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midnight posting baby centaurs
#drawtober 2023#centaurs#digital ink#practicing babies#these are Sunny's twin niblings!#they love him very much!#best uncle!!#who goes on long trading trips to get away from their collective chaos#but always brings back the best gifts and hugs
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Who’s the Lawlu kid’s favorite aunt or uncle? I imagine it’s a constant battle between everybody for ‘favorite’ status
Oh for SURE. And the Straw Hats are all terribly confident it’s one of them. Esp Nami who is absolutely smitten and gets on with the kid so well. And tbh my instinct was to say Bepo lmao. But actually my self indulgent no nuance answer is penguin is best uncle that’s it goodbye
(also no nuance favorite straw hat is probably sanji or jinbei)
#he is very gentle w her#and when she’s with the hearts he’s always the one that’s like hey cap need a break?#and not waiting for an answer before sauntering off with her#which at first would almost bug law because he’s like wait hey give that back#but then he sees how Soft peng is w her and how much he loves her and bein an uncle#and ofc bep is great uncle and the easy answer for best heart uncle at least#but there’s a quiet way of caring that really bonds peng w his nibling#my art#lawlu#my asks#holdyourbreathfornow
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I see a lot of "but so and so should know that was offensive, or harmful, or upsetting, I shouldn't have to tell them" especially in online communities. Usually right before heaping abuse on a person for something they allegedly said or did.
The thing is that everyone fucks up. We aren't born knowing everything and the world is a vast place. The only way we can ever know with certainty that we've upset someone is if they tell us, preferably with their words.
There are a ton of studies that show that berating, shame, and verbal or physical abuse are not effective teaching tools. You don't beat a child who is not able to recite their ABCs when you think they should be able to do so (and if you do, what the fuck is wrong with you). If you really want to help make the world a better place, then using your words to tell someone that they upset you for any reason is the best way to do it.
People are not mind-readers. The only way they will know that you've upset them is if you tell them. And I don't mean tell them with angry words and accusations. Think about the last time someone tried that approach with you? Did you listen or did you react in fear and shame and spiral so hard you couldn't remember what was said in detail after?
Using I statements is helpful. Some examples:
"I felt really uncomfortable when you said x. Could you not use that term around me?"
"Were you aware that where I'm from that is a slur? I'd really appreciate it you wouldn't use it."
A lot of times people are generally unaware of things and for a whole host of reasons that are not deliberate, willful ignorance. And sometimes people just misspeak. People get tired, people get emotional, people fuck up. Give them a chance to learn. If they refuse to change at all and refuse to learn, then remove them from your life.
#v's musings#this is a general observation spurred by a conversation with one of my niblings#not vagueblogging#communication and kindness#best ways to try to improve the world#how can people learn if no one tells them what they screwed up in the first place?
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30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 9
Write about a heated debate (from this list)
➸ set in the Bakeoff AU AGAIN, because after my last fic, I wanted to write more Milly content and also it’s been a rough few days and I need to be silly and self-indulgent or I shall perish!! Based on an Instagram Reel I sent to @firstelevens the other day and that we’ve been spinning into a kid fic concept ever since. It grew out of control and I don’t know if it technically fits the prompt, but it’s what I got for you nonetheless. Bon appetit I guess???
“Euuuugghhh! Daaaaad!”
“What? What’s the matter?” Foggy asks from his spot in the kitchen. That tone of voice from his daughter is never a good sign, but he’s mostly used to hearing it when he and Matt are being particularly disgusting about how much they love each other. As Matt is still in the shower currently, he knows that can’t be the reason.
“What did you put on this?” Milly asks, holding up a piece of toast accusatorially. If she ends up following in their career footsteps someday, her cross-examinations are going to be brutal.
“Cinnamon and sugar, as requested,” Foggy answers, coming to stand across the counter from her. It’s a long way from the elaborate recipes he used to make with his spare time—which he no longer has—and when he was on Bake-Off, but it’s one of his daughter’s favorite breakfasts despite its simplicity. Well, it normally is. She’s currently staring daggers at him, so it must not be her favorite right now.
