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Today my job is being cheerful. See me be cheerful and gay! Well..you're not allowed to see me being gay. But you can imagine it if you want you kinky devils. Peter, you just keep your mouth shut!! (he doesn't need to imagine, he can remember...)

Aaaanyway, I spend the afternoon with my mumsie who is brilliant as always, and quite good at the kicks up the bum. I'm still messed 'round in the head, but I think...I think I'm at least headed in the right direction now. Thank everything for best friend compasses and loving spouses.

And Peter gave me a bank account. In order to do this, he had to get me identification. I'm now officially Ashley Thomas Bigglesby. The world is SO not amusing...

Evey and I went for a walk. We're going to jog next week because I have to do that..staying healthy thing and Evey is like taking a shot of energy just watching her... (orange is my colour, you all know it...)

Hahaha, I'm such a tool!

Brooding pose number one, check it, foo.

Brooding pose number two. I call it 'Solace with an ounce of hope'.

And here's where my older brother outbroods me. Bastard!

And here he is trying to grope an old French man? I honestly have no idea what this photo is, but I found it at Mums' and it made me giggle.

And here he is outbrooding me AGAIN! Ignore the weird lines, it did that when I resized it. I fail at piccies.

So. Keep me cheerful, y'all!

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I wasn't going to say a word!!

Mostly...

Haha, Bigglesby. Oh, Thomas, that is my favourite thing.

You were too!

Haha yourself, Petunia! You named your daughter after me!

Oh right...

Ahem.

Nice brooding.

Thank you, I honed it myself!

Honed looks like horned...

Are you getting at something, Buttercup?

I'll tell you when you're older, Sweet Cheeks.

See, that's what the bitchin' cane is really about. To make people think Mums wouldn't really be able to reach their arses with her foot. But she can. Oh, how she can. It's so good to see you feeling cheerful again, Thomas. I thank everything for loving spouses as well! Especially ones who aren't afraid to wear that shade of orange.

Joe really is good at getting his brood on when he wants to! He could be a tortured artist, and recite poetry in bars... or something...

Hey, that shade of orange is bitchin'! You wouldn't lose me in the park and who would want to lose me in a park! I'm awesome!

And yes, Mums has good foot-arse coordination...

He's got the sandals already, clearly.

Did you see my phone picture?! Huh, huh, did you?!

Fair point! I wouldn't want to lose you anywhere, and with that jacket, I certainly won't. I'll be sure to be more grateful for the jacket from now on!

Hehe, foot-in-arse.

All tortured artists need Jesus shoes? (Excuse my irreverence, it must be my upbringing.)

Oh, how I saw your phone picture. You have Peter-hair.

You just might wake up dressed in the jacket one day because you married an evil man, you never know!!

Is that like...her tribal name?

I used to have Jesus shoes! All monks and tortured artists need Jesus shoes (Hey, I'm with you, Babe!)

Dude, don't mock the do! I'm punishing you for that.

But you're so much bigger than me! I'd never find my way out! Or I'd think it was a very bright blanket...

Foot-in-Arse of Clan Chumbawumba.

Ah, now I understand! So Jesus shoes run in the family, hmm? I guess it's just a good thing none of you became a carpenter. I can't really see Ellie getting into the lathe...

Watch me tremble before you punishment. No, really...

Oh geez, I took that wrong in so many ways... (Am I really that big?!)

Hah! Please say that out loud to her! I think she'd be slayed by the cute!

Apparently they do! HAH! Yes...I don't think any of us were destined for that... Oh god, I have to find a job. Bloody hell, the only thing I'm good at is praying, gardening, chanting, and breaking the rules so I have to go on stupid punishment diets...

Don't worry, that is not included in your punishment. And I do intend to watch you tremble.

Hahaha, well! That was your mind, not mine! (I think it's as much to do with me being tiny as you being big...)

Oooh, I do love to slay with my powers of cute! I'll keep it in mind!

Well, you don't have to jump into the world of gainful employment straight away. I understand and admire that you want to, but you have plenty of friends and family to help until you find something you really want to do. You could even study instead, if you wanted to. There's no reason at all why you couldn't be a mature age student. The possibilities are endless.

Mmmm, I do love your plans, my dear.

My mind is awesome, clearly! (You're so cute!)

Yes those!

Study? I don't know if I have the patience. Says the monk...? I don't know. I was never one for...books and shiz. Except The Book and it and I no longer get along because it lies and now if I like another book and that lies too, I'll be quite annoyed. (Harry Potter is real, right? I can't live in a world where Sirius Black doesn't exist...) And I know I don't have to do anything right away, but the thing is...I have to eat now. Before if I didn't, it didn't matter. Now I'm going to be a big drain on everyone I love until I do something about it. Or...starve, which I know you all will never let me do.

I could be a house-husband and raise the babies!

