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really good matt trait.

“I love that photograph. It’s so weird - the dog, my brother jumping into the air, and Stella in a world of her own. I could look at it for ages. It’s not set up at all; it’s all about watching and timing. I bet she didn’t even change the lens to take it, just used the same old 50mm lens she always did. That’s what I mean about instinctive. There’s a faith that it will be all right and it is. She just gets it.” - Mary McCartney

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Wednesday AU where Enid and Tyler are siblings

Doodles of their lives pre s1, having a neglectful father, Tyler has to raise Enid as a child. Enid has to deal with living life not as an outcast not as a normie, with her only positive relationship seemingly starting to resent her more and more as the days go. But despite it all, they love each other. They only have each other, really.

At least, til Enid is forced to go to Nevermore and meets her new Dorm Mother.

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let’s be primitive horses with mama

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An impulsive tynid comic--

Enid is found by Capri up north and reverts back into a human.

She's been through some shit and it shows.

Steak sauce and trust exercises

It's all Tyler's fault, and he knows it.

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She doesn't have her driver's license yet 😪 bonus sibling type texting below:

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this is basically how it went right

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Memories

The song of the meadow, the tune of the forest,

it rings out so sweet and so clear

For when the trees 're sleeping, and mourners are weeping

Its memories warm us, my dear

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Ice Cream (Sort of lol)

Alex would never be a businessman. Almost all of the guys on his team went into business at school. He ran into Aiden Bellwether (special teams) at the drugstore in Sweetcreek recently, and he had told Alex that business classes were super easy. “Even you could probably pass them!” he laughed. Alex knew Aiden wasn’t trying to be mean, but it still stung a little bit. Alex didn’t know why. Alex had come to terms with the fact he was an idiot a while ago, but he guessed it was one of those facts of life that are never nice to remember. Like death. Dang, he’d promised himself not to think about death or any dead people this week. Shoot.

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Books

The first person to suspect Alex of having dyslexia and dysgraphia was his first-grade teacher, Miss Miele. She was young and bushy eyed still, and she wanted to make a difference in a school with children down on their luck. Alex, on top of being a ball of energy (ADHD maybe?), and trouble with social cues and eye contact (perhaps he should be screened for autism), he struggled with spelling very basic words. He struggled with copying the shape of the letters. He always claimed his handouts “didn’t print good”. “Tnank Yuo”, and “quqqy Doq” were common. She knew his mother was friendly, but when conferences came, she was at work. The father was…less friendly. He did not come to the meeting. When she called him after and tried to explain, he cut her off and said “I don’t see why you are wasting our time calling me over this. The kid is a [she did not like even thinking the word!]. Nothing new.” and promptly hung up. She may have cried a little. She wrote in her notes on Alex for his file: “Reading issues. Possible learning disability. Uncooperative parents.”

The second person was Mrs. Arthur, Alex’s first teacher at Stardew Valley Elementary. He was a pretty clear-cut case. Unfortunately, he was living with grandparents. Grandparents never understood these things. When she called (the grandfather was in a wheelchair, so having them come into the decrepit building with superfluous stairs was unnecessary) she was proven right again. The grandmother was a little more receptive, but still skeptical. The grandfather took offense and told her, “there ain’t nothing wrong with the boy. Some just don’t catch on too quickly to that sort of stuff. That’s the problem with schools. They want everyone to be little paper pushers when some folks just ain’t made for that.” She inwardly groaned. He was so close to getting it. He wouldn’t though, so she didn’t waste her breath. She just wrote in his file “needs an IEP. He won’t be getting one, but he needs it.”

And so it went, teacher after teacher, all suspecting but never acting. Some knew that the Mullners wouldn’t agree to testing and an IEP. Some knew the school wouldn't be paying for screening and intervention specialists. Some cared but were overworked. Some didn’t give a shit. Afterall, it didn’t matter if he could read. He could throw a ball, and Henry Potter would step in any time they tried to give him an honest grade.

No one, in the entire time, thought to tell Alex. Alex first thought he was unlucky. He always got the messed-up paper. Then, he started to think it was some kind of trick. The teachers were purposefully giving him the bad paper for some reason. People were all lying about how to spell and how easy reading was. This was only a short period, though. He quickly came to accept he was just that stupid. Sometimes it wasn’t too bad. The font was big. He could take his time. There was nothing going on around him. No one was staring and waiting to laugh. To a certain point, he found if he just stopped trying to fight it, he could sort of remember the way things looked to him and match it to what people claimed it was saying. It’s not like it worked most of the time, but it could kind of help sometimes. He still didn’t like reading, though. Not only was it a reminder he was an idiot, most of the things he read about were boring and not worth it. A part of him still wanted to like books, though. He wanted to be smart. He wanted to make his grandparents and his mother proud and show he was worth something after all. Maybe he could if he kept trying.

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Food (pt 1/2)

I probably could fit this all in one, but I just thought it would be easier to break down. CW/synopsis: a coach bullies a kid (particularly about his body) and promotes very unhealthy eating habits. Alex listens to said advice. In part two Evelyn makes him see some reason--because no (grand)child of hers is eating nothing but boiled, unseasoned chicken.

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Choosing the starter dog is the hardest decision. Which one do you guys choose?

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Can you tell I have shit I need to do and I'm doing literally anything but that? lol.

