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strawberri-draws · 9 months

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how tf you draw so well. Share your secrets

Lolol thank you :DD!

Mostly just practice ✌️ and being obsessed with art YouTubers since I was little haha. My first drawings were like, recreations of “how 2 draw chibi face” :,) But yeah, mostly drawing because it is fun (fanart is a good motivator), and then mixing that with trying to improve through studies, tutorials, art classes, ect.

#ask #also in elementary school two friends were like. THE art kids #they were so cool…. they played warrior cats and let me join in even tho I never read them #or knew what was going on #I was just assigned ‘medicine cat’ and went with it #they also made like. scratch animations #and showed me YouTube + heathers #I was a sheltered child #a sheltered anxiety ridden child #so the fact they watched ~anime~ and drew hetalia instantly elevated them to Super Cool status in my eyes #anyways I moved and was like. this is it: my opportunity to become the art kid #and I did #Yipee happy ending #(don’t tell anyone I was also a theater kid)#moral of the story if you were weird in elementary school you def had a secret admirer who also wanted to be weird but was too quiet lol

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gabelew · 6 months

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sidon but awkward lanky teenager

still not yet grown into his head fin and big adult teef. he'll get there eventually

#zora #sidon #prince sidon #botw #totk #i have so much zora lore for the 100 years between the calamity and the beginning of the game guys like you have no idea #and sidon's teenage years are a major part of it because it's just too fascinating to imagine his 100 years of character journey #sheltered in the domain after the apocalypse #the potential for angst! drama! shenanigans!#i don't believe he was a calm nonproblematic child like come on

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saturncoyote · 5 months

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why do the pups you found in arti kinda look like her original ones

for sad reasons

#rain world #artificer #saturn speaks #saturn art #the moment i saw this weird green child in a shelter as artificer my jaw fell

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cuubism · 7 months

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unfortunately for my sanity i am thinking about them again [sheltered rich boy dream and feral child hob]

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In retrospect, it was fitting that the first time Dream met Hob, he was breaking a rule.

It hadn’t been easy. Dream did not like to lie, and wasn’t very good at it besides. And breaking rules made him nervous. Broken rules carried consequences. But he’d needed to get out of the house, just for a moment. To clear his head. And just going for a walk was not a good enough reason to leave the house when he could be doing something more productive. Something better. Make some use of yourself, Dream.

So Dream had crafted a little story of extra studying, extra work, and managed to slip out. Dream did not always tell the truth, could not, but usually he lived in the shadows left by omission. The outward lie was bitter on the back of his tongue.

But he’d been freed. And now he was wandering. He did not often get the chance to wander, untended, unobserved. Making his unsteady way down the winding road leading out of the estate, and then into town, where he’d never really walked before. It was just getting late, almost sunset on a Thursday evening, and the streets were fairly quiet, only a handful of people about. And Dream wandered, not quite knowing what to do with himself but enjoying the quiet in his head.

Possibly meandering about on his own was a bad idea. Possibly he’d be hit by a car or attacked by a madman. He didn’t think he much cared.

And that was when he met Hob. That first dip of his toes into freedom.

He was sitting on a bench in the park, watching the small scattering of pigeons pecking for seeds by the fountain. Dream had always liked birds, but it wasn’t often he had the chance to sit and just watch them. He studied their patterns, mentally tracking the shapes they traversed, their mathematical lines. He should have brought his sketchbook. It would have been nice to work from live subjects, for once.

He was deep in his thoughts, in the calming trickle of the fountain and the repetitive paths of the birds, when another boy about his age plopped down on the bench beside him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so depressed while feeding birds.”

The birds had fluttered up in disarray at the sudden motion, but settled down again quickly. Dream looked at the other boy askance, irritated at his rare peace being interrupted.

“Do you often speak with people who are busy feeding birds?” he asked, unable to keep the annoyance from his tone.

“Only when they’re broody and mysterious,” said the boy. He wasn’t wearing a school uniform, but he must have been college age, like Dream. Dream was still wearing his jacket and trousers, for his own part. Everything about this boy was looser, really, from his longish brown hair, to his jeans and t-shirt. It made Dream feel very uptight in comparison, which was not a fact about himself he needed reinforced. He already knew it. “Do you often feed birds?”

“I am not feeding them,” Dream said. “They are eating what was there.”

“Just spying on them, then,” said the boy teasingly. Dream did not know what to do about being teased with what seemed like lightheartedness rather than mockery, and so didn’t respond.

“Seriously,” said the boy. “Are you okay?”

