Oh w-wow, people can be so immature. I’m sorry to hear that- not that you have a kid, j-just that people labeled you for it.
Yeah, people are assholes must of the time. It's fine though, I have a fairly thick skin now.
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Oh w-wow, people can be so immature. I’m sorry to hear that- not that you have a kid, j-just that people labeled you for it.
Yeah, people are assholes must of the time. It's fine though, I have a fairly thick skin now.
No Accents, No Problem || Heidi & Brendon
The sound of a lighter being flipped open along with the short scrape of it being lit was all that was audible through the somewhat warm Spring air. Although the occasional door shutting from people getting out of their cars, it was mostly a quiet day. Brendon stood outside the movie theatre with a cigarette between his lips as he waited for an arrival. Supposedly, they were made to see the new Captain America movie, and to be honest, this would probably be the only way he would ever actually get out to go watch a movie. He felt too busy, for whatever reason.
He let out a heavy sigh as the smoke left his mouth as a white cloud and faded into the air, just taking the time to take in his surroundings. This had to have been the first time he’s been to this cinema. Of course it was - it took him quite awhile to even find the place. Though, that could’ve been his horrible sense of direction. Taking another breath in of his cigarette and holding it between his index and middle finger, he turned his head to see a familiar face heading his way. He brightened up before he exhaled more smoke again, feeling a bit relieved that he wouldn’t have to stand their by himself much longer. "Hey, Heidi,"
It took Heidi longer than she'd admit to find the theater. Though she wasn't exactly new to Cromer anymore, she still had a lot of exploring to do, and the movies weren't exactly high on her list. Usually such a planner, she thought she'd spotted the theater on a walk with Hannah, but it turned out she was very wrong. Still, she found her way finally, and let out a relieved sigh when she spotted Brendon.
"Smoking kils," she spoke, cocking an eyebrow. Her tone suggested she was teasing, but her words were serious. The nurse in her wanted to pull up a picture of blackened lungs on her iPhone and show it to him, but the normal part of her knew to let it go. It wasn't like it was a huge deal anyway. Besides, anyone who smoked always looked pretty hot to Heidi. She smiled to break her own teasing character, then tipped her head toward the building. "Sorry it took me a million years to find this place. Still sort of new, I guess. Did you get your ticket already?"
That’s when you have t-to jump out the last minute and scare the absolute crap out of them when and if they so happen to walk b-by. Sounds about r-right. I’d hope so, her being your mom and all. I a-actually think my mom was the crazy one, and I just got use to it.
You are a bit of a hide and seek genius. I mean, not that the game is very complex, but still. Takes a bit of strategy. God, my mom has had to adapt to so much crazy from me. I'm just flattered she doesn't bang on the door when I'm in the shower to tell me to stop singing.
You’d be the b-best ever at that game, bottom line. Who doesn’t? What does she usually say after that, b-because you can’t say ‘no’ to an objection.. unless she says ‘sustained’, I guess. I find myself saying the rights out loud if I watch too much, it’s just h-horrible.
I do really like winning, but I don't want people to think I just like, died or something. She just sort of looks at me and sighs and then repeats her request. She's used to my craziness, for the most part anyway.
Exactly, no one would suspect a thing that way. Of course, that way it wouldn’t just simultaneously c-combust one day and that it looks pretty damn normal, too. It would be. I swear to God, t-two episodes of Law & Order and I feel like I’m ready to r-receive my first case right then and there. With or without everyone bad having accents.
It'd be a good hiding spot for like, hide and go seek, too. Although...maybe a little too good. If I watch shows like that for too long, I start using like, law jargon in my everyday life. My mom tells me I'm on my own for dinner and I decide screaming 'OBJECTION' is the appropriate response.
Ah, the bookcase is a good classic. Nice. I think h-having the fireplace one would be pretty c-cool to have, too, you know, flip a switch and just have a staircase appear from where the wood is suppose to b-be. Not a thing.
Oh hell yeah! Plus like, you could light a fire to keep people out. You'd have to make sure it was all fireproof and like, up to code and whatever. But it would be awesome if everything worked out. We're like, super sleuths. I've always wanted to be a detective!
Dude, who doesn’t want their own secret liar? I would totally have that one button y-you press to open a trap door and you can just slide down into it. That w-would be pretty sweet. Oh, right, it is. We s-should, I am all for it. Those accents will not get past us!
I would want one that was hidden in a bookcase. You know like it turns around and oh hey there's a secret lair! Alright, good! Nothing will get past us. Ever.
Right? Like you should just sit down hand have a normal cup of tea with them and d-discuss about the weather to one another, but maybe, just maybe - they may have a secret liar in their basement. You d-don’t know that. I guess we’re going to have to. We may as well get busy. What movies are coming out soon anyway? Oh, t-thank you.. That’s usually it, yeah.
Damn, I wish I had a secret lair. That would make my life so much more interesting. Well, Captain America's coming out really soon, right? Like, Friday or something. We should go see it and get mad at the inevitable evil Brit together.