This is going to be three parts because I don't think Tumblr allows enough words, and the story naturally breaks itself up. This is for the prompt childhood from a few days ago. This is the like...preamble. CW: a not very nice descriptor of people with learning disabilities. Not that one, though. Also: Coaches as Teachers in an American coded Public School

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Part Two CW: Verbal/ Emotional Abuse, Child abuse, Alcoholism, Death--the whole shebang. Well, almost.

The first part was with his parents. Well, with his parent and his dad. He wasn’t really much of a parent. He was more of an evil baby sitter. He literally did nothing but drink, make degrading and snarky comments towards his mom, and yell and smack Alex around when his mom was at work making money for him to blow on cheap beer. He would always get fired from his job, then get his mom fired from her job (He liked confronting her male co-workers because they were always coming on to her apparently. One was literally 16. He almost had to do a few months in jail for that one. His parents got him out of it. Then they told him to leave Mom because it was clearly her fault he attacked a teenager.) Then they had to move again. He could never understand why his mother loved him. He was rude and always bitching about her. Even when he was pretending to be nice and loving he still snuck in jabs at her. She was gaining weight. They cut her hair too short at the salon. She was too sentimental. That blush was a little too much, she should wear something more natural. She babied *her* son too much.(She would tell him to knock it off at that point. Except she said it more gracefully. She was always classy and smart. Then his dad would go back to the couch, muttering how it's just a joke, and she was so sensitive all the time.)

As much as his Dad pretended to love his Mom, he didn’t bother pretending with Alex. When mom was around, it was bearable. She’d step in and defend him if his dad started in on him. No matter how much he yelled or punched the wall or kick chairs, Mom wouldn’t flinch. He didn’t know how she wasn’t scared. Alex was, ever since he saw Mica Brewers’s mom wearing sunglasses inside for the first time in kindergarten. Every time his Dad got angry at his Mom his heart felt like it would stop beating. But she would just look at him like he was just a misbehaving toddler, and ask him when he would be done with his tantrum. He would then go sulk somewhere. He didn’t know why his mom never got tired of it and left. Maybe she was hoping he’d start listening to her begging him to get help for the drinking, and then he’d magically become a good person. Alex sometimes wondered what that would have been like.

It got bad when Mom had to leave for work in the evenings. It was just the two of them--no Mom to come to the rescue. His dad liked treating him like a monkey butler or something. Go try to make yourself be useful and get me another six pack down at the store. (his dad always paid off the owner of the closest liquor store to let Alex buy the alcohol on his behalf) Where did your dumbass put the fucking remote? Go find it. (Alex never lost the remote. His dad lost the remote.) Shut the damned window! Fucking freezing my balls off. If only they’d freezed off before you came along. (Alex was literally in elementary school. Who the hell says that shit to a kid in elementary school?) Alex’s tip for these services was another insult, or, if he did not complete the tasks to his father’s liking (He got the beer he asked for and not the beer he had decided he wanted after Alex had already left, Alex couldn’t find the remote because he was sitting on it, Alex didn’t do things fast enough, etc. etc.), a slap. He never did it too hard on the face. He was smart and knew he could leave a bruise. Outside of slapping, he was a fan of the grab, scream in the face, and throw to the ground. Alex didn’t know why he never told this to his mom. He probably should have. He told himself it wasn’t that big of a deal. Parents hit kids when they are bad. And other parents were worse than his dad. Mr.Brewer. Ms. Mallard. Both of Kayla’s parents. Ms. Quincy’s boyfriend. The list went on. He wasn’t special.

Honestly, he was scared for some reason. Maybe he was scared his Dad would start hitting her too if she knew; like maybe he was taking all the hits, and if he tried to get out of them, his dad would go after his mom. Maybe she would become so stressed she would leave both of them. Maybe his mom would laugh him off and say he deserved it– she would have never, but the feeling still lingered. He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything.

Finally, on one fateful night, his father absolutely lost it. Alex doesn’t even remember what happened. His father has so hammered he didn’t care about the bruises and beat the snot out of him. Alex was obviously very scared and hurt when it happened, but looking back, he kind of wishes it happened earlier. His mom finally snapped when she came home. She even threw one of his dad’s half-drunk tall boys at him. That made everything worth it alone. When Alex and his mom came back from the hospital, his dad and his stuff was gone. Probably bolting before the police got him. Hospitals were supposed to call in about that stuff, right? Whatever, good riddance.

Alex was so sure his life was going to get better. He and mom were going to live in Zuzu or the Valley to be near his grandparents. He and his mom always had fun when they were alone. Just Alex and Mom (and Dusty.) They’d go on walks, sing songs, and play catch. She’d be able to get a good job, and they wouldn’t have to worry about money. Things would be happy. His Childhood would truly begin.

It didn’t, though. In a little over a season, she faded and was gone. That’s when Alex learned that life is cruel and Yoba is a major asshole. He had his suspicions before, but boy that really did it. She went through all that just to croak in the first year of freedom. He knew then that any happiness he could achieve was up to him. It sucked that his chief opposition was now an omnipotent deity, but what could you do?

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Part 3! CW: high school typical ableism. Pervy high school teachers.

(Also: negative rhetoric against people with red hair. Fun fact: I misread "festive" as "sensitive" on the lineup, and was kind of bummed I was wrong. When I finished this I realized I had made it "sensitive" themed at the end. So I present: day 9.5- Sensitive)