Then Dream did look at his face properly. He had very kind, very genuine eyes, was the first thing Dream noticed. It was not something he noticed about a lot of people. Perhaps it was not something a lot of people possessed.

Then the boy smiled at him, a soft, kind smile. It transformed his whole face from something merely pleasant to something lovely.

“Is that why you have come over?”

The boy shrugged. “You looked sad and alone. I’ve been sad and alone before, so I don’t think anyone else should.”

Dream bristled. “I am not sad and alone.”

“Just alone, then?”

Dream’s mouth popped open in affront, and then shut. Then he said, “Are you always so familiar and impertinent with strangers?”

“‘Familiar and impertinent,’” echoed the boy, with a laugh. “Sure. Are you always so snooty and aristocratic?”

“Yes,” said Dream, and he laughed louder.

“Honest though.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Hob.”

Dream nearly said, What kind of name is Hob? but swiftly realized the hypocrisy. Gingerly, he took Hob’s hand. “…Dream.”

“What kind of name is Dream?” said Hob, and Dream sighed. “And you really don’t have to shake my hand like a king deigning to touch the peasants. I’m not diseased.”

“I don’t like to touch people,” Dream said, taking his hand back. “Peasant or otherwise.”

“Peasant or otherwise,” Hob echoed. He didn’t seem offended. He was smiling.

“Are you here because you felt I should be taught a lesson? Is that it?”

“Nah. I just get bored easily.” Hob turned to watch the pigeons again, tapping his fingers restlessly against the bench. “I was out and about. You looked interesting. You wanna go for a walk?”

“…Why?” But Dream knew why. He had learned it as he’d wandered the streets, freed for the first time.

Hob shrugged. “Just to do it.”

Dream had stepped out of his comfort zone once today already. He supposed he could do so again. If Hob turned out to be an adolescent serial killer at least the end of his life would hold intrigue. “Very well.”

Hob grinned, so bright it struck some deep, static bell in Dream’s chest and set it ringing. “Come on.”

#dream made one (1) friend and started vibrating at the frequency of a million suns lol #sheltered rich boy dream & feral child hob #snippet #by 'sheltered rich boy dream' i really mean 'dream who was kept in a cage' and by 'feral child hob' i really mean... well that's a spoiler #i'm still in limbo on how i want this fic to go tho. we'll see which way it lands #my writing #dreamling

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i3utterflyeffect · 2 months

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I wonder how well would King Merc would work with a stick!Alan scenario?

(basically, how would Mango react if victim's goal is to bring Alan to the digital world for revenge?)

they would both respond to the situation with bewilderment and confusion basically. king has no idea how to feel about the existence of this guy as a stick figure, and alan is kind of intimidated by king, especially after seeing what yellow could do with a command stick.

i don't think king wants to be complicit in murder though, much less in the murder of an entire HUMAN. so he's probably going to try and prevent alan's death even if he really has no idea what's going on

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imsociallyanxiousgetoverit · 3 months

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Amity Park: US MOST HAUNTED!

Amity Park: The Faceblind City!

except the westons

#like #if Danny didnt want his parents knowing then he’d just have to keep silent around them and hope they dont notice his body shape and language #which- in this specific idea I had -I think they would actually notice over time #I miss me some Accepting Parents TM #also this idea started from a wild ass dream I almost fell into #where Ellie is being cared for by a homeless children’s shelter and won’t release her to Phantom because clearly that isn’t his daughter #they look nothing alike! but then Bruce Wayne is in town and is like I’m Sorry Maam Whats the Problem? cuz he overheard #and was baffled when she confirmed taht she said that #like he’s seeing a child who looks identical to this man with exception of minor features and the costume her dad’s wearing #he is SO confused #which does lead to Red Robin on a rooftop somewhere like #what the hyuck. the entire city- except for this poor guy -is faceblind!#is that genetic? and then he becomes hyperfixated so Oracle has to take over the actual operating part of their investigation as RR is gone #dpxdc #dcxdp #didnt intend to tag this as that actually but like ill just make a separate post for the non-crossover one #also 100% allowed to screenshot-reblog and transcribe my tags cuz I’m too tired and too far in

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theoppositeofprofound · 6 months

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#israel #palestine #child death mention #sorry but this keeps messing me up #the children from the same families #the silly modernized names #the religious ones #the children who weren’t named yet #there’s an Al-amash in there #a former us rep named amash lost family #sheltering at a church #there is something about losing a name when you’ve just been given one #I have such mixed feelings about the usual brands of Look At This Sad Baby tragedy gloop #which so turns the worst moments of a child’s life into clicks #save the children fearmongering of all breeds is usually to be avoided #especially in an environment rife with anti-semitism #but there’s also a return of dignity from reading the names of the dead #and dead children have so few people who remember them to mourn #I’d encourage reading the document #there is nothing more devastating than the names of the dead

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luimagines · 2 days

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Oh gosh. Feeding the chain modern food. I've actually thought about this a lot.