Exactly what I find myself wondering on a daily basis. It’s always either British, Russian and or German, and I can understand why the German and Russian a-accent can be intimidating, but.. I don’t even know. Maybe it’s something the whole m-movie making business is in and us as an audience aren’t suppose to get. Yeah? Maybe it’s j-just me, but I don’ think soundin’ like I sit in my trailer all day long is very sexy, darlin’. Stereotypes can b-be quite funny, I think, but a lot of people find them offensive. Me too, h-honestly. It’s just jumbled up words and it doesn’t make a lot of s-sense.
German and Russian are so harsh, but British seems like it should be sweet and soothing and yet I get all suspicious whenever I hear someone with a British accent in a movie. Like I know to watch out for him or something. I guess the only solution is for one or both of us to become movie making people. I don't think you sound like you sit in a trailer! I think it's pretty cute, honestly. Well that's probably because stereotypes are usually pretty offensive, even if they might be true.
Or bad guys in general, they a-always have to have some accent that’s quite heavy and I want to know why. Is it more intimidating or what? Seriously, because this is one of those big questions that d-demand an answer. We’re not to bad, I suppose. More country than I would like, but I’ve lost that more so when I m-moved around a little. Everyone has s-some sort of an accent, I believe. It just d-depends on how much you romanticize it. Right? Like, I doth hail from the whimsical land that is Louisiana or something.
I honestly can't tell if I find it intimidating because of the accent, or because all villains seem to have an accent and that's what I've been conditioned to believe. Now I'm sort of freaking out. Hey, girls like country boys. I think. I don't know, it seems like an accurate stereotype. God, I'm just really glad we don't talk we're in some Shakespeare play anymore. I like to think I'm a pretty smart person, but I can never understand what the hell they're talking about.
Fantastic. Oh, I’d add on why are all villains portrayed by Brits, because that’s something I’d really like an answer to. I think one of my friends said it last time, o-or I heard it on TV somewhere. Either way, I miss some of that slang. Not all, d-don’t get me wrong. Just a few. I’m from good ol’ Louisiana. Hail j-just sounds like you’re asking a king or a queen where they come from, to be honest.
Oh, that's a really good question! If we don't get a response I'll show up to the offices myself and demand an answer. Louisiana has a good accent, too. Everything always seems nicer in an accent, I guess. It does! Like the answer would have to be some medieval castle or something.
Yeah, t-that’s why I like it, too. Back home p-people knew me as the ‘Beliveau’s daughter’ - my parents are both really successful lawyers so it was like I wasn’t my own person, you know?
Ohhh, yeah. I was just known as that girl with the kid. Neither are good descriptors. But hey, we're here now. Although I still probably could be known as the girl with the kid.
Crying is pretty much a guaranteed win for the kids, though it’ll probably have a lesser effect on us when they’re seventeen years old and begging for the car so they can go to a party. Yeah, parents are total softies at heart, though, and kids definitely take advantage of it. Oh, really? You’re one of the lucky ones! Cello’s a good kid and all, but even with both me and my wife, half the time it feels like he’s got us outnumbered.
I mean, crying still comes in handy as an adult. No one knows what to do when someone cries. Oh yeah, I'm incredibly lucky. His father used to help, too, but he decided not to move with us. He'll visit and all, but he's got his own life to lead. But I think a pretty big part of it is that my grandma is so in love with her that she spoils her rotten. It's getting to be a problem.
It’s like you try to lay all these ground rules so there can be some vestige of order in your life but then they start crying and all of that goes out the window. With Marcello, if he starts crying for real and I let it go on, he’ll forget what he’s crying about but he’ll keep on crying. Then you’ve got this inconsolable toddler on your hands and it’s an absolute nightmare. But at least he’s out of the Terrible Twos now. How’s that going for you?
It's like they know that the crying is bound to work at some point, so they just keep going and going until it does something, even if they're not sure what the mission at the start was supposed to be. They're really devious sometimes. Too bad we love our kids enough to appease them, huh? You know, everyone always talks about the terrible twos, but I don't know. Aside from like, learning how to get around by herself, and the semi-frequent tantrums, she's not that horrible of a kid. I have a good amount of help from my mom and grandparents though.
Perfect, then! Oh, I always feel like I should write one of those and then I get home and c-completely forget about it. Great, you think that sounds aggressive enough? I think it’s pretty intimidating, to be honest, it will totally get recognized. Oh, my God, I h-haven’t heard that word being used in a sentence in so long. Me too, s-sometimes, but I think that you sound perfectly normal. I’ll get asked where I’m from or.. where I ‘hail’ from. I’m p-pretty sure that’s the same thing, right?
I think it's just assertive enough to work and not get ignored for being too radically against it. Feel free to add something though, since your name is on the bottom. I think the last time I heard it, I was the one that said it, and it was definitely ironic. I mean, I think I sound pretty damn normal, too. Where are you from, actually? I refuse to say hail, I can't lose my California charm.
Oh man, kids are great at that look. My son’s gotten really good at fake crying recently because he knows me and his mother will cave first and give him what he wants.
Fake crying, oh my god, what a brilliant little kid. I hope Hannah never figures that out. I try not to give in too easily when she cries, but it really hurts me to see her tears over something as trivial as a cookie.
He’s three and enjoys getting into everything.
Mine's two and she's the same. Not mud, though, thank God. But if the TV's not on with some Disney movie playing, she's running around the house wreaking havoc.