Milly shakes her head at him, like he’s a moron or maybe, more accurately, like they’re going to have to send him to a home soon if he keeps this up. “Not cinnamon,” she says, holding the offensive piece of toast out to him.
Before he can take a bite (his original plan, to illustrate that she’s being silly and unnecessarily picky), the smell reaches his nose and it doesn’t take an extremely experienced baker to know that’s not cinnamon. He brings it closer to sniff it again and makes himself cough. To confirm his suspicion, he returns to the cabinet where they store their spices and looks at the jar he used to make Milly’s toast a few minutes ago and, yep, there it is.
“Paprika,” he says. “I made you paprika toast.”
“Paprika and sugar,” Milly says, in that same enjoy your time in the retirement home, old man tone of voice.
“They look similar in the bottle,” Foggy says, rubbing a hand over his face. “Same color, I mean.”
“Do they smell the same?” she asks, innocently.
“Listen, you—”
“And are they spelled the same way?” she asks, thoughtfully. “You know, when you read the bottle before pouring it over my toast? You did read the bottle first, right?”
“Mills, I’m not kidding, if you can spell ‘paprika’ or ‘cinnamon’ for me right now, I will give you twenty dollars out of my wallet,” he says. “Otherwise, I don’t want to hear it!”
“I don’t know—”
“Exactly!”
“I’m eight! What’s your excuse?”
“For one thing, my eight year old daughter won’t stop tricking her babysitter into letting her watch scary movies and then crawling into bed with me in the middle of the night because she can’t sleep,” Foggy says, grabbing the plate from her. “How’s that?”
“Don’t throw it away!” Milly calls.
Foggy pauses. “Baby, you don’t have to eat it. I’ll make you more with actual cinnamon.”
Milly looks at him like he’s grown an extra head. “I know,” she says, slowly. “I just wanted to show Dada what you did.”
“Okay,” Foggy says, rolling his eyes and returning the plate. “Just for that, maybe I won’t make you more toast.”
“Sure, starve me for telling the truth. That’ll go over great with the other trusted adults in my life when I snitch on you.”
“It’ll never hold up in court,” Foggy replies, already putting two more slices of bread into the toaster.
“Besides,” she says, ignoring him and popping a sliced strawberry into her mouth. “I don’t crawl into your bed, I crawl into Dada’s.”
“It’s the same bed,” he explains. “Just because you cuddle with Dada and kick me all night doesn’t make it any less my bed. And what’s up with that, anyway? I have it on good authority that I’m the more cuddly of the two of us. Why don’t you ever snuggle me?”
“You want it too bad,” she says, taking a two-handed drink of her orange juice.
“Devil child,” he mutters. His mother once told him, when he and Matt were first looking into adoption, that your children will act as cosmic comeuppance for all the things you put your poor parents through as a child yourself and he hadn’t believed her. Maybe he just thought that, because Milly didn’t share any DNA with them, that his and Matt’s most exhausting qualities wouldn’t rear their ugly heads in her at all. And, boy, love her as he does, he was wrong on that count.
“Dada would never do this to me,” Milly continues, happily. “And he can’t even see! Makes you think, doesn’t it?”
“About looking into boarding schools?” Foggy asks. “Definitely.”
“Mean!”
“You’re saying you’d miss me?”
“No,” Milly says, crossing her arms. “But I’d miss Dada and my friends and my teachers and Aunt Daisy and—ooh, can I borrow your phone?”
“Why?”
“I want to text Aunt Daisy a picture of the paprika toast.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Come onnnnn,” she whines. “She’ll think it’s funny!”
“That’s exactly why I’m not giving you my phone.”
“You’re no fun,” Milly grumbles, sinking down to rest her chin on the counter dejectedly. Her head immediately pops up again when Matt appears behind her. “Dada! Wait til you see what your husband did!”
Matt stops to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Please don’t say your hair because it feels…uh, chaotic?”
