I went roller skating tonight and a fourteen year old tiny lesbian asked me to couples skate with her and let me tell you if I had this much confidence at fourteen I would have accomplished so much


having kids with quirks and physical traits that they could accidentally hurt themselves with would actually be terrifying and stressful and as a parent i probably couldn’t deal lmao

(i justed wanted to draw Kiri’s shark teeth they’re so damn cute, but baby kiribakus happened)

You know what’s weird??? I always forget that BIANCA and HAZEL are SISTERS….like I only ever thought about Nico and Bianca’s relationship and Nico and Hazel’s but Hazel is Bianca’s sister too and that’s wild. I wonder what it would’ve been like if Bianca had survived and met Hazel??? They would’ve been a BADASS sister duo….damn


There is this boy my friend knows who is about 13 and he does like chores and odd jobs for the people in his neighborhood and when they go to pay him in money, he gets mad. He’ll be like “Excuse me. I want to be paid in Blue Diamond Cheddar Cheese”
I cant even.

I want to be paid in cheese.

(I feel like Hannah would appreciate this child as much as i do)

anonymous asked:

Prompt here! In PC, Leo says something to Mikey along the lines of "you get /sick/ when you get sick" - could we see an example of what Leo's talking about, with the three older bros having to deal with a super sick Mikey? (PC au s'il vous plait, if that wasn't already clear haha)

“Why won’t he stop crying?” Donnie asked through a lisp, blinking owlishly out from under his messy brown hair. He was supposed to be in bed, but so were the rest of them.

“He’s real sick, Donnie,” Raphie replied. Raphie was watching Leo closely, and his sharp green eyes would dart to Mikey’s face every time it was turned in his direction. “Don’t we have any – any, um – ”

“Medicine,” Donnie piped up helpfully. His little face was wrinkled with worry now, and he drifted closer. “He needs medicine.”

Leo spared him a small smile, without breaking his slow stride from one side of the room and back again, rubbing smoothing circles on his baby brother’s back. Leo knew he wasn’t allowed in the medicine cabinet, but he had already tried to wake mama up two times and she only rolled over and went back to sleep, and poor Mikey was crying himself hoarse, a hot and heavy little bundle in Leo’s aching arms.

“Raphie, can you go to mamma’s room and get her phone?” he asked, voice a gentle lull for Mikey, the way mamma used to talk to Leo when Leo was sick. “It’s on the table by her bed.”

Raphie nodded, and shot down the hall on quiet feet. Donnie put soft hands on Mikey’s face, and gasped at the warmth rolling off the baby’s skin. “Leo – ”

“I know,” Leo murmured, and his heart was racing. Mikey sniffled, and seemed too worn out to wail anymore, but fat tears kept rolling down his round cheeks, and his snotty face was stuffed up against Leo’s neck, and Leo wished mamma would wake up and help him, or that he was bigger and knew what to do on his own. “Um, Donnie, can you go get a washrag from the bathroom and get it wet? Maybe Mikey will feel better if we wipe his face clean.”

Donnie followed Leo’s directions as quickly as Raphie had, just as eager to be helpful. He had never been a big brother before Mikey was born, and he loved spoiling the happy baby even more than Raphie did.

Mikey’s little body heaved with a cough, and then his breath was hitching into miserable sobs again, and Leo resumed his rocking steps back and forth.

Donnie came back with the wet washrag, and he had already rung it out so it wasn’t drippy, and Leo eased Mikey away from him just enough to wipe the tears and snot off his face. And then he paused, because it looked like the damp rag felt good on the toddler’s flushed cheeks and forehead, so he folded the rag over and kept it up even after Mikey was all clean. Then he had to sit down carefully, right on the floor, because Mikey was too heavy to hold up anymore.

“I got it,” Raphie said, returning to the kitchen so fast his socks slipped on the tile. He had mamma’s flat cellphone clutched in both hands. “What do I do now?”

“There’s a phone number on the fridge for in case of emergencies. We can call it and ask what to do.”

“Is it 911?” Donnie asked promptly as Raphie went to pull the paper with the number off the fridge. They had learned about 911 in school. Leo shook his head, and made a hushing noise when Mikey started to get worked up again.

“It’s the doctor mamma takes us to, the nice one who gives us stickers when we visit,” he explained, as Raphie sat on his knees on Leo’s other side. “She’ll help us.”

The doctor asked them lots of questions about how Mikey was feeling, if he was sore or achey in his throat or tummy, if he was sweating, if he was having trouble breathing, and Leo said no, no, and no. She said it sounded like a cold, and she asked to speak to mamma a few times, but Leo told her mamma was sleeping, and he just wanted to know so he could help her with Mikey if she needed it. It seemed to make the doctor feel better, her voice was happier as she gave them all sorts of advice that Leo struggled to memorize, and she sounded impressed that they had called her all by themselves. Raphie and Donnie were both giving Leo odd looks for his lie as he put the phone down.

“Why did you tell her you only wanted to help mamma?” Raphie asked sharply, voice full of indignant, six-year-old hurt. “Mamma never does anything, she doesn’t need any help!”

Leo’s heart hurt at that, but he didn’t know why. “She just doesn’t feel good right now,” he said. “I think she’s sick, too. Let’s take care of Mikey, okay? Donnie, can you get his sippy cup out of the fridge? And Raphie, if I tell you what it looks like, can you get the bag of Mikey’s medicine from the bathroom?”

Hours later, after a whole Disney movie and half of another one, the little medicine tablet they melted in Mikey’s juice just like mamma always did was helping him, and Donnie was asleep against Raphie’s arm, and Mikey sighed a little in Leo’s lap, exhausted. Leo was exhausted, too, but not the sleepy kind, and Raphie reached over with very careful fingers to push the hair out of Mikey’s resting face.

“Will he be okay now?” Raphie asked. When Leo nodded, Raphie looked relieved, and added fervently, “I hope he never gets sick again.”

“Me, too,” Leo agreed. “But we can take care of him if he does.”

And it was a strange thing to think, since they had a mamma, but Leo thought maybe he could take care of his brothers even if she was gone – and looking at them, and sitting on the big couch with them, while it got dark outside and the clock in the kitchen glowed well past bedtime, Leo thought he liked the sound of that.

He still wished he was big, though. Leo couldn’t wait until he was big enough to carry his brothers forever, without ever getting tired, and without ever having to put them down.


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