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f10werfae · 1 year

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Daddy’s Pudge

pairing: Construction!Chris x Wife!Pregnant!Reader

summary: With Chris sporting more of a dad bod, Y/n gives him a little pick me up to show how sexy her baby daddy really is. (EmotionallySoft!Chris) (Dilf!Chris)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Fahk sake” Chris groaned turning to the side, after stripping out of his work trousers, his large hands pulling at the extra pudge on his stomach. “What’s wrong big daddy?” Y/n smiled wrapping her arms around his body, kissing his shoulder, her swollen stomach very clearly in the way. Their first baby due in only a few months time, both of them in love as if it was still their first date.

At 28 and 36, the couple had their dream country home that Chris had built himself from the ground up, even a complimentary porch swing that Y/n said soothed her back pain.

“Baby ya need to stop cookin’ so good, gettin’ me all soft and pudgey over ‘ere” Chris groaned watching the extra skin jiggle in his hand, a small scowl growing on his face. “But I love you soft and pudgey, makes me feel all safe n’ warm” Y/n beamed affectionately petting his stomach, her face nuzzling in as best as possible into his back muscles. Her face watching his expression through the body length mirror by her makeup vanity, one he also built.

“If it makes you feel better i’m also soft n’ pudgey” Y/n said chuckling seeing his face still in a frown, turning him around to see her cupping her baby bump. “But that’s different sugar, you look sexy as shit and I look-“

“You look sexy and daddy as fuck okay? Like you’re a big bear gettin’ ready to hibernate with me and our little monster” Scolding with her newfound mother-like tone, she patted his chest at each word, “plus who else will eat my food?” She pouted batting her eyelashes up at him, knowing damn well that got him under her spell every time.

“Don’t ya think maybe I should work out a bit more though? Even my arms and legs are getting a bit big?” Chris said turning from side to side, his bearded face falling and his long brushed back hair made him look all that more, mature.

“lay down for me baby” Y/n whispered pushing him onto the edge of their bed, clad in only boxers, Chris wrapped his arms around his centre self consciously. It was safe to say that these past few months the couple had starting “nesting” Filling up with delicious food, tons of cuddles and tons of sex.

“Love your body daddy, all of it” Y/n whispered slowly unwrapping his arms away from himself, straddling his hips, she bent down and splayed wet butterfly kisses all over his stomach. Her fingers softly kneading the flesh as she continued to rain kisses all over his slightly tanned skin, “you okay hubby?” She asked looking up at him mid-kiss, surprised to see a few tears collecting in his eyes.

“U-uh yeah” Chris whispered biting onto his bottom lip, watching as Y/n crawled up his body, both their chests pressed against each other, her stomach against his. “Just thinkin’ bout how lucky I am to have ya n’ how much I love ya” Nuzzling his nose with hers, he breathed out a sigh of relief feeling her hands interlock with his, almost as if it was confirmation that she was really there with him.

“Then why you cryin’ for baby?” Y/n smiled brushing away his stray tears, that was another thing about her husband that she loved, he was very emotionally open and that made their relationship even stronger.

“It’s stupid, but the thought of losin’ ya n’ baby flashed across ma mind” He chuckled shaking his head, only for her to hold it to look at her, “m’staying right here honey, you saw not even my pa could keep me away from your sexy ass” Eagerly kissing his soft lips, his hands came up to settle on her rear, smirking into the kiss once he started pressing his fingers in gently.

“Nuh-uh, tonight is about you” Pushing his hands off her ass, Y/n shimmied back down his body, settling onto her knees on the floor; Chris giving her a pillow to kneel on.

“Love these thighs, love feelin’ them on me, under me and when I sit on them while having some passionate lovin’ with my husband” Y/n smirked kissing down each thigh, remembering how each time they would have crazy sexcapades, the slapping sound of his thighs against hers made it that even more sexy and lewd. Something about the fact that they were both so connected at that one moment.

“Baby you don’t havta-“

“Shush, n’ these arms, God forgive me but they’re heavenly. Havin’ them wrapped around me every single day, makin’ me feel all safe n’ protected and how they hold me down so well” Y/n smirked winking at him as she kissed each bicep, slightly trailing her tongue down one of them, all while Chris threw his head back breathing deeply.

