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inkskinned · 11 months

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one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

#writeblr #i was doing a lot with high school students. over and over again #other teachers kept asking me what i was doing differently - why the kids listened to me. i am not particularly foreboding #and i have a pretty firm personal policy of never reacting in anger #godhelpme.#i was always kind of taken aback #because in general the kids were pretty easy. i explained i needed to keep everything “PG-13” because this was my workplace #and it was kind of their workplace #too. besides #i love swearing #and since i couldn't swear #neither could they - so if they were going to say “fuck” or become violent #they needed to choose a really specific time #because we only get “the one”.. sure enough - nobody wanted to waste the one very specific “fuck” utterance. kids listened.#i think just because - that rule makes sense. the kids understand that i don't want to be unfair to them #that censorship is stupid #but that i'm under these rules too so like let's ride it out together #also i look young and tbh between me and u nobody wants to make the nice english teacher cry #the way these kids defended me to their friends was really genuinely so heartwarming bc the Grouchy Frat Boy #would be like MISS RAQUEL DOESN'T DESERVE THAT KIND OF AN ATTITUDE BRO DON'T TALK BACK TO HER

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hensfox · 4 months

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red, white & royal blue (2023) ▶ sulky alex

#rwrbedit #rwrbsource #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #rwrb movie #red white & royal blue #taylor zakhar perez #tzpedit #*mine #mgif #1k #i'm obsessed w his grouchy face

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dailynakaharachuuya · 2 months

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Your warmth.

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #skk #soukoku #(I'm so cold)#(Our boilers been broken for the last like 5 days)#(So we've had no heating or hot taps)#(I think it's affecting my mood haha I've been feeling so grouchy and sad)#(Been watching comedy dramas with my friends and the moment theres even a somewhat sad scene even if it's goofy)#(Or something inconvient happens I feel like I'm gonna cry haha)#(Ramble over haha I feel like I can only say things like this on tumblr because I have no mutuals on here)

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arcadewonder · 5 months

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#the sims 4 #ts4 #claude #devin #it's been a long time since i opened this save #i've had these two in my bin for a while #but i'm finally happy with end result #what i can i say i like my grouchy old men/women in my saves #wf save

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howtobecomeadragon · 9 months

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laughing at how a post that pointed out the way that the fandom doesn't focus enough on will's abusive childhood and how instead the fandom puts so much emphasis on mike's abusive/not abusive childhood has resulted in...

yep, you guessed it! even more fandom focus on how rough mike does or does not have it. and no further discussion about will outside of the original post (that i've seen at least).

i'm laughing. look at me. i'm laughing. 😐😐

#will byers #don't look at me i'm just feeling a little grouchy #byler

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toskarin · 7 months

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now you might think shadowheart is my favourite bg3 companion, but you'd be wrong. this is an easy mistake to make because I am not attracted to astarion and accordingly don't post that way, while I think shadowheart is one of the cutest characters we've had in a western rpg in a long time (she has bangs)

#I know what happens to the bangs later and I'm still grouchy about it #but apparently there's a mod that keeps everything else and brings back the bangs #much to consider!

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pizza-feverdream · 9 months

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I spent more time editing the gif than the actual artwork lol

Here's the Boys. They're just some Totally Not Screwed Up Guys

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ardberts · 2 months

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i am irrationally annoyed by the results of that poll about which scion could get closest to defeating the wol because we've canonically kicked estinien's ass multiple times, once while he was possessed by one of the most powerful dragons in existence, but the masses voted for him over g'raha tia, who not only has the power to transcend time and space, but who could also go toe-to-toe with emet-selch in terms of both power and wits

#ffxiv #ci.txt #this is just more to my point that the writers have been doing a BAD JOB with g'raha since the shadowbringers patch quests #they've boiled his entire character down to uwu cat boy which is cute and all but it kinda takes all that development and #throws it out the window which makes me really sad.#also i say this all as a person whose list of faves ranks estinien above g'raha #for the record i'm not mad at the voters i'm mad at the writers i think this is bringing up endwalker resentment for me #also if it's a question of estinien winning because g'raha would be hesitant #are you saying that estinien's loyalty to the wol at this point wouldn't cause him to hesitate as well?#come on.#i'm sorry my dog just woke me up from a nap and i'm grouchy pls don't hold it against me

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 3 months

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> go online, see an acquaintance recommending a new piece of superhero media

> ask if it's gritty or ironic

> friend seems confused

> pull out a chart explaining what "gritty" and "ironic" mean in the context of superhero media

> friend says, "It's good superhero media, Commie."

