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Doesn’t matter if this doen’t suit your blogstyle or if your don’t live in Australia or New Zealand. Reblog as a sign of respect to those who volunteered for the war.
I'm gonna drift over to my carl account for a bit, drafts and that are all saved.
Another bell like laugh flew out into the air as the young mother ran after her two children, unable to resist the urge to play with them. Soon, she had caught up to her daughter, and held her tightly within her arms, spinning her around over and over again as she listened to her squeals of laughter. “Come on you.” She said with a soft chuckle, before kissing her forehead lightly, and putting her down.
“Why don’t you two go set the table whilst daddy cooks hm?” She then asked, before she made her way over to her husband, and placed a soft, loving kiss upon his cheek. “Morning, love.”
"Daaad, bacon is best right?" HIs son whined, wandering into the kitchen to grab himself a plate. "Right? Make bacon. Bacon is better. You like bacon best too." He continued mumbling under his breath as he carefully placed his plate on the table, and dropped onto his seat with a sigh.
"Morning. Bacon or pancakes?" He grinned, turning his head to kiss her on the lips gently. "Bacon!" "Pancakes!" Laughing, Isaac pulled out a fry pan before grabbing his cup of coffee. "I feel like bacon, personally."
Seven am. Two screaming children moving around, throwing newly formed balls of snow at each other. The now twenty two year old mother sighed slightly, wondering just how her and her husband would make sure that there children didn’t expose just what they were when they went to school within the next few days.
“James, sweetheart, no running in the house!”
Ellana chuckled slightly, unable to stop the smile that was now creeping up upon her rose coloured lips. They both looked so happy. Truly, she couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She couldn’t believe just how much she had achieved within the past five years. “Come on kids, breakfast, then you can go play. Deal?”
Blinking sleepily, Isaac listened from his position, sprawled out on the bed he and Ellana shared. Yet again he was surprised at the rush of love he felt for the three most important people in his life, which somehow got stronger every single day.
He slowly rose and made his way downstairs, yawning as he stepped into the kitchen. "What am I making for breakfast?" He called, unable to hide his grin once he heard footsteps thundering down the halls, followed almost immediately by yells of "Pancakes!" "No, bacon!" "Noooo, pancakes."
"You aren’t gonna get me with some trick like that. I’ve been around the block far two many times. Try again with something better."
"Really? That's annoying, isn't it?"
"You know you love being friends with me. You can’t hide the truth."
"Yeah sure, something like that. I prefer it when you aren't acting like a dillb'rry however."
”You don’t have to worry about that…you’re nothing like your dad.” She whispered, before once again drifting back into her drug induced sleep.
"Mmm. Thanks." Isaac replied, to tense to fall asleep himself. Instead his eyes drifted between the door and the two children asleep on the other side of the room, and he contemplated smashing the beeping hospital machines which were so much louder than he remembered.
"Yeah, I think I would. But I am not going to be Mr Lahey." Isaac pulled a face, chuckling softly. "That was my dad."
I'm trying to write a resume and it is not going well. I'll be attempting some more replies now.
“Okay,” she whispered back, as those hazel orbs fluttered shut. “…Should I change my last name?” The young witch asked after a long pause. “I mean…it’s not like we did it in vegas. It’s still technically Aresumea.”
"Uhh..... Whatever you think feels right." He wanted to add that changing her name would make it harder for people to find her, but didn't want to pressure her into anything. "I don't think it'll matter to much either way."
"Yup. You have an addiction, my friend!" Jayne exclaimed with a shake of her head.
"Mmm hmm. I do, unfortunately, and it's truly ruining my life." Chester pouted, voice laced with fake sincerity.
"That’s a little concerning, dear,"
"Probably, but I don't really care. I actually worked at a Milo factory once. It was epic."
”I love you too.” She whispered back, not wanting to let him go. Ever again. “I don’t want you getting yourself exposed Isaac…you’re a dad now, remember? Let’s…Just try and get out of here with the twins, and move on okay?” The young mother asked, before placing a soft kiss upon his forehead.
"Yeah, okay. I'll try." He murmured, curling up next to her on the small hospital bed. "I'm definitely going to request another doctor though. He's probably the one that made it so that you almost bleed to death. He even smells like an asshole." He pulled a face, nose wrinkling and head shaking slowly.
WHEN YOUR ROLEPLAY PARTNER IS AMAZING AND PERFECT AT THEIR WORD CHOICE AND SENTENCE FLUENCY TO THE POINT WHERE IT LEGITIMATELY INTIMIDATES YOU
"If you’re sure! I can make a damn good milo!"
"Yeah maybe, but not as good as mine. Milo is in my blood."
Hayden couldn’t believe how easily he had messed up with Issac. His brown eyes filled with tears as his boyfriend— or ex by the words Issac was throwing at him— shouted at him about how badly he had messed up. Hayden knew he had screwed up as soon as he did it. He wasn’t even sure why he’d done it, Hayden was beyond happy with Issac, he’s just fell into a temptation from another guy— it was just a kiss, though, nothing more. But it had ruined all the good between the two of them. “Issac, no, please.” He wasn’t even sure what to say, he just wanted to hug the other guy and put his face into Issacc’s neck and cuddle him like they normally did. “I’m so sorry.”
"If you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place." Rolling his eyes, Isaac started to walk along, one hand trailing against the wall. He took slow deep breaths, holding back tears now that all the anger had suddenly disappeared. It had hurt a lot more than he had thought it would, even more than the sneaking around and the hiding. "Have a nice life."