Looking back at his wife, he leant down kissing her roughly, their kiss full of love and intimacy as her hand ventured down to deal with the growth in his boxers. “Can’t forget my other favourite thing about my loving husband” She laughed softly, taking Chris’ hardened cock out, her hands fisting it slowly and tightly.

“This okay baby?” She asked with one hand around his neck, kissing his cheeks and lips, feeling his lips quiver and struggle to kiss her back every time her finger ran over his slit. “Fuckin’ amazing sugar, you treat me so well” He sighed leaning his forehead against hers, his hips slowly rolling up into her hand, showing his strength with her still on his lap.

“Well gotta show some appreciate to my baby daddy, husband, boyfriend, soulmate, love of-“

“Okay okay sugar I get ya, I love ya too” He chuckled shutting her up by kissing her out of nowhere, causing her mind to go blank and her face to light up with a sleepy-like smile, gushing as if she was still a teenage girl.

Pumping his cock steadily Y/n felt his cock twitch in her hand, feeling his breaths start to get rapid and erratic, his hands venturing over her own body as well. “Gonna cum soon sweets” He whispered against the skin exposed by her low cut vest, sucking small hickies onto the curve of her breasts, his tongue licking strips up to her mouth and playing with her tongue.

“Mhm I know baby, I’ve got ya honey, cum for me” Y/n whispered kissing his ear softly, both his hands groping each of her swollen breasts, massaging the aching feeling that had recently built up the past few weeks.

“Gonna cum all over ya momma, gonna cum hard” Chris whimpered, his voice shaking and needy, his hands massaging her breasts in circular motions as she spat into her hand and returned it to his cock. Her wedding ring cold against his shaft as her hand quickened the pace, from base to tip every single stroke, her thumb rubbing over his slit just to tease his sensitive cock even more. His new nickname for her ever since they found they were expecting making a new appearance in the bedroom.

“Fuck fuckfuck oh baby love- love you so goddamn much” Chris mumbled incoherently, Y/n smiling proudly as white strings of cum shot out of her husband, covered both her hands and a bit of his thighs. “See, told you you’re sexy, and not even a lil bit of pudge will change that. Hell a lot of pudge wouldn’t even make me flinch. You’ll be an amazing daddy, n’ nothin will change that” Y/n whispered kissing his nose, her hands slowly pumping his soft cock as he hissed and moaned.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Chris breathed out, wiping her hand down with a random shirt on the bed, his eyes dazed and gleaming like they always would. He just loved her so darn much, and her him. “um you mighta mentioned it a few times?” Y/n joked pushing his hair back, cupping his face to kiss his lips again, taking his bottom lip between hers and sucking it softly.

Breaking away he looked at her, “Baby do ya want me to- ya know?”

“Ya kiddin’ me? I’m tired big boy, let’s sleep and we can discuss this in the morn, lil monster has me tuckered out” She laughed standing up and waddling to her side of the bed, almost as if nothing had happened, Chris following her in disbelief.

“Plus sometimes my man deserves some extra loving, no harm in it” She whispered now that they were facing each other under the soft sheets, their arms wrapped around each other, with his burlier arms wrapped around her proudly and protectively. His smile that bit more brighter, he was due to be a father, and he had an amazing woman by his side. What else could he need?

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lightsintheskye · 1 year

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The stickers I make are deeply personal to me and I refuse to elaborate

#i dont take constructive criticism either have a good day #resident evil #re4 #wesker #albert wesker #Chris Redfield

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mtg-cards-hourly · 1 month

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Steel Overseer

"The world is already run by all manner of machines. One day, they'll remind us of that fact." —Sargis Haz, artificer

Artist: Chris Rahn TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 1

Summary: You were not looking for love. You had it, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to you. And it was taken away. Leaving you grieving with two kids. But you finally made it to Florida and the place he had always to retire to. Living on an orange grove when your precocious daughter befriends one of the construction workers. James Mace was not looking for love. And he definitely wasn’t looking for kids.

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: 🥺

Warnings: mentions of a character death, loss of a parent, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.7K

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“Mommy,” your littlest love runs full force into your bed, her giggly little face squishing up against your back. “Mommy! It’s time to wake up, Benning has got to get to school,” for four years old, and someone that didn’t go to big kid school, she was the mother hen.

“I tried waking him up, but he said he’s waiting on you.”

