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Tumblr Deleted My Blog for no reason so if you remember me from my Wayward or Moving Out series please spread the word around other Punkflower fans in case they might have been following me.

[creaturefeaturecommando]

No because I’m just starting to think we shouldn’t force white people to interact with black media now because they always somehow come out with the wrong message from it and I really think it’s a psychological thing with them because I’m still baffled on how they watched Sinners and said “Oh yeah Remmick is the main character, the good guy and the hero and the black people in the movie were just,.. there I guess” or you know their “autism” made them only focus and hyperfixate on the movie when there was someone white on screen

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Can we just have a conversation about how black people will always disrespect mental health issues. It doesn’t matter how much as a community we start to heal wounds and start recognizing the importance of therapy, as a community we always go back to playing into ableist ideals every single time.

People with autism and ADHD don’t have choices over who/what they hyperfixate on. Implying that they do implies that people with disorders have control over their disorders or that it’s a “choice” to be disordered when it’s not.

[psychictheater]

So since you blocked me here’s what I have to say since you’re a dumb bitch

Stop hopping on white cock so much. They wouldn’t bend over for you like this. And like I said it’s funny how I’m autistic and a whole bunch of other black people are autistic and don’t use to it excuse hatred or bigotry but as soon as a white person does it it’s perfectly fine in your eyes ? It’s not their autism they’re racist. Point blank simple. And you’re an Uncle Tom.

[psychictheater]

Notes about my No Powers AU:

- Miles is an assistant art teacher, basically a teacher’s aide until he can get his full credentials to become a full time art teacher

- Hobie works at a tattoo studio as a piercer. His band does gigs as a side hustle.

- Miles and Gwen dated briefly junior year of high school but broke up on good terms deciding they were better as friends than a couple

- Gwen is dating Margo

- Gwen does band gigs as a side hustle and that’s how she met Hobie, when they were both competing at the same battle of the bands, she works at a dance studio most of the time

- Margo works in cyber security

- Pavitr works at the same dance studio as Gwen

- Pavitr and Hobie used to date very briefly, as in it only lasted about three months but they broke up on good terms

- Rio and Jeff are alright with Miles dating Hobie but Jeff disapproves of Hobie’s choice in career, always trying to talk to him about ‘shaping up’ and getting a stable and financially secure job. It doesn’t come from a place of malice and Hobie understands that he just wants the best for Miles but it still gets annoying being lectured by a cop, a cop that’s his boyfriend’s father at that

- Gwen is the one that introduced Miles to Hobie

- Miles is the one that introduced Gwen to Margo

- Hobie came to the states when he was 10, with his grandma who had custody of him. His mom abandoned him for her boyfriend, his dad was never in the picture. His grandma shortly got sick and died and he was placed in foster care. He constantly ran away from his foster families, living on the streets until he was about seventeen and moved in with Karl, who was sharing an apartment with Riri, Robbie and Mattea.

- Karl, Riri, Robbie and Mattea all gradually moved into their own apartments with their own partners, and Hobie moved Miles in after everyone left, when Miles was looking to leave home and be more independent and Hobie needed help with rent and wanted to be closer to Miles

- Aaron is still alive, and is actually the art teacher at the school Miles plans to teach at and his mentoring Miles to eventually take over his class when he retires. They keep the fact that they’re related under wraps because other student teachers and aides get mad about the apparent “nepotism” that goes on when hiring new teachers

Any questions?

[psychictheater]

Relationship Weight (Punkflower)

(Hobie starts to gain some relationship weight. Not just because of Miles. But because of Miles and his mother.)

(No Powers AU)

(Hobie is 21, Miles is 19-20)

(Was gonna be part of the Moving Out series but my old account was terminated by Tumblr)

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Hobie stared at the now too small skinny jeans that wouldn’t move past his upper thighs.

“Miles ?”

“Yeah ?”

“You did the laundry last time, yeah ?”

“It was my turn, so yes.”

“I think you shrunk my jeans, love.”

Miles looked up from his phone to see that Hobie was indeed struggling with his skinny jeans. They seemed to be too small for him.

“I don’t think it’s the laundry, babe.” Miles replied.

“That’s the only explanation.” Hobie rolled his eyes.

“It is not.” Miles challenged. “Because if it is, how come the only clothes that have seemed to mysteriously ‘shrink’ are yours when mine are perfectly fine ?”

Hobie had to admit, Miles did have a point. He sighed.

“Then why are my jeans so small ? What else could it be ?”

Miles stared at Hobie.

“Hobie, the jeans aren’t the problem, I just don’t think that you can fit them anymore.”

Hobie stared back.

“Fuck you mean ? I’ve had these jeans since I was sixteen, there’s no way that they just suddenly don’t fit anymore.”

Miles sighed and decided to be blunt.

