deathandoranges asked:
asweetmelodytrickling answered:
Oh what a fun idea! Yeah I think so 🤔 hang on..
(ps, I’ve definitely written something similar to the beginning of this one shot before, but I love the concept 😍)
Bechloe - First Cuddle
Beca stood outside a bedroom door in The Bellas house, anxiously picking at her cuticals. Only three weeks left living here before graduation. Only three weeks left to try to make sense of what had been going around in her head recently.
With a deep breath, Beca brought her hand up and knocked deftly on the door before her. This was about to be a huge deal. She’d been questioning her sexuality more and more in recent months. To the point that she felt she had to turn to the one Bella she hoped could give her the best advice in that particular aspect of her life.
“Come in.” came the voice within and Beca cautiously stepped inside, closing the door over behind her with the hope no other Bella could hear the upcoming conversation.
“Hey.” Beca forced out with a heavy nervous breath. She looked across the room at Cynthia Rose, who peered over her magazine with a curious expression on her face.
“Hey Beca. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Uh…” Beca swung her arms slightly by her sides while she glanced nervously down at her feet, “…I wanted to ask for a bit of advice.”
She glanced up just as Cynthia Rose placed the magazine down quickly on her lap, a curious grin slowly spreading across her face, “Go on…”
Beca swallowed loudly, shuffling gently on her feet while she toyed with her opening sentence. This was all about to change everything. She would finally be admitting outloud something she’d held a secret for longer than she’d like to admit. Admitting it out loud meant it would be truer.
“I’ve…been having some feelings recently…for um…” she paused, her anxious picking resuming while she looked over at her friend. The only lesbian she knew. And she looked back up at the woman, scrunching her nose up she was so embarrassed, “…for the female form?”
Cynthia Rose’s eyes lit up and she eased herself over to the edge of her bed, her smile broadening, “You dig girls now?”
Beca began to panic a little, hearing the words spoken back to her for the first time, and she held her hands up to try to keep her friend calm, “I-I only think I do.”
“Beca.” Cynthia Rose said seriously, rising to her feet and wandering over to her friend, her smile softening, “If it’s something you’re thinking, then it’s likely you do. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I know.” Beca said quickly with a shrug, trying to act casual, but she was still panicking inside. Shit. So it was true. She was into girls.
“You got feelings for a particular girl’s ‘female form’?” Cynthia Rose asked with a kind smile, using quotation motions with her fingers when saying the words ‘female form’.
Beca hesitated, her fingers going numb as her mind immediately flickered to her favourite smell. To Chloe’s perfume. It smelt like summer, and it warmed her heart. Chloe. Chloe was the particular girl she’d been having feelings for recently. And it had been confusing the hell out of her. Because she was Beca. She was straight. She’d had a boyfriend all through college. She was still technically with that boyfriend.
But Chloe. There was something about the way she entered a room that had Beca’s eyes immediately drawing their way over to her. There was something about the touch of her hand whenever she grabbed Beca’s to drag her in a direction that Beca was usually reluctant to go in. There was something about the tone of her snort that pumped from the back of her nose whenever she was laughing really hard. All of Chloe’s natural beauty, all of her ’imperfections’, and the way the woman could almost communicate and connect with her without a word spoken between them, had Beca’s stomach doing topsy turveys any time she considered she might be crushing hard on a woman she considered one of her best friends.
“Uh..” Beca choked out nervously.
“Is it a Bella??” Cynthia offered, her eyes widening slightly at the idea.
Beca’s cheeks flushed pink. God this was the worst. How was she so easy to read?? If Cynthia Rose could read her this well then Chloe was bound to know of her true feelings before too long. She had to pull herself together. To put her walls up and try to forget everything she felt for the redhead.
“Is it Chloe?” Cynthia asked with more kindness to her tone, as though she understood how sensitive this suggestion would be. The Bellas were well versed in teasing Beca and Chloe about how they were like the group’s ‘Aca-Moms’. But Cynthia Rose admitted to herself if she’d have known that Beca actually did have romantic feelings for Chloe, she would’ve stopped teasing and would’ve forced The Bellas to stop teasing too.