“I know, baby,” you groan, taking a quick peek at the alarm clock. You had five more minutes to sleep. But that child that was tapping on your back was the best way to wake up.

“Mommy!”

“I’m up. I’m up, baby,” sitting up in the bed, you take a deep yawn, stretching. Your sleepy eyes looking at your angel that required little to no sleep. “You want to grab some orange juice from Miss Hazel and Harley?”

“Harley is asleep,” she crawls onto your bed, and in your lap, giving you the sweetest kisses all over your face. For a child that had never met her father, she acted just like him. “But I can get juice from Hazel, I can. Did you know they’re starting the build today?”

“I did, and I also know that Harley built you an orange juice stand.”

“Really?” She squeals, her hands going into a tight ball and her eyes squish close with how big she was smiling. She shakes her fists around with excitement. Her whole body wiggling around with her movements.

“Yep, so you better go get our juice. I’m going to wake up bubba and make breakfast. Hurry back, okay,” she jumps off the bed, darting to the door and off to the store to bring back some fresh squeezed orange juice while you go wake up your son.

Opening the door to his bedroom, your late husband’s dog lifts his head up from the floor. “I know. He’s getting a new bed soon. It’s not my fault he hit a growth spurt, and grew you right out of the bed. Don’t look at me like that, Cannon.”

“Mom, quiet.”

“Benning, it’s time to wake up.”

“Sissy came in here before the alarm, and now you are,” just like clockwork, both yours and your son’s alarm goes off, and he grabs his phone, turning it off. “Nobody can get any sleep around here. I don’t sleep as well since Cannon can’t fit on the bed, and Mirabelle won’t quit screaming to wake me up.”

“She’s just like your dad. Early riser.”

“I don’t want to talk about him,” Mirabelle never got to meet her dad, while Benning remembered everything. Everyday it was a battle of missing him. “Get out, so I can get dressed.”

“Waffles or pancakes?”

“I don’t care. Mirabelle likes waffles best. Just make her happy.”

“Maybe we should go back to…”

“Mom, dad’s been dead for four years. I’m fine,” he didn’t sound fine. The closer it got to his birthday and his dad’s death day, the worse his attitude got. He hated going to a family counselor. Hated talking about something that ‘he couldn’t change’. And all you wanted was your happy boy that got excited to call his dad and talk about the new ultrasound pictures of his sissy.

“Mom? Go, take Cannon with you.”

“Come on, buddy, let’s get you fed, too,” you give your big boy one final look before going into the kitchen. Looking out the window quickly to see your excitable girl telling Hazel about her dream you were sure. Feeding the dog, and packing Benning’s lunch, and starting breakfast all at once.

“Miss Hazel, and then there was unicorns that exploded into butterflies, they did. What are you doing?”

“Squeezing out the orange juice. These are your mom’s favorites, Clementines. I always sneak a couple in there for her. Did you see your orange juice stand?”

“Uh huh,” Mirabelle responds, starting to peel an orange to have as a snack, watching the woman that had changed your life. “Is uncle Bill going to be there,” Hazel taps Mirabelle on the nose, starting to laugh.

“You better quit calling him that. And yes, William is going to be the foreman. Harley put your stand under the oak tree so you get lots of shade. And maybe you can entice those workers over to the store for sorbet.”

“Do I get commission for that?”

“Yes, all the sorbet you can eat. Here,” she hands the little girl her jug of orange juice, and Mirabelle swipes a small jar of marmalade, “I saw that Mirabelle. Are you out already?”

“Yep. I’ve been eating marmalade sandwiches. I’ll be back after breakfast. Benning is very crabby today.”

“I know, angel, William and Casey are coming by for supper. William will talk to him,” William Miller had been a godsend for your family. Was one of the few men that Benning would even open up and talk to. William just got it. Of course, you being married to someone in the military you didn’t, or so your son constantly reminded you of that.

“Okay, I can’t wait to see uncle Bill.”

“You better stop,” Mirabelle gives your landlord a chubby handed wave as she walks back towards your house. Giving you a wave when she spots you looking out the window at her.

Smiling when a full plate of waffle was sitting at her chair, and she hands you the jar of marmalade to open. “Why hasn’t Benning eaten?”

