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goldenboywrites · 3 years

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in my mind, you're mine forever

“Ollie?” Oliver Davenport looked up mid pancake flip and met the adoring gaze of Theodore Maddox-Wicker. He leaned across the counter after Theo hopped up onto a stool and ruffled the kid’s bedhead even more. “Good morning. Did dad already leave?”

“Good morning, birthday boy.” He flipped the pancake again before deeming it worthy enough for the boy sitting across from him. “Yes, he left early for work but he wanted me to tell you that his first present to you was not waking you up before he left and that he will be home early to celebrate with all of us.” Oliver spooned cut-up strawberries onto the plate then poured a healthy amount (which Apollo could scold him for if he were present) of syrup on the pancakes before passing the plate off to Theo. “Your uncle Cass will be by later and your aunt Artemis…”

Theo forked a strawberry, his carefree smile turning into a frown. One that pained Oliver’s heart to see. “But I won’t see my dad.”

He wasn’t talking about Apollo.

“No,” Oliver said carefully, turning off the stove and placing the last pancake on a plate for himself. “Probably not tonight but you’ll see him this weekend. And I heard a rumor that he may be taking you to Australia for a few days as an extra special surprise but don’t tell him I told you.” The former Gryffindor grabbed a fork and cut through the side of the pancake. Theo’s frown only deepened and Oliver inhaled slowly before continuing. “I know it’s not what you want but both of your dads are doing their best. Remember that, kiddo.”

Theo made a noncommittal noise and ate some of his pancakes. Oliver knew him well enough to see the gears turning in that brain of his. “Do you think my dad will come home soon?”

He nearly choked on the piece of pancake in his mouth. Immediately Oliver grabbed a glass of orange juice and washed it down. He glanced at Apollo and Isaac’s son, the most wonderful kid he had the pleasure of knowing. There was nothing Oliver wouldn’t do for Theodore Maddox-Wicker. He would move mountains, slay dragons, give him a kidney. This was the kid that he and Cassio both loved as if he were their own. Guilty, his gaze quickly shifted down to his own plate. He didn’t have the courage to tell Theo that he didn’t know.

“I wish they would just talk like they used to,” Theodore said as he pushed his plate away, more than half of it was uneaten and Oliver knew he should be the adult in the situation and make sure the boy ate a good breakfast but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not when it was the first birthday Theo would have to celebrate twice because his dads weren’t together. “I know they still love each other.”

Oliver sighed, pushing his own plate aside and resting his arms flat on the counter. He bent his back, groaning lightly at the light crack of his spine. Fuck, he was getting old. They all were. “I think they’ll always love each other, kid. And if it’s meant to be then they’ll find a way back to each other. All we can do is give them time.”

“Time makes things worse. Space makes things worse.” Theo argued, his mouth forming a pout.

Not always. Sometimes staying together when things aren’t working does more damage. Is what Oliver wanted to say but he had to remind himself who he was talking to. A child whose entire world was upside down and changing. He didn’t want to crush the innocent hope he still had. “Alright, you’ve got me there.” Oliver threw his hands up in mock defeat.

“So you’ll help me then?”

Oliver Davenport’s face paled and his brow furrowed into a line of confusion. “Help you?” He questioned.

“Parent trap them, duh.” Theo reached his hand out expectedly and gave Oliver an impatient look. “Phone, please.”

“I don’t understand that reference,” Oliver admitted but still took his phone out of his pocket and handed it off to Theo despite the uneasiness he felt in the pit of his stomach. “Please tell me you just want to play candy crush…”

“I’m going to get them to talk or remember how much they love each other and our fam-” Theo explained at the same time that Oliver warned, “Theo…”

“Please, uncle Ollie?” Oh no, his heart clenched in his chest and he tried to look away before but no, Theo that look on his face. His big, brown puppy dog eyes staring up at him as if he put the stars in the sky. “Please help me. I can’t do it without you…”

Oliver sighed. Then he sighed again. After that, he crossed his arms over his chest and light stomped his foot out. It wasn’t fair. The love he held for this kid wasn’t fair. Cassio was going to murder him for getting involved. “As your father’s best friend,”

“I thought uncle Cass was dad’s best frien-”

“Uncle Cass and I are a packaged deal so if he’s your father’s best friend then that makes me his best friend too. Also, I saved his life one time and uncle Cass hasn’t,” Oliver paused, shaking his head. “Never mind, anyways. As your dad’s best friend I say heck yes, let’s do it. But I also feel like I need to also say that as the only mature, responsible adult, and your unofficial guardian when your dads are working, that I do not approve of meddling in other adults private affairs.”

