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nobody: me: foxy season 2 mama searches for son and orange daughter while adopting more kids in the process
tumbr censoring my rebecca-- r UDE
if rebecca knew how lilly was treating those kids, you bet she would break the storyline and game codes just to reach across and backhand her.
and wow i log on and tumblr took down my icon ???
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At least they’re reunited
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Clementine had seemed happy for him to meet this woman. She really hadn’t told him anything, other than she had someone she wanted him to meet. Meeting new people set the little boy on edge, though. That much was more than clear as AJ appeared to feel far safer behind his guardian’s frame.
Her voice was weirdly gentle as she spoke to him, as though she knew him. It weirded AJ out a little bit, in all honesty. It kind of reminded him of Clem, after all, with the tone of voice she used for him.
AJ felt a soft pat against his back, causing him to arch his back. Part of him was ready to launch himself at the thing that had touched him, only for his mind to finally clarify to him that it’d really just been Clem urging him forward. A small pout formed across his face as he stepped out from behind her.
“Hi…” He forced out apprehensively, and stuck back near Clementine. “I’m AJ,”
❝ – oh i know who you are, honey... ❞
even if she were to try, which she would never in a million years, she couldn’t forget the baby she longed for so long. the world was cruel, the world sucked what was left of goodness in this w -orld and left a cold, hollow husk behind. fuck the world. it tri- ed to take it away but he stands in front of her and breathes, alvin lives behind those eyes and it gives her a sense of closure.
❝ – you’re someone very special. ❞
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“Yeah? Must’ve been a good looking dude, if I remind you of him,” Louis joked lightly, settling his back against his chair there. “And considering what a handsome little dude AJ is, my assumptions must be right,”
So, this was AJ’s mom. A morbid part of the teenager’s mind lingered to what AJ had done, and wondered if she knew yet. It’d been weeks since then, with the school, for the most part, having moved on past that horrible night. It wasn’t really his place to talk about it, anyway. He wouldn’t want to take away her happiness in this reunion with her son, anyway.
❝ – the handsomest. . . ❞
her eyes drift away from the young man to the youngest one. who appeared occupied with the little boy who she’s been in- formed was called ‘tenn’, appearing to converse and occasio -nally switch pencils with one another and dare away, aj app- earing more rushed and aggressive with his pencil while tenn was more calm, more careful with where his pencil tip would go.
❝ – not a day went by that i don’t think about him, both of them. ❞
@soundslikeminnie
❝ – take it from me, honey. i know a little bit about hair maintenance. ❞
she runs a brush through her hair, a hair tie around her wrist as she helps her maintain the streaks of ginger h- air.
@plannedahead
❝ – oh god, i could tell you every detail on the day he was born. ❞
recounting the memory, it was both her best... and worst day. given the circumstances and what had to be done, the cold that sat in her arms after she handed him to kenny still lingers like the breath of winter.
❝ – you don’t forget what it feels like to be split in half. ❞
@tooprettytoturn
❝ – you remind me of my alvin. ❞
her laughter dissolves into a soft hum, trailing off as her heart is gripped in a sorrow that never left. it sits in her chest cold like ice, but she hides it behind a smile.
❝ – when we were younger, a few years older than what you must be, he was always coming out with things to make me laugh. that, and you have his eyes. ❞
@protektclem
her heart throbbed in her throat, the corners of her eyes stung but no tears fell and words were suddenly nonexistent to her tongue. she couldn’t think of anything else but how big he was, he was so big. his face was round and soft, not yet hard- ened or defined by the world he lived in but not much could she say about him inside. she recalled how she held him in her ar- ms and how he slotted so perfectly in the crook of her arm, just under where her heart was, the only time she had honestly felt peace....
her hand comes to her mouth, to quell the emotions that threate ned to spill and rivulets of tears to wet her face like the day she let him go. despite herself, she inhales through her nose, her eyes shut as she did and reopens them, a warm smile coming lifting her lips and seeming to light it up, her eyes tender and worn and she crouches to her hunches, matching his height.
❝ – hey there. . . ❞