“Bye, mom. Bye, sissy. Sorry, I’m going to be late to the bus stop,” gone were the days of kisses to you and Mirabelle, and a walk out to the bus stop. Independent and not needing you or his sister anymore, so he thought. But you needed him. Needed him to quit growing, and to turn to you when he was missing his dad. His dad was his hero, and now all he had left was his service memorabilia.

“Hey,” you scream at him, handing his dry waffle to him and his lunchbox, “if you would stop laying in bed listening to music, you could have breakfast with us.”

“I’ll just eat this. Sissy, you want to put some marmalade on this?” With the biggest smile on her face, Mirabelle spreads out a layer of the sticky jam, handing it back ot her brother, and he does in fact give her a kiss to her head. “Thanks,” you say his name again, but he walks out the door, leaving his sister to pout, missing him already.

“You want marmalade on your waffle, too?”

“Yeah. I want my Bubba sitting in that chair tomorrow. That’s why I wake him up early. He never wants to spend time with me anymore.”

“That’s because you’re four, and he’s nearly twelve. Here, baby, eat your waffle.”

“I want some coffee, too.”

“Absolutely not. You can settle for orange juice.”

“Miss Hazel put in a couple clementines for you. She said they’re your favorites, she did,” they were your favorite. Adding just the perfect balance of sweet and tangy to it. Miss Hazel knew how to make you happy. It was the little things now. Including that messy smile you daughter was giving you from across the small kitchen table.

Mirabelle squints her eyes as she looks over to the men that were breaking ground on the newer and bigger store. She hasn’t been able to spot her uncle, but there were people everywhere, and not one was looking at her stand. They were clearly hot, it was springtime in Florida. She was hot, and she was drinking her product. How was she ever going to make money or even make commission of the sorbet if they didn’t buy her juice?

Getting fed up with being annoyed, she marches over towards the build, more like skipping because she had a plan. Getting almost there before she’s scooped up. “Let me go! Help! Kidnapper! Stop it! Uncle Bill!”

“Ow,” the man complains when he gets smacked on the head. “Easy kid.”

“Uncle Bill! I’m being tortured!”

“Hey,” the man finally says again, and Mirabelle leans back to look at him. Noting his Miller Construction shirt and she taps on the print, “You can’t be here.”

“I can.”

“No, it’s not safe. No kids allowed.”

“Why?”

“Because this is a construction zone.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re building something.”

“Why?”

The man’s eyes narrow at the little girl, and he finally sets her back down in the dirt, squatting down to get eye to eye with her, “You’re the little orange girl?”

“I’m not orange. See,” she points at her skin, starting to giggle. This man was silly. There were oranges close by. He could tell that she was not the same color as those.

“No, you’re the little girl that Will told us about. That lived in a house beside the grove.”

“Yeah, see,” she points over at the house, and he spots the adorable little orange juice stand. “That’s my house. I live there with my mom, and my brother, Benning. She does nails in there. Sometimes will work in the store instead of Miss Hazel. And that right there,” pointing at her stand, she turns to look at the funny looking man, frowning.

“That is why I am over here. I’ve been there all day.”

“It’s nine in the morning.”

“Exactly. I’ve been there all day, and not one of you has come to get juice. I am saving my money to get a new doll because my poor mom can’t afford to buy me one. Hazel and Harley have her working like Cinderella, and she barely has time for me. And you guys are out here making all this noise, and getting parched, and I have what you need over there, but nobody comes over there.”

“You’re good. You’d make a great car salesman,” the man turns back to look at his crew. It was too early for lunch break, but if this was the child he was told about, he didn’t think Will would be angry that he stopped her from coming onto the site. “Fine, take me to your stand. I will get some orange juice.”

“You will buy some orange juice. This is a business after all, it is,” holding out her hand, he gives it an odd look, before taking it in his own. Letting the girl guide them to her obvious stand. “This juice is made purely from clementines, this one is blood orange, it’s great for vampires, and this one is tangerine juice, and this is what we have every morning navel with four clementines in it. Which would you like?”

She was a character. Big vocabulary for such a small child, “I’ll take your special with navel and clementines.”

“Here you go, mister?” The tiny child hands him a cup of orange juice. Watching his every move to see how he like the drink, while also needing to know what to call him. Her hand goes to her hip, and she juts it out to the side waiting.

“James Mace. Everyone calls me Mace though. Mmm,” he takes a long drink of the juice. Licking his lips after the taste. “This is really good.”

