caught in a storm

Forgive me, but I think yours is worse. I may have to wait on people’s brats, but at the end of the day I don’t have to come home to five little arseholes.

... Okay, you’ve got a point there.

I waitress. It’s really lame, actually.

I take care of other people’s children, it’s about equally lame as mine.

Like I said, nobody likes their parents. And some people just have loser parents, sounds like you drew the short straw.

Out of my own experience with people, I can confirm that.

Alright enough parents talk, what is this minimum wage job of yours?

Yeah, well, you’re not so special. Nobody likes their parents.

True, sounds like you’re talking from experience. Not many encouraged their children on the wrong path however.

it’s not nicer. I’d rather have nothing. And don’t worry, I’m sure they will. Most of my family turned out alright. Not all of them, but most.

You sound sceptical.

Nothing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be either. Most of them. Sounds comforting.

I like my sister and my brother. That’s it.

Yes, well, having your arse wiped for you isn’t exactly as fun as it might sound. Maybe the children you look after will grow up and realise that, too.

Still, I love my family. Or at least my cousins.

#Christa #ooc: Azelma your caring about the kids is showing.

Still nicer than not having anything to wipe your ass with. God knows I hope them make a similar realization some day.

Family’s a good thing. Mostly.

Retired rich kid. Now I work full time for minimum wage. I wish my high school counsellor could see me now.

#Christa #ooc: omg i know i got that from the gifs alone :)

Not going to lie, still judging you a bit. Still, kudos to you for leaving the comfortable lifestyle and getting your hands dirty. I don’t see any of these kids doing that.

Would you judge me if I told you I just got homesick?

#Christa #ooc: SUNNY GIFS JUST FOR YOUUU

Are you telling me you’re a rich kid? Because there might be judging.

I should have figured. Rich people never want to take care of their own children.

Nope, they have five children and dump them with a nanny who’s barely of legal drinking age and have her deal with their tempers.

Voluntarily? That’s no way to live.

#Christa #ooc: I was too lazy to switch accounts but these two would get on so well.

At least it pays well and I get to stay in a fancy house for free. Priorities,you know.

Science side of tumblr, explain why even though children are disgusting, men with children are always such mega hotties?

I’ve been taking care of five children for the past year and I still don’t know the answer to that.

La tour Eiffel

A blonde and a redhead came up with a plan... || Dash and Azelma

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Dash watched as Azelma leaned her head against the door and heard the sigh that fell out of her lips. He took a cautious step towards her, ready to take another one but stopped when she turned to face him. If she saw him advancing her way then he knew she was due to suddenly clam up. Azelma did not do well with his sudden and impulsive actions it seemed, which was why he had developed a habit of side stepping around the girl, or treading carefully when she was in a bad mood.

However, his frustration about being kept in the dark had sent the man over the edge and now he just wanted answers. Was it really so hard to give him that? He had an inkling that Caroline knew the real reason behind their break up but her unwavering loyalty to Azelma meant that he was not going to get the truth from her either. He supposed he could live with that. He should hear it from the woman in front of him after all, and… was he close now?

He wondered if perhaps he was about to finally have his questions answered and his forehead creased when Azelma finally opened her mouth. However, when she spoke it did nothing to shed any light on the situation and at once, Dash let out an impatient huff. Of course, he was intrigued by what she meant should her words hold any weight, but as far as he was concerned, she may as well just be coming up with a poor excuse for breaking up with him, one that she perhaps thought he would like.

"Yes," he said, sharply, a lot more harshly than he had intended but his temper (which rarely ever showed its face) was talking for him right now and it did not hold back. "It is hard to believe. Protect me from what? You are not working for the bureau, Zel. Or some secret service or part of some witness protection programme. What is it you are supposed to be protecting me from?”

"I never thought you were a bad person," he insisted. "I would not have felt the way I do if that was the case, so please just be completely honest with me."

He was at the point of begging now but desperation had drove him to act in such a way and he took another few steps towards her, small in stride but also eager.

"What do you mean?”