They sleep

Aftersun (Charlotte Wells, 2022)

Oh my they are so cute Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

Webtoon name: I'll be the matriarch in this life (I will become the mistress of this life, 이번 생은 가주가 되겠습니다)

*Natasha, Billy and Tommy eating peanut sandwiches*

Wanda: What the hell are you doing?

Natasha: ...Having dinner?

Wanda: what happened to the lasagna I left for you to heat up?

*Natasha look away and remain silent*

Wanda: Tommy?

*Tommy look away and remain silent*

Wanda: Billy, baby?

Billy: Mama burned the lasagna and set the kitchen on fire!

Natasha: Billy! We made a deal!

Wanda: Natasha!

• Portrait of the Loud siblings

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Storytime from my sister cause she had a weird dream

So it goes like this: Me and my sister went on a trip on some hills, ok? Nothing weird yet. But then someone gave ME a bubble tea and she said I asked him if it has any dick. What the actual fuck?! Ok, it continues. He said it doesnt. We go home and my sister is drinking the tea and finds a dick in it and then she wakes up and she woke up screaming her lungs out. What is wrong with her???

Every year, without fail, when the first trees start changing colors and the leaves start falling, Steve feels his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. This is a leftover emotion from his memories of his parents. When he was a kid, until he was his 12, his parents were at home in the summers. It didn’t make much sense to hire nanny after nanny day in and day out, for months at a time. The traveling and business could wait until the school year. Steve’s mark for my parents are leaving soon was the leaves changing. When he started school in the fall, his parents would be gone. 

And it’s not that his parents were the most attentive or the most present, but they were there in the summers. He would smell his mother cooking breakfast every morning and would hear his dad doing paperwork in the office, or watching a game in the living room. Steve could watch a game with his dad (always basketball: his father’s college sport) and eat breakfast with his parents every morning.

Until school started. When school started, when the leaves started changing colors and jumping off the trees, Steve’s parents left with them. Suddenly there was an excess of nannies and extracurriculars to keep him safe while his parents traveled and did business.

And at a certain point, Steve was determined old enough to take care of himself and not even the sun and warm weather of Hawkins could lure his parents home. They were gone for good, Hawkins was no more to them than a halfway point and an address to send a card and a gift to twice a year: Steve’s birthday and Christmas.

But that overwhelming anticipation of the upcoming loneliness of fall still pervades Steve’s senses every fall. The weather starts to get a little cooler and Steve knows that, really, nothing is actually going to be changing, but he spent so many years afraid of the cool weather. It’s become too entrenched to not experience all-encompassing dread every September.

And who would notice? Everyone around him had the same feeling of sadness that summer was over, and if anyone asked, that’s exactly why Steve wasn’t happy. Summer was ending, and Steve was sad about it. No one questioned it, why would they? It’s not like Steve was an academic. 

No one noticed that Steve’s sadness at fall went beyond school, or long sunshine days, until Eddie. Until one day, when Eddie asked Steve why he seemed so sad, when the leaves changing were so beautiful?

And of course Eddie would wonder about that. Autumn fit him perfectly: cool air, shadows that highlighted his hair and eyes, perfect weather to bring out his jackets, perfect weather to keep his hair down after summer heat forced him to pull it up off of his neck.

And with his family, with the kids, with Robin, and with Eddie? This was one of the happiest falls yet. The distress at familiar loneliness came and went. Anxiety over the cooler weather yielded to dark eyes, a pretty smile, and a raised arm for Steve to warm up under. 

I'm crying for you

I'm crying for you. Without saying goodbye to you either before or after you left. Why were you taken away from me? You, always loved, joyful, supportive? You, joyful every day despite the pain or problems. Despite the difficulties, You are a good father, a good grandfather and great-grandfather, a hard-working man with such a big heart. You are and were, so continue to be so that everyone will remember you as such a wonderful grandfather. You are my longing, I cry for you, unable to understand your absence. Why did God call you to Himself so quickly? Does he need you more than your loved ones who are immersed in grief and despair for you?

Does your gray hair sparkle with an angelic halo? And are your back decorated with beautiful, large, pure white wings? Are you joyful? Are you immersed in blissful happiness, sitting in a meadow of peace with your beloved? Don't you miss home?

Pl

Cierpię po tobie

Cierpię po tobie. Nie pożegnawszy się ani przed ani po odejściu twoim. Dlaczego odebrano mi Ciebie. Ciebie zawsze kochanego, radosnego, człowieka wspierającego? Codzień radosnego mimo doskwierającego bólu czy problemów. Mimo trudności Tyś jest dobrym ojcem, dobrym dziadkiem i pradziadkiem, pracowitym człowiekiem z sercem tak wielkim. Jesteś i byłeś, więc bądź dalej, by zapamiętali Cię wszyscy tak wspaniałego jakimś był dziadku.

Tyś mą tesknotą, płaczę za tobą, nie umiejąc pojąć twej nieobecności.

Dlaczego Bóg tak szybko Cię do Siebie wezwał? Czyżby cię potrzebował, bardziej niż twoi bliscy pogrążeni w żalu i rozpaczy za Tobą?

Czy przy twych siwych włosach mieni się aureola? A twoje plecy zdobią piękne wielkie czysto białe skrzydła? Czyś radosny? Pogrążony w błogim szczęściu zasiadasz na łące spokoju wraz ze swoją ukochaną? Nie teskno ci do domu?