“I haven’t even gone near it this morning,” Foggy says, as he fetches the toast that’s just popped out of the toaster. “That’s all natural.”
“Well, that’s something,” Matt replies, coming into the kitchen. “So, what did you do?”
“He made me cinnamon toast,” Milly interrupts, enthusiastically. “Here, try it!”
As with Foggy, the toast doesn’t even make it to Matt’s mouth before he’s frowning. “That’s…not cinnamon, honey.”
Milly cackles while Foggy glares at her. “I made a small mistake,” Foggy says, over the chorus of his daughter’s laughter.
“What is that? Chili powder?” Matt asks, sniffing delicately.
“Paprika.”
“Oh.”
“And I have been soundly roasted for my error,” Foggy says, mostly in Milly’s direction. “So, I don’t want to hear it from you, okay?”
Matt shrugs. “Okay.”
“Apparently, you would never make such a mistake in your life, because you’re a good dad and I’m some sort of rodeo clown who ended up here by mistake.”
Matt looks at him, very clearly stifling a laugh. “She only thinks that because she’s led a charmed life where I almost never make her breakfast,” he says. “Give it a week, she’ll be begging for you back.”
“You’d just let me eat fruit snacks for breakfast,” Milly says, as Foggy puts her new breakfast down in front of her.
“Yes, and then you wouldn’t have all the nutrients you need to learn new things at school and get smart enough to become the first female president of the United States,” Foggy says. “And then where would we be?”
“There better be a female president before I’m old enough,” Milly says, darkly and with a mouth full of toast.
“Better eat a balanced breakfast just to be safe,” Matt says, pushing off the counter to go find some coffee. “And be nice to your dad.”
“How will that help me become President?”
“People skills,” Matt says.
“Surviving into adulthood,” Foggy says, at the same time.
Milly blows a raspberry at him, but eats the new toast without complaint. Matt’s scouting around for the sugar bowl now and Foggy stops him with a hand on his elbow.
“I already put sugar in it for you,” he says.
Matt smiles. “I don’t care what Milly says. You’re the best rodeo clown a kid could hope for, and a very good husband too.”
“Thanks,” Foggy replies, and allows himself to be pulled in for a kiss. He gets to enjoy that for about ten seconds before Milly makes another disgusted noise behind him. He sighs and pulls back. “What’s wrong with the toast now?”
“Nothing,” Milly exclaims. “It’s you two that are grossing me out!”
“Sorry your dads are in love with each other,” Matt says, with a smile and a faint blush. “You live a tough life.”
“I’m glad you understand,” Milly says, as she shoves an improbably large bite of her toast into her mouth without issue. She’s not even finished chewing when she asks, “Will you walk me to school today, Dada?”
“Why? Are you worried I’ll do that wrong too?” Foggy asks, putting an arm around Matt’s shoulders.
“I’d be happy to, baby,” Matt interjects before Milly can say something smart-alecky back to him. “Go get dressed, okay?”
Mill hops down from her chair happily and practically skips to her room. Matt nudges Foggy’s shoulder with his nose.
“What’s up with you two?” he asks.
“I don’t know. She’s just pushing my buttons.”
“Successfully,” Matt replies.
“Yeah, well,” Foggy shrugs. “I slept half the night with her foot in my face while she cuddled with you. I’m a little cranky, I guess.”
“Feeling left out?” Matt asks, smiling, as he turns to wrap his arms around Foggy’s middle.
“I’m definitely the cuddliest person in this household and I want it acknowledged.”
“I agree,” Matt says, kissing him on the shoulder. “Don’t listen to Milly. She’s a maniac.”
“She takes after you.”
“Not true. I love to cuddle with you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Matt says, leaning in to kiss him again.
“We could make that happen, you know,” Foggy says against his lips. “Drop the kid off at school, cancel our appointments for today, play hooky from our responsibilities, stay in bed all day…”
Matt seems to be thinking it over, tempted. “We couldn’t,” he says, not quite convincingly.