“It’s messed up, I know.” Beca admitted finally, bringing her hands to her hips with a heavy sigh, “I have a boyfriend and-and there’s no telling if-if-if Chloe even digs girls too and-and I don’t want to ruin our friendship by telling her about these feelings-“
“-Aren’t you still with Jesse?”
The reality cut the room like a knife as Beca paused her anxious rambling to snap her attention back to her friend. Her chest tightened. Yes. Yes she was still with Jesse. Kinda. They hadn’t broken up. And they still texted. They just lived so far apart it was hard to be like boyfriend and girlfriend when they never saw each other.
“Yeah..no..of course I am, I just…” she paused again to let out another sigh, “…Chloe’s getting me all confused, dude. That’s all.”
Cynthia Rose smiled, amazed that Beca was finally opening up. It’d only taken the prickly brunette four years.. but Cynthia felt honoured that Beca had come to her. She wanted to not only help her friend embrace her newly discovered identity but to also help Beca work her way through her feelings for Chloe.
“What is it about her that does it for you?”
Beca hesitated. She didn’t want to sound mushy. She hated it when people gushed about what they loved about those they cared about. But she still needed some advice from Cynthia Rose about how to handle these feelings. So in a rare moment of self-confessed ‘madness’, Beca squeezed her eyes shut and indulged her friend’s question.
“I-I think she’s…amazing.”
The brunette let out a huge breath of air, her eyes opening with relief to have finally told someone what she thought about the girl who had been rolling around in her head for months now.
Cynthia Rose, however, remained silent for a couple of moments, expecting her friend to say more. But Beca’s eyes flickered around the room awkwardly, wondering why her friend wasn’t reacting. She hated silences like this.
“Anyyyyything else?” Cynthia Rose asked and Beca brought her eyes back to her friend, fearing how vulnerable she must look.
“It’s alright to be open about this, Beca.” the woman added in an encouraging tone, a kind smile on her face, “In my eyes, your bad-ass reputation ain’t gonna die just because you’ve told me what you love the most about the girl you dig.”
A tiny smile poked into the corners of Beca’s mouth. If there was someone she could trust with her ‘bad-ass reputation’, it was Cynthia Rose. If there was someone she could trust to give her advice on girls, it was Cynthia Rose.
“I get butterflies in my stomach whenever I think about her.” Beca mumbled with a coy grin, looking down at her feet nervously. She’d never revealed feelings for someone like this before. “Whenever I’m around her I feel calm and content and safe. A-And I find myself…I-I dunno…drawn to her. Unlike anyone else. I just…”
Cynthia Rose’s smile broadened as she watched Beca pause to let out a heavy sigh. The brunette looked up at her friend and shrugged, tears tainting her deep blue eyes.
“…I-I think I’m in love with her, dude. And it’s fucking terrifying.”
That was definitely not the confession Cynthia Rose was expecting, and her eyebrows rose unvoluntarily. Being in love was a big deal. And a big thing for someone like Beca to admit - even if it was just to a friend. No wonder Beca was looking so scared right now.
“Why?”
“Wh-Why am I in love with her?” Beca mumbled, her brow furrowed slightly in confusion but the woman opposite shook her head.
“No, why is it terrifying?” Cynthia asked, wanting to help her Captain broaden the scope of her feelings.
Beca tugged her bottom lip between her teeth nervously, her heart still hammering away against her chest, “Because I’m still with Jesse. But I’ve never felt for him what I feel for Chloe. That’s why.”
“Feelin’ like you’re with the wrong person, huh?”
The question was just what Beca had needed to hear. Because yes, she had felt as though being with Jesse was like being with the wrong person. That Chloe could be the right person. That was what terrified her the most.
Beca nodded sadly, the huge weight of the revelation now resting on her shoulders. She didn’t just have a crush on Chloe, she was in love with her. Far more in love with her than she ever felt she was with Jesse. She didn’t really feel any sort of love for him any more. Not now she’d addressed the whole Chloe situation in her head and out loud.
“You don’t have to stick by him, Beca. You know that, right?” Cynthia Rose said gently, and Beca cleared her throat, trying to hold back the tears that were building in her eyes, “You can break up with him. Claim it’s the distance or something.”
It did sound simple. Just…break up with the guy!
“Like, it isn’t you it’s me sorta thing?” Beca asked tentatively. Because it was true. It wasn’t Jesse’s fault Beca was feeling like this. But from the look on Cynthia Rose’s face, that probably wasn’t what she’d meant.
