NOT LIKE A REGULAR DAD.

JACKSON REIGN CLARK, 38. "i get to stay home and plot the death of dora the explorer. fill her backpack with bricks and throw her into the candy cane river."

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celestemiddle:

With a broom in her hand, Celeste moved around the bakery cleaning up broken glass and ceramic debris while singing quite dramatically Castle On A Cloud. When she looked up she noticed she had captured some attention. “I’m not always like this just so you know.“

middleton’s was one of his favorite places to go to when he needed or simply wanted comfort food, which explained his visit to the bakery. but he had never seen a scene such as this one on any of his other visits. “i believe you. i don’t think it would be such a problem if you were, though.”

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cassandraclark:

she’d woken up in a state of panic, FEAR consuming every fibre in her body. the accident had triggered memories from her past, the four months where she was held captive. painful images flashing through her mind, tears stained hazel hues as she moved to sit up. small wince of pain escaping her, disoriented she glanced around, eyes wide in confusion. “n-not afghanistan, no god no, not again.” 

the most TERRIFYING thing to jackson was the thought of losing his loved ones, his family. throughout the whole earthquake, that was all he could think about. his wife had been safe, right there with him when it happened, but of course fate had other plans. he was just thankful that it was over, that someone had helped her when he couldn’t. at her movements, he jumped up from his seat slightly, hand carefully hovering above hers before he caressed her skin softly, gently. “cass, hey, baby ─ it’s okay. you’re okay. you’re safe.”

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marcygardner:

with arms full of tupperware bins filled to the brim with cookies, a grin rested on her face. “ in spite of the whole earthquake and everything else going on, i made great great grammy gardner’s special chocolate chip cookies— and a lot of them too, just in hopes to cheer everyone up. so, please..take as much as you’d like.”

the smell of cookies was more than enough to draw his attention. the last few days had been overwhelming, but jackson would never say no to cookies, especially ones that sounded so special as these. still, he was hesitant to take one knowing that there were so many people needing it more than he did, but as soon as he took a bite, a very content sigh rolled off his lips. “wow ─ this is... this tastes incredible.”

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ramonasparrilla:

“Woah, hey there! I totally didn’t see you back there, I thought we were meeting out front?.”

“were we? oh man, i think old age is catching up to me.”

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pvrkerreed:

parker lifted his head a fraction at the sound of the amused voice, a smile quirking at his own lips. “you should, it’s pretty hilarious,” he admitted, albeit a bit ruefully. chagrined, he straightened, the practically empty cup in his hand. “no, i think the froyo’s definitely seen better days.” parker looked down at the mess that was currently intermixed with dirt and bits of broken concrete and who knew what else. “my soul’s a bit damaged from watching that happen, but i think i’ll make it. the froyo just didn’t deserve the fate it got, you know? it’s pretty sad.” despite his words, parker was smiling as he said it, already amused with the conversation. 

“your words, not mine.” jackson shrugged, as if he wouldn’t have laughed either way. he felt as if he had the right to laugh, considering how many times the same thing had happened to him. if anything, he earned those laughs. approaching the younger male, he took a look at the now empty cup in his hand, a few remains of what used to be a presumably delicious froyo. “ah, i still had a little bit of hope that we could be able to save it but from what i see, it’s done. no turning back. so, so sad.” the amused expression was still on his face, “do you think you can get back in there and get another one, or is it too soon?”

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emilvclark:

                 “ yes, dad, really. ”   emily hops off the starbucks window sill, feeling sick to her stomach. her father wasn’t a bad man by any means, but she was completely done with everything to do with stupid-tube.   “ go home and … just let me be by myself. ”   for once, emily’s notifications are off. she doesn’t want to see what the people are saying about her. she doesn’t want to see the mess her family’s become, so public, so exposed.

his mind became a conflict, right there. on one hand, he knew she had to have some time for herself, on her own ─ she deserved it, even. however, on the other hand, jackson felt a overwhelming need to stay with her, even if that wasn’t what she wanted at the moment. a sigh escaped his lips before he looked at his daughter again. “don’t push me away, emily. please. tell me what’s bothering you.” if she asked him to, against his will he would drop the subject, but he had to at least TRY.

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aliiyas:

solemnly her head nodded, her ponytail waving with the movement. “i wish i could stop looking at it, but when you know it’s there… it feels almost addicting.” it felt as if she attempted to depart herself from the hate, and it did work sometimes but today wasn’t one of those days. “weird question, but will you take my phone? just so i don’t get tempted?”

simply nodding at her words, jackson offered her yet another small smile. he could understand where she was coming from, but most of all, he could relate. to this day, he still struggled with it. “alright, if we’re being honest, i’m glad you asked because i was planning on doing it anyway. it would’ve been inappropriate, though ─ boundaries are a thing, after all. but, since you asked...” slipping the phone onto his own hand, he placed it down on the table in front of him, screen facing the wood. “there you go, much better.”