> watch it

> it's ironic

#dangerous communist propaganda #i'm grouchy

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willowser · 6 months

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..........anyway. beauty and the beast au with bakugou.........................

#he's so grouchy #and insecure bye #i feel like i've someone else has talked about this i'm sure they have akfjejaak #update it was dienamights !!!!!#✿ shut up willow

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fadedrainbowbookshelves · 11 months

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I'm sorry...I had more planned, but then there was all the bees...then the pond......uh, the fire...

#welcome home #welcome home fanart #frank frankly #eddie dear #eddie x frank #In which Eddie has a Genuinely Excellent Plan to woo the Grouchy Bug Enthusiast and everything goes comically (for everyone but Eddie) wron #He's just gutted of course he worked so hard on this heartfelt confession #I wouldn't worry eddie... I think the effort itself touched him #Frank who's secretly had a crush on the mailman for months and is trying not to tear up: It's...it's perfectly adequate.#Unaffiliated with the incredible Welcome Home creation I'm just a fan having fun!

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kcrabb88 · 1 month

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The thing I've noticed recently about shipping QuinObi, a small Obi-Wan ship (we'll say a few rowboats tied together, but could be a sloop someday) in Star Wars fandom where there are monolith Obi-Wan ships is that, like ... there is a lot of kind of, I suppose unintentional shade thrown around? Not directed at me specifically (though I've had that too) but just in posts where fanon things are stated as fact. There are A LOT of posts that reference Quinlan and Obi-Wan having a thing as Padawans that go out of their way to say "oh but they weren't in love it was just sex" like Obi-Wan can't be in love with multiple people throughout his life and must wait to be in love with whoever the main love interest of the post is (could be any big ship I'm not like, calling out a particular one) or Obi-Wan can't care about someone deeply that he's having sex but not a romantic commitment with. Sure, FWB is a thing! It's often a part of the progression of any of my QuinObi fics. But the way posts like this are phrased is often like "oh well sure he slept with Quin as a Padawan but it was just cause he was there" kind of tone. I dunno, just the kind of fairly popular insistence that Obi-Wan likes Quinlan sure, but he isn't in LOVE with him and never was to make sure that it's CLEAR that Obi-Wan was only ever in love with whoever the other half of the ship is ... well, odd.

Like "Quinlan's so dumb am I right, but he's hot so Obi-Wan slept with him. Fun to be around but not a serious love interest" kind of vibes. There's a not small amount of fics that have Quinlan either pretending to be someone else while he and Obi-Wan sleep together, or being in a threesome with Obi-Wan and someone else for the purpose of getting the other two together and I'm like?? Why is this such a trend? No one has to ship my ship by any means, but using Quinlan like that just ... kinda sucks. Quinlan is a great character and he and Obi-Wan are really close. It's not wild to think they could fall in love. I've written situations where they're in love, then they're with other people and come back together later, like, it's possible to write multiple relationships like that.

I dunno, all of it makes me feel weird about how fandom generally views Quinlan. Obi-Wan could just as easily be with Quinlan as he could with any other ship and yet Quinlan is treated like this stepping stone or side piece without respect sometimes. There's gotta be a better way to involve past character relationships in your fanwork than to low-key imply that another character is just a stand-in for the eventual Big Love.

#Sorry I'm grouchy #I just keep seeing posts like this #And I do think it's possible if you have past QuinObi and another ship #To not do this #I don't really think it's intentional but it bugs me #QuinObi #KCrabb rambles #Star Wars tag

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pillowspace · 8 months

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@strawbubbysugar I got lost in the sauce over Frankenfate Y/ngineer and CSD in the home of csd!Eclipse, and speedran writing something for fun

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CSD slowly inched the towering door open with one hand wrapped around the handle and the other pressed flat against the wood, wincing with a flutter of their nervous heartbeat at the creak it let off. They didn't let it deter them though, as they sneaked through the smallest gap they could make, and didn't bother closing it when they made it into the guest bedroom far larger than they'd ever get to see again after they'd leave. Which they would. They just needed... one person they couldn't leave without. They silently tip-toed towards the too-soft bed where a single slumbering lump lied beneath the piles of fuzzy blankets, and very carefully lifted their knees up to crawl onto the mattress.