“Has anyone told you that you look like a shaggy dog? Harley and Hazel used to have this shaggy dog. You look like that. How are you ever going to find a wife with hair like that? And this is Florida. You know it's going to get hot. It makes more sense to cut it off. It’s too hot. Summer is almost here, it is.”

“You don’t like my hair?” Making a face of disgust, she fake retches, and she shakes her head no. Mace takes another drink of the concoction before squatting down with her. “You never told me your name.”

“Mirabelle Nova Syverson. My dad gave me the first name. My brother gave me my middle name. I guess my dad gave me my last name, too. But him and mom did agree to Mirabelle. Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?”

“Yes, now stop distracting me so I can do that.”

“Okay, tell your friends about me. And also we have the world’s finest orange sorbet in the store. And today’s juice will be one dollar for one cup or three dollars for two cups, Mr. Mace,” Mace chuckles, pulling out his wallet, and rifling through the bills.

“Just Mace. How much money do you lack for your new doll?”

“She’s a really nice doll. She’s going to cost me over one hundred dollars,” Mace gives her a grin, pulling out a twenty. “You're my first customer. I can't make change, and I don’t even know how. That’s big kid math, and I’m four.”

“Keep it, kid.”

“Mirabelle.”

“Keep it, Mirabelle. I’ll be back around lunch, and make sure to bring some people with me.”

“That would be greatly appreciated. Tell Uncle Bill I said hey,” Mace starts to open his mouth explaining how there wasn’t a Bill on the crew, and the little girl points at his shirt. “Uncle Bill. He’s not my real uncle. He married my aunt Casey. Casey is my dad’s little sister. He tried to date my mom at first. Well his parents Hazel and Harley wanted him to. Mom won’t date a military man ever again, no thank you. I will see you in a few minutes Mace.”

“A couple of hours, darlin’!” Mace gives a yell to the little girl who stops her retreating and looks at him. “A couple of hours.”

“Fine, only if you come back tomorrow with better hair. It’s too hot for that much hair.”

“You’ve got a deal. I’ll bring you lots of business, too,” he gives her a nod and she bounces back to the store to help out with Hazel while Mace returns to the build. Already wiping his brow from the heat.

“Mace, this isn’t kindergarten,” William looks at his newest member of the crew, “Where have you been? I told you to follow me.”

“Met your niece. She’s selling orange juice.”

“Ahh, the little princess. My parents let that child rule the grove. Watch her. She’ll talk you out of a lot of money,” Mace chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. Mirabelle was not some ordinary four year old. She was smart. He wouldn’t call it business savvy, but she was something. “What did she use on you? A trip to Disney is her favorite. She likes to use toys and pouts. Oh, one time it was to buy her mom a new car.”

“A doll.”

“You’ve been had by the sweetest little con artist,” Mace turns and looks towards the store, watching the little girl start to stack oranges on a rack. “Don’t take it personally. Kid’s never had a dad.”

“He ran off and left her? What kind of father does that?”

“Easy,” not that it was anyone’s business, but Mirabelle was quick to get attached to men. Craved something that kids in her twice a week pre-k talked about. “Her dad didn’t leave them on purpose. He was deployed, and was killed. Her mother was pregnant with Mirabelle. He never got to meet her. Wait until you meet her son. He remembers his dad. Hates men, and he’s a moody, almost pre-teen.”

“Why do you say he hates men?”

“Their mom and I went on what I thought was a date,” William laughs, shaking his head. “She was under no such impression. Worked out well for Benny because he hated me. Until I married their aunt. Now he tolerates me. I’m not trying to take the place of his dad. He didn’t trust me, he didn’t like the fact I was military either. Neither did the wife. Casey was a bit scared after her brother. Keep an eye on that little girl though. Make sure she stays out of trouble and doesn’t get hurt, and I won’t get so mad at you for not shadowing me, okay?”

Mace gives his boss a head nod, and follows along with him. He didn’t know what to expect moving to the sunshine state. Definitely didn’t think working on a construction crew and finding a four year old going on thirty was in his future. But here he was. Tickled at how even talking with Mirabelle was entertaining. It was the most he had talked in years.

“Mirabelle Nova Syverson!” Hazel screams, looking through the store. “Mirabelle! Mira…” she looks out the side door, seeing the girl with a lunchbox coming out of her house. “Young lady, when you leave you have to tell me where you’re going.”