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pcrsias:

“sorry - i’m just irritable.” she gave him a weak smile in apology. “six weeks. and then after christmas i get back to training - three weeks before nationals. lets just hope i can pull a miracle outta the bag.” 

“i get it. i would be too, if i had to be stuck with that thing.” lord knows how irritable he would be if that were to happen. it’s actually a miracle it never has. “six weeks?! damn. for that alone, you’re already a champ.”

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my messaging thingy is back?? tumblr is so weird wtf.

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ryanreynoldssource:

Ryan Reynolds gets distracted from an interview after noticing a baby on the set

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pcrsias:

“listen here mr. i’ve been in casts for almost six months, fuck the doctors.” she grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest in a childish manor. 

“whoa, hey, i’m not the enemy here.” he held his hands up playfully, “alright, maybe not in no time. but i’m sure you don’t have much longer left. right?”

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melodyxmiddleton:

“I know, but writers block is honestly the worst.” Melody said as she gave a small sigh. It takes some people ages to get out of writers block and she knew very well of that. “I’m hoping so. I’ve got the plot. I just need the right words.”

“do you like music? that seems to do it for a lot of people. you just gotta find the thing that triggers you, in a good way, of course. for me, it’s driving.”

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emilvclark:

coffee? yes, always yes. emmy perches on the windowsill outside of starbucks, her hands wrapped around the warm cup of black, black coffee. she looks the picture of prep, with the two bobbles on her hat and her big fluffy white coat. she looks the picture of prep, but feels completely wrong. it isn’t until what could even be the third attempt at reaching her that emily notices the person greeting her. popping her blaring earphones out of her ears, she grimaces. not even hearing what they said, she twists her face up.  “ no. whatever it is, the answer’s no. ”

to say he didn’t feel as if emily was slipping right through his fingers, further way from him each day, would be a lie. and to say it wasn’t hurtful would be an even bigger one. jackson knew, from the moment she was born, that the teenage years would come and that rebellious behavior would most likely follow. he knew that. but whether he had prepared himself for that was an entirely different story ( he hadn’t ). “really? come on, em.”

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pvrkerreed:

parker was paying for his froyo, a spoon resting lightly between his lips as the cashier rang him up. “thanks, babe,” he said, spoon slurring his words slightly, his hand outstretching to take the card back from her. he tucked it in his pocket and then headed out the door, having every intention of returning to his car when his foot caught on the cement parking block, the froyo tumbling out of his hand and onto the pavement below. “shit,” he griped, throwing his head back and groaning in frustration. “if i could get anywhere without tripping over myself it would be a miracle,” he muttered under his breath, leaning down to pick up the cup that had once contained his froyo. whoever said divers were graceful, again?

jackson’s attempt at suppressing a laugh at the scene that unfolded in front of him probably resulted in a facial expression that was as funny as the accident itself. he would’ve felt bad for finding it funny, if only it didn’t remind him so much of his younger self ─ hell, maybe even his older self, depending on the day. it was like looking at a mirror. “i shouldn’t laugh,” were his first words as he shook his head a few times, approaching the other male. “you okay? i already know the froyo isn’t.”

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aliiyas:

“what do you think makes people hate you for no reason?” aliya mumbled, her thumb moving across the screen as she scrolled through the thousands of comments lef ton each picture. ‘you’re too skinny’; ‘you’re too small’; ‘stop trying to act sexy you look like a twelve year old’. everyday was the same. “i know everyone has their own battle, but it hurts.” 

being no stranger to distasteful comments on the internet, jackson knew what she was talking about before any further words. “i would say more often than not, it’s their own hatred for themselves. could be their sick way of trying to ignore it. just ─ stop looking at it, how about that?” the male said with a small, sympathetic smile.

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melodyxmiddleton:

“I’ve been sitting at this computer for a good hour and a half trying to come up with the very first chapter to this plot idea I have for a book. Sadly every time I begin to type the first sentence nothing sounds good. This is not good that I’m already having writers block. maybe I need to go to the pool and take a swim, which is something I haven’t done in ages.”

“it happens to the best of us.” even though jackson wasn’t much of a writer, he’d experienced block before, most of the time while trying to come up with new ideas for the vlogs and the editing process, so he could definitely relate. “you should do that, it could help clear your mind. who knows, you might even find your lost muse in there.”

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pcrsias:

“i know my doctor said i shouldn’t put any weight on my leg for the next six weeks, but how bad really could it fuck up?” persia questioned; however she knew the answer herself. “it’s just with this fuckin’ boot on i can’t do anything. i just wanna tumble or something.” she whines, pouting slightly.

“very, very bad.”  he figured her question had been somewhat rhetorical, but he decided to reply anyway. “ah, come on, it’ll be off in no time. until then, listen to doc.”