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(( Never formally announced it [sorry for that, by the way] but this blog - as you could probably tell - has been on a little bit of a hiatus due to problems with my computer but I should be back on here at a normal rate around October))
Mommy & Me || Closed RP || jacksonunderwater
Elizabeth was truly grateful that she had her son. And not only because be was her first child - though, that was nice as well - but because, now that she was pregnant with her second child, she had somebody there to help her. Though he may have been young, only six years old, he was very helpful while William was out working or hunting or trying to make Elizabeth as comfortable as possible. She was more used to having Jackson home at all times than she was her husband at that point. And the little boy was taking time he could have spent playing with his friends taking care of his mother. It told her that she and William were at least doing a good job in bringing him up. Now it was summer, which meant muggy weather that did nothing for her health at seven months along. Nevertheless, she woke up to find her husband gone as usual and so she lugged herself out of bed and made her way to her son's room. She pushed open the door and walked in to shake him gently. "Up and at 'em, honey," she whispered, kneeling next to the small bed. "Time to wake up."
My dad lost 40 pounds in a month and he wasn't even that fat with this. Me and you should do it together I need to drop weight for summer go to bit(.)ly/tumblrfun
"If he was already thin and he lost forty pounds, I don't think that's very healthy." This was the second time someone had come around, offering her a diet. Couldn't they understand she didn't want to lose any weight? "I'm content with my body, thank you."
To Die Would Be An Awfully Big Adventure || Closed RP || pixiedustpan
≼❇≽ He frowned at her. That actually hurt a bit. He had plenty of people that wanted to be around him, thank you very much! If him being dirty was a problem, well, they were going to have to deal with it. Besides, there was absolutely nothing wrong with being dirty. He kept his friends around regardless.
But why were baths even invented? What’s the purpose of just sitting in big pool of water? That’s why swimming was there. Because you’d actually be doing something in the water besides getting clean. Because swimming was fun. Not that he did it often, but still. The point still stood.
Did she just? Why would she- Peter gave a loud sigh. Yes, he wanted to make his mother happy, but why did that require him doing something he didn’t want to do? That didn’t seem very fair… “Ugh. Fine!” He didn’t want Ms. Lizzie to be upset. And he didn’t want her upset at him either. This was all he could do to prevent that. “But I’m just going to end up dirty again so…”
She hadn't meant to hurt him in anyway. She was just trying to persuade him and with that came speaking her mind and, well, maybe she'd come off a little offensive but it was already out there now, it wasn't as if she could just take back what she'd said. Not to mention, it couldn't have been that hurtful since he wasn't saying so. So Elizabeth assumed that it was alright to just ignore his frown.
When he said that he'd bathe, she smiled and took his face in her hands, kissing him on the forehead. "Oh, that's wonderful." She grinned, smoothing some hair behind his ear lovingly as she looked down at him. "Thank you, Peter. I really do appreciate it."
She knew that he'd end up dirty again, but that's how bathing worked. You got dirty and then you cleaned yourself, and repeated that cycle for the rest of your life. "It's not as horrible as you're making it out to be." Maybe he couldn't even remember the last time he'd bathed so he was making it out to be awful. "Bathing and being clean is very nice, and you'll enjoy it, I promise." Well, she couldn't know that, but it was definitely enjoyable for her so she'd just assume the same.
lol what do you think about that diet everyones talking about? i actually did it a few months ago and it works fast as shit. (no spaces) TUMBLR SUMMER DIET { d o t } COM
“Watch your language around ladies. Also, you know, there’s hardly enough to eat around here as is, and so I think I may even be too thin. A diet isn’t exactly something I need, I don’t think.”
Reblog if your muse has lost one, or both of their parents.
"Happy mother's day to all those wonderful mothers and grandmothers out there. It's not an easy job, so toast to those who can do it."
To Die Would Be An Awfully Big Adventure || Closed RP || pixiedustpan
≼❇≽ He frowned at her. If it meant not having a bath, he wouldn’t mind playing outside with her instead. They would have loads of fun together either way. That’s how he spent most of his time back on Neverland anyways. There wouldn’t be much of a difference between here and there. Besides actually having a mother there…
“Hey! What’re you-” She was touching him. Practically everywhere. It wasn’t a very comfortable feeling for him. The only time he liked being touched was when he was either touching the other person, or he was getting a hug. Besides that, every other time was not okay. He glared at her, only to drop it after seeing the look she was giving him.
He beamed at her. “I know I am!” He had worked very hard to get himself dirty as possibly at times. It seems all of his hard work payed off. “A long time ago I think….but I don’t think a bath is needed.” He insisted. He was not having a bath.