CSD silently hovered over Y/ngineer, who was curled up on their side, peacefully breathing in restful sleep. CSD felt only a little bad to disturb that as they reached out and wrapped a hand around the other's shoulder. They gently shook.

"Hey," CSD whispered. Y/ngineer stirred with a small groan, before falling back limp with a soft exhale. CSD shook their shoulder a little harder this time, and the other slowly blinked tired, unfocused eyes open.

"You're awake, good," CSD muttered with relief. Y/ngineer's eyes quickly widened, darting over to where the shorter's face hovered over them with tense, unblinking eyes. Y/ngineer jerked backwards in fright and, out of sheer instinct, kicked a knee up into CSD's gut. CSD grunted in startled pain, but avoided making any sound louder, doubling over to drop their face into the bedsheets.

"GOD!" Y/ngineer yelped, scrambling away to the other corner of the bed with the blankets in hand.

"Shh! Quiet!" CSD hissed, strained as they pressed a hand onto the bedsheets and pushed themself back up.

"Wha...?" Y/ngineer breathed. They dropped their head back down with a heavy sigh in realization, and pressed their hands over their own face just to let them slide down.

"Ughh, what do you want? I'm sleeping," they grumbled, voice muffled by their hands. "Are you here to kill me for hitting you with the door yesterday?"

"Not yet. Later," CSD crawled a little closer on the soft bedsheets to where Y/ngineer had scrambled away to. They were definitely going to bruise from that knee, ow. Y/ngineer's hands slid off from their face and they shot the other a tense, wary glance.

"That was an accident."

"Good to hear. Now get up," CSD replied, hushed.

"What? Why? No," Y/ngineer whined. "I feel like I only slept for an hour."

"You've been sleeping for four."

"And here knows I need it!" Y/ngineer exclaimed, though blessedly a lot quieter than they could have been. CSD just stared at Y/ngineer in silence for a time, until Y/ngineer ran a hand through their hair and sighed, closing their eyes in defeat. "What is it?"

"I don't trust it here. I never did, but it was warmth, it was shelter, it was food, it was water. I mean, don't you find it weird that we're in a massive, full-scale castle, and there's only one person inhabiting it?" CSD quickly spoke, leaning back on their knees to make wild hand gestures between talking points. "And sure, you could say no one lives here because it's uninhabitable for the average Celestial outside, but all of the decor and clothes inside clearly shows it's been well-lived in. So why not anymore? Why is it just Eclipse?"

"Um. I don't know. Because it's quiet?" Y/ngineer tiredly mumbled, before adding even quieter, "unlike in this room?"

"Eclipse doesn't like quiet!" CSD strongly whispered. "He hates quiet!"

"Please get to the point, Dandelion."

"You've seen the tapestries, right? In like half of them, there's a little sun god and a little moon god standing side-by-side, hosting dinners and parties- just- events, for all the other gods. This castle looked like that at some point. And now it doesn't anymore. I think--" CSD abruptly cut themself off to warily glance at the bedroom door that they had left open for easier escape. No noise escaped the hallway outside, and no shadows shifted. They were alone. CSD leaned close down to Y/ngineer and whispered as quietly as possible, "I think Eclipse murdered the sun and moon gods, and possibly even everyone else too."

CSD leaned back, waiting for Y/ngineer's expression of shock, of horror. But the other just slowly blinked their eyes, tired, expression entirely unimpressed.

"So?" Y/ngineer grumbled.

CSD stared, uncomprehending for a moment. The two just blinked at one another, one baffled while the other slipped closer and closer into sleep. CSD opened their mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

"So?? What do you mean so?" CSD asked in astonished disbelief. Y/ngineer groaned.

"I mean, that's bad. That's really bad, yeah. But you woke me up for this? Your gods have killed people too," they responded. "We know this already."

"Not a whole castle's worth!" CSD hissed.

Y/ngineer stared at them deadpan for long enough that they could feel how little Y/ngineer genuinely believed that. CSD leaned back with a slight embarrassed flush, recalling the realization they had to Y/ngineer in one night of horror that Moon had been the one to slaughter the entire village they had set foot in oh so long ago.

