#permanency

[fosterwhat]

It’s been a year since the adoption and in that year of permanency there has been big emotional growth. One of the things that makes me happiest is that Felix has friends this year. For the first time ever, he has kids coming to his birthday party who are actual, reciprocal friends. It took nine years. Nine years of hard work and social skills building and no, it’s still not perfect. But the child who came into my home unable to play with toys has experienced friendship for the first time. And that’s pretty magical.

[icedivingdrone]

My name is B3LL4

My designated name is B3LL4 and my current task at hand is roaming under the ice in continuous submersion as an ice diving drone.

My story began a year ago when i was chosen to be what i am today, putting this beautiful blue drysuit on and this tight mask on my face after i was given a thorough session of hypnosis~

I can still remember the moment i went under the ice’s surface and i looked up as my entry hole was being closed back up so that i may not escape from what is my new home, being reminded that i had to take slow and steady breaths while i reached my flooded habitat to sleep for my first night under the ice.

From that point forward, i was fully involved in making sure i fully lived under the ice, taking slow, deep and steady breath to make my oxygen tanks last as long as i could make them last for.

I still have contacts with the surface through the radio that’s deep in my brain in order to relay informations and relay my current status to my higher ups but never have i gone back up to the surface.

For as far as i know, i have been living under the ice for the past year as an ice diving drone and i am not slated to come back to the ice surface at any point.

My task at hand will be to train new drones that joins the ice diving drones ranks and helping them get acclimated to their new environments while easing them into the fact that once they go under the ice, they will never see the surface again

(Art by @lukethetightsuitlover​)

[grandmasterreigen]

i know you probably get this a lot, but permanency might be the single greatest work of fan fiction i’ve ever read i am in AWE by what you wrote and i don’t have an ao3 account to comment, but truly.. that is great stuff - you really tapped into what makes reigen him and really shaped such a loving relation between teri and reigen … amazing work 10/10 i know it’s been like two years since you wrote it, but it’s phenomenal

Thank you so much!! It really means a lot 💜 that fic has a special place in my heart and I do hope to continue/finish it at some point, though I've fallen away from the MP100 fandom a bit. But hey, s3 is coming soon, so who knows?? Reigen's a complicated character and it's a lot of fun to explore some of the shades of gray he exists in, and how his flaws shape him/his relationships. Gosh you have me wanting to revisit it again ahahaha! Thank you so much for your kind words!!

[justchamomiletea]

some days I want to be that girl that highlights and annotates and dog-ears her books, writing in my opinions and ideas, no matter how small and incomplete they may be. I want to have someone flip through my pages of my books and be able to have a look into my head; know who I am and what I think. I want people to notice what I notice. But then the other side of me wants to keep my books pristine and precious and beautiful on my shelf, ready to be reread or lent out to be loved by my friends. So they sit there, good as new, empty margins and flat pages, because I am afraid of permanency and the ability for people to see into my brain and not like what is there.

[ask-dinky-dawberry-doo]

If you have the spell under permanency, then it counts as a clothing, right?

[adventuresinfostercare]

Overwhelmed

Ray has been freed for adoption. His parents both signed conditional surrenders at court today.

I have been crying all morning. I barely held it together in the court room.

Any emotions I might have had about Ray being freed have been overwhelmed by memories of and grief for James. I don’t think my grief has felt this raw or this close to the surface since the few months between James’ death and Ray’s birth.

So, I did what I used to do during those months: I went to the cemetery where James is buried. (That also happens to be the place I was when I got the call asking me to foster Ray.) James is buried in a beautiful rural cemetery that is maintained by the town. Unfortunately, it is closed during the winter months - the town doesn’t have the equipment or capacity to keep the narrow roadways clear of snow. So I pulled over for a few minutes, then headed to the parking lot of the nearby Catholic church, where I sit now typing this out on my phone.

I know I will eventually feel the joy everyone will expect me to feel about Ray’s impending adoption. Maybe that time will come as soon as tomorrow morning, when I enter the nursery to greet my dear, smiling baby boy. Maybe that moment will chase away the shock and horror of a similar morning not quite two years ago. Maybe.

Hopefully.

But for now, I need to just feel what I’m feeling. I need to let the memories of my first baby wash over me, and deal once again with the pain of his loss. And I can’t help but think of the joyful adoption day James never got to have.

I know the joy for this baby, my sweet Ray, will come. But today is hard.

[words-like-waterfalls]

No. 12

The permanency of stickers

Has always made me anxious

How do you choose

Where they will live

Forever

Once they’ve been stuck

They’re there for good

Removing them

Ruins them for good

But never using them

Keeps them from their

Intended purpose

But I guess

I’ve never been comfortable

With forever