The only problem with his hopes for playing outside were that Elizabeth wasn't exactly one to "play" anything that wasn't rather mellow. She didn't run or jump or climb like she used to, so it would not be what he was hoping for; playing outside, that is.
Not only that, but when she finally turned him around and pointed out how dirty he was, he seemed proud. Of all things, proud! He was hardly any different from the boys she'd met when she was young. Why would boys like to be covered in filth? She would never understand the things.
"Peter, being filthy is not a good thing. It's... well, it's filthy, and no one wants to be around a dirty child." Most of the children, and adults too, in the village weren't exactly the cleanest, but Elizabeth made sure her family was. After all, they lived in a place where they could bathe, so why wouldn't they? "I do think a bath is necessary." A long time ago? The woman grimaced slightly. "Please do take a bath. It'll make me awfully happy." And that's what children tried to do, right? Please their mothers.
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Jack stared at the woman before him, almost recognising the soft curl of brown hair, and those big brown eyes. "E.. Emma?" It pained him to voice her name, though he had to ask.
“…Elizabeth,” she answered slowly, assuming she was asking for him. “Emma is my daughter.” She couldn’t say that her heart didn’t skip a beat when she looked at him. He looked… well, an awful lot like her son. But it couldn’t have been her son, because her son was dead.
“You… Can I help you?”
"A-a hospital? You think I'm crazy? No, mom, I'm not crazy, you have to listen to me! Emma is dead! She died while you were giving birth! I was there! And you cried, we both cried, how could you forget that? An now you want to send me away, tell me I'm the crazy one? No, this is ridiculous." Jackson stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over. "I'm trying to help you, can't you see that?"
Somewhere, something, deep inside of here had always knows that. There was this hidden away thought in her that knew that her daughter was dead, that she hadn’t lived through the first few hours, that Elizabeth was insane. That knowledge had always been hidden and pushed back whenever it threatened to come forward. Now, here he was, forcing it forward, forcing her to acknowledge it.
“No!” she screamed at him, patience and understanding gone in less than an instance. “No, you’re wrong! I’m not crazy. She is alive, and well, and beautiful, and perfect! You are a devil child, trying to convince me that she is gone!” Yet there were still that knowing that she was gone, coming forward, making her head ache. “You’re wrong! You should have died, not her!”
She didn’t mean any of that. And it took her a moment to realize what she’d said. Not that she said he should have been dead, but that she admitted Emma was gone. “No. No… no no..” That was all she could say, one hand held across her stomach, the other coming to her forehead, trying her best not to simply drop to her knees.
{Hey mama} Dear Hope-thinner-than-ice
Dear Emelia,
I love you so much. You're beautiful and smart, and you have so much potential. Jackson would be proud of you, and he always will be proud of you, no matter what you do, I'm sure. So will I.
Don't ever give up. I love you so much.
Love,
Mother
"That's what happens when ya' don't wear shoes, huh Mama, Jackson's always gonna be sick.." Emma let out a soft laugh as she leaned against her mother. "Mama, can me and you play in the rain?"
“You’re right, he will always be sick. I wouldn’t ever not wear my shoes outside. But he’s still a good boy. He’s just a better example in some aspects than others,” she told him, kissing the girls cheek before nuzzling the crook of her neck.
“Oh no.” Elizabeth didn’t like rain much in the first place even when she was inside, let alone outside. “It’s dreadfully cold and windy and wet out there, Emma. Maybe when your brother comes back as long as you bundle up, nice and right.”
((I'm right here I thought I sent a thing! Did it get lost? Ack! I shall send another.)) The tears flowed freely down his cheeks now and his body rocked with silent sobs. He turned away for a moment to compose himself. "Mom, I don't have a sister. She was never b-born." With that, he sat back in his chair, wiping his tears fiercely. "She doesn't exist." He said.
(( i never got it the first time gomen ))
Why was he crying? Did he honestly believe that his sister had never been born? He must have been very sick. She’d assumed he was before, when he’d had these conversations with her, but it never seemed quite so serious. “Darling, I don’t want to send you away to a… you know, a hospital.” She’d heard mental institutions were absolutely horrid, she didn’t want that for her baby. “But it may just be necessary. Don’t cry. Everything’s alright.”
"Mama..." The small girl whined as she sat on the floor of the kitchen, looking out at the rain. "I'm Bored Mama!"
(( assuming this is unrelated to my other rp ))
"So sorry, darling."
Elizabeth smiled softly, heading towards her daughter and scooping her up into her arms from the ground. She held the child on her hip, even though she was getting much too heavy. "But there's not all that much to do when it's raining, now is there? Of course, your brother's gone out, but he's sure to catch a cold."