"Sun hasn't killed a whole castle's worth!" CSD hurriedly corrected, for how little it even helped.

"Did he tell you that?" Y/ngineer tiredly asked, turning onto their side with a large yawn to once again let their eyes slip shut.

...No, he had not.

"Look, enough," CSD grumbled. "It's been red flags since the start, okay? First, Eclipse lets us think he's Sun and that something terrible's just happened to him--"

"Let you think. I'm sorry, but that one's on you. That clearly wasn't him."

CSD bit the inside of their cheek, looking away to instead stare at the distant fancy dresser.

"Okay. I know. But he still--" CSD was cut off once more.

"Has anyone every told you that you'd fit into the Sonic Adventure 2 plot? Like, you'd mistake Shadow for Sonic the Hedgehog, one hundred precent. And I'm literally the colourblind one here, so that's probably an achievement on your end," Y/ngineer spoke, eyes still closed. "Mmm, Silver too. You've got that Amy Rose behaviour."

CSD turned back to stare at them with a furrow in their brow, struggling to piece together the string of words they had just been told. "What?" They breathed.

Y/ngineer quietly giggled to themself, shoulders shaking beneath the covers. When the barely restrained laughter failed to cease, CSD realized that they were being messed with, entirely on purpose. They scoffed.

"Total you problem," Y/ngineer grinned.

"No- we're not doing this stupid future stuff. Get up. We're going. Moon needs us anyway." CSD scrambled over Y/ngineer to get off of the bed, and landed their feet upon the pristine flooring. They gripped Y/ngineer by the arm and began tugging. Y/ngineer yelped with abruptly opened eyes as they were pulled closer to the edge, before attempting to pull away from CSD's grip with minimal success, putting up resistance.

"Noooo! Let me sleep!" Y/ngineer whined.

"Get up!" CSD told.

"STOP!"

A harsher tug, as well as further resistance.

"Come ON--"

"NOTHING'S WRONG! IT'S A SNOWSTORM OUTSIDE AND I'M TIRED, CAN'T WE DEAL WITH THIS LATER-"

"THERE'S NO BETTER TIME THAN--"

A soft rap of knuckles against the open bedroom door caused CSD's eyes to widen and heartbeat to dip into a stutter. In a moment of sheer freeze instinct alone, CSD's hands began to loosely slide down to Y/ngineer's wrist, before falling off altogether. CSD yelped as they fell backwards and crashed hard onto the floor. They quickly scrambled back up to their feet and turned around to face the door, backing up to press their hands against the edge of the bed. There, in the doorway, stood Eclipse in all his over 12 feet tall glory, watching them through the gap with no clear expression among the seven red eyes littering his face.

"Hey! Eclipse! What, uhhh." CSD misjudged the size of the bed and accidentally fell down into sitting atop the mattress with a soft bounce. They tried to casually play it off, like they had meant to sit there. "What are you doing here?"

Y/ngineer blessedly stayed silent beside CSD.

"Your human sleep cycle should not have ended yet. Why are you both awake?" Eclipse quietly asked, the sounds of two whispering voices tangling themselves into each and every syllable like a braid. CSD clicked their tongue.

"Uhhh. I... was just heading back to bed actually," CSD nervously responded. A glance towards Y/ngineer showed a slight wariness, but a total lack of concern for CSD's end. They supposed that was reasonable. Eclipse had treated them well thus far, and CSD had just come in with their own suspicious ramblings in the middle of the night. When Y/ngineer caught their gaze though, they gave them a comforting little pat on the thigh, and CSD relaxed.

"Okay. Come here then. I'll take you," Eclipse urged, reaching a large hand out towards CSD for them to take. Their hands wouldn't fit together right, too differing in size, but CSD still pushed themselves off of the bed with a great deal of hesitancy to take it. He avoided piercing the fragile human skin with his red claws, and began pulling them back out of the door. CSD glanced back at Y/ngineer, who was watching them from the bed.

"Goodnight," CSD grumbled.

Y/ngineer gave a little wave with a reassuring smile, and mouthed what might've been we can talk about it later. "Goodnight. Sorry for attacking you, you just startled me is all. Get some sleep, 'kay?" They sleepily said.

