Jan 1, 2018
Day 31- New Years Eve
Youniversity Advent
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Day 31- New Years Eve
Youniversity Advent
Day 3- Snowball fight ||Rospalier
Youniversity Advent He thought just because I’m tiny, tiny that he could take me. That I stood no chance. Welll...
Snowball fighting champion 2017! Also shout out to Ethan for capturing this defining shot!
Day 10: Christmas Future
iIt was of course Christmas and the winter was upon them again. He was on his way down to the address that his friend had sent him. She had been talking to him about how her life was going in the mountains away from the city with her dog-children and her fiancee. It had been long enough since they had gone to school together, so maybe they had done away with their uppity insecurity and tension and they can communicate like civilized adults, especially when they have to set an example.
Matt had seen the little child, attempting to cover her face from the camera, with one eye showing as she was covered in little Christmas lights. Her name was beautiful, just like her and her mother. He had his gift ready for her as he texted her that he was coming up.
Rosanna had been playing with her new daughter and showing her the Christmas tree that her and Mark had decorated. The girl had giggled as she tried to reach for the lights and the ornaments.
“He’s going to be here soon,” Ro mentioned as she put their daughter in her play pen, putting her phone in her pocket, and smiled.
“Who again?” Mark asked, sighing indignantly as he looked up from their dogs as he had just gotten a festive sweater onto Chica, who quickly escaped from his gentle tight hold to her duty of protecting the baby, “I thought you were done with all of those dumb people we went to school with.”
Ro giggled at his grumpiness, “Oh babe, don’t be a Grinch. It’s Christmas, and he said that he had a gift for her,” she said as he walked up to him and helped him stand, fixing his collar delicately and wiping the little bits of dog hair on him from her other baby.
“Why?! Why would you tell him about...her? She’s..ours. Charles Dickens Thoreau Wilde can just..drop off the gift and leave.”
“Mark...come on. Pewds, Shane and Harlen were here. Cry and Joey came by...Emma and her wife. ALL of your friends have come through to hang out for yuletide antics, and I can’t have one of mine?” she asked, doe-eyed as the doorbell rang, “Just..try to be on your best behavior, okay?” She gave him a short hug and the sweetest of kisses on the lips and he fell into it and gripped her waist as she pulled away, looking worriedly at his beautiful daughter. It still got to him that she had carried her so soft and gentle. Then she was here. Her beauty and her personality shining ever bright. And she was always looking to ruin it. Put them in harm’s way.
He had door open and it snapped him out of his mind, “He’s not coming in the house!”
“Heeeeeyy! Oh my god, Matt you look great! Come on! Come in! Come in!” Ro said excitedly, looking at the box in his hand, throwing her tingles into full blast as she hugged him and felt the Christmas spirit get all charged up. “You remember Mark?”
Matt was walking into their house and the overwhelming smell of Christmas filled his lungs- from the air fresheners, the candles, the scented pour pouri and the natural aroma of their 7.5 foot Evergreen. He got a smile when he looked at the fireplace and saw their stockings for the two of them, the lower ones with the dogs’ names, and a small one of their child, “Yeah, of course! I was at the wedding.”
Ro smiled and then paused, they haven’t really been in touch since that beautiful late summer day. Her full beauty on display and the words he had said in their wedding video wishing them the best and quoting Shakespeare about love and a Greek philosopher on togetherness. Her heart swelled. Her cheeks turning pink. “Um!...Oh! Let me get you some cocoa and cookies, Matt. Wait here! Why don’t you and Mark talk for a little?” she said as she looked between them, touching his arm and then scurrying away from the tall men towards the kitchen.
Matt threw his free hand out, “How’s it going, man?” he said a little quieter, Mark just staring down at his hand with disgust and sighing as he turnt away and went to sit on the couch. Matt slowly retracted his hand, clearing his throat as he looked around at all of the homemade streamers and snowflakes throughout the space, “So..how’s it been out here? Rosanna was telling me it was quite the adj-”
“What’d you buy my daughter?”
“Well...huh..I was- uh- hoping to tell you when Rosanna got back-”
“Rosanna’s my wife. You can just say my wife,” he spat, tart, his eyes darkened, “If anything. You’re the one who’s the least necessary in being here.”
“Rrright...um..” Matt tried to play it cool and stuck his hands in his pockets, then noticed a cooing sound coming from the further end of the living room with a noise of a dog sneezing, “Oh! Is she over there?!”
“Don’t go near her.” he simply said, “She’s trying to lay down for a nap.”
“Who? The baby? She’s playing with Chica, unless they both were-”
“Alrighty! Here ya go, Matt. My specialty blend of hot chocolate with chocolate whipped cream and marshmallows with a sweet dusting of powdered sugar, with a little surprise,” she said happily, “How has California been for you? Nothing like home, I bet! Take a seat,” she said as she sat him down on a chair, Mark’s big chair.
“Uh hehe yeah..much different. It’s been fun, though. I’ve really been having fun working for a few friends who have their own film companies and doing a few favors for Maker here and there. We have some great max grossing stuff! One of the last ones is what helped me buy my car to get up here!” he said and both him and Rosanna laughed.
“So...how’s the dating scene?”
“It’s...well it’s not easy. I have just been keeping to myself and banking on a few small dates. I have met this really nice girl now, and uh..yeah, she had to fly home to the midwest for the holidays, but other than that it’s been a great courtship!” he said.
“Oh yeah! Nadine? Or was it Melanie?”
