Poor babies

Tis just some fun. <^\/^>

slayer teaching drift the fire child story (in life's perspective)

Lol. <^\/^>

I love the one at the front. Not at all scared, just excited for storytime, haha. <3

I mean. Stories! Right? <^\/^>

Stories are always fun to share. And that reminds me of a story I recently told a friend!
He discovered the caffeinated lemonade at Panera (a US restaurant chain; the drink has a borderline illegal amount of caffeine in it, and is often kept right next to the safe non-caffeinated lemonades, so be VERY careful if you ever go there), which reminded me of a wholesome bonding time between me and my dad caused by coffee.

When I was a teen, my mom became super strict about my weight and my sweet tooth. However, instead of teaching me self-control or good habits, she was basically bullying me into feeling bad every time I wanted something sweet, which she mainly did when my dad wasn't around, or he would get very angry at her for trying to control my life.
As it happens, I am a very quick learner, so when mom was away and dad was working in his home office, he would start to ask if I wanted a cup of tea, and if I could make some coffee for him while I was using the kettle. It didn't take long to memorize the amounts and method, and soon I made the coffee perfectly every time.
Mom wasn't happy when she found out dad was letting me have my sugary tea, but she didn't want to give up visiting her mom and sister, and dad loved that I made a full pot of coffee and brought him a fresh cup as soon as it was ready, so he kept doing it whenever mom was out and he was working from home.
Before dad started doing that, I had been desperately grabbing every chance I could to have anything sweet, always fearing it could be the last before mom banned me from having sugar entirely, but once dad gave me that breathing room, I even started to make coffee for him without making tea for myself, because I no longer felt like every chance could be my last; I knew there would be a chance to have my sweet tea later, so I didn't need to have it every single time.
So not only did I get to bond with my dad, while helping him during his busy work days in his office, but I learned the self-control in a healthy way, unlike with my mom simply trying to bully it into happening.
I still don't like the taste of coffee, but the smell is comforting to me now, since it reminds me of my dad letting me be myself and have good things. <3

Wow. Thank you for sharing. I'm sure your mom thought she was doing it for a good reason or thought that was the best way. Perhaps a "this is how it was done for/to me. So this is the way!" Sirt of deal. But glad you're dad had your back.

Personally I love me some black coffee. <^\/^>

8O and then he stands up and the credits roll for Forest of the Living Dead .... Doctor.

Lol, but standing up is a bit hard. The puppeteer might be able to move one of the legs with his tail though. <^\/^>

/o3o/ Zombies bruh! Zombie skeletons bruh!

Magic be crazy o3o

bruh :V

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on! Are these a new species of Yinglet?

I'm seeing patagium, telsons and loreal pits!

My goodness! No wonder Dr. Diguy is in such a post-vital condition?

They've been around for a bit. And yes! Many odd adaptations. <^\/^>

I want a yinglet baby

Then just walk up to one, pick him up, and he's all yours! <^\/^>

ok i will take the black one

Haha! Genious!

The theatrical group has many ideas, usually not good ones. <^\/^>