N°0071 – 2011

Non, maman, je ne veux pas. Je ne veux pas que tu lui pardonnes, qu'on fasse comme si rien n'était arrivé depuis plus de dix ans. Non, c'est un refus catégorique et sans retour. C'est trop facile sinon. Lui pardonner comme s'il n'avait rien fait ces dix dernières années, qu'il n'avait jamais semé le chaos dans la maison, qu'il n'avait jamais fait de mal à la famille. Oublier, mettre de côté tout ce qui s'est passé, comme si aucun souvenir n'était gravé au fer rouge, dans notre mémoire. L'aimer comme si on n'avait jamais souffert de ses faits et gestes. Non... Je ne peux pas maman. C'est au-dessus de mes forces et je t'avoue que je n'y mets aucune bonne volonté pour y arriver. Mais comprends-moi ! Tu as vu ce qu'il nous a fait subir pendant toutes ces années ? Penses-tu qu'il mérite d'avoir une autre chance, qu'on lui pardonne ? Ce n'est pas comme s'il n’avait jamais eu de pardon, ni de secondes chances de notre part. Ne repars pas dans ses bras, s'il te plaît maman. Ne l'aime pas comme au premier jour que tu l'as rencontré et je sais combien tu as pu l'aimer cet homme. Tu sais ce que j'aimerais ? C'est qu'il parte, loin de nous. Définitivement ou temporairement, qu'importe, du moment qu’il parte. J'ai de plus en plus du mal à le supporter, à le voir se comporter autrement qu'il ne le devrait. Je ne sais pas comment me comporter, lorsqu'il m'offre un cadeau ou qu'il a une attention envers moi. J'ai toujours peur que ce ne soit pas sincère. Le seul cadeau qui pourrait me faire plaisir, aujourd'hui, c'est qu'il parte, loin de nous pour qu'on puisse respirer, être bien. Être heureuse.

Édit : Puis, finalement, c'est moi qui suit partie. Parce que je n'en pouvais plus. Parce qu'il est arrivé dans ma vie et qu'il m'a libéré de bien des choses. Puis, finalement, je n'ai jamais su lui pardonner. Même après deux ans et demi de thérapie, je ne ferai pas d'efforts, pas plus que ça. J'en ai assez fait. encore récemment, j'ai eu le droit à « Tu n'es pas à la hauteur ». Quatre fois, en quatre ans, que je l'entends. Je le sais, merci. Je ne suis pas à ta hauteur, c'est bien normal. Je suis bien plus haut que toi, je m'élève dans le ciel.

Maushold family  🐭 ❤️ 🐭

My son, my life

MOVIE: Migration

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Kevin is a good daddy

Request: @cartoonqueen16

"I won't let you take him from me! He's my son!", she answers in a glacial tone. Never was the Countess of Elkins more firm. She will fight to the death to protect her boy, little Jarlath, who according to all the prospectuses, seems to be a capable boy - perhaps much too capable for his age, some would say. "My son will not go anywhere with you!" "You can't keep him locked up here all his life, doing stupid things," Noah replies calmly, watching the door close behind his nephew and his nanny, who helps him pick up his favorite toys. "And he must learn the ways of the world. Jarlath will grow up to be a bright child. You can't let him be too libertine!" "Libertine? Libertine, you say?!" she shouted, downright indignant. "'Ma'am!' He calls me 'ma'am!' Not mother. Is that your method of parenting, Noah? To alienate him from me?” Anger flashes in her eyes. The insult is so great that it makes her tremble with grief. Beatrix will guard the door with her own body if necessary, and Noah knows this very well. She is like a lioness protecting her cub. [...] He has no chance to win this matchup. Not when Jarlath was on the other end. Beatrix will always choose her son, his brother's child. And she will turn her back on him without even blinking. To Beatrix the name Elkins meant nothing. And that was the most painful. How could he have thought that he could have priority in her heart? How naive would he have been to think that Beatrix could exist without Jarlath Elkins?

Beatrix looks into his eyes with intensity, but it is not what he would have liked her to do. The warmth on her face disappears and is quickly replaced by an anger that has little left and will explode in front of him. She is like a volcano about to erupt. And with all that, he can't give up. How could he do it? Jarlath needs a firm mentor to teach him to become the head of this famous and influential family. And the fact that Beatrix turns him into a cheap boy grinds him to the bone. It's an insult to the memory of his dead brother! An insult to him, her brother-in-law, who because of her boy can't even... Not. There is no need to think about it. He is not allowed to think about it. Not when he got this far! "You know very well that Jarlath is not a normal child. He needs a proper education. And that includes good manners..." "My boy is not going anywhere. I have decided and this is how it will be done. He stays here, with me." [...] Beatrix pulls herself out of Noah's embrace so abruptly that she takes him by surprise. "Don't even dare to touch me!", she orders him, raising her pointer in a threatening manner. "You won't convince me to leave him." Noah retreats from her anger and stands with his hands raised in a sign of peace. He won't touch her if this is what she wants. But he will not give up the fight, because Noah Elkins is capable of absolutely anything except giving up. So he doesn't restrain his tongue, which anyway starts to tingle him more and more. "And then what are you going to do? Are you going to educate him? Or are you going to hire an idiot tutor to teach him nothing?" Unable to swallow this last insult, Beatrix, who can no longer keep her anger under control, almost whispers the answer: "I am leaving!"

(Volume I, Part 1)

( © Beatrix and Noah Elkins are my original characters and they are part of the project that my good friend @teodoraioana221  and I are working on together. )