But Theo wasn’t listening. He was punching in number’s on Oliver’s phone and then lifting it up to his ear. Oliver heard it ring and then the muffled voice of Isaac on the other line. Theo whimpered at sound of his dad’s voice and huffed out, “Hi dad,” trying (and succeeding) in making himself sound as sad and pathetic as possible. He was good. He was real good. And Oliver was scared about what he had just agreed to do.

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“This better be an emergency. I’m trying to leave the office on time,” Apollo muttered into the phone as he tucked it between his ear and his shoulder. “Please tell me you were able to pick up the cake.” He shuffled through a thick stack of papers, notes from his three current court cases. The work never seemed to end these days.

“Hi, sister. How are you? Are you well? Are you enjoying the nice weather we’re having?” She said in a mocking tone. “It’s amazing to me that you have so many clients when you clearly don’t know how to properly answer the phone.” Sometimes, most of the times, Apollo wished he was an only child. Having a twin sister who constantly called you out on your own bullshit was exhausting.

“My clients don’t pay me to be polite on the phone,” He reminded her with a sigh. “They pay me to win their cases.”

She scoffed and he imagined rolled her eyes at the same time. “Ah yes, my brother. The shark of the wizarding world. Anyways, I was checking in to make sure you didn’t need me to pick up anything else but since you’re in wonderful mood, I’m not sure I want to do you any favors.”

He was trying. Really he was, despite what everyone around him thought. Despite what Isaac believed about him these days. He was trying to be a better person and a better father. He was trying to control his anger, still trying to work through the hardships he had faced in his life. There were still quite a few things that haunted Apollo even though he had tried to put his past behind him. A lot of it was bubbling back up to the surface now that Isaac had left him.

“Hello?” Artemis sang into the phone. Apollo shook his head and refocused.

“Just get to the house. Oliver is there with Theo. Cass is picking up dinner and I will be home in half an hour.” Apollo stopped suddenly, his phone nearly slipping from his ear as he felt the wards around his building shift in a sickeningly familiar way. He gritted his teeth and then, in an attempt to calm himself, took a sharp breath. “Just keep an eye on Theo, okay? He’s really struggling with everything that’s going on and I want him to feel special on his birthday. I know he’s disappointed that-” He couldn’t say his name. He wouldn’t. The door to his office opened and Apollo glanced up to see a trio of men standing in his door. “Artemis,” He hissed, not breaking eye contact with the man in the middle.

“Yeah, Apollo. I know. We’re all make sure he has good time tonight and you will too, right? You’ll be home on time? Promise me you won’t let him down today…”

The men walked to the bar cart on the right side of Apollo’s office. They helped themselves to glasses of scotch. With his free hand, Apollo rubbed at his forehead. “I uh,” Sometimes the weight on his shoulders felt so heavy he was scared he would crumble under the pressure. “Something has come up. I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

“Apol-” He hung up on her.

“This better be good,” Apollo said through gritted teeth as each of the men took a seat in front of him. “I have somewhere important to be.”

The man seated in the center, tapped his fingers against the glass and raised a brow at him. “Do you now? Something more important that this meeting, you say? Do we need to remind you that you are indebted to us for life? Must we remind you that you are here in this fancy office because we put you here? You would be rotting in Azkaban with Beery if it weren’t for us. So how about we start this meeting over again. This time with manners.”

Apollo gritted his teeth so hard, his hands shook and he laced his fingers together so they wouldn’t see. An empty glass on the bar cart behind him shattered. Yet he didn’t pay it any attention. Instead he leaned back in his chair and forced a tight grin to show. “What can I do for you gentlemen?”

Maybe one day he would free from the things that held him prisoner.

#In my mind you're mine forever

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leofcwler · 5 years

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shania twain vc: let’s go girls!

PREFERRED NAME — bri

PRONOUNS — she/they

AGE — 21 bt i’m turning 22 on sunday baybee!

PINTEREST — bada bing bada boom

DISCORD — bri#0458

TUMBLR (PERSONAL/MUSE/RPH) — yeehaw!

MYER-BRIGGS — istp

HP HOUSE — slytherin

ASTROLOGY — gemini

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY? — my only current tattoo is the gemini symbol not to sound like a total white girl but yes. yes i believe in astrology.

HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU STARTED RPING ON TUMBLR — honestly im not sure probably 13?? wipes sweat from my brow

WHAT YEAR WAS IT? — i think that makes it 07??? fcking hell

NAME A RANDOM ROLEPLAY THAT STICKS OUT IN YOUR MEMORY — i was in this harry potter next gen rp i’m not kidding all of high school like the entire 4 years it was a wild ride

WITHOUT GOOGLING IT FIRST, WHAT DO YOU THINK SIR ELTON JOHN’S NET WORTH IS? — i think like $500 million tbh Big Mans Got Money

NAME THE FIRST SONG ON YOUR DISCOVER WEEKLY ON SPOTIFY OR THE FIRST SONG THAT COMES ON APPLE MUSIC / ITUNES SHUFFLE — if only i was a poet by staffan carlen

NAME A BOOK THAT YOU READ IN SCHOOL THAT YOU SURPRISINGLY LIKED — tbh i think my fave was brave new world

NAME A BOOK YOU HATED THAT MOST PEOPLE LIKED — maybe great gatsby?? i just thought it was so dull..................

WHAT TV SHOW DID YOU RECENTLY BINGE? — im rewatching the office for the 4th time rn lawl but other than that i watched the society in like less than 24 hours

FAVOURITE QUOTE — “if you live to be a hundred, i want to live to be a hundred minus one day so i never have to live without you.” - winnie the pooh baby!

LINK TO A VINE THAT EXUDES YOUR ‘ENERGY’ — x

DO YOU WRITE OUTSIDE OF RP? WHAT DO YOU WRITE? — i used to write novels and stuff but i haven’t in a long time i should probably start again

THREE YOUTUBERS YOU STILL TRUST — tiny meat gang, kurtis conner, drew gooden/danny gonzalez (i couldn’t decide between them)

A CELEBRITY CRUSH THAT JUST WON’T QUIT — harry styles i would die for him

EVER MEET A CELEBRITY? SHARE YOUR STORY — i literally just met kurtis conner at the 1975 concert this monday that was truly wild

WHAT’S YOUR PICTURE-PERFECT NIGHT? — frankly probably drinking and doing something fun with my friends

A CONSPIRACY THEORY YOU KINDA BELIEVE IN — mandela effect is REAL!!!!!!!!!!

ARE ALIENS REAL? — yes

GHOSTS — yes ofc i’ve had so many experiences w them they are OUT THERE

BIG FOOT — honestly maybe but also? mostly doubt it

THE LOCHNESS MONSTER? — the ocean’s so big it’s impossible to imagine it’s not real and out there also some pics? quite convincing................

WHAT WAS THE GENRE OF YOUR LAST DREAM? — i honestly can’t remember the last dream that i had i’ve been on so many meds fr back issues it’s like fritzed my brain and made it impossible to dream i think

DO YOU STILL PLAY POKEMON GO? — no i kinda miss it i might start it up again tbh

WHAT’S A FILM YOU LOVED WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG AND RECENTLY WATCHED, ONLY TO FIND OUT YOU DON’T ANYMORE — i haven’t watched a lot of movies from when i was young recently i won’t lie also i’m not hard to please i would probably still love it

DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING? — i have like 1000 lipsticks also lots of notes and memorabilia from high school?? and hearts haha xP

WHAT’S SOMETHING YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BUT YOU’RE TOO LAZY? — guitar tbh i took a class freshman year of high school but never got actual lessons

THREE LANGUAGES YOU DON’T SPEAK, BUT WISH YOU COULD — french, spanish, and latin

A GUILTY PLEASURE MOVIE — land of the lost it’s literally one of my fave movies even tho i kno its trash

A GUILTY PLEASURE MUSICAL ARTIST — 5sos even tho i’m not guilty........... they’re good.

TELEVISION SHOW — i watch riverdale and i do feel guilty about it it’s not good but i can’t stop.

NAME A FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM TV/FILM/MOVIE/GAME/BOOK THAT YOU FIND YOURSELF PROJECTING ON / YOU RELATE TO — probably kelly from the office i’m not gonna fuck around

DO YOU FOLLOW ANY SPORTS? WHO DO YOU ROOT FOR? — i have and never will willingly sit through a sports game any day of my life and you can take that to my grave.

HOBBIES BESIDES WASTING AWAY HERE? — idk spending time with my friends, drinking lawl, reading, used to take vocal lessons??, rotting away on netflix

PLUG A TV SHOW / MOVIE / BOOK / VIDEO GAME / ETC… YOU WISH MORE PEOPLE WOULD CHECK OUT — um?? i feel like the show dark is really underrated but it slaps Dumb Hard

WOULD YOU EAT A STRANGER’S FINGER FOR A MILLION DOLLARS? — who am i to deny myself a tasty snack for a truck load of money

TEAM EDWARD OR JACOB? honestly i was a bit of both but ig edward in the end idk team jasper if anything /:

LIVE-ACTION DISNEY MOVIES, YAY OR NAY? — ya i like them i don’t even give a hoot and holler i love disney........ there. i said it.