“We could. I know our bosses and, trust me, they’d want us to get laid.”
“I’ve said it before but those guys are weird,” Matt jokes. “They’re honestly too involved in our sex lives.”
“Yeah, it’s an HR nightmare,” Foggy replies, kissing him again.
“You two better not still be kissing when I come back,” Milly hollers from the bathroom, where she’s brushing her teeth (or so Foggy guesses from the sound of running water).
“We definitely will be,” Foggy shouts back, as Matt collapses into his shoulder laughing.
“I’m going to go attempt to get our daughter’s hair fit for public appearance,” Matt says, giving Foggy another quick kiss on the lips.
“And I’m going to text Kate that we’ll be in late this morning.”
Matt pauses. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Foggy consults his watch. “Our first appointment is at 11. I can do plenty to you in that amount of time.”
Matt looks a little startled by that, but not in a bad way. “Kate’s going to know what that text means, you know.”
“That just means there will be someone to share in Milly’s pain over us being disgustingly in love after all these years. Unless that’s your way of saying no?”
“Definitely not. Just warning you that we’ll get a lot of grief for it later.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You always do,” Matt replies, and Foggy’s definitely not being conceited when he says Matt’s tone sounds downright dreamy.
He heads off to help Milly finish getting ready and Foggy tackles the few dishes in the sink while he waits for another pot of coffee to finish brewing. A few minutes later, Milly appears in the kitchen, dressed and with her hair pulled into a neat bun. Neither of them can do anything particularly fancy with her hair, not least because she won’t sit still long enough for all that, but Matt does a good job for someone who’s never had long hair or siblings. A now presentable Milly pulls her backpack and coat off the hook on the wall and stops by Foggy’s side expectantly.
“What do you need, kiddo?” he asks, as he dries his hands on the towel hanging by the stove.
“Hug goodbye,” she says, lifting her arms towards him and he kneels to capture her in a big hug.
When she finally pulls back, she still looks hesitant, like there’s something she needs to ask him. It once again strikes him as crazy how much she reminds him of Matt sometimes.
“What’s the matter?” Foggy asks, tucking a picturesque loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You feel alright? Is all that paprika I fed you bothering your stomach?”
Milly shakes her head, looking away. “I just wanted to—Dada said that his dad would have made him eat that gross toast because they never wasted food when he was little.”
“Did he?” Foggy asks, already making a mental note to kick Matt’s ass when they’re alone together. “Listen, baby, your Grandpa Jack, he…didn’t have a lot of help when your Dada was young. They had to be really careful with their money and Dada was in the hospital for a while…”
“I know,” Milly says, nodding. “I’m just—thank you for making me new toast, instead.”
Foggy feels a lump in his throat that he struggles to swallow past. “Hey, you don’t have to thank me for that, okay? It’s my job to make your life as good as it possibly can be. Even if I have to make you a hundred pieces of toast every morning.”
“That would be expensive.”
“Still,” Foggy says, firmly. “I’m sorry if what Dada said made you upset.”
Milly scrunches up her face like she’s eating the paprika toast all over again. “He said it like it was funny,” she says, mildly horrified.
“God, okay,” Foggy replies, running a hand over his face. Matt would consider that a charming anecdote about his father. Speaking of people who are going to need a hug from him… “Don’t worry about that. Just have a good day at school, okay?”
“Okay,” Milly says, all concern gone as she hops in place excitedly.
Matt appears around the corner then, pulling on his coat. “Ready?”
“Just gotta get my shoes,” Milly shouts as she zooms off in the direction of the door.
“Alright,” Matt says, as he comes into the kitchen. “I’ll be back in a few.”
“Okay,” Foggy says, as he leans in to kiss him goodbye. “Oh, and maybe no more stories about your dad before school, yeah?”
Matt blinks at him. “What? Why?”
“We’ve talked about how sometimes the anecdotes from your childhood that you think are charming and scrappy are actually alarming to the people who love you now,” Foggy says, gently.