I think it's a fun idea to give them all these weird and new recipes/food items, but I also think it would probably make most of them sick

Like, (speaking as an American) so much food is processed. Even some of the stuff you think you're getting healthy has been processed or is riddled with additives/pesticides/gmo's

So just. unadulterated junk food? On boys that have never in their lives eaten anything but the cleanest, as organic as it gets, nutritional meals? McDonald's? Some sour candy? I wouldn't be surprised if they puked it up

(I can just imagine Wind or Wild wanting to try some of Reader's "weird" food so badly, and then getting immediately sick. The chain then regards them as having an iron stomach for all the weird stuff they eat without batting an eye.

...maybe not Wild though actually. He eats rocks.)

Don't even get me started on the nutritional adaptation. Like a reader that doesn't ever eat fruits/veggies/drink water?? They'd wonder how they're alive 😭😭

Hyrule and Wild are the only ones who can stomach it.

Twilight and Warrior are wiling to try even if they get stomach aches afterwards. Twilight drinks chuchu jelly. So I'm sure he'd fine in the end. And I'm willing to bet that Warrior had to et some weird things during the war when ration ran low so he can tough it out.

Legend can go one of two ways. He can either tolerate like no big deal or he's taken out of commission for the week. There's no in-between. He's traveled a lot so I'm sure he's been exposed to a lot of different things and can thus handle more- but it's a Russian Roulette of what can take and can't take.

Wind and Four don't last long. They eat bologna and are out for the rest of the day with tummy aches.

Don't even try with Time or Sky. They're the most sensitive. I'm willing to bet the smell alone can make them feel sick.

#pinky replies #human! reader #anon headcanons #Sky is the easy one because Skyloft #but I also think that Time was sheltered nutrition wise as a child #he's gotten better as he's grown up and can eat a meal- but he spend a lot of time on a kokiri diet #I'm wiling to bet he can't handle many foods even now #that includes seasonings #unfortunately

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betaphannie · 16 days

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I used to write about Dan and Phil in my diary in middle school/high school and I found this

#can you tell i was hiding that i was genuinely freaked out as a sheltered catholic child #anyway let me know if yall want more dnp diary entries i unfortunately have multiple #intellectual monologue #dan and phil #dnp

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shitpostingkats · 5 days

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Feel free to ignore this, but I have to ask since I've been rewatching yugioh 5ds and you're one of the very few blogs I've searched that mentioned Satellite Bros age order. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this and if you know other blogs that talk about it.

WHY WOULD I EVER IGNORE THIS ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS. THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

*takes deep breath* ok SO

Word of god canon is that the age order is Jack (19), Yusei (18), and Crow (17), at the start of the series.

But while you can make an argument that Yusei would have records, people who knew when he was born, or at least a birth certificate, Jack and Crow are orphans. If Jack is indeed 19, then he would have been roughly a year old when Zero Reverse happened, likely killing his parents, at the very least destroying a massive amount of city infrastructure. You tell me Jack knows his birthday and I press (X) to doubt.

Crow is apparently canonically younger than Yusei, but. His parents also died in Zero Reverse.

This. This straight up does not work.

Also Yusei is shown to be a baby when Zero Reverse occurred and if Crow's parents did indeed die in Zero Reverse when he was under a year old he there is NO WAY he would live much longer than that. That's just. How babies work.

CROW HOGAN HAS TO BE OLDER THAN YUSEI.

I will die on this hill. I watched the show thinking Crow was the middle brother and then learned their apparent canon ages after because he has to be older than Yusei for any of his backstory to make sense. Konami can fight me on this.

NARRATIVELY they are the middle and youngest child. Jack has Past motifs, Crow is Present, and Yusei is Future. Jack and Yusei's whole dynamic is the most oldest sibling vs youngest sibling drama possible.

As for Jack, I always like to think it was his birthday like, a week before Yusei leaves Satellite, because being a Newly Minted Twenty Year Old explains everything about his personality.

