Finished~ Markimoo lookin’ Dapper AF! Congrats on the award, love. You may not feel like you deserve it, but 15 million people say otherwise. <3

Ahhh! I completely forgot about Monsters Uni, I’ll make sure to add these on my list ^^

thanks! 

>For @classiplier

Context: After a move to a farmhouse in the New England countryside, erwin Smith finds some of the previous inhabitant’s possessions in a closet under the stairs. WIP.

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“Do we really have to move?” Erwin whined and pouted, though he’d never admit it, kicking at the back of his father’s seat. It was a moot point, though; the old Honda minivan had already pulled up to the front of the farmhouse that Erwin’s father joyfully called their new house. Erwin refused to think of it as such; that would make it too permanent, and in his little eight-going-on-nine year old heart, he was still holding tight to the belief that it was all a big mistake, his father would be given back his teaching position at the University of San Francisco, and they’d be laughing about it on the long drive back home.

“Don’t be like that,” his father said, smiling gently as he opened Erwin’s door. “Come on, why don’t we go and see your new bedroom, what do you say, buddy? I’ll bet you it’s a lot bigger than your old one!”

Erwin crossed his arms tightly over his chest, but hopped out of the car anyway. The gravel of the driveway crunched beneath the soles of his shoes as he followed his father desolately up to the front door. The moving van full of their things pulled up next to their car with an exhausted sigh; Erwin knew exactly how it felt. It had taken them ages to transport everything from one end of the country to the other, and Erwin was achy and cramped from sitting cooped up in the backseat, squeezed in next to cardboard boxes of his father’s books. He hadn’t even had his favorite Captain America figurine to distract him. It had gotten packed away in one of the boxes, somewhere, and, finally caving in to his relentless pouting and begging, Erwin’s father had bought him a new one in a store halfway through Kansas. But it wasn’t nearly the same, and Erwin only held it dejectedly as the fields and buildings and fields again whipped by the window.

His father was fumbling with the keys to the front door, and finally got it open as Erwin trudged up the creaking wooden steps. They were in a state of disrepair, the planks starting to rot soft beneath Erwin’s shoes, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. He missed their apartment in San Francisco fiercely, with the doorman named Rosso who always gave Erwin a butterscotch candy when he came home from school and the fuzzy teacup Yorkie in 137B who had a different sweater for every day of the week. San Francisco had his friends and his classmates and his favorite teachers, and Erwin glared at a network of cobwebs that were knit silvery through the beams of the porch rails as though they were singlehandedly to blame for the move to the New England countryside.

The inside of the new house looked like one of those fixer-upper houses that Erwin’s mother had liked to watch: the wallpaper was peeling in spots, faded in others, and the floorboards were warped and creaky as Erwin stepped over the threshold. Dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight that trickled in through smudged windows, and Erwin had to stifle a sneeze or two as he followed his father up the staircase to look at his new bedroom.

Not a day goes by where I don’t think about Glass Houses. Someday, I’ll read it straight through…maybe over Christmas holiday… . 

Yes! I remember that hella long review fondly. It was gorgeous and I really adore comments like that, where they’re so long and thick and juicy (I stg I am not describing a dick) that it takes you a good minute or so to read it. 

When I was in high school I also volunteered at something similar (I was volunteering to teach an art class, watercolors and origami and stuff like that). 

I’m glad that I was able to write something that’s helped spark awareness about something important. Thank you for reading/supporting my stuff! 

xoxo, M

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