“Yeah…” Matt says, uncertainly, before his expression clears. “Oh. Shit.”
“It’s fine,” Foggy replies, rubbing his back. “I already explained that she can ask for as much food as she wants. Just maybe reinforce that with her on your way to school?”
Matt looks pale and queasy even as he nods. “Right. God, I didn’t—I’m sorry—”
“I know. I’m not mad.”
“And you still want to play hooky from work with me, even though I’m the world’s biggest idiot?”
Foggy kisses him on the forehead. “Of course. You’re still a very cute idiot.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Listen, I told Milly it’s my job to make her life as good as possible, and that’s true, but it’s also my job to do that for you. And right now, the best way to make your life better is to take you back to bed and—”
“Ready!” Milly shouts as she skids around the corner. “Are you guys still kissing?! What about my education?”
“She’s right, you know,” Matt says, pulling back and looking a bit better, though still tremulous. “We’re terrible parents.”
“Maybe I should look into boarding schools, after all,” Foggy jokes, crossing his eyes goofily at Milly over Matt’s shoulder.
“I’m never going to be President at this rate,” Milly laments.
“Alright, let’s get you to school,” Matt says, holding out his hand for her.
Foggy leans down to give Milly a kiss on the top of her head. “Don’t let your dad walk into traffic, okay?”
“I won’t,” Milly says, swinging their joined hands between them. “I promise.”
“That’s my girl. Have a good day, baby cakes.”
“You too, daddy cakes.”
“I’ll be back shortly,” Matt says, smiling at the two of them.
“I’ll be here,” Foggy replies, as suggestively as he can manage. It must work because Milly snarls in disgust.
“If you two start kissing again, I’m taking myself to school,” she says, leveraging her full weight against Matt to drag him towards the door. “Or running off to join the circus. You won’t know which until it’s too late.”
“She gets that from you,” Matt says, tiredly.
“I was going to say I think she gets it from you.”
“Maybe she has a point about us being gross.”
“Oh, well, yeah,” Foggy says, with a wink at Milly, who’s glaring at both of them now. “There was never any debate about that.”
#I have my block button ready for anyone who comes for me about the pet names or terms of endearment herein#I did my best and all of them read right to me#source: I based them on things I call my various niblings or have heard their parents call them#I’m not as confident that Milly’s dialogue is super realistic for a kid but I hang out with a 9 year old all the time#and most of the dialogue is stuff she might say#So who knows???#anyway I love one (1) dumb little family#HWS30days#30 day challenge#homelywenchsociety#mattfoggy#daredevil#matt murdock#foggy nelson#do I need a Milly tag? Is that who I am now?#kid fic#COULD NOT RESIST MAKING IT WEIRD AND SAD RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE THERE SORRY#the gbbo au#gbbo AU#once again no prior knowledge of this universe required!#series: how sweet it is#is it hot? ☑️#is it fresh? ☑️#am I proud to serve it? ☑️#and post
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Magda being a mom.
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Megan and Iseul headed to Megan’s cousin Lièn’s house in Koh Sahpa. “Hey Megs.” Liên said, hugging her cousin before greeting Iseul too. “Hey Lili.” Megan said, using the childhood nickname for her cousin. “Come in, Cam has been so excited to meet her aunties.” Liên said, and Iseul smiled. She and Megan headed to the living room, where a cute toddler in a pink two set outfit. “Hey Cam.” Iseul said gently, going into auntie mode*. “Hi.” Cam said shyly, glancing at the two new adults. “This is your auntie Megan, and her wife. Call her auntie Iseul.” Liên told Cam. “Okay mama.” Cam said. Iseul and Megan sat next to Cam and talked with her, and Cam kept glancing at Iseul. “Mama, she’s tall.” She said out loud to her mom, making all the adults laugh. “Yeah, I’m 6 feet tall.” Iseul said to her, and Cam’s eyes widened. “Wow, like a dinosaur.” She said, and Megan burst out laughing while Iseul poked her arm lightly. “Sorry Is, she’s been very into dinosaurs lately and anyone tall counts as one to her apparently.” Liên added, smiling sheepishly. “No, it’s all good.” Iseul said, grinning too. “Yeah, I’m an Issysaurus.” She joked to Cam, who giggled.