“Mooore like - I’ve enjoyed our time together but being long distance has been really hard and in that time I’ve found we’ve grown apart so I think we should break up.”
The bedroom fell silent while Beca revisited Cynthia Rose’s words in her head. Well they certainly sounded reasonable. And it would be the right thing to do. Especially as she was starting to emotionally cheat on Jesse.
“Why don’t you wait until you see him next?” Cynthia advised, and Beca’s eyes widened in horror, “I know the idea of breaking up with him face to face is scary but you can’t break up with your boyfriend of three years over text, Beca.”
Beca nodded slowly in response, though her brain was now worrying about when she was next due to see Jesse. He wouldn’t be back for graduation at the end of the week because he’d already graduated. He wouldn’t be seeing her before they went to Copenhagen - which was where Beca feared she would be at her highest on the ‘secretly pining for Chloe’ scale. It had already been decided that she and Chloe would share a room..
“Is there anything else I can help with?”
The sound of Cynthia Rose’s voice snapped Beca back to reality, the brunette blinking a couple of times to try to remove the image of her and Chloe sharing a room in Copenhagen.
“Uh, yeah I um…it’s movie night tonight.” Beca shuffled awkwardly on the spot again, not knowing what to do with her hands so bringing them back together on her stomach to pick at her cuticles, “Chloe always asks if I want to cosy up with her under the blanket a-and I do, but I say no because…it’s just…”
Cynthia Rose smiled kindly as Beca collected her words and tried to form the rest of her sentence. The petite woman had got it bad for the redhead. And she wasn’t surprised in the slightest. Chloe had always picked Beca out of the crowd. Had always been drawn to her. Had always treated Beca with such care and compassion even in moments when Beca didn’t deserve it due to being in a foul mood or skipping rehearsals. That kindness had clearly found a hook in Beca’s heart and clung to it.
“…I don’t really know how to cuddle.” Beca said in one long exhale of breath, as though this were her biggest revelation to Cynthia Rose yet. Beca looked up into her friend’s eyes with a vulnerable expression. To Beca’s relief, Cynthia didn’t laugh. Her smile didn’t even broaden as though she were trying to hold a laugh back. She just remained silent for a couple more moments, with a kind expression.
“Beca, you just gotta roll with it.”
“Roll with it.” Beca repeated with a nod, “Yeah. Of course.” she added with a casual shrug as though it were no big deal.
“If she offers, you lean over to her, bring one arm behind her back, one arm around the front of her waist, and just…gently hold her.” Cynthia instructed calmly, bringing her arms out into a loop as though there was someone between them. To her it was the most simple thing in the world. She’d never had to give someone a step by step before.
“A-And, where do I put my head?” Beca asked nervously. A question that definitely did cause Cynthia Rose’s smile to broaden this time.
“Probably on the side of her stomach.” she speculated in an amused tone, “Or the side of her boob.” she added, and she let out a light chuckle when the colour drained from Beca’s face. “Well it might be! Try not to over-think things or worry about them.”
Beca’s mouth had gone dry. This all sounded far too complicated now. Chloe had been offering her ‘movie night snuggles’ since they’d moved into this place almost three years ago. But Beca had ever imagined that meant resting her head on Chloe’s boob!
“Just, wait for her to offer. Accept the offer if you want to. Lean into her. Arms around. Rest head wherever. And relax. Enjoy curling up with your crush in a mutually affectionate cuddle.”
Beca let out a huge shaky exhale of breath, thinking over the instructions. Relax. When your head is potentially resting on your crush’s boob. Yeah, easier said than done..
—
Chloe let out a happy sigh as she settled back into the small couch she usually shared with her co-Captain (and secret crush) Beca. She loved movie nights with her girls and was still pleasantly in denial that they only had three weeks left of gathering like this around the TV. Chloe reached behind her, tugging the blanket from the back of the couch and began unfolding it. She turned to her left.
Tonight, as with so many Bella movie nights before, Beca was tucked up against the arm of the couch they were both sat on, her knees up to her chin, staring over at the tv screen. Chloe wasn’t sure why she did that. Why she always sat beside her but kept as far away as possible on the small couch.