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW MUCH DID YOU HATE FILLING THIS OUT? – like 6 i don’t even know who i am

#livingtask #livingtask:001 #no offence but yeehaw!

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trolling-since-chernobyl · 6 years

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rules: *post the rules *answer the questions given to you by the tagger *write 11 questions of your own *tag 11 people

tagged by @multigloria, thanks sis! <3

1.- one tv trope you just can’t stand – old, good best friends or brotops turned into romantic interests.

2.- what show are you currently watching - Supergirl

3.- who was your first celebrity crush? – I seriously don’t crush on celebs (or people), but I guess the closest to the celebrity crush is Misha Collins.

4.- one show that you regret ever watching – regret watching/reading/wasting 15 fucking years of my life on Naruto

5.- what are your plans for the next year? - …survive?

6.- Do you miss anyone right now? - mom

7.- One thing that always makes you cry -…onions

8.- One thing that always makes you laugh – Jensen and Misha’s panels on JiBcon

9.- Pick 5 favorite movies – Matrix, Mononoke Hime, Adams Aebler, Utomlyonnye solntsem, The Thin Red Line

10.- if you could dress yourself as one character, who would it be? – Max Guevara from Dark Angel

11.- what is your guilty pleasure – not carrying

I’m not tagging because my rotting brain can’t create any nice questions.

#my fam #multigloria

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longstrangetrip-blog-blog · 4 years

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Quarantinis and Snacks

Let’s get caught up on the past 5 days here in Asheville, NC.

Day 1: I actually bartended and created a cocktail called The Quarantini.

Recipe:

3 oz Gin (I used Gordon's)

.25 oz St. Germaine (any elderberry liquore will suffice)

.5 oz lemon juice

.5 oz Honey Syrup

3 dashes Angostura Bitters

Shake. Strain. garnish with lemon swath. I do recommend drinking heavily during this time of uncertainty.

Usually, I avoid St. Patty’s day like the plague, no pun intended. This year everyone got laid off at the bar next door so they came over to drink and drink heavily. By default, I had been thrown into an impromptu St. Patty’s celebration. I sold upwards of 20 Irish Car Bombs for last call. Jokes on me. What I didn’t know was that was going to be the last time I saw everyone for an indeterminate amount of time.

Day 2:

I woke up for some ungodly reason at 8 AM. Probably my coworkers in the group chat discussing how the restaurant had closed. I got online once I realized it wasn't a joke and began to wrap my brain around the fact that we were closed due to the impending pandemic. I immediately got out of bed and headed straight to the unemployment website. It took about 1.5 hours to fill everything out and send it in to be reviewed. Fast forward 3 hours and I am helping a friend bury her cat in another friends backyard. My Social Distancing is not going well.

Day 3:

One Bota Box and Half a bottle of bourbon later, not hungover and hanging out on the couch. Today is Cleaning day. After about an hour of that nonsense, I can’t take it anymore. I get in my car and just drive around town. Everything is a ghost town minus the random joggers or cyclists. As I drive around, restaurants that are still trying to salvage what they can are doing curbside pick up. Then as I cut through the campus I see it, the one thing that finally lets this become more of a reality and not some surreal vacation; there is a drive-thru testing facility. There are tents and multiple people in Hazmat suits. It is an eerie scene. I retreat to the house to drink more wine and watch a guilty pleasure, Gossip Girl.

Day 4:

I wake up to my landlord leaving me a text about how we owe extra rent this month. I am thoroughly annoyed because it is some weird water overage payment which we have already paid. I explain to her the current situation at which point she because to whine because her son is poor. I reserved myself and social distance the fuck outta her texting otherwise I might get in trouble. After I calm down, I digress in behavior back to the couch. About 2 hours later I get an email from my job stating we will no longer be getting paid on Friday but our checks will “be in the mail.” I have direct deposit what kind of backass kinda twist is this? So, as my financial plot thickens and eminent doom sets in I run to the liquor store for another handle of bourbon. This social distancing is going to be the death of me.

Day 5:

Wake up and decide to distance myself from my couch. It is keeping me from being productive.I made a to do list with “Shower” as my top priority. No cocktails til 3. No payday. Work has offered us a free meal to pick up since the walk-in must be slowing starting to rot. To be continued. f

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