"...okay," CSD quietly responded.

Y/ngineer then faced away from the door to curl back up into sleep. CSD silently sighed. Eclipse closed the door, and gave the smaller a strange look after it clicked shut.

"What did they mean? Are you hurt?" He asked in concern, gaze sweeping them up and down with one too many eyes in search of injury.

"No," CSD sheepishly muttered.

Maybe they really were worried over nothing.

...they too would apologize to their friend in the morning.

#pillowspace writing #frankenfate #frankenfate au #[csd au variant]#YK. I KEEP OVERTHINKING THIS LIKE ''oh no. is y/ngineer too grouchy?'' BUT I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT. SO? i might as well just post #it and go clean up the kitchen now

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palmofafreezinghand · 5 months

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eavesdropping.

twilight advent calendar day three: Pick one deceased Twilight character to draw or tell us more about. How would the Twilight universe be different if they were still alive? (prompts here).

1927. Great Falls, Montana.

After eleven years and a handful of moves, Edward still could not fathom why Carlisle insisted on forcing the two of them to travel by train. It was torturous, the heartbeats pounding against his skull for hours and hours, incessant thoughts, the smell of intoxicating blood rising at a fever pitch. This failure to understand Carlisle’s motivations meant he had refused to speak to Carlisle for the past six hours. When the train finally lurched into the station Edward hardly glanced back to see if Carlisle followed as he bounded through the car and onto the platform, desperate for fresh air.

Edward made his way through the platform of the small train depot, working his way through businessmen with irritating thoughts. He was unable to focus in on anyone in particular’s thoughts, or any specific conversation, nor did he care to, this is how he found a toddler nearly colliding with him.

He managed to dodge the small child in the nick of time, saving the child’s skull from shattering against his kneecap. Where was this child’s parents? The child instead face-planted on the brick platform. The sickeningly sweet smell of blood came seconds after the snap of cartilage.

He gulped down venom, he would not murder a toddler in cold blood.

“My apologies, sir,” a woman said behind Edward. He turned to glance at her, she was kneeling to pick up the child. Ah, there was the child’s parent. “He fails to watch where he’s going when he is excited,” she explained, examining her son’s face. She wiped his tears with a maternal fondness Edward longed to remember and Edward found it difficult to continue to blame the child for being careless in his excitement.

“It was my fault. I was the one who failed to be observant” Edward said as she got to her feet, the child on her hip. She gave him a grateful smile, her attention still on her injured son.

“Do we know each other?” She asked. “Your face is quite familiar.” Her thoughts were thinking of his gold eyes in particular, the face she recognized was not his but the man who created him. It was clearly Carlisle’s face, even if it was an image clouded by decades of human memories and fairly inaccurate.

‘Say no, please,’ Carlisle thought, closer than Edward thought.

“I don’t believe so,” Edward smiled. The woman thought it was terrifying, he thought the blood gushing out of her child’s nose was terrifying. “I must have one of those faces. Have a nice day.”

“You as well. Apologies again,” she said as he began to walk away.

Edward found a spot in the shadows, along the station wall, as he waited for Carlisle who was currently trying to hide his face with a scarf, while also trying far too hard to see the mystery woman’s face.

“Does your nose still hurt?” The woman asked her son, whose nose was thankfully beginning to stop bleeding. He nodded, burrowing his head into his mother’s shoulder. She kissed the top of his head, paying no mind to the stain that would tarnish her dress.

Most days the grief for parents he had long forgotten was an ignorable ache, in moments like that it felt like a gaping wound.

‘Was it me she recognized? ’ Carlisle thought, a hand on Edward’s shoulder breaking him from his thoughts.

Edward nodded, watching as two more children rushed to the woman as she approached. The oldest, a boy, could not be older than six. The second oldest was maybe four, a blonde girl, who strongly resembled the man standing against the station wall. She greeted the children with pure glee, thoughts full of how different they all looked since she had last seen them. She knelt to properly hug them, letting the broken-nosed toddler free as he squirmed. The eldest two children elbowed each other to be the first to greet their mother.

“A former patient?” Edward asked, realizing the rosy interpretation of this scene was not solely his own but also belonging to the man standing next to him.