While at first it had upset Chloe, back when they’d all started gathering for movie night a couple of years ago, now it was just something that Chloe had gotten used to. She’d always tried to get physically close to her. Had hoped that over the years Beca would eventually warm to her. Become more relaxed. But for however many times Chloe was turned down by the brunette in the ‘cuddle department’ she still offered, even when she knew the answer would be no. Just like tonight:
“Wanna snuggle up, Becs?” Chloe asked in a kind and low tone, completely expecting Beca to react as she always did: with an eye roll and a plain expression that Chloe knew meant “no”.
But to her surprise, her co-captain shrugged, and mumbled a quiet, “Yeah alright.”
Chloe’s heart hammered against her chest as she watched Beca slowly drop her legs down, and shuffle her body to the right until she was in the right position to lean into her. Chloe brought her arm out automatically, and her body felt as though it went slightly numb when Beca’s arms cautiously wound around her waist, the brunette eventually gently resting her head against the side of Chloe’s boob.
Chloe’s breath caught in her lungs while she twisted slightly to bring her legs up onto the couch and to her added surprise, Beca brought her hand from around her waist to guide Chloe’s legs up and between her own, sandwiching them. Beca then proceeded to tug the blanket over their legs a little better, then slipped her hand over Chloe’s stomach once again.
Chloe felt an overwhelming sense of emotion. Beca was…cuddling her. They were actually cuddled up on the couch together for the first time ever.
“Is this comfortable enough for you?” Beca asked, her voice reverberating over through Chloe’s chest where the brunette’s head rested and Chloe had to catch her breath for a moment before replying nervously:
“Uhuh. You?”
“Uhuh.” came Beca’s simple reply and a coy smile washed over Chloe’s face as she looked down at the top of Beca’s head that rested against her.
Beca dared to peek from the TV over to Cynthia Rose who gave her a very subtle thumbs up just as Chloe began tracing small light circles around Beca’s shoulder with her fingertips.
The brunette struggled to work out why she’d gone so many years rejecting this offer. Being cuddled up like this with Chloe felt amazing. And as the movie began, Beca took a deep inhale of breath, adoring the smell of Chloe’s perfume.
She was toying with the idea of inviting Chloe to move up to Brooklyn with her and Fat Amy after Worlds. It wouldn’t be like a proposition to start dating or anything. But it just meant that the next three weeks wouldn’t necessarily mean the final chance they had to cuddle like they. If they lived together after Barden, they could still curl up on the couch together and it not mean anything more than two friends finding comfort sat together.
And although Beca had finally come to the decision that in an ideal world she and Chloe would become more than just friends, she knew the reality contained two very clear facts: Beca was technically still with Jesse; and there was no telling if Chloe was even remotely interested in girls too, let alone with Beca.
With that in mind, Beca settled for peacefully laying on the couch in Chloe’s arms, trying to ignore the way her heart was hammering so hard with nerves and excitement that she feared it would split from within her chest..
Anonymous asked:
asweetmelodytrickling answered:
As you’ve not said what kind of proposal then I’m gonna start at PP2 and go from there 😉
Day 12 - Bechloe - ‘Proposal’
“Hey.” Chloe said in her bright bubbly tone, beaming as her close friend and co-captain hopped up on the kitchen counter beside her. In their hand they each held a cup of eggnog and looked out at the party pumping on before them. The annual ‘Acapella Christmas Bonanza’. Nobody knew what classified it as a ‘Bonanza’ but nobody challenged the title. It was tradition. And it was tradition for The Trebles to hold it.
This year, however, things felt different. Not for The Trebles per say - the party was still being held at their house. And not really for The Bellas either. But for Chloe and particularly Beca, this year’s ‘Bonanza’ felt very different. And it was all because Jesse wasn’t here.
Jesse, Beca’s boyfriend of two and a half years. Jesse who had been the captain of The Treblemakers for two of those years before graduating early and being accepted at a Film School in LA - one of his dreams coming true. And Beca had acted as though she didn’t really care. As though she was happy for her boyfriend. And maybe a part of her was. But Chloe knew Beca. Could read her better than anyone. And she knew that Beca missed him. That she worried they were moving emotionally further apart.