“I went to get lunch for me and that guy.”

“That guy?”

“Mhmm, Mace. It’s lunch time right? I can go back?” Hazel answers yes, and Mirabelle runs as fast as her little legs can carry her back to her stand in the shade. Wiggling her legs around and pulling her jugs of orange juice out of her cooler as a wad of men come towards her.

“Uncle Bill!” William rolls his eyes, but waves at the little girl, “I can’t serve them all alone.”

“You going to pay me?”

“Nope. I’m four. You make more money than me,” standing beside the little girl, he pours while she takes money. Making excuses about change, and how she can’t subtract yet before the line dies down, “Mace! This is my uncle Bill!”

“Nobody calls me that. Nobody. Just her and her brother, so don’t start. Oh, you eating lunch out here, little bit?”

“Yep. Mace, I brought you something,” she excitedly says, pulling out her lunch box, and taps on the cooler. William’s mouth drops open, gawking at her, “Casey packed your lunch, she did. I didn’t need to bring you something.”

“Remember what I said,” William trusted Mace with his niece. He just didn’t trust his niece to not get too attached. He knew where you stood, and your need to be alone ‘for all of eternity’ because you had already once fallen in love and now your priority was the kids that Sy had left behind. And still that angelic daughter of yours was still wanting something she had never had before.

“So my mommy doesn’t know, but I took her meal prep for this week,” laying the glass container on the stand, Mace waves his hands no, “It’s just Tuesday. Mommy works from home, so she makes her lunches for the week. I didn’t ask, but do you have allergies? Owen in my class is allergic to peanuts, and Neveah is allergic to eggs, and Simon is lactose intolerant and his belly blew up like a balloon when he ate my real milk yogurt. That has yogurt in it, can you have yogurt? And there’s eggs and almonds. Oh no! And cheese. I’m sorry, I really didn’t think this through.”

“Mirabelle, you’re fine. Last I checked, I’m not allergic to anything. So you’re bringing me lunch?” Giving him a shrug, her legs kick around before opening her own box complete with a marmalade sandwich, chips, and a cupcake. “I can share that with you. Me and mommy made those last night.”

“I don’t want to take your cupcake. So this is what you do all day?”

“I can share,” she gives him a little growl, placing a chip beside him before eating a bite of her sandwich. “I know how to share. I don’t have to share with Bubba, but I know how. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I go to miss Julie’s so I’m not an awkward turtle and don’t know how to interact with kids my age. I’m still an awkward turtle and still pull my awkward balloons because I just have adults, and Bubba.”

“What are you talking about awkward balloons?” Mirabelle smiles over her full mouth, placing another chip beside him. “I don’t understand the balloons.”

“It’s just what mommy does when we’re in an awkward situation. She pulls invisible awkward balloons from the sky. The more she pulls the more awkward it is. She’s a good mommy. Um, do you like oranges.”

“They’re okay,” Mirabelle’s eyes go large, and points at the orange slices in his container. “They’re fine.”

“They’re the best. I can name all the ones we have here, I can. Hazel said if Casey doesn’t give her a grand baby that I’m the one that gets the grove, she did. I like going out with Harley in the evening and he checks to make sure that the workers did everything right. It used to be smaller, it did. They built it. Uncle Bill doesn’t care. Casey is a nurse. She doesn’t have time, but me? I pay attention, I do.”

Mirabelle is able to talk and carry on a conversation all while eating. Hardly stopping talking, but it was a nice distraction for Mace. Not having to worry about the things in his own mind, just see things from the eyes of a four year old.

“Oh! How much money did I make? Mommy is wanting to take me and Bubba to Disney World, and I need spending money. I’ve got to get a new lanyard.”

“I thought you wanted a doll?”

“Well, yeah. They have those at Disney, too. I…I…I…I don’t have a Cinderella doll, yeah. She’s missing from my collection. Dern. It’s getting hot out here, and don’t tell mommy that I said dern. And I will see you tomorrow, but it’ll be when I get back though with school. Mommy picks me up at two, so I’ll be here around 2:30. Also, there’s yummy orange sorbet in the store. Tell everyone to get some, and if I’m not there, because it might be time to meet my bubba at the bus stop, just tell them to tell Hazel that I sent you. I get a commission.”

