Three Goblin Art
Janaina Medeiros
Xuebing Du
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trying on a metaphor
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
if i look back, i am lost
ojovivo
Sade Olutola
blake kathryn
Stranger Things
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
we're not kids anymore.
Acquired Stardust
Cosmic Funnies
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@bbyavacado
Annika stared at the test in disbelief, her hands trembling as the second line slowly appeared. After all the waiting, the hoping, the heartbreak—this time, it was real. She was finally going to have the baby she’d been dreaming of.
Annika stood stunned for a moment, the sting of Diane’s words settling in—but only for a second. As Remi stepped in to defend her, she reached for his hand, grounding them both.
Then she turned to Diane, calm but unshaken.
“I’m sorry you don’t see what we have,” she said evenly, her voice strong without being cruel. “But I love your son—deeply. And whether you approve or not, we’re building something real, something you never gave him: stability, respect, love.”
She took a breath, steady and clear.
“You don’t have to like me, Diane. But you will speak to me with respect—or not at all.”
She didn’t need to raise her voice. The power was in her composure. In that moment, Annika made it clear: she was not someone to belittle—and Remi was no longer alone.
Remi’s jaw clenched as his mother’s words hung in the air, sharp and dismissive. He stepped in between her and Annika, voice low but firm.
“You don’t get to show up late and insult the woman I love.”
His eyes, usually soft and thoughtful, were now hard with years of quiet hurt.
“I invited you because I thought maybe—for once—you’d show up for me. But if all you’re here to do is tear someone down, you can leave. I’m not that little kid you used to ignore. Not anymore.”
There was a pause. And then, just loud enough to hear—
“She’s everything you never bothered to be.”
Remi had gone back and forth for weeks—should he invite her? Would it even matter? In the end, he did. Despite everything, she was still his mother.
Diane arrived halfway through the ceremony, clacking in with dramatic heels and a sour expression. No apology. Just a half smile and a dismissive glance around the venue.
Remi took a deep breath and greeted his mother, introducing her to Leanne. He handed the baby off to his mother as Annika stepped to his side. Before he could start an introduction, Diane was speaking. “This is who you’re marrying?” she scoffed, arms crossed. “Didn’t think you’d go for someone so… ordinary.”
Remi’s stomach dropped.
It wasn’t just the timing, or the insult. It was everything behind it—the years of being an afterthought, the way she never showed up when it mattered, the way she still managed to make his happiest moments feel tainted. He had invited her hoping for something different, maybe even healing.
Instead, he got exactly what he’d always known: a mother who never really saw him. And now, she couldn’t even pretend to see the woman who loved him for everything he was.
Mr & Mrs Boswell 💐🍰💍
Leanne babbled through the vows, Annika laughed through tears, and Remi couldn’t stop smiling.
Under the warm sun, surrounded by a few close friends and desert hills, Annika and Remi exchanged vows in a simple, heartfelt ceremony. There were no grand decorations, just genuine smiles, happy tears, and Leanne giggles as they said “I do.” It wasn’t perfect—but it was real, and it was theirs.
Out in the dusty yard in front of their trailer, Remi adjusted the settings on his portable analyzer, and as the device lit up with unfamiliar readings, a grin spread across his face—he’d done it. A breakthrough, right there in Strangerville.
Annika’s days overflowed with love for Leanne, but each negative test deepened the quiet ache inside her. Motherhood brought joy, yet the dream of a child of her own with Remi lingered just out of reach, leaving her heart both full and heavy.
Daddy’s girl 🎀
Annika stood in the dimly lit kitchen, another negative test clutched in her hand, tears silently slipping down her cheeks. Remi was beside her, hand massaging his forehead. “I know how much you want this,” he said gently, his voice thick with emotion. “I do too. But… Leanne’s still so little. We’re barely sleeping, and everything feels like a blur right now.” Annika nodded, swallowing hard, the ache in her chest deepening. “I just thought maybe this time…” she whispered. He pulled her closer. “We’ll get there, babe. Just… maybe not yet.” The room fell quiet, filled with love, grief, and the hope they weren’t quite ready to let go of.
They sat together on a worn bench, watching the sky shift from gold to deep lavender as the sun dipped behind the red cliffs. The desert air had cooled, and Annika leaned her head on Remi’s shoulder, their fingers loosely intertwined. Without a big plan or speech, just feeling the weight of the moment, Remi turned to her, pulled a small ring from his pocket, and said softly, “Will you marry me?” Annika blinked, stunned, then smiled so wide it made her eyes shine. “Yes,” she whispered, as the first star appeared overhead.
Remi and Annika walked side by side through the quiet park, the desert sun casting long shadows across the sandy trails. With the town at peace, the stillness felt earned—no more strange whispers or wide eyes.
They shared kisses under a swaying tree, laughing about nothing in particular, grateful for a normal day in a place that once felt anything but.
Annika sat on the edge of the toilet seat, the test trembling in her hand as the single line stared back at her. Her heart sank and the silence of the bathroom was suddenly deafening. She blinked back tears, trying to steady her breath, telling herself it wasn’t the end. But in that moment, the emptiness hit harder than she expected.
Annika didn’t hesitate when a burglar crept up to the trailer—barefoot in her pajamas, she tackled her in the dirt and left her limping while the sirens wailed in the distance.
Annika cradled little Leanne against her chest, the baby’s soft coos a gentle rhythm against her heartbeat. She loved this child—loved her laugh, her curious eyes, even the faint green shimmer that marked her as something otherworldly. But deep ache stirred beneath the love. She imagined a child with Remi’s warm smile and her own stubborn attitude, a child born not from mystery, but from the life they were building together. As Leanne drifted to sleep in her arms, Annika pressed a kiss to her forehead and whispered a promise—one day, they’d grow this family, and she’d get to hold a piece of their shared future in her arms.