“It was Melanie, yeah. Nadine is just a good friend of mine now. We still play WoW in our spare time, she’s the best.”
“Alright, sounds great!...Lemme get the girl of the hour and you can give her your gift.”
She walks over, striding carefully as she stepped around the resting canine and picked up her daughter, “There she is! There she is! Hello, stinky!...Somebody brought a present for you!” she said in her baby voice as she carried her over.
“Aw, wow...she is..lovely,” Matt said in awe as she sat down with the baby girl in her lap, “Hey there, little girl!..I gotchu something..really really special. I got you a book of poems, something your mom can read to you at night or whenever!” He placed the wrapped gift in front of her and she squealed, hitting the book and lightly before he started unwrapping the paper and she started to attempt to bounce. Mark still steaming in the background, he had called over Chica to pet as the ordeal went down.
“OooooOOO look at the book! You see the book, pretty girl?” Ro said excitedly as he gave her the book so they could see it up close, crumpling up the paper to put in the trash, but sat in on the coffeetable. The baby babbled and cooed as she become overexcited about the shiny cover and its coloring, “Read her some!..I’m dying to hear your cite passages again.”
A Child’s Garden of Verses By Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer fading, winter comes—
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.
All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children’s eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.
We may see how all things are,
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies’ looks,
In the picture story-books.
How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?
“Oh..my god...just as beautiful as I remember!” Ro said as he closed the book, her heart singing, “I will read it to her every night!”
“Yo-you sure? You can always read her Goodnight Moon or something. It all does the trick. I know a cartoon that goes along with the story of these verse written that she might also like,” Matt explained as he sat the book on the table.
“Pshaw! I would want you to read to her! Read her everything! I want her to be just as smart and distinguished,” Ro mused as the baby tried to reach and play with her mothers necklace, Mark finally intervening and taking the girl from her, “Just send us the video, we’ll take care of it,” he was starting to say and then Ro stopped his movements, “Let him hold her, Mark.” He did the smallest of possessive tightenings of his arms, trying to pull his baby away from this..person. Who does he think he is? Just show up out of nowhere, recite poetry and give his child- who can’t even read yet- a book. It felt like nothing had changed and wanted balance restored..or else he wasn’t sure what would become of his wife and his offspring. He will always forgive Rosanna. He knows those people easily confused her. Messed her up and threw her off. She was his and he just wanted to see it in her like he usually does. Guys like him have tried, but he’s never seen her actually want to have them around. How dare he hypnotize her. Manipulate her. Change her. Here he was. Planning to make his little girl, his daughter, his pride and joy- all of his too. He wasn’t eloquent, but he was stronger.
Once Matt left a couple hours later, Mark stood out on the deck, staring into the snow with his daughter watching his sleek car drive off then looking into his girl’s eyes, and seeing one eye begin to darken, like his. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will always be here for you. To protect you from everything...even if you don’t know the dangers...I will always be there. You’re mine and I will do anything to keep you safe.”
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Back to the street, Back to the place // Rosaplier
The first night together after he told her wasn’t all the bad. They smiled, and kissed, and cuddled, but things still felt off when the morning came. He knew she was watching her words, and would be second guessing things, and him, and everything now. He was cautious too, and it killed him. She was the careful one, he let her relax, he made her let go, but he had to be moderated now. He had a doctor to see, and a new editor to train on top of everything. They were in need of this. It was almost a year ago now they tracked up, or at leats close enough to a year to him. He feels like it's been a life time with her. In a good way! She was so familiar, comfortably nostalgic. She needed to remember when it all was perfect. He’d take her back, in a literal sense. She needed to remember it wasn’t always questionable, or complicated, and he wasn’t always this insane. “Ro! We're almost there!” He called back to her, calling down the rock face he had already scaled up. He hadn't specified where ‘there’ was to her yet, but he knew she’d know when they got there. Even if it wasn’t coated in snow like it was. She’d know. He reached his hand down to her so he could help her the rest of the way up.
Rosanna/Mark
Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:Me
Who’s the one to make breakfast:Ro
Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:Ro
Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:Ro
Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:Ro
Who chooses the movies:Me
Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:Ro
Who orders lunch:Ro
Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:Me
Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:Me
Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:Ro
Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:Me
Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:Ro
Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:BOTH
Who cooks dinner:Ro
Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:Me
Who stays up until 2 reading:Ro?
Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:Me
Who kisses their partner while they sleep:Me
Kaleidoscope eyes || Rosaplier/Markiplanna
After a very ridiculous day of cup cake nose smashing, meat platters, grass throwing, and tree climbing Rosanna wanted nothing more than to wind down from the rowdiness that was the University picnic. Leaving the field hand and hand with Mark, she couldn’t help but feel exhausted. However, despite the feeling of burnout she couldn’t help herself, wanting to spend more time with the boy laced between her finger webs. Both deciding the busy day out could easily turn into a cozy night in, complete with stupid jokes, cute canoodling, and video games, video games, video games. As the night grew later and the skies darker, the two cycled through various multiplayer games, bouncing from one platform and console to the next. The sunset, the moon peeked it’s head into the sky, stars lighting the campus grounds in a pretty Summer landscape. Everything was practically perfect.
“Gamma, if you pick Twisted Mansion one more time, I swear to god I will blue shell you so hard!” the tiny brunette exclaimed, small laughs coming out between her words as the two decided upon the next course level of Mario kart 8. “Don’t let my Yoshi fool you, he may be a tiny little dino, but he can pack a punch!” she giggled, yawning at the end of her sentence, covering her mouth, her eyes glazing over slightly.