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on this edition of t.umblr f-ed up: a moderately active (2-5 posts/wk) main blog of a rpg i’m in had their account terminated for no reason. it was up and running 45min ago, now it’s gone.

Once she was in her dad’s arms, she was very reluctant to be put down in her car seat. But her Mama kept a purple plaid blanket in the car just for her, which she burrowed into as she continued to cry, “I don’t wanna go to work, I want to stay at home with you and Mama. You can fix it! We don’t have to go nowhere.”

Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting “I know, baby. I know,” He said, turning back around in his seat and buckling his seatbelt. “But this isn’t something Daddy can fix at home,” he replied, pulling out his phone and calling the hospital, giving them warning of an incoming patient, much like he would doContinue reading “Once she was in her dad’s arms, she was very reluctant to be put down in her car seat. But her Mama kept a purple plaid blanket in the car just for her, which she burrowed into as she continued to cry, “I don’t wanna go to work, I want to stay at home with you and Mama. You can fix it! We don’t have to go nowhere.””

closed starter for @calcifyed || Tom & Silas This was bizarre. Weirder than he’d ever seen. The man before him had the same face as him. How was it possible? It wasn’t, was it? Tom’s eyes were wide as he gazed upon the man before him. “You’re – you’re me? How–?”

As soon as Tom touched her arm, she started to scream, pushing back at him, “Don’t, Daddy, it hurts!” She continued to sob, “I want Mamaaaaa.”

Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting Tom let go, moving his hands away from her arm as she cried out. “I know, baby girl, I know. Daddy’s gonna take care of you,” he cooed, his voice calm and comforting. He scooped her back up and moved swiftly to the car, buckling her in herContinue reading “As soon as Tom touched her arm, she started to scream, pushing back at him, “Don’t, Daddy, it hurts!” She continued to sob, “I want Mamaaaaa.””

She cried harder as he wiped at the cut, more out of fear than it actually hurting her. Then she looked down at her right arm pressed close to her chest. “The chair fell over and my arm got squished. You have to fix it…”

Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting He shushed her gently, hoping to calm her as he cleaned the cut. It had stopped bleeding for the most part, and Tom switched his attention to her arm. “Okay, honey. This might hurt, okay? Daddy’s gonna check your arm to see if we can fix itContinue reading “She cried harder as he wiped at the cut, more out of fear than it actually hurting her. Then she looked down at her right arm pressed close to her chest. “The chair fell over and my arm got squished. You have to fix it…””

Like for a Starter from Tom!

heart-on-her-sleeve: Muse is super high for Tom Avery right now, so click that little ♥ for a starter!!

heart-on-her-sleeve: This is a Permanent Starter Call for Clark Kent! By liking this, let’s me know that you are okay with me doing the following: – Send You Memes – Tag you in Multiple Random Starters – Message you about headcanons – Make Gifsets of our Muses & Tag you in them – Make aContinue reading

WRITING TIME TRAVEL WITHIN THE DCTV VERSE

saraqxeen: Also, just a quick dash boop about time for everyone kinda confused about what is perceived to be a CW fuck up: Time is fluid Unless the event has already happened it can change If it’s already happened it has to remain the same in order to avoid creating a butterfly effect Time doesContinue reading “WRITING TIME TRAVEL WITHIN THE DCTV VERSE”

“The sink,” she hiccupped, “the sink spit on me when I washing my hands and I needed a big towel. I fell. I fell. I hurt…”

Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting As he held her close, he pursed his lips as he nodded in understanding. How could he have let this happen? Effortlessly he scooped her up, carrying her to the kitchen and setting her on the counter beside the sink. He wet a towel with cold waterContinue reading ““The sink,” she hiccupped, “the sink spit on me when I washing my hands and I needed a big towel. I fell. I fell. I hurt…””

my grandma passed this morning, so i’m on here putting my energy in a positive space so I don’t fall into depression. i’m replying only to what i have the muse for, but message here or on d.iscord if you want to plot.