Robert Small - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

I always picture my dadsona, who is also a great storyteller, pulling a Robert on Robert with some crazy story. Could I possibly get a react where dadsona convinces Robert that a scar on his chest (that he got doing something really stupid) was the result of an attempted murder? Or something like that?

“You wouldn’t even begin to imagine it, Robert…” (They) sighed, leaning back on the booth’s seat, (their) drink in hand.The man was looking at (them) quizzically, not entirely sure about whatever his neighbour could be about to tell him.“It was way before Amanda; I was a young fella that never thought about consequences. Reckless as one can get, completely ignoring the curfew that had been set for a while.” (They) were staring at the table, deep in thought. “It was Christmas Eve, back when my town was having a bad time with vandals. I hadn’t gone back home, the few people at the campus were throwing a good, wild college party.”Robert wasn’t sure if he truly knew where the story was going, but he fidgeted with his empty glass, listening; his full attention was on (them).“It was my turn to go get more beer, so I went out of campus to visit a nearby store. It was past midnight, and boy was it a bad idea daring going out.”(They) finished (their) drink, sighing deeply. (They) looked Robert straight in the eye before pulling (their) shirt down slightly, showing a scar on (their) chest.The man’s eyes widened slightly, his brows furrowing just a bit. “And that?”“I walked out of the store and this guy that had been waiting by the door grabbed me from behind, his arm tightly around my neck. I tried resisting, but it was useless.He ended up dragging me into a nearby alley, grabbing anything and everything to keep me still. He had my shirt in his fist while he asked for my money.” (They) frowned. “I had already spent it on the beer. It was clear that this man was not stable. He stabbed me, and he certainly had no intentions of keeping me alive.”Leaning in, (their) elbows on the table, (they) made a confused face. “I… can’t really remember much. It’s a miracle that I survived. The store clerk had heard me yelling and he was the one who rushed to help me when the man ran away. I don’t know how im still alive…”

There was a moment of silence, Robert completely still, processing the story that had been told to him.It was quite a shocking story, and to think that such bad luck had come to someone like (them) was unbelievable.

Once he found his voice again, Robert spoke. “[Dad], I-…”“Dude, I did a stupid trick on a skateboard when I was 17 and hit a rail real hard before sliding on rough ground, my skin is just really bad at scarring.”

Needless to say, the look on Robert’s face was one to remember.

Aug/18/2018

Which dads would be most tolerant with their bfs severe anxiety and who would become frustrated with him?

[ (They) refers to Dadsona ]

Most Tolerant Dads: Hugo, Damien, Joesph, Craig.

All these people have enough experience with cases like this, so they are able to both help in a straightforward way yet still being loving and caring enough to not make things worse. 

It might not always help, but they try their best helping (them)

Less Tolerant Dads: Brian, Robert, Mat.

Even if these guys have dealt with one or another way of anxiety, they can get frustrated way easier. But not at (them).

These three guys are more likely to get frustrated at themselves. They feel useless when they can’t help (them) properly and feel like they should be able to do far more.

They try their best when (they) are anxious, but once things have calmed down, these dads have a moment of frustration towards themselves for barely getting it together enough to help in effective ways. 

I love his story so much. It’s so wholesome. <3