Chloe turned to the woman beside her, watching Beca affectionately while the brunette had a calm smile on her face. She knew Beca wasn’t looking forward to graduating at the end of this school year. Hell, Chloe wasn’t looking forward to it. She was terrified. Terrified of moving away from Beca - the girl she’d secretly fallen for three years ago.
Chloe nudged Beca with her elbow, “So this might be the eggnog talking but…” she paused, waiting for the younger woman turn to her, and as their eyes met Chloe felt a tug in her heart. The same tug she always felt whenever their eyes met like this. She was so in love with Beca it hurt at times. “…I have a proposal for you.”
Beca’s eyebrows rose in curiosity while a smile drew it’s way across Chloe’s mouth. She was nervous about broaching this subject that she absolutely knew she could only pull off if she said it in a fun manner - even though she was fully serious about the subsequent promise it held.
“If neither of us are married by the time we’re 40, did you want to just get married? Like…together? Like…each other, I mean.”
Chloe’s heart felt as though it was about to burst out of her chest while she felt as though a lifetime passed. A small smile poked in the corners of Beca’s mouth.
“You mean if I don’t end up marrying Jesse one day?”
Chloe’s stomach sank. So marriage was something Beca and Jesse had discussed. Something Beca presumably accepted was a part of her future. To be married to Jesse.
But before Chloe could answer and before Beca could say anything more, Fat Amy bounced up to them announcing to Beca that she had to do shots, and the Australian tugged the brunette from the kitchen counter. Chloe watched in disappointment as Beca disappeared from view.
Well there went her opportunity.
— Two and a bit Years Later —
“Hey, remember a couple of years ago in college. When you asked me if I’d agree to marry you when we’re 40 if neither of us were already married?”
Chloe pushed her reading glasses up to the top of her head and placed her ‘So You’re Going To Interview For Vet School’ book down on her lap. Then she turned to her left to see her best friend sat up directly beside her in the fold out bed they shared. Money was tight, and living options were minimal, which was why they shared a bed in a small stuffy studio apartment while their roommate Amy had the double bed nearby. It was cheaper to share rent between three people - though Amy had a lot of IOUs..
Chloe saw Beca looking back at her with puffy eyes and pale skin. The brunette had broken up with Jesse yesterday. Or rather, Jesse had broken up with her - having sources ‘the long distance thing’ as being too strenuous on their relationship. It had come completely out of the blue. And just before Christmas. Chloe was furious with him. Beca was rightfully heartbroken.
“Um yeah?” Chloe replied.
“Did I respond? I don’t remember responding.”
A small sad smile poked in the corner of Chloe’s mouth. She’d completely forgotten about her proposal to Beca. Back when they’d both been in senior year. She couldn’t never have predicted they’d be living like this two and a half years on.
“I think Amy pulled you away before you could give me an answer.”
“Right.” Beca mumbled quietly, looking over at the small Christmas tree they’d put up together last week. “Well is it okay if I accept your proposal?”
Chloe’s heart soared as Beca turned back to her with a small smile and a shrug, adding, “I mean we seem to share a bed and apartment and bills and life pretty well together at the moment. Think how good we’d be at it by the time we’re 40.”
The two best friends shared soft smiles and affectionate expressions as they looked to one another. Neither dared admit it out loud, but they’d both developed some very deep romantic feelings for one another since living so intimately together.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Ms Mitchell.” Chloe said, holding her hand out, and Beca took it to shake.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Ms Beale.”
— Fourteen and a Half Years Later —
Chloe rocked back and forth on her heels, her heart fluttering with excitement as she watched Beca slowly approach her. They were in a beautiful grand room. Everyone around them were Chloe’s nearest and dearest. But nobody was as near and dear to Chloe as her best friend stood before her right now.
“Happy 40th Chlo.” Beca mumbled with a coy grin on her face, holding out a small gift-wrapped box.
Chloe’s heart jumped into her mouth. This was it. The moment she’d been secretly craving since she were in her mid-twenties. Beca was going to propose!
Neither of them had got married in the time since their agreement. Chloe had come close. Twice. To two different men. Beca had become well known for having one girlfriend after another. A ‘serial dater’ as Amy always joked. But Chloe had a feeling deep down it was because Beca was just temporarily filling a void in her life that she expected Chloe to take up entirely once she hit 40.