“You’ve gained weight.” He said, standing up and walking over to Hobie, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Hobie rolled his eyes and let out a ‘Psh’

“That’s impossible, I’ve been the same size since I was seventeen, ain’t no way.” Hobie said.

“And you didn’t have consistent meals until I moved in.” Miles challenged. “Think about it, you used to eat once, maybe twice a day and they weren’t even meals, sometimes you’d just eat an apple and go on about your day but now I cook you breakfast, I make you lunch, I make you dinner and every Sunday we eat at big dinner at my parents house and end up taking home leftovers.” He said “Not to mention the times Mom ‘coincidentally’ makes too much food and brings it over or when she comes over to cook to ‘give us a break’ you’re eating more than you’re used to and you haven’t even noticed.”

Hobie thought about it and what Miles said was true. When he was younger and living on the streets, he survived off of dumpster scraps and some leftovers some people were willing to give up to him. Then when he managed to get a place with Karl, they were both too busy to cook and too broke to afford take out so they mostly just ate peanut butter sandwiches or a bag of crisps.

And then Karl moved out to live with his boyfriend and Miles moved in and everything changed. Suddenly, the fridge was always full and he had actual meals to come home to and was eating more frequently if not constantly. And his body was changing because of it.

“I don’t like this.” Hobie said, crossing his arms. He didn’t like sudden changes in his body, the body he’s been used to for so many years and he didn’t have time or money to put aside for a new pair of jeans.

“You look great.” Miles assured, wrapping his arms around Hobie’s shoulders. “It’s not that big of a deal and it’s about time that you stopped being so stick thin all the time, it wasn’t healthy that you could slip into the same pair of jeans you’ve had since you were a teenager.” he smiled at Hobie “You look healthy babe”

“I get what you’re saying but these jeans have been with me for a long time, I can’t just get rid of em.” Hobie said with a bit of a whine

“We can try to stretch them out if you want or repurpose them, turn them into a jacket or a vest or something.” Miles said, knowing how Hobie never wanted to throw away things when he felt like there could still be a use for them. “That way you can embrace the change and still keep them around, just as something else, you’re not the only one who’s gained a little relationship weight, I have too, it’s a sign of happiness.”

“I guess you’re right.” Hobie said with a chuckle, placing a kiss on Miles’ forehead. “You’re so smart lovey.”

“Yeah I know.” Miles said, leaning into Hobie. Hobie wrapped his arms around Miles and held him close. They remained like that in silence until both their stomachs growled.

“Hey… we still have any of that cake your mom dropped off ?” Hobie asked.

“We should.” Miles said, looking up at Hobie. “You thinking what I’m thinking ?”

“Why don’t you go grab us some while I finish changing into some pants that fit ?” Hobie asked, smirking.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Miles said, letting go of Hobie and running off to the kitchen.

Hobie sighed with a smile of admiration. Maybe gaining a bit of relationship weight wasn’t so bad as long as it was happening with Miles.

[psychictheater]

I don’t have the energy to rewrite Wayward parts 1 and 2. Like I physically don’t have the energy because im so pissed that tumblr deleted my shit. So that’s probably getting scrapped.

[psychictheater]

Baby (Punkflower)

(Miles is entrusted with taking care of Billie for a whole weekend. Not being acclimated with babies, Miles has trouble until his angel in disguise shows up through his bedroom window )

First of all, in his expert opinion, his parents were too damn old to be having another baby, especially when Miles was 18 years older than said baby.

But, his parents were happy so he put on a happy face and rolled with it, helping his mom throughout her pregnancy, helping his dad put together baby furniture and that was alright. Until the baby actually got here.

He loved Billie, how could he not ? She was his little sister and even though he had to get used to her being around the house, it’s not like he disliked her, it was just an adjustment getting used to not being the only child anymore after 18 years.

When he was at home from school, he saw how exhausted his parents were looking after Billie. They were in their forties, caring for a baby for the first time in eighteen years, of course they were exhausted and they desperately needed a break.

So, for their anniversary, Miles reluctantly volunteered to babysit Billie while his parents went away for the weekend.

His mom was, understandably, hesitant and so was Miles, since Miles was only used to watching Billie for a few hours, not a whole weekend, but he assured them that everything was going to be fine anyways.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay Miles ?” Rio had asked. “We don’t have to go, or we could take Billie with us-“

“It’s your anniversary and you need a break, we’ll be fine, besides, she’s like what, five months old now ? I read that’s one of the easier stages.” Miles assured.

“Well here’s the phone number for the hotel, call us if you can’t handle something and we’ll rush back.” Rio had said, giving him a piece a paper.

“We’ll be fine ! Now go on and enjoy your anniversary !”

And now he was here.

Billie hadn’t stopped crying for hours. It was now two in the morning and she had been crying since ten and Miles was losing his damn mind. Part of him wanted to call his parents but he knew they needed this break and he didn’t want them to come rushing back. He gently rocked Billie, even though she fussed and cried. Loudly.

