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Uncle Simon?

Yes, Love?

What’s your favorite color? What kind of rain do you like? If you could ride a bike for forever what color would it be? Do you like birds? What kind? Do you wear your glasses when you sleep? Is Mom your favorite? You never tell her to piss off—

Woah, Woah, woah! Okay! Slow down, kiddo!

Uncle Simon it’s really important!

Why?

My new friend wants to know!!

There’s a knock to the table only caught by Joseph. Tommy watch him with a pointed look.

leave your uncle alone and finish your homework.

~~~ ”Mr.Soap! Mr.Soap!” Joseph excitly yells, pushing past students and jumping over two chair to greet him. The youngest Riley smiles wildly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as both Roach and Soap get settled into their seats

“ah! There’s the wee barin, now! Me mam’s made ye some cookies. Y’all like almonds?”

“yes!”

“here. These are along cookies with chocolate and coconut.” the young bow squeals in excitement, quickly taking the tupperwear and placing it into his book bag ((full of snacks, coloring books, his homework from school, and a new picture of Simon, Tommy, and Beth when they were younger))

“Thank you!” Joseph signs and Johnny signs it back.

“I was talking to my uncle today! And got lots of information on him for you!”

note: Soap is still yet to actually talk to Simon

“oh yeah? Like what?”

“He said his favorite color is green, he likes rain that taps on metal roofs, if he could ride a bike for forever it would be a blue one like his mummy had, he likes the color of cardinals but thinks blue jays are nice too. I tried to explain what chirping sounded like and he made this silly face! Like this!” The little boy scrunches up his nose into a confused face with eyebrows pinched. Roach can’t help but chuckle. “Apparently ! You aren’t supposed to wear glasses when you sleep! I asked him if he did and he said no. And he never tells my mummy to piss off so I think she’s his favorite?”

a few of the students turned their heads as Joseph cursed, all trying to contain their fond giggles. Soap was unable too.

“Lad!” He chuckles, pulling the boy in to ruffle his hair. “Ye cannae be cursin!”

“oh! But daddy and uncle Simon does it!”

“They are grown ups, it’s different.”

“oooohhhhhh. Okay. But-but that’s all you needed to know right? The important stuff?”

soap nods fondly, leaning back in his chair.

“yes. Knowing his favorite type of rain is so important. Thanks barin.”

hey, neil! my sister didnt realize that crowley and aziraphale were in love until the last episode and the scene where he confesses. then she asked me why you went "the gay route" what do i say to her? i love crowley and aziraphale a lot btw

You could perhaps suggest that she watches it all again, and it may make more sense to her.

help

I'm editing something for a class I'm in

(it's a documentary style group project)

and I just deleted all my progress. I was like 3/4 done

It's been a long fucking day and I want to jump out the window

made this as a birthday present like, three weeks ago and just forgot about it, soooo...

Also I made this in like two hours, so it's not the best but still proud of it.

this post is exclusively for people with dirty rooms

this post is specifically for people who know their room is a mess, but their brain won't let them clean it. this post is for you. I love you and I see you

I turn 30 next month so here’s what I learned in my 20s:

—don’t work for startups, they’re always one ‘innovative idea’ away adding ‘sell your kidneys on the black market’ to your job description.

—keeping a collection of basic OTC medicine on you will save your life one day. I recommend Advil, Imodium, and TUMS.

—those little single-use glasses cleaning wipes are 1000% worth the money

—overly self-depreciating jokes just make people uncomfortable, wean yourself off of them

—you can buy dehydrated mini marshmallows in bulk online and they’re a godsend for hot cocoa

—people don’t care if you have fidget toys on your desk they just want to play with them

—try to go to bed BEFORE the existential ennui kicks in