✧ i am lunaria ( luna or aria for short ) , and i am 17 year old, bisexual, blasian girl !
✧ i currently reside in LA for schooling (not as fun as it sounds, i promise), and i create for the purpose of bringing inclusivity into anything i write. i want everyone to feel represented!
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apparently tumblr wants to fucking get on my nerves so if the c.ai link isn’t working, just look up my user on c.ai (lunariaaaaa) and my bot should be on my profile!!
i feel like people are creating beef between matt, chris and nick that doesn’t even exist 😭 they literally fight and forget abt it ten minutes later, not to mention that podcast episode was filmed almost a month ago 😵💫 and fights r so entertaining to watch too
but idk, what do u guys think abt yesterdays podcast???
summary ; Chris had convinced you to take a day to yourself, so you snatched up that offer to go shopping for an afternoon. However, you didn’t expect to come home to your kitchen in. . . questionable conditions.
Silence— the first noticeable difference to your home when you stepped inside and closed the front door. Usually the television was on or Chris had some form of rap music playing, against your better judgment.
It was almost five in the evening, and you had left around eleven that morning. Your daughter, Alaya, wasn’t usually asleep around this time; falling asleep any time after 5PM would stunt her nighttime routine. Yet she didn’t come running to the front door like she usually did when you returned, no, and there was no 'welcome back!' kiss on your cheek from your husband Chris.
'Where were they?' You wondered, your keys jingling as you hung them up, your shoes flying off with a plop when they hit the hardwood flooring.
Leaving your shopping bags by the shoe rack, you made your way into the home, your purse hitting your hip every time you took a cautious step. Suddenly you heard a few rushed, panicked whispers.
"Chris?" You called out, heading straight towards the kitchen, where the hushed voices were located. “Lay Lay?"
"Shit."
You stood at the archway that separates the kitchen from the family room, your lips parting open in shock as you watched your daughter gasp at the swear word that left Chris' mouth.
"Daddy! Don’t say that!" She childishly reprimanded, her small chubby hand aiming to hit Chris' shoulder. He smiled meekly as an apology, letting out a deep breath. He knew he was in for it.
They were covered in flour. From head to toe to their surroundings, everything was straight flour. The kitchen counter was barely visible and the utensils and kitchenware were extremely flour-ridden, hinting that they clearly struggled to make. . . what the hell were they trying to make?
"Wha-" You set down your purse on a stool that was thankfully safe from the mess, folding your arms as you leaned against the archway. "What happened in here?”
"It tastes better than it looks.” Is the first excuse that left your husbands mouth, his finger pointing to the cupcake tray that barely looked even close to being appetizing. Alaya just clapped her hands repeatedly, giggling when a small cloud of flour appeared each time her palms met. She stood on a step-stool next to Chris, and he just watched in silence as Alaya continued to mess around.
You blew out a deep breath, knowing that Chris and his daughter always got into something. Whether they broke something, created something, or.. did this, it was always something.
“You two better clean this up. I’m not touching anything.” Commanding them, you watched as they eyed each other nervously. It was almost laughable how similar they were when it came to getting in trouble, and you had to hold back your giggles in hopes that they’d take you seriously.
“But mommy..” Alaya pouted, copying you by also folding her arms, body language full of sass. “It’s daddy’s fault.”
Chris’ mouth held agape, slowly turning his head to side-eye his daughter. “What? That’s not fair, Lay Lay!”
You rolled your eyes. They always resorted to blaming each other, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re both at fault. Now, clean this up please?”
Chris gave you a childish pouty look before grabbing a dish cloth and handing Alaya some paper towel. “Mommy, just so you know, it was daddy’s idea.”
“Was not!”
“Was so!”
“Was n-”
"Clean!”
Your interruption made them both snicker, getting to work with the dish cloths and paper towels. As you walked away, you heard a string of 'Yes Ma'am' and 'Yes mommy!’”
Unpacking your shopping bags, you just prayed that the flavor of those cupcakes was really worth that damn mess.
Come in my inbox spewing racist, homophobic, fatphobic, xenophobic, ableist bullshit, and imma curse your whole family and I’m serious. One thing my ancestors don’t play about is me bitch, I hex mfs over here. I’ll cuss you clean tf out before your ass start feeling flu symptoms.
Call me a crazy bitch or laugh but I’m telling you this is infact a threat.
You bitches are so weird talking bout sum “ThE TrIpLeTs WoUlD NeVeR DaTe A bLaCk GiRl☝🏻🤓” like stfu and go play with your coochie bitch and stop worrying about sum boys who wouldn’t even sneeze if your direction 😭 like g, maybe if your pussy asses stopped hiding behind anon and had an orgasm and serotonin, YALL wouldn’t be sum bitter bitches.
yall so threatened over the fact they could possibly date a black girl? It’s literally giving “N*ggas give me the hebejeebies” 😭😭😭
Anyway, HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!!! 🤝🏾🤝🏾🤝🏾🤝🏾🤝🏾🤝🏾🤝🏾 MAY ALL MY BLACK GIRLS, GAYS, THEYS, AND HE HIMS HAVE A GREAT MONTH!!! I also hope the lovely people who aren’t assholes have a great day/night.