“What is wrong with you ?” Miles asked. “I fed you, I changed you, why are you crying ?”

Just as he was about to give up and call his parents, he heard a faint tapping at the window. He looked over to see none other but his boyfriend, Hobie Brown on the other side, holding a bag and waving before opening the window from the other side and letting himself in, only to flinch when he heard the ear piercing crying.

“Gwendy said your parents were gone for the weekend so I decided to crash but I didn’t know you had the baby with you.” Hobie said, crawling through the window. “She’s cryin’ up a storm, what’d you do ?”

“I didn’t do anything ! She just started crying !” Miles said, obviously frustrated. “I’ve tried everything and nothing has worked and I’m just so damn tired-“

Hobie frowned, seeing Miles’ frustration and the frustration on Billie’s face too. He hummed and gave Miles the bag before taking Billie from him.

“Hey, what-“

“There’s takeout in the bag, figured you’d be hungry.” Hobie said, cradling Billie in his arms as he looked Billie over. “Now what’s up with you ?”

“Look, I’ve tried everything, I’m just going to call mom and-“

“- Oh, there it is.”

Miles looked at Hobie in disbelief.

“Wait, you know what’s wrong ?” Miles asked.

“Mhmm, I’ve seen this before.” Hobie said, laying Billie on the bed, on her back. “Luckily I know how to fix this.”

“Really ? How ?” Miles asked.

Hobie took Billie’s legs and made them move as if she was riding a bike, before pulling them outwards and pressing them against her stomach.

Miles was about to question what he was doing, until he heard the loudest fart he had ever heard come out of a baby.

And Billie had stopped crying.

Hobie picked Billie up, holding her close to his face but not close enough that she could pull at his piercings.

“Bet you feel better now, huh Billie Jean ?” He asked, as Billie cooed and reached to touch his face.

“How did you know that she just needed to fart ?!?” Miles asked, astonished.

“Easy, I felt her tummy and it was all hard and shit so I figured she just needed to pass gas and babies have trouble doing that by themselves.” He chuckled, watching Billie rub her eye and yawn. “Now she’s sleepy. You go ahead and eat your food and relax, I can put her down, then we can watch a movie, yeah ?”

Miles didn’t know why but he became ten times more attracted to Hobie than he already was.

-

Miles and Hobie laid in Miles’ bed, watching The Teen Apocalypse Trilogy, Billie sleeping peacefully between them. She hadn’t stirred, out like a light ever since Hobie worked his baby magic on her and whenever she did scrunch her face up as if she were going to wake up and cry, Hobie would rest his hand on her back and she would be at ease.

“You’re starin’ at me instead of the movie.” Hobie said, snapping Miles out of his trance. Miles didn’t even realize that he had been staring. “What’s buggin’ ya ?”

“It’s just… you’re so good with kids, you’re good with Mayday, you’re good with Billie… “ Miles rubbed the back of his neck. “How ?”

“I dunno, just comes naturally.” Hobie shrugged. “Always had a soft spot for the little ones, y’know ?”

“Would you… ever want to have kids in the future ?” Miles asked, hesitantly.

“Bit early to be thinkin’ bout that yeah ? Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ baby fever lovie.” Hobie teased.

“You’re right, it was a dumb question, just forget I even asked it.” Miles hid his face in his pillow.

“No, it’s not, I’d love to have a little one in the future.” Hobie nudged Miles’ side. “And I’d love it even more if I had the kid with you.”

Miles slowly looked up

“You for real ?” He asked. Hobie nodded. “But I suck at taking care of Billie, I had to have you help me all of the time.”

“I’m for real.” Hobie replied. “I think you’ll be a great dad, once you learn the ropes and parenting requires help anyways so you’ll always have me helping you.”

Miles felt his heart flutter. Hobie wanted to have a kid with him one day ? His mind started racing. What would their baby look like ? What would they name it ? Would they be difficult or easygoing ? His mind started racing about babies until Hobie nudged him.

“Oi, I see you thinking over there. Stop thinking about babies, I said someday, not immediately.”

“But I can’t help it, you put the thought into my head !” Miles groaned. “Now I can’t stop thinking about a future baby with your eyes and my nose and your lips with my hair-“

Hobie rolled his eyes and continued to let Miles ramble, shaking his head and turning his attention back towards the TV.

Although a baby with his eyes and Miles’ nose did sound cute.

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(This is a repost because Tumblr deleted my first account for no fucking reason)

[psychictheater]

So I’m the writer of the Punkflower Wayward Series and the Moving Out series and Tumblr just deleted my blog out of nowhere so i redid it. They let me reuse my username and email so that’s how I know they deleted it.

I’m pissed about it because that means I’m gonna have to rewrite Wayard part 1 and 2 because I didn’t have those backed up but the Moving Out series is gone for good.

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