#ts4#mysims#Kang Family AU#Megan Kang-Liao#Iseul Kang-Liao#*I do the same with my niblings#like I’m not the best with kids but I try to be a good auntie and just play and hang out with them and have fun 😊#Like we did some coloring together one time and that was nice
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I forgot how impressive my mum was in the kitchen cause she somehow managed to feed 4 ND kids with tasty home cooked food while on a budget.
And none of us ever complained about anything to do with what we were served. We all ate pretty much the same thing each night and always wanted more
#this is brought to you by the fact i cooked a family recipe today#and both my very particular best friend and nibling loved what i made
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Oh oh oh, I got a cute one! Someday and Sansy, think Sansy would practice his routine with her ^-^
Sansy poked his head into the playroom and grinned. Someday had set up all the stuffed animals in rows and was standing in front of them as if she was on a stage. His niece had put on a big blue jacket and pink fluffy slippers, and she had a beanie on her little skull.
"Thank you," she said to her plush audience. "Telling all my jokes makes me really tired, so I have to go take a big long nap now! Yaaaay!"
Sansy clapped his hands as Someday took a bow. "Sorry I missed the show," he said, walking into the room. "Sounded like you had a real good set there."
"Uncle Sansy!" All show-based weariness forgotten, the little girl rushed into her uncle's arms. She hugged him tightly and beamed up at him. "I'm you!" she said. "I did all your jokes!"
"Oh well now I'm really sorry I missed it," Sansy said, hugging her back. "Would you do it again for me?"
"Maybe later," she said, slumping against him. "I'm tired. But I didn't wanna take a nap with the twins, so Mama said play quiet."
"I see." He scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. At four, she was just starting to get really tall, her long legs so similar to her daddy's. "You think I could do a show for you then?" he asked. "I got some new material I need to test on my best critic."
"Yeah, I guess we can do that," she said, nestling her head against his shoulder. "You put me down in the front row."
"As you wish, cher." He cuddled her for a moment and carefully picked his way across the room to put her in the front row of the plushies, moving a few of them to new seats to accomodate the guest of honor. Someday sat down criss cross and pushed her pink glasses up her nasal bone.
"I'm ready for the show!" she declared.
Sansy took his spot on the "stage". "Hey everybody, it's Sansy!"
"Yaaaay! Hi Sansy!" Someday clapped and Sansy gave a little bow.
"So glad to be here in the Playroom, doin' the naptime show. I heard we got a very special guest in the audience this afternoon -- my oldest niece, Miss Someday Joy Gaster! This little lady is four years old and already a comedian. Her daddy asked me how she got so good and I told him, bro, it's obvious. She inherited your funny bones!"
Someday (and the stuffed audience) cheered and clapped.
Sansy continued. "I'm tellin' ya, folks, this little girl gives me my best material. She is one humerus little lady, and when she's with me, she always wants to practice jokes. She'll tell me knock knock jokes. She goes, Knock knock!" He pretended to knock. "I say, Who's there? I'm expecting somethin' silly and little kiddish, like Poop, but this girl is too good for preschool jokes! She goes, Someday. Now folks, that's her own name. I think, oh, maybe she forgot how these jokes go. Nope. I go, Someday who? And folks, this little girl--my favorite four year old in the whole wide world--she goes, Someday my prince will come! And she sings it! In a beautiful little voice. I ain't even doin' it justice here. And I just fall over laughing."
In the audience, someone had fallen over. Big Mr. Ted, who had been seated next to Someday, was flat on his fluffy face. Sansy watched Someday lay down next to him, on her side so she could still see him. Her sockets were starting to droop.
