#this was....

But today I combined the ingredients for the sauce and just kinda looked at it like....

Mmm no that doesn't vibe......

“ we have an unconscious jane doe, appears to be in her mid-twenties, suffering from abrasions to the face, neck, and body, pulse rate 145 and climbing, substantial blood loss due to a stab wound under the left lung, hold on hold on– dammit, vitals are crashing– flatline ”

july 5th, 1:32 a.m.

“ look look look she’s conscious– ma’am try to stay still, you’ve been injured, but you will be okay just again try to stay as still as possi– shit, she’s crashing again ”

For Cal’s birthday maybe the doves decide to go on a little trip with the kids and end up on their way to a lake house which is erm a v long 8 hours but hey it’s a road trip😁 which involved them all having to get super early something that is never good for Dovey nor Elly cos they love their sleep 😤 so they’re all in the car Calum & Charles both having to deal with their grumpy girls but not for long as they eventually doze 😌 Charlie making cal play his fav playlist aka the throwback playlist cos who doesn’t love old 1D and Jonas brothers songs. The cars filled with snacks and cozy blankets for the doves early trip. Maybe they stop at McDonald’s for some fries as well cos those fries are good. And with all long car trips result in Dovey feeding Calum all the food cos after the one time Calum made the mistake of driving with one hand, Dovey made him swear not to do it again - not that he’s composing he loves it when Dovey gives him attention 🥰

Stopping at a random diner cos they’re all hungry and no one wants to deal with a hangry Dovey or Elly for that matter. Charles and Elly settling for pancakes that are stacked way too big for them 😧 They are in pancake heaven whilst the doves are consuming all the coffee they can get their hands on cos they still have an extremely long 5 hours to go with they ✨lovely ✨ offsprings. And after having a meal that could be fit for a queen they’re all off on the road again. Dovey offering to drive but Calum just makes a comment about how he’s fine and that not everyone needs an insane amount of sleep which results in Dovey slapping his arm and turning back to sleep😌 but then Calum makes the wrong turn and their stupid gps is leading them the wrong way so ofc Dovey has to be woken up from her nap to save the trip 🙄 calums freaking out the kids are freaking out Dovey is losing the will to live but eventually they find their way back on track that is until the car starts running out of gas... even tho Dovey reminded cal to fill up the tank... which then results in a scared Calum... which also results in another little slap on the arm and that’s not from Dovey but from their two kids who just really want to go to the lake house and are tired of papa and his silly mistakes🥴

On the way their Charlie and Elly are asking their papa so many questions on whether there’s monsters in the lake, Elly teasing Charlie about how mr tortillas long lost family are gonna come and take him back which leads to Charlie crying and Dovey having to sit at the back comforting him. Eventually after the tears, snacks and many MANY questions the kids are asleep giving the doves that somewhat alone time 🥰 and maybe they’ve only got a few hours left on the road, Doveys hand in Cal’s curls playing around with it whilst they reminisce on the past few years and how birthdays went from just the two of them to their family of 4 and they couldn’t have had it any better way 😌

Anyways that is a little road trip ask that has been in my head for a few days cos I would like nothing more then to be the doves on their very joyful road trips 😌cos let’s be honest they would probably have a top tier playlist and don’t even get me started on their carpool karaokes also there may or may not be a 1D reference in there 👀 I’ll see if you get it lmao & if there are typos... I do not see 😵

long ask anon back at it again with making me want to scream 🥺 i can’t add anything to this because it’s perfect and a great way for calum’s birthday to start 🥺

the thing that stood out the most to me (besides the 1d and cuteness of baby doves) was the image of dovey and calum finally being able to have alone time with the little ones asleep in the backseat. dovey’s hand in calum’s curls while they talk about the past and how much things have change. maybe due to all the pit stops and the wrong turns (thanks cal 🙄) the sun is starting to set on that fine january evening and the sky looks so pretty but dovey doesn’t think the sunset could ever compete with how calum looks right now with his pretty curls tangled in her fingers and his smile causing wrinkles near his eyes.

hey. thanks for the ask..?

I can sadly say that I can not smell ants. rae why are you distressed?? this is clearly a superpower and you should appreciate it more.

This is an interesting question that’s taken me several days to answer. Writing is hard. It’s grueling work mentally and emotionally. It can leave you feeling entirely exhausted though you haven’t left your desk in twelve hours. And sometimes you sit down the next day, reread what you’ve written and you hate it so much you delete it and start again. 

When I first got this question I actually stopped and went “I don’t even LIKE writing.” That’s not true at all, but it becomes so clogged with that negative exhaustion that it was difficult for me to really grasp onto something I did like about it.

I guess it comes back to why I started writing in the first place. (Fair warning, I might be dropping a bombshell on people that regularly talk to me online and I’m sorry if you feel like I should have told you sooner instead of outing myself in front of everyone lmao)

I have non-verbal autism. Meaning I can’t talk very well in real life, and there are times where I can’t even talk at all. Despite having all the thoughts I need planned out in my head, there’s a disconnect where I can not get them out efficiently, in the correct order, or at all. It’s extremely, extremely rare that I initiate any kind of conversation, and unless I’m info-dumping, scripting, or talking about a special interest, my responses to people are abnormally short and seemingly non-engaged. Thankfully, I’ve gotten better over the past 5 years or so, but it’s still a massive struggle to deal with.

Because I had no way to communicate my needs or emotions as a child, I started to write them into stories. If I was sad, I’d write about something upsetting. Happy? A story with a warm-hearted subject. Depressed or psychotic? Something unsettling or disturbing. You get the picture.

And of course, it worked. People were understanding me better through my writing than they were through my speech. I discovered I could have an influence on people instead of being that quiet kid in the corner all by himself.