“You swindled me for money, you little toot,” with a shrug of her shoulders, she gathers the boxes to stuff in her lunch bag. “Mirabelle?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I’ll have some more orange juice. Have a good day. Hazel will have to help me carry this in. Goodbye!”

She was a mess. Complete mess, and she knew it. One day of knowing the little girl, and Mace was wrapped around her chubby little finger. Clearly had been around people that were older than her because she spoke like an adult. No kid should grow up without a parent. Mace would know.

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Chris Doumitt

#chris doumitt #redneck #smoker #cap #cigar #stubble #beard #construction worker

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chrisrin · 2 years

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JUST FINISHED SEASON 1 OF THE OWL HOUSE AND I HAD TO SPEEDRUN DRAW MY SONA AS A CONSTRUCTION COVEN WITCH!!!!!!

I’M SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN THE SHOW. I DON’T KNOW ANY SPOILERS!

#chris doodles #the owl house #all i know is that there's a character named hunter #who shows up at some point #and there is SOMETHING angst with him #idk what #i just see the fanart #i dont even know him and i'd already protect him with my life #anyways construction gang

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#avon: my man here--#stringer: *looks down and fidgets with hands in bashful and shy husband who hates confrontation*#avon took one glance at string and said ok ure my nerd husband now i guess #i love them theyre such a problematic power couple #it takes a problematic power couple to fight a problematic power couple (avon and string vs marlo and chris)#avon being a leo and string being a virgo is so extremely important to me #a leo taking charge can either be an extremely good or extremely bad thing #THINKING they know something vs ACTUALLY knowing something makes a BIG difference here #STRING BEING SO EMBARRASSED OVER AVON IS SO FUNNY 😭😭#the construction workers glancing over at string for help like he can reign in his upset husband or smthin #how is this clip not on utube like it's so funny #legit a little treat for me holding out thru the civilian part of season 2 #avon and his pretty pink shirt being the girlboss king defending his malewife queen adamantly and loyally #string awkwardly staring at the ground thinking 'ok babygirl.. dont embarrass daddy at work now' or smthing LMFAO im ruining this show #but my friends are forced to watch it with me bcs i cant stop noticing things #when a leo and a virgo are on the same page against the same enemy.. they are a force to be reckoned with #leos have the creative analysis of insult and virgos have the methodical movement to approach #but when theyre warring against each other on opposite pages ... their opposition rlly tears them in two #when a virgo starts seeing a leo as lesser.. and the leo can start sensing it.. steer clear of their argument bcs 😭 uh uh #that shit gets heated mad fast #'he has to wear a hat on this site. code. u know-'#string shuffles past silently. as if he had a major say in whatever avons set his mind on #he can adjust the approach or ground it but whatevers gonna takeoff is gonna takeoff unfortunately #sometimes string is tired of playing stabilizer #avon not being a fan of cramped places.. always on the move and always looking around #he doesnt know where hes going or why but he does know that him and his husband need to be treated right dammit !!#hes ambitious but hes aware of lanes. he does what hes good at string does what string is good at. strengths and weaknesses is a big thing #...when he can see them properly. sometimes his stare can be a little skewed. a little tilted #stunted by himself without realizing it at times. a second pair of eyes help steady his aim #they were such a perfect couple and thats why they had to be the ones to essentially destroy the other UGH i hate poetry I HATE POETRY

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#mexicana #phxaz #phoenix #arizona #girls with gauges #tattoed girls #raver #chicana #blue #latina #chris lake #fisher #under construction

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The Barbie Movie and Chris McCandless

*Note: In reference to Into The Wild, I reference the story and Chris McCanless with the reverence of a fictional character, simply living in the story and that is all. Chris, the character in a book. I have nothing but deep respect for Chris, the real man, and his loved ones.

I don’t know anyone who didn’t love the Barbie movie. Every woman in my life (not including my mother) raved about it. Teachers, friends, vague acquaintances I follow on instagram. How much it made them cry, how accurate, how personal, how totally and utterly perfect the movie was. I had high hopes going in, fully dressed in all the pink I could scrounge out of my closet. Expecting to watch a movie that would make me cry, sob, feel seen and feel understood- I left the theater feeling… none of those things. If anything, I was a little discontented and I needed to pee. On the way back home, me and my mother tried to decipher why exactly we both failed to experience the same world-altering-life-changing-film experience we heard our peers sing praises for.

