LOL i lost my glasses recently (found them again, don’t worry) and i was stressing and what was worse was that i was working too
i’d like to imagine that dottore just comes to check on darling and they’re just stressing out because they’ve got lots of work to do (can’t be slacking off even when i’m sick. i love overworking 👍) but they can’t even see what they’re doing because they’ve lost their glasses
turns out, they were on the nightstand the whole time
i’m very forgetful and it is such a pain to forget where everything is — it makes me stress out so badly
i just think he probably wouldn’t be very amused but is probably used to it by now that he’s trying to find a solution to darling’s forgetfulness
also, how’s your day been? make sure to stay hydrated and get lots of rest too!
— (🍊) anon
Dottore acts annoyed and all at first, but as time goes on he's a bit worried about you, forgetting minor stuff is one thing, but what if something serious happens and you can't remember? He won't stand for you getting hurt while he's around. And more importantly, he wants you to live a better life, one that isn't hindered by your memory. Seeing you stressed and upset is of no benefit to either of you. So often times he finds himself working on a cure in his lab. Totally not because he cares about you too much - he just wants you to be more productive and useful to him, that's what he claims at least.
Thankfully, at the very least, you have a lot of segments to remember for you. They've learned to have hawk eyes on your glasses and any other items you're prone to losing. Perhaps at some point, they each have another pair of glasses in their room for you just in case neither of you can find it. Maybe some kind of tracker is embedded in the glasses too? A voice recording for you to listen to with places where you usually leave things. Whatever can help you find them.
Even if none of the older segments are available to help you, you still have a very reliable helper whose name is Zandy! Despite his age, he takes his job of helping you very seriously. You find it cute how he has a list of items he reads out to you that you check to make sure you have. Even though he's still a child, enhanced memory comes with being a segment.
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This is one of those things that is both actually frustrating and just sort of stupid, but my parents are very very bad at like. visiting. In multiple senses of the phrase but right now I mean mostly just actually coming to visit.
So like my sister has lived in the same city for a decade, owns a home, etc., and my parents visit exactly once a year, and I have lived in the same city for over two years and they have visited once (for 3 days). Which is all kind of frustrating and hurtful because we are pretty close (if dysfunctional) and I’d like to share my life with them—but also at this point, just kind of a background frustration that we’re used to.
EXCEPT then they sometimes try to make up excuses for not coming and it’s all just…absolute bullshit lies. Very very bad lying. Like “oh we wanted to come visit sometime but our schedules…” ma’am you are retired. “Oh we thought about coming to see you in the Nutcracker but we’ll have your sister’s dog…” you are both adults who could handle a dog on your own AND you literally just decided to dog sit like this week while knowing FOR MONTHS that I would be performing and never asking a single question about when it was or tickets or anything.
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UNDELIVERED LETTER ( to : mama )
freestyle poetry / prose
a/n : might delete later i cried like 3 times writing this el o el
if i were a child again, i would be lying on the bed frame of my grandmother’s 8-levelled apartment in china. an old, wooden thing, my body separated by nothing but a thin sheet, small bones of my frame aching. for some reason, there was no mattress in that room.
a singular fan whirls loudly above, the white planes coated in speckles of dust and rusted metal.
the air is humid from the afterthought of rain, and the fabric chequered with knockoff cartoons sticks to my skin.
still, i sleep comfortably, dreaming of rainbow-frosted cakes and dozing kittens.
still, i will complain about it the next day, and my parents will relent and nestle the small body of a child between the two of them in the hotel room.
if i were a child again, my mother would still love me.
i see the way her face contorts at cropped t-shirts and tomboyish haircuts. how her lip curves downwards at my willingness to stuff and bundle my skin into too-tight clothes. the way she mourns the body of a child she could once carry in her arms and raise to the sky, sunlight blazing against long, dark hair.
now it’s too tall, lanky. bones jutting out awkwardly in her hold.
miserable in the new temperament, the venomous words spat at her that a child would never know the existence of yet. the skin of her hand crackles, wrinkles pinching at the joints from the chemicals in the laundry detergent, from the relentless scrubbing at a stain that will never leave. the hand reaches out towards her daughter still, and she runs, further. hair that slips through her fingers is chopped off.
she loves me still, tolerates the tantrums, buys the clothes, and pays for the haircuts.
she prefers the child.
my mother always preaches how similar i am to my father, the slope of our noses, the glimmer of dark pupils.
we both know i am more like her. the silvery laughter, the poisonous words. the ways our faces both darken at the sight of each other. or perhaps that is my wistful thinking.
which daughter does not idolise her mother?
mother. mom. māma. carve me out from your womb again. i will be the daughter you want. i will learn to speak your dialect, i will play the guzheng that you never had a chance to learn. i will be softer, gentler, prettier, intelligent but not audacious, and hold my tongue when i speak. i will wear the dresses you like, and my hair will tumble to my hips, braided by your hands. i will be everything you couldn’t, and everything you sacrificed.
i don’t fear anything else in the world.
māma, please don’t hate your daughter for growing up.
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oml @camrio I just accidentally deleted your ask 💀💀. i definitely saw it tho and I agree !!
he’s a pro hero so yk he has money to buy wtv you want him to, in fact I feel like he refuses to have you buy like simple stuff you’d like for yourself. he gets all moody when he finds out you do bc it’s like he has his own money to buy you what you want so wtf ??????
but he does kinda expect you to be responsible for your own stuff so if you like constantly break the glasses he buys for you he’s like wtf are you doing ??? but he’ll still buy you a new pair bc he’s obsessed with you !
he definitely gets on your ass for it tho, I imagine him to be all like,
“no fuckin’ way you broke the pair of glasses I jus’ bought you?” and hes asking it rhetorically bc he alr knows you broke them but wants you to clarify.
and you’re shifting side to side bc you know he just bought you this new pair like 2 weeks ago and you alr managed to break them. “i know, and I’m sorry kats. it’s just I keep misplacing them and i really tried to keep up with them this time!” and you even offer to buy a new pair for yourself bc you don’t want him to keep wasting money on you.
but he gets even more upset bc you asked to buy your own pair and he’s all like, “fuck no. don’t ever ask that shit again. I’ll have a new pair by tomorrow.” and he like bends over and kisses your forehead to make sure yk that he’s not actually mad at you just a little frustrated.
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