But to Chloe’s disappointment and confusion, in the small box were a pair of beautiful pearl earrings.
“O-Oh.” she managed to choke out, trying her hardest to hide her heartache, “Earrings. Wow.”
She didn’t dare look up at Beca who was busy looking directly at her face, trying to assess her expression.
And it was the very expression Beca had been expecting. Beca’s heart broke slightly. This hadn’t been part of their agreement. Beca still had two years before she was 40. Sure, she was still crazy in love - secret love - for Chloe. But rules were rules. And who knew if Chloe would find ‘the one’ for her in those two years?
For now, Beca just had to be patient. And she hoped Chloe would be too. Just two more years.
— Two and a bit Years Later —
“Chlo? Can you come in here for a minute?” Beca called out to her best friend.
They and The Bellas had all agreed to gather together at a hotel for Christmas this year. Some had brought their partners and children. Some, who had neither of those, just brought themselves - Beca and Chloe included.
Chloe strode through to the lounge area of Beca’s suite, placing the other pearl earring in her ear before freezing suddenly. Her breath caught in her throat.
Before her stood Beca, alone, by the large Christmas tree. Above her head was some mistletoe. And the brunette had her hands behind her back while she smiled over at Chloe. Beca motioned with her head for Chloe to join her and the woman slowly, nervously did so.
“Hey.” Beca breathed out with a short sharp nervous breath.
Chloe had no idea what was going on and at the same time knew exactly what was going on. Beca had turned 40 just over a month ago. Had refused a party or any form of celebration and worked instead. Had insisted they (she and The Bellas) could all celebrate when they gathered for Christmas in December. This was it.
“Chloe Anne Beale, sixteen years ago you and I agreed to marry each other if neither of us were married off by the time we were 40.”
Chloe managed to hold back a sob at Beca’s words while tears began to build in her eyes. She could see tears shining in Beca’s and it occurred to her just how important this moment was to her best friend too.
“And it’s felt like the longest sixteen years ever. Because truth be told I could’ve married you right there and then.”
Unbeknownst to Chloe, all of The Bellas were peering into the room from the lobby area of the expensive suite, tears rolling down their cheeks. They’d known about this agreement a few years ago when Chloe had ended her second engagement. They all knew how crazy Beca and Chloe were for each other, even if Beca and Chloe didn’t admit it to the other.
“But if anything this long long wait has proved to me that you are the woman I love, and that I couldn’t wouldn’t ever want anyone else to be my wife.”
This time Chloe did let out a sob while tears rolled down her cheeks, a huge beaming smile on her face as Beca brought her hands from behind her back to reveal a small jewellery box.
“So would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” Beca blubbed, sniffing while tears ran down her face as she opened the box to reveal a beautiful engagement ring.
“Yes!” Chloe burst, letting out a watery chuckle as Beca immediately plucked the ring from the box, chucking the non essential bit to the ground before slipping the ring perfectly onto Chloe’s wedding finger.
The two best friends grinned as they looked into one another’s eyes. Then with little more hesitation, threw their arms around each other and shared a deep kiss. Their first kiss. The first of many.
Within seconds their friends had joined them, cheering and crying and congratulating them loudly while they all shared a huge group hug. Later that day - thanks to perfect organisation weeks before by Aubrey Posen - Beca and Chloe got married in a beautiful yet simple wedding ceremony provided by the hotel.
And they lived happily ever after.
is anybody else here like, Extra Gay for girls with freckles? like Any Kind of freckles, like the little splash across the nose and cheeks kind but also the all over ever inch of your body kind and the dark big prominent kind and the only-come-out-in-summer kind and oh boy girls with freckles…….. i am Gay
Freckles look so good on every face honestly if u have freckles pls love them
things that are cute:
“you shouldn’t be attracted to girls.”
ok but consider the following:
kids have no concept of anything. i walked into my kindergarten class and one kid asked me what my name was. when i said miss jones, he said “i like that name. did you know i’m in love with you”
i asked my four year old cousin how old he thought i was going to be at my next birthday and he said 8. im 23
once i told a 6 year old that i had finished school and was doing “more school” [university] and she asked “why haven’t you found anyone to marry then”
We were at a museum and I was asking for the student discount and my nine year old cousin looks up at me with his eyes wide and says “wait you’re a STUDENT??”