#jack and crow straight up dont have birth certificates #interesting note about Yusei's birthday: it is also apparently the same day as Zero Reverse. Which also just cant be true.#I choose to interpret that as the day Martha found Yusei and thats what all her kids celebrate instead of birthdays #and at some point Yusei just forgot thats not the actual day he was born #Im sorry konami if I'm not meant to read Yusei as the youngest of the three #why have Jack and Crow shelter him from physical and emotional abuse until they have to leave him for their own reasons #leaving Yusei in a dangerous home situation that he was previously unaware of because the other two functioned as a shield #HUH KONAMI???????????#Jack is SO eldest sibling coded #Crow is SO middle child coded #Yusei is SO youngest brother coded #I like to think Goodwin forged Jacks documents and made him like a year younger on paper just to screw with him #yugioh #yugioh 5ds #ygo 5ds #ygo #5ds #asks #answered asks #yusei fudo #jack atlas #crow hogan

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befuddled-calico-whump · 3 months

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realizing I have a weakness for the "give Heavily Traumatized Guy a surrogate daughter/little sister and they each learn to grow and heal with the help of the other" trope

#which in itself is not always healthy and i don't want to lean into the whole 'child has to become a therapist for their parent' negativity #but if it's played with healthy boundaries im all over it 😭#or at the very least healthy boundaries are developed along the way #we've got skye and evyr #both were alone and she both gives him conpany and a reason to live #while he teaches her survival tricks and helps protect her #sahota and noor would be a much needed found family for each other #nabi and mel are the sibling variant but she helps him with emotional recovery and stopping blaming himself #and he gives her more insight into the real world since jin tries to shelter her #meta #calico is befuddled #tropes #this originates from when i was a kid #i was the Oldest Child so my bedtime daydreams were becoming an adpotive little sister to obi wan kenobi and helping him on missions skfbjfk

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welcometoteyvat · 8 months

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arlecchino's official title is "father" when house of hearth members refer to her ......... please just one chance please please

#GOD. me when slightly more masc women #idk i really hope they keep that just bc it would be so nice to have some more canonical gender fuckery as little as it is #i hope they write her well because MAN she's been so interesting so far #. kind to kids; who also end up becoming essentially child soldiers; 'has her own agenda' according to childe..#thinking back to my own post abt her and house of hearth: seems like she really does care abt the kids in her org (or acts like it well eno #enough . but ahskdjksfjl she could ofc be another person who knows how bargaining and equivalent exchange works. like. save your life for #a debt. win loyalty via small favors that are actually nice things and things she doesn't mind doing etc #think how bai.zhu operates but a lot more ethically questionable #please please let her be a well rounded evil. her design is already so cool (minus the long rat tail ponytail thing :\)#chewing on her and her motivations and backstory for enrichment #genshin spoilers #4.0 spoilers #fontaine spoilers #arlecchino #i hope! they make her self aware enough to know she's doing evil. or not evil but not morally great things . and i sure hope they don't #write it off as 'this for that. food/shelter for doing 'jobs' for me' when the job is literally . murder and spying and all sorts of other #stuff. or ig she can justify it like that but IDK all im asking is that she doesn't get the shogun treatment #teyvat thoughts #ramblings!

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faytears · 2 years

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no bc how fucked up is it that hunter grew up surrounded by adults that did not give a shit abt him and had no moral compasses...this is all speculation but i cant help but think how unsafe an environment that must be for a child to exist in. w the exception of Team RED these r all extremely manipulative people that hunter watched constantly backstab each other (which clearly impacted the way he viewed friendships in general) that include the likes of terra snapdragon and adrian graye. even when he attained a position of authority they did not respect him and probably saw him as just some nepotism baby. like no wonder hunter latched on to belos if all the coven heads were outwardly just creeps w ulterior motives. there was literally no other adult he was sure cared abt him besides his uncle and belos knew that and used it to his advantage

#toh hunter #hunter toh #toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #emperor belos #raine whispers #toh darius #darius toh #toh eberwolf #eberwolf toh #terra snapdragon #adrian graye #child abuse tw #this is all assuming hunter spent his childhood in the castle but i cant imagine where else he could possibly have grown up lmao so.#laying on the floor at 2 am thinking abt how fucking sheltered and isolated hunter was all his life #there was never gonna be any support system in the castle for him and belos KNEW that #obv there is raine who is incredibly kind but theyre just one person. they probably tried their best for him but i doubt #they wouldve been able to spend much time w him one on one :( although its implied that they had a positive relationship #w darius i dont think he was ever outright cruel to hunter but i also dont think he could stand to be in the same room as him lmao #it was probably too painful and frustrating + if the beginning of asias is anything to go by #he had a LOTTT of bitterness towards the kid el oh el...#and eberwolf is eberwolf need i say more.#oh and cant forget former ec head lilith who saw him as just some brat <3 #like. THINK ABT IT. someone shouldve called boiling isles CPS years ago #mine