The book Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer was a part of my AP Lang classes required reading this year. A nonfiction recollection of the life and death of Chris McCandless. McCandless grew up in Annandale, Virginia where his father worked as an antenna specialist for NASA. After graduating from Emory University he donated all his money and decided to become a traveler/hermit/hitchhiker of sorts- rejecting worldly things like money, objects, deep connections with others, and any contact with his family. On one of his stints, McCandless travels through Rural Alaska for months and dies after running out of food and consuming a poisonous plant. This is an arguably reductive summary, you can find the full wikipedia pages for the book and Chris’s story here and here. Throughout reading this book, my class had several discussions about McCandless and the book Into The Wild. What could have driven McCandless to do what he did? Did he have a death wish, going into the Alaskan wilderness with no survival training and knowledge, frighteningly low amounts of food, and no gear? Were his actions justified? Do we relate to his decisions, his actions? Some people argue McCandless was simply a free spirit, that his rejections of the material in favor for the individual and intangible were ones we should strive for. Others are confused with his choice to totally desert his family, to the point where McCandless’s mother sent a private investigator to look for her son upon his supposed disappearance. Some felt he was sort of naive or unintelligent, going into the woods in the dead of winter utterly unprepared. While my peers gingerly gave their takes on their sympathies and gripes with McCandlesses story and McCandless himself I found myself feeling a similar feeling from earlier that summer. A sort of wall, a barrier. I found myself fully unable to sympathize with McCandless, totally and utterly.

Why? What is it about McCandlesses story that makes it so difficult for me to resonate with? The answer here is, at its core, the same reason I found myself discontented with the Barbie movie. With regards to McCandless, a few notes are vital. Chris McCandless was white, very upper-middle class, immensely privileged and fourtenate, wealthy, and educated. Still, he rejected all his fortune and privilege for a life in the woods. Rejecting his family, loved ones, friends, and anyone who cared for him. As someone who has very different values (developed through my identity in a Pakistani and Muslim home/ as a Pakistani Muslim person) , herein lies my hangup. I find it nearly impossible to understand or sympathize with someone so steeped in privilege, only to pretend it doesn’t exist. His rejection of family, immense wealth, and deep privilege in nearly all aspects of life. Now, that is by no means Chris’s fault- failing to acknowledge or understand his privilege and its complexities. He was 20 something in the 90’s and read Tolstoy in the woods! I don’t expect him to know the first thing about race or privilege. But there are some things that irrevocably make it difficult for me to truly, really truly, sympathize with his story. Someone a few prongs up on the privilege ladder might take more of his story to heart, understand it more, be able to see his story for just and only that, his story. I am in a position to see the bigger picture, this story I’m the context of larger things. I am unable to sympathize with his story due to factors outside of both of our control. This doesn’t mean either of us are at fault, and it doesn't mean I should be expected to change how I feel to suit his story. I have no inclination to change how I feel about McCandlesses story or his choices. Some might argue I should get a heart and try to understand what he went through. And I’m not saying I feel gleeful or joyous at his demise, not in the slightest. It is just that I, as someone a few prongs lower on the privilege ladder, shouldn’t be expected to be more sympathetic to someone who’s values and choices are both a) only able to of happened as a result of his privilege and b) miles away from what I value as important in this life.

Back to Barbie. Barbie is not the story of womanhood. It does not encapsulate what it means to be a woman. It may encapsulate what it means to be a white woman, but not a woman. Barbie treats whiteness as the default. A white woman is a woman and that is all, a brown woman is a woman and she is brown- a woman and then some. It's not anyone’s fault that I failed to understand Barbie. But Barbie tells the story of a white woman, which is different from a brown woman- not a basis for all womanhood. White womanhood is not the default, despite it being treated as such within the film. This innate feature, (unintentionally) driven to the core of the story, keeps me from understanding. And I should not be expected to look past my brownness, remove it from myself (or all the other things that make my girl-ness different from Barbie) to placate some sort of understanding- because all the things that make me myself are inseparable from each other, you cannot separate me from myself like a heterogenous mixture of traits, concepts, identities, and ideas. In the case of Barbie and McCanless, I find myself unable to truly understand their stories thanks to innate and unchanging factors on both sides- at the fault of neither.