I used to babysit these three kids and the eldest who was around 11 at the time was talking about how adults are boring and when I told him I was an adult he said, “That’s not true, you’re my age”
our aunt teaches and she has this story about a little girl who really was always pretty quiet in class and then on the final day of kindergarten she just up and stated ‘i’m all teached now. i don’t need to be teached anymore. i’m done of being teached.’
once when i was 19, I told my little cousin that i was 19 and she looked up at me with huge eyes and went, “Does that mean you don’t have to bring an adult with you to the pool?”
My 6 year old cousin saw me driving for the first time, looked up at him mom and said “does that mean she is married now?”
I watched my dad and my niece (3 at the time) arguing over a pair of pants and whether or not they were also a dress. My neice’s argument was that they were, in fact, also a dress because they were blue.
I asked the kids in my daycare class what they thought I should be for Halloween and this little boy goes, “ooh I know! A pickle! You’d be such a good pickle”
On the first day of class with my favorite student of all time, I said, “Are you okay? You look like you have a question.” And she looked me right in the eyes and said, tremulously,
“Can a piranha eat a stapler?”
One time I was working with a kid and he looked up at me and asked “Do you have a boy?” I had no idea what he was talking about, but I told him that I did not have any boys. He looked shocked and then deeply concerned and said “Well, you better hurry up and shave your arms so you can get married; August is next month!”
I was sitting on the floor with my 3yo niece and we were playing with her younger brother’s alphabet blocks and the O had an octopus on it. So I picked it up and asked her what it was.
“Octopus,” she said, all curls and smiles.
“And what kind of animal is an octopus?” I asked. I was looking for “fish” or “sea creature” but I would have accepted almost anything–”weird,” “gross,” even “slimy.” “Underwater” or “it lives in the ocean” would have also been acceptable.
She looks me right in the eye and says, happy as a clam, “It’s a cephalopod.”
I haven’t been the same since.
One time I was babysitting these kids for the first time, the boy was about 7 and the girl was 5. As I was sending them to bed, they asked if I could babysit again the next night. I said, “No, I’m sorry but tomorrow is my graduation. Maybe another night?” and the little girl asked what graduation meant. Her brother sat up and said, “She means that she’s leaving school and becoming a real person now”.
“A real person… you mean an adult?” I asked.
He said yes.
I was at the library the other day, and my daughter was playing at the Art Table with two other girls. One of the little girls’ mother was near by and said “Aren’t you girls good little artists!”
And the third girl perked up and said “My dad’s an artist!”
The woman smiled indulgently and says “Oh really, what kind?”
The little girl proudly told her “He’s a tattoo artist.”
And the woman. Oh man. Her face just twists, crumples into something nothing short of disdain, and she opens her mouth and says “That’s not…”
“An easy job,” I cut in, looking the woman in the face because really? You’re going to tell a child her dad’s not a real artist. “In fact it’s very very hard, because that art is alive forever on a person, not like on paper. And that’s scary! You have to be really good, to be a tattoo artist. Your dad must be really, really good.”
what kind of person could just try and crush a little kid like that? goddamn.
I was at the library the other day, and my daughter was playing at the Art Table with two other girls. One of the little girls’ mother was near by and said “Aren’t you girls good little artists!”
And the third girl perked up and said “My dad’s an artist!”
The woman smiled indulgently and says “Oh really, what kind?”
The little girl proudly told her “He’s a tattoo artist.”
And the woman. Oh man. Her face just twists, crumples into something nothing short of disdain, and she opens her mouth and says “That’s not…”
“An easy job,” I cut in, looking the woman in the face because really? You’re going to tell a child her dad’s not a real artist. “In fact it’s very very hard, because that art is alive forever on a person, not like on paper. And that’s scary! You have to be really good, to be a tattoo artist. Your dad must be really, really good.”
what kind of person could just try and crush a little kid like that? goddamn.
I see girls treating girls like they’re worthless. I see girls cheating on their girl. like what the fuck? you don’t own her. she isn’t your toy. you can’t just get bored of her and leave for another. that’s just fucked up. you say all these sweet things to get her, then once you have her, you take advantage. if you had any decent sense of morality, you would not hurt a girl like that. love her and treat her like a princess.