‘Yes,’ Carlisle mentally responded, thoughts of a teenager with a broken leg and a boisterous laugh. ‘Frankly, she is one of the ones I have wondered about most often. Her aspirations were quite admirable.’

“What’s her name?”

‘Esme Platt. Although I presume it’s no longer Platt,’ Carlisle thought, his eyes focused on the man greeting her. If Edward did not know better he would say Carlisle was judging the man. ‘At least she made it out West.’

The two stood unnoticed on the opposite side of the platform, for some reason content to watch the family exchange pleasantries and ‘I missed you’s from afar. When the greetings were done the three children, now tired of the novelty of their mother’s return took off into the depot, arm in arm.

“Goodbye,” Esme laughed, turning her attention to the man who was still waiting to greet her.

"Walk calmly and stay in the station," the man called sternly after them. The children stopped running and proceeded in a polite pace. “I may have promised them we would stop for ice cream if they would be nice to each other,” he explained. Esme laughed, as he took her luggage.

"I thought you did not believe in bribery."

"Lillie hid a frog in Joe's pillowcase, which preceded to start a battle. I was desperate."

‘Where did she travel to? ’ Carlisle mentally asked. Edward refrained from teasing him over the sudden interest in humans’ lives, more accurately the sudden interest in one human’s life, a human he had self-admittedly ‘wondered about most often.’

“Her family, an emergency of some sort. I can only see glimpses of a woman who looks like her sobbing.”

‘For how long?’

“A month, I believe.”

‘And her husband did not accompany her,’ Carlisle thought to himself, Edward was confident there was judgment behind that thought.

“How is Mary?” Esme’s husband asked, throwing her bags over one shoulder, offering her his free elbow which she immediately took.

Esme sighed. “I believe she will be fine, eventually.”

“I am sure she will. And how are you?” He asked as they began to walk into the depot.

Without a word to each other Edward and Carlisle began to slowly trail behind the couple, staying far enough away they could not be accused of eavesdropping or stalking.

“Deliriously happy to be home. I missed you all terribly,” Esme smiled.

“Despite the children’s short greeting, we are all glad to have you back."

“Were they awful?”

“They were fine. On an unrelated note, I do believe we have too many of them. I suggest we sell Lillie,” he laughed, glancing down at his wife, pausing when he saw her face, “What does that expression mean?”

“I am not wearing an expression," she said, but well aware her lie was unconvincing she quickly added, "we will discuss it later.”

“Esme.”

She sighed, chewing her bottom lip as she decided the best manner to break her news. “In a few months, we may, potentially, have too many children… by one more.”

“Are you positive?”

She nodded, seemingly unenthused by this news. “I did not wish to tell you here but, I fainted one evening and Mary dragged me to the hospital, and it appears we will soon have enough children to form a baseball team.”

The man stopped in his tracks, finding the confines of proper society quite limiting at that moment and the urge to kiss his wife quite strong. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

“Arthur, we are in public,” Esme chided, her feigned dismay betrayed by her own smile. “You are not cross?”

‘Why would he be cross?’ Carlisle thought.

“Heavens no. Why would I? This is a gift.”

She scoffed as if her reasons for dismay could not be any plainer. “We can hardly afford the three we have. I am dreadfully old. I could not work for months when I was pregnant with Henry. And now, everything with Mary and her children.” She waved a hand to represent all the reasons he should be upset about the situation.

“It will work out, Esme,” Arthur said definitively, leading them to where their three children were playing peacefully on a bench.

“Since when are you an optimist?” Esme laughed.

Before Arthur could respond the children launched in to a chant for the ice cream they had been promised. The couple laughed, Esme lifting the blood caked toddler onto her hip, as the two oldest led their parents outside both prattling on about the dessert they were looking forward to.

“I surmise Montana is no longer an option,” Edward said after a minute of silence.

“I suppose not,” Carlisle sighed, turning to look at the large map on the wall. “Would you like to choose our next destination?”

#twilightadvent23 #esme platt #esme's son #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #my stories #this isn't telling you any more about esme's son but more about what esme's life would have been like i suppose oops #i'm hoping hirsch doesn't feel like a watered down carlisle he appears in the piano teacher and is of course in the au draft i've been #working on but six years in i think he would be less grouchy than in the piano teacher but also i'm still figuring out his role

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