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cuubism · 4 days

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Good Horses? 👀👀👍🐎

Horses! it's a high school au--sheltered rich kid dream x feral child hob--about growing up in an abusive household, and being different. with a twist :)

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Dream pressed his hands to his mouth, holding back a smile. When he finally tore his eyes away from the darkness the fox had vanished into, he found Hob looking at him, a smile tugging at his lips. “What?” Dream asked. “You’re smiling,” said Hob. So Dream hadn’t been so successful at hiding it. But perhaps he did not have to, when it was only Hob here. “It’s cute.” Cute. Dream’s mouth popped open, and then shut again. “It is—” he started indignantly, on instinct, and then stopped. Because the quick flush that had come to him at Hob’s words wasn’t the flash of hurt and indignation he was used to from criticism or backhanded compliments. The feeling was sweeter. Foreign. He was blushing, he could feel the heat at the tips of his ears. “…not,” he finished lamely, ducking his head. “Is so,” Hob said. He chucked Dream on the cheek, and Dream stilled, staring at him, breath caught. Hob’s touch was brief, but fond, and Dream touched his own cheek in its absence. Finally he looked away, back at the water. Feeling jittery and nervous but also good. He felt… wanted. Hob had only known him for such a short time, and yet Dream felt like his company was wanted here. And that was so rarely the case.

#i want to share this one so bad but i don't want to /spoil/ it all 😭 just gotta finish it #sheltered rich boy dream and feral child hob #i can't remember my tag for it #my writing #ask #anonymous

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yarrayora · 1 year

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servamp is like you will let your children inherit the blood that has been shed in your war and your children's children will teach their children that this is normal, this is what it takes to be a person. and then one day they'll realize hey this is wrong. the world doesn't have to be like this! but you have never taught them how to resolve conflict without blood. but they know hurting others will simply continue the cycle of violence, so the blood they shed will be their own

#servamp #this is about the eves #your son watched his mother died and he thought hey i can use this #your nephew watched you felled by a sword and he thought i must die a hero i must die a martyr it is the only way #you taught your daughter how to create weapons but you never taught her ethics and she ended up facing her own sin on the battlefield #where she finally learned what rage means and she was angry that the adults wont let her fight in this war THEY let her in #you sheltered your son and isolated him from the real world and he broke free from his cage and into the fire #because you told him to be the leader but never taught him to be one so he learned by mimicking his friends #he is a child he extended his hand for you still believing in you and you cannot grab his hand because you love him and want to protect him #from the flame of your vengeance yet you dont love him enough to admit you are not too far gone #despite pride is what killed you and the child you waged a war for #i can write more but lol

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chronicallycouchbound · 2 months

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Unhoused Joy: Cardboard Sleds

So often are unhoused youth stripped of the simple joys of childhood. Even if we weren’t homeless at a young age, most of us never had the type of childhood where you sled for hours and come inside to a cup of hot cocoa. But Chris and I were young teenagers and both trying our best to stay sober as friends around us struggled to do so.

We were living in the teen shelter together. We had grown close. Not like friends close, but like siblings close. He always poked me and pushed my buttons and in return I steered him away from trouble. Just like any good brother would.

In the harsh New England winters, there wasn’t much to do. We were both in high school and had too much energy for the library. There wasn’t anywhere else indoors to hang out for people our age in this god awful small town.

So Chris and I went for walks. We liked to hang out at this random tiny gazebo next to the fairgrounds. I’d chain smoke and we’d joke back and forth. I’d give him advice about the most recent trouble he absolutely was at fault for.

One night I see stacks of cardboard at the nearby dumpster. We grab them and use them to take turns sliding down the small hill. Chris eats shit and I die laughing. We repeat until the cardboard boxes have disintegrated from the weight of us and the cold freshly melted snow.

We walk back laughing and shivering to the youth shelter. We come inside and staff asks if we’re high and we can tell them honestly, no. Chris sits in the kitchen, leaning back in his chair on the brink of falling. He did fall once or twice. I made us hot cocoa and fluffernutters.

I’m sure we talked for hours before heading off to bed, we often did back then. I miss those moments of innocence, a reprieve from the day-to-day traumas of homelessness.

Cardboard sleds didn’t grant either of us housing. But they did grant us hope and joy in a time we frequently didn’t have either. Thank you for those times, Chris.

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