stranger in the family

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For people who say that WE Don’t have a fandom. Look at this 3 picture and you will see how deep the feelings are. We started from the bottom. With a boy who was clumsy and had just his mum… We went through 482839 fights we figured out what it means to be mafia. We figured out that a Mafia isn’t just a group of people who kill everyone. We found out that Familia is worth more than anything. With every single person who joined us we learned different cultures, different ways of friendship, different ways of dealing with enemies. We learned that even if we have and will always have fight within the family at the time when a stranger comes WE ARE ONE FAMILIA AND WILL PROTECT EVERYONE FROM THE FAMILIA. This anime is something legendary yes we don’t have fanservice we don’t have yaoi or yuri but this anime gave us more so much more important than that. PLEASE DONT EVER SAY THAT WE DON’T HAVE A FANDOM THE KHR FAMILIA IS 10+ YEARS STRONG DONT EVEN COME AT US AND TELL WE DONT EXIST.

aceofalmonds  asked:

Hello! I read (and enjoyed!) the story you posted of your grandpa and his tree disposal methods, and so was looking for the story you mentioned of your other grandpa menacing a peach tree with a baseball bat, but can't seem to find it. Halp?

That would be because I haven’t posted it yet!  Many people have requested the story mentioned in the tags “Grandpa Menaces a Peach Tree With A Baseball Bat”, So here it is, with a side of “Grandpa Menaces The Iowa Relatives With Giant Corn”

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For the Full Context of this tale, you have to understand how my dad’s side of the family got to America in the first place.  Prior to 1917, they were all farmers of limited success that migrated from county to county, trying not to starve, until a covey of the Fitzpatricks heard that they could be shoveling shit in Grand Americay, far away from the people they owed money to, so they all fucked off to Iowa and somehow made a fortune in the real-estate business in the middle of the depression.  Despite now being comfortably middle-class, they never actually gave up farming, and having a pair of glowing green thumbs was a point of pride in the family.

So, when Grandpa moved out to California, specifically to the Salinas Valley, which is where an absurd percentage of the country’s food is grown because it’s full of probably the world’s most stupidly good soil,  Grandpa had to continue the tradition and set up a garden in the backyard, planted various crops and flowers in January because fuck you this is coastal California, I can start stuff in the middle of winter, and invited his sister Leone and her growing brood of (at the time, 5, later 9 children) out to visit.

They came out in July, to escape the Midwest humidity and Butter fetish for a time, when the corn is typically getting to be around knee-height if things are going well.  Grandpa spent a long time asking how things were back on the farm, plying them with ice tea and grandma’s lethal Angel Food cake, before politely inviting Leone and her Husband Scotty out back to see how his patch was doing, oh its not much really, just a bit of fun for me and the children-

Scotty and Leone stared at the nine-foot-tall goddamn corn which was already setting fruit because it had been going since January.  At the watermelon plant that had taken over the side-yard, and at the other oversize and thriving crops that had taken over grandpa’s yard.  There was a few moments of awed silence.

“Well fuck you Edwin.” Scotty eventually said, before Leone whopped him over the head and the rest of the visit was a pleasant diversion.

the following spring though, Grandpa received a package from Iowa, specifically a small peach tree with a note saying “With Love, Scotty.”

Leone knew better than to engage in such shenanigans, because this is irish-agrarian passive-aggressive Bullshittery at its absolute finest.  “Sure, yeah, you can do corn.  Any asshole can do corn.  TRY THIS FUSSY-ASS PEACH VARIETAL INSTEAD, YOU ASS”  is perhaps a more accurate translation.

Grandpa, not about to be intimidated by a mere tree, planted that sucker in the front yard and proceeded to pamper it- bone meal fertilizer, a brand-new irrigation system, the works.  Hell, he would go out some times and talk to the darn thing.  It flowered, and he borrowed a behive from one of the local farmers to make DARN SURE that it got pollinated, because he was going to mail peaches to Scotty for Christmas, that asshole.

The tree. Did not. fruit.

That fall, grandpa reccived a letter from Scotty, asking after a couple paragraphs of circumlocutions, how that tree he sent was doing?

Grandpa got up, made himself a martini, picked up Dad’s baseball bat, and walked out to the front yard to have a discussion with the Peach tree.  

“I’ve just received a letter.”  he explained, waving the paper at the tree. “Asking when you’re going to fruit.  Now, I think I’ve held up my responsibilities to you as your caretaker, so it’s time for you to start providing.  Do you understand?  This spring, you better start fruiting or I will personally take this bat to you and turn you to into kindling.”

He stepped close to the tree, sticking his face in the branches as though whispering into it’s hypothetical ear. “Do not test me, you little shit.”

The next week, the tree bloomed out of season, and by February, it had set an obscene amount of fruit, which grandpa gleefully turned into preserves and mailed back to Iowa.

The decision was made a long time ago, before any of us knew each other.  We were all strangers who would’ve just passed each other on the street before the world ended.  And now we mean everything to each other.  You were in trouble.  You were trapped.  Glenn didn’t know you, but he helped you.   He put himself in danger for you.  And that started it all, from Atlanta, to my daddy’s farm, to prison, to here, to this moment now.  Not as strangers, as family.  Because Glenn chose to be there for you a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything.  It started with both of you, and it just grew.  All of us.  To sacrifice for each other.  To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live, to fight for each other.  Glenn made the decision, Rick.  I was just following his lead.
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Maggie Rhee

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[ stranger things ; 1.08 “chapter eight: the upside down” ] 

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You were in trouble. You were trapped. Glenn didn’t know you, but he helped you. He put himself in danger for you. And that started it all. From Atlanta, to my daddy’s farm, to the prison, to here. To this moment now. Not as strangers, as family. Because Glenn chose to be there for you that day a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything. It started with both of you, and it just grew. To all of us. To sacrifice for each other. To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live. To fight for each other.

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A bunch of screw-ups in your family. I mean, your mom… I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire—

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We were all strangers who would’ve just passed each other on the street before the world ended. And now we mean everything to each other. You were in trouble. You were trapped. Glenn didn’t know you, but he helped you. He put himself in danger for you. And that started it all, from Atlanta, to my daddy’s farm, to prison, to here, to this moment now. Not as strangers, as family. Because Glenn chose to be there for you a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything. It started with both of you, and it just grew. All of us. To sacrifice for each other. To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live, to fight for each other. Glenn made the decision, Rick. I was just following his lead

being mentally ill since you were a child is trippy as hell. like there’s a point where you suddenly realise that things that are a normal part of your everyday life are horrifying and saddening for other people. and while you know that certain things about you are weird and not typical, it’s still kind of a mystery to you that other people don’t think the way you do. like … waking up one morning and realising you haven’t bathed in a month isn’t normal???????? there are people who don’t constantly think of suicide and view it as an inevitability????? there are people who don’t view it as an accomplishment to leave the house more than 5 times a year???? rocking back and forth and muttering to yourself isn’t soothing to some people??? having holes in your memory due to childhood trauma is troubling???? intrusive thoughts telling you to hurt yourself and others scare people???? doing and saying things you had no idea doing/saying bc you were disassociating is weird????? it’s just confusing bc you’ve always been like this. you don’t remember being any other way so it’s just a trip that other people find you strange and scary

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i read this fic and….goddamn its so good… i love it so much…. i had to draw something… then i had to stop because if not i kinda woulve ended up drawing… everything

im just such a sucker for total strangers becoming friends becoming family FFFUCK YOU DONT EVEN KNOOOWWW

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Thank you so @phansdick for encouraging me (as always) and then being wonderful and beta’ing for me without me even having to ask ;)

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