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ATELOPHOBIA : the fear of not doing something right, or the fear of not being good enough.

independent, private, canon divergent, crossover & oc friendly finn hudson of fox’s glee. penned by katie. psd.

ATELOPHOBIA : the fear of not doing something right, or the fear of not being good enough.

independent, private, canon divergent, crossover & oc friendly finn hudson of fox’s glee. penned by katie. psd.

hey! sorry i’ve been MIA here but i just don’t have too much going on on this blog           you can find me over on michael and also on my brand new finn hudson blog if you wanna be pals :)

here’s a fresh starter call !! these will likely be short while i regain my footing on here. just be sure to specify a muse, & let me know who you want it for if you’re a fellow multi :)

here’s a fresh starter call !! these will likely be short while i regain my footing on here. just be sure to specify a muse, & let me know who you want it for if you’re a fellow multi :)

heavendreamt·:

     he’s just about finished packing mateo’s bag for his grandparents when he goes into mateo’s room, leaning against the doorframe as he sees his step - son pulling on his shoes. chuckling, he moves into the room and helps mateo put his shoes on.     ❛ because mommy and i need time to ourselves. besides, you’ll have daddy and your sisters all to yourself most of the time. ❜

          “but i bet wherever you’re going with mommy is way more fun than abuela and papa’s,” mateo pointed out, a hint of a mischievous smile tugging at his lips; he was hoping he could angle at getting out of his staycation, or at least getting his mother and step-father to stick around a little while longer. “how come you guys want time away from me?”

hey there !! so, there are a few things i’ve replied to in the last few days, & some things i’m going to reply to tonight / this weekend, but other than that i think i just need a refresh on here. things have kind of felt too cluttered / too hard to keep track of and it’s made me avoid coming on here which..... isn’t ideal. if there’s something you definitely wanna keep, just send me a message!

compoundingmuses·:

he was patient, always patient with her. allowing her to take her time, he listened carefully to what she was saying, ready to correct her as she sounded out the worst she wasn’t sure of. some of it was still confusing, not the words, but having to teach her from the beginning. reading came so easily to him, not remembering it as something he’d learned, but something he just knew. he worried sometimes that he wasn’t doing enough, that he should be doing something more for his daughter, but everything else told him that he was doing just fine with her. at the end of the page, he was met with her gaze and he looked down at her with a smile on his lips. “good job!” he knew what she wanted, knew exactly what she needed, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “can you read me the next page too?”

          gracia was happy to do whatever her father asked of her, especially if it meant putting a smile on his face. his reaction to her reading had been reward enough, and she wouldn’t mind continuing on to make him happier, but she wasn’t sure her reading was anything truly special. her big brother could read. her mother could read. her father could definitely read. he could read with anyone he wanted to, and everyone else was likely a much better reader than she was. “if you want me to,” she acquiesced, after the smallest of sighs. “but anyone could read it to you, you know.” gracia’s little fingers turned the page, though, and she soldiered on.

mobile and i’m sorry about that buT my editable reblogs still aren’t working here or on jane so i’m sorry for continued delay i just....... don’t know how to fix them ???

storiescrafted·:

“you’re kidding,”   it’s not a question,  really.  or even a statement  —  more of an expression of his own disbelief at kevin’s behavior.  not that he’s all that surprised,  the more he thinks about it.  the oldest of their children has seemed….  moodier lately,  in jack’s own interactions with him.  and rebecca deals with the kids more than he does,  so he’ll take her word.   “you want me to talk to him?”

          “i don’t know,” rebecca answered through a sigh of resignation. “he clearly prefers you, but when it comes to me, i feel like it’s a lost cause, no matter who’s on the other end of the conversation.” it may have been defeatist, but she wasn’t exactly feeling any other way about it. she turned to look at him, her exhaustion showing in her eyes (and underneath them, despite any protest she may give to the contrary). “i just don’t know what i’m doing to make him hate me so much.” a rare moment of true vulnerability, but she was truly struggling with her relationship with kevin, and her failed efforts at reparation.