Sansy kept going. "I got so many Someday stories," he said. "She comes home from pre-k one day and tells me another new joke. She says, Why did the chicken cross the road? I say, I dunno, baby. To get to the other side? She says, No! No, Uncle! He crossed the road to get to his uncle's house to hear him be silly. I say, baby, don't you ever cross the road to get hear me being silly. She looks at me and she goes, Oh, I don't hafta cross the road. You be silly right in my house! All day long. And I'm on the floor laughing again."
Someday's sockets were closed. Big Mr. Ted was doing double duty as a pillow. Sansy lowered his voice. "That's all the time we got today, folks. Somebody's gotta take a big ol' nap. Actually, two somebodies. Thank you. You been a great crowd."
He took a little bow that turned turned into a crouch. Carefully, he scooped up Someday and Mr. Ted. She cuddled against his chest. "All done?" she mumbled.
"All done, sweet girl. You're my best audience." He kissed her little forehead. "You wanna nap in your room?"
"I wan' your bed."
"You got it, sweetheart."
"You nap too?"
"I sure will." He carried her out of the playroom to his bedroom. It was neater than it used to be. Laundry in the hamper, trash in the trashcan. Most of the mess was the kids' toys, which had migrated into his room (and everywhere else in the house). He lay down on the bed with Someday, letting the little girl cuddle against him.
From this position, he could see his wall of sticky notes. In the very center of it was a big poster-sized sticky note (courtesy of Anne's classroom). On it was a crayon masterpiece depicting a lady in purple, a tall skeleton with glasses, a short skeleton in a blue jacket and a beanie, and three little skeletons. Among the hearts and stars drawn around it were two words, written in the shaky hand of a precocious pre-kindergartener. My family. Sansy's soul felt like it was going to explode with happiness as he drifted off to sleep with his little niece in his arms.
#the best of all timelines#best of all timelines#fankid someday#ht sans#sansy and his niblings#drabble
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Prompt: Toddler Dolores is Bruno’s favourite and Isabela gets jealous
Ooh 👀👀
The funny thing was, Isabela normally clung to Alma, clutching her abuela's skirt or toddling after her. She was always delighted to be in her abuela's arms as Alma proudly showed her off.
That wasn't to say that little Isa disliked her Tio. Far from it. It was obvious she loved him, just like she loved all of her family. But Alma was her favourite, after her parents. Just like how Bruno was Dolores's favourite, after Félix and Pepa.
So it was a surprise to Julieta to see her toddler pout at the sight of Dolores running on slightly shaky legs to Bruno, clinging to his ruana and giggling quietly.
And Isa, always headstrong, abandoned her place at Julieta's side to stomp (as best as a two-year-old could) across the courtyard to Dolores and Bruno.
Bruno was sitting on the ground with Dolores, gently bopping her on the head with one of her favourite teddy bears. Dolores giggled every time, trying to grab the toy.
As Julieta watched in bemusement, Isabela practically threw herself at her Tio, wrapping her chubby little arms around his neck with a huff. She was still pouting, eyes narrowed. If Julieta didn't know any better, she'd say Isa was outright scowling.
"Hey pequeña rosa," Bruno said fondly. "What's up?"
Isabela only huffed, sitting down and leaning against Bruno, one tiny fist still holding his ruana. Her little nose was in the air; she didn't bother to give any sort of answer. She looked, for all the world, like a princess holding court.
"Uh, Juli?" Bruno glanced over to her, looking lost.
Julieta, trying not to giggle, began to clean Isabela's toys away. "Looks like it's a Tio day," she said. "Shout if you need rescuing from the big bad toddlers, hermanito."
#answers#prompts#asks#isabela madrigal#bruno madrigal#dolores madrigal#julieta madrigal#encanto#encanto fanfic#madrigal family shenanigans#i love them your honour#best uncle bruno madrigal#bruno and his merry band of niblings
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Yesterday I played video games with my ten year old nephew and taught him "gracias, lo odio" and got him to say it and he was delighted.
(then I taught him "grazie lo detesto" and he said it wasn't as interesting and "why do you even speak Italian anyway?" - I don't think he realizes that our family is half Italian?)
