She/her. Queer. Trash as old as time. Always into animation, Star Wars, Tangled, Beauty and the Beast. Currently Critical Role, TLOVM, Miraculous, Good Omens.
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ND Stevenson’s own artwork, published on his old tumblr, not included in the graphic novel || Close up of one of the promotional posters for the Nimona film
I have never seen anything with Vesper in it, I totally just made this whole scenario up, so if we know anything about toddler Vesper and it doesn’t match this *shrugs shoulders* sorry!
“Alright, which color did we decide on?”
Percy is sitting at his kitchen table, the one in the actual kitchen and not the sprawling, ostentatious one in the dining hall. This one is a regular four-seater, much more casual; it was there as a prep station for the cooks, but when it wasn’t needed for its intended purpose, the de Rolos enjoyed use of it for other things.
“This one, Daddy!” Little Vesper, no more than three, came toddling up to the table with a small bottle in hand. The glass is clear, showing the purple liquid inside.
“Purple!” While Percy’s voice gives excitement, his eyes–which find his wife coming in behind their child–give apprehension. “That is a…bright choice.”
“It could have been worse,” Vex says, grabs Vesper underneath the armpits, sits down adjacent to Percy , and settles the toddler in her lap. “She almost went for yellow.”
“Purple is amazing then.”
Percy places his hands on top of a towel they had the smarts to place down before the painting began, and Vex helps Vesper with the lid. Their usually rambunctious toddler becomes quiet and focused as Vex helps her with the first nail only for Vesper to shout, “I can do it!” and refuse help for the rest.
Percy simply sits like a model canvas, watching his daughter with a warm smile. He recognizes that quiet focus, her little tongue sticking out as she tries to paint in the lines. She gets that focus from him and he can only hope that she is able to direct it where she wants, not where she is forced to by trauma and circumstance.
It takes a good forty minutes, the sun beginning to set through the few small windows, but finally the last nail is painted and Vesper carefully puts the top back on the much emptier bottle before she throws her hands in the air.
“All done!”
Percy leans forward as Vex curls her arms around Vesper in a big hug, getting a good look at his nails. Yes, they are a deep, royal purple, and while she did pretty good for a toddler, his cuticles and some skin around his nails are painted too.
“Excellent job, dear. Now,” he holds his hands up like a surgeon who has just sterilized their hands, “how long do I have to wait before I can actually use my hands again?”
the saddest sight in the world is a married couple at a musical and the wife is super excited and happy and the husband looks like he was dragged along and he’s making a big deal about how much he doesn’t want to be there and the wife gets embarrassed or ashamed. this isn’t a funny post, it’s actually heartbreaking and i see it happen at like every other musical i attend.
Yeah, as an usher what makes me sad is when I see wives clearly dressed in their Sunday best, beaming and buying merch and smiling at me as I hand them a program, toting some guy dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt who declines a program. And that’s at least a quarter of the couples who come in or more. Like come on man, she really loves this stuff, can’t you try to enjoy it for her at least?
About as bad as when you see a big-eyed kid who looks like this is the greatest day of their life, all excited to see this show, and their parent/grandparent/aunt/Cousin/Friend/whoever they convinced to take them keeps making fun of them and saying how dumb or ridiculous they’re being. For Gods sake, this is a person you care about and this is a thing that means a lot to them. Smile, get off your phone, and be happy for them.
This goes for ANY loved ones’ interests. Doesn’t matter the interest, doesn’t matter the loved one. Example: my hubby loves airplanes. He works in the aviation industry. He basically has avgas flowing in his veins. No matter where we go on trips, he’ll find an aviation musuem. I don’t mind aircraft museums, but he will literally stop and take photos of rivets. Seriously. One time I was with him at the National Air and Space Museum and I had my nice DSLR camera and he asked if I could take some photos of the seams of the SR71 with “your good camera,” and you know what? It wasn’t my favorite subject to photograph, but I gladly did it because it made him happy.
BTW, we’ve been doing this for the 30+ years we’ve been together. He comes with me to symphonies and art galleries and lets me have the remote during hockey season to the point where he’s now a fan. I know he’s daydreaming about airplane engines a majority of the time, but he’s there and trying and I love that about him.
So yeah, be present for your favorite people and make an effort. It will pay joyful lifelong dividends you can’t begin to imagine.
I do not give a shit about yoga or education. My sister loves yoga, my mom is in love with her teaching job with her whole self. You better believe I will get excited about that shit. Least I can do for the amount of times they’ve listened to me fangirl various media properties.