Anyway, I'm a great influence on the next generation. Searching now for more non Minecraft memes to teach him next. (He's full up on Minecraft memes.)
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The older I get the more I appreciate how fucking hard the adults in my life worked to keep the magic of the holiday season going when I was a kid
#it's really a struggle this year man#my niblings are all so young so i want to do my best for them but it's so hard#there's just been so many upheavals in the the family this year#i won't be able to see my mom on christmas day because of covid#thankfully everyone is recovering well but 2023 is not giving it up without a fight#here's to more peaceful times next year god willing#robin's nest
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remember that time i bought an old library copy of howl's moving castle literally just for proving my 'the thirteenth doctor is howl' hypothesis??? bc good times
#dw shit#this book has highlighted howl quotes bc they're so 13#i also feel like vain 13 is a touchy subject bc ~girl but the doctor is always vain if in their own special way#and i absolutely buy her saying there's no point being alive if i can't be beautiful#bc she thinks she's hot okay she knows she's got it#and she obviously Does care about her appearance#it's just she's invested in looking like a disaster bisexual#love that for her#also yaz is sophie btw and the tardis is the castle#and the master is the wicked witch of the waste#the dog is karvanista#that one's too easy but i'm keeping it#howl's family are much nicer than the doctor's#but lets face it if the doctor Did have niblings they'd be the best aunt/uncle ever#i do not know the gender neutral term for that one and it's too late to look it up rn#but Anyway this is my conspiracy theory and it fits#the timeless child just wanted somewhere to use their degree!!!#13 would murder people in rugby with that repressed rage but i'd watch
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My sister sure is a hoot.
Might have to obtain guardianship of the nibling.
In bringing her over to my parents house to avoid them getting arrested for fighting with my sister, my nibling likes it better with us and the grandparents. This causes them to be unwilling to put up with my sister's rule. The two of them fight and I have to remove the nibling to avoid police intervention, then hope that they've both calmed down when I take the nibling back. And then they can discuss and grow.
Opposite happens.
Now my sister is threatening emancipation? You don't want to live here so bad? Fine, relinquish parental rights. Go be with Cynde.
I'm over here like All I wanted to do was save a kid from having to repeat a grade. Maybe engage them in their hobbies. Be the cool aunt and uncle.
Guess we'll be mom and dad now.
#about me#family drama#and i gotta work#and now we have to rearrange the whole house#and i was trying to upgrade my husband's computer#mobo had a bent pin#my sister lost a friend to a drunk driver#my nibling accidentally left the gas on the stove on#my nibling said it was a mistake#my sister said that the guy that killed her best friend said he made a mistake too#and while i get how dangerous leaving the gas on is#comparing a minor to a drunk driver for forgetting something is kinda...
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About 4 years ago now, I found out I needed major surgery. I was scared, upset and lonely. I needed my best friend and she basically bailed (stopped texting, calling, coming by). I'd been there for her so many times in the 19 years we'd been friends and the one time I needed her, she wasn't there. I was so angry.
Haven't heard from her since. And now, suddenly, she's on social media (which she always thought was stupid) and she added me?!?
I haven't really thought much about her in a while, but this brought all that anger back to the surface. She hasn't reached out in all those years. Not once. Not after the surgery, nothing. She just dropped out of my life.
Should I let go of the anger and disappointment? Should I befriend her on FB? Or ignore it?
I'm pretty sure I'm going to ignore it, but perhaps some of you have another point of view for me to consider.
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constantly processing complex feelings about my family and how the best that can be hoped for is a kind of carefully maintained armistace where we just focus on the niblings to avoid conflict
#ngl there have been times when ive wished i could cut them off#but i don't really have that option#and now the niblings are here i want to be around for them#so i settle for keeping a careful distance and not allowing them access to my life beyond what i am comfortable with#and trying to focus on their good qualities and the things about them that are admirable rather than all the bad stuff#it's not perfect but it's the best that i can do#perfect would be a fucking apology from them but that's not happening
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