Clearly indeed, my love!

Thomas, you're not a drain of any kind, let alone a big one. Honestly, I'd be completely supportive of your decision, if you wanted to stay at home and raise our children. They'd be very lucky to have that. But you really can do anything you want to. Even if you wanted to continue with the gardening theme. I know you enjoyed that, and you'd be able to work outside, and be doing something practical. Maybe in a botanical garden, somewhere that required the sort of gentle care you're so good at giving? Any place you choose to work would be very fortunate to have you.

(And of course Sirius Black is real! I'd be most put out under any other circumstance.)

Augh jooooooooobs. Jobs where you have to wake up and go to them. Why can't I be talented like you, Baby. Hahaha, I could be a gogo dancer at a club. Oooh! Oooh! Male stripper!

I'm partly serious there, because I love dancing. Our children (our children!) might be a little traumatised though... Daddy's a rockstar and Daddy's a stripper...

Ahem. I so don't want a job, that's why I was a monk! Well not really, but it was a lovely advantage.

Well, you probably wouldn't have been the first person to join the clergy in order to avoid getting a job. Somehow, the detriments seem to outweigh the benefits to me, though...

You know, you probably could seriously think about dance. Why not? You could try out for Deirdre and David's theatre. You have tremendous charisma and talent, I think you'd fit in perfectly, if you wanted to go down that path. Plus, you wouldn't necessarily have to take your kit off...

Ah, I loved it, detriments and all.

But I like taking my kit off!! And seriously...that's a good idea. I just can't sing. So musicals are right out. And everyone knows it's true... But acting...I could do that if they wanted me. And I can carry heavy things too, if that's the go.

You're so brilliant and sexy.

And I'm very glad you did, Thomas. I'm glad you don't have to look back and say you weren't happy. I like this much better.

Well, I like you taking your kit off, too! But good, I'm glad the idea of the theatre appeals. I know Deirdre and David would be very happy to have you. You could work both on-stage and behind the scenes if you wanted, I'm sure. Why not have the variety, right? I think you could have a really fascinating and enjoyable time. Show business is blast!

Brilliant and sexy are two things we very much have in common.

A rock star and an actor. That's rather cute!

I feel like eating so much ice cream I feel like throwing up afterwards. Can we do that?!

We always have been adorable!

I think it's time for the Inaugural Spectre and Thomas Ice Cream Challenge.

Hell yes!

You're going down, Mr Mors!

Ha! I've heard that one before!

That's what family is for. Being honest enough to kick you up the arse when you need it. Or if you're a Bishop. (Look out David, I'm onto you.)

Ah, jogging. I remember that from the Joshua days. I was a beefcake then. Even moreso than David. Demon hunter Mary. Can you dig it?

Speaking of digging it, brooding pose number one looks like you're totally digging your manhood. But it's very sexy. Number two takes the cake, though. Yum.

Not that anything is as sexy as old French man, clearly.

I really know. They do it often (do I want to know?)

I dig any Mary there is, Darlin'. Heyyyyy, am I a beefcake?

I do dig my manhood. And if you excuse me being male, it seems I am not the only one... (I was not fondling myself, thank you, Wife) I like that you yum me! I yum you.

Oh well, that goes without saying.

Hahaha... back when I was still in David's head, we masqueraded as "Bishop Montgomery" alongside Peter pretending he was still a priest. It was a damn good time, though we did end up crossing ourself backwards because I - no, we had gone a bit funny by then.

You're the beefiest cake there is, my love.

Oh, you're well aware that I dig, and indeed yum, your manhood. Om nom nom, as the kids say.

Ah, yes, fair enough. Oh you and your shenanigans. I miss masquerading with Peter! I can do that again now! I am fairly sure I will not be demonkilled...

That was quite the awesome sentence, My Mary.

Can I print this out and show this to people. "No...no this is my wife. That's right, suckers!"

I mean I love you.

I'm sure there will much non-fatal masquerading in your future. Remember, Spectre likes it too. So says Nigel of DataCorp.

I always speak awesome sentences. Which you may feel absolutely free to print out and show people, further proving my awesomeness. And that I love you too.

My Spectre is brilliant. And yes, non-fatal is the best way for masquerading to go.

Mary, I hope you know how fantastic and wonderful you are. Can I date you tomorrow?!

He certainly is. I love that Spectre.

I'd love to go on a date with you tomorrow, my love. You can remind me of how fantastic and wonderful I am, and I'll do the same for you.

So do I! And I love that you love him too.

That is indeed the way it always goes!

I think it's just a rule of the universe that everyone looks like a tool when they have photos taken of them on the phone. You can't fight it, you just have to deal with it. Much like jogging. I'm always around if you want a gym buddy as well!

Haha, you'd be Ashley Thomas Bigglesby on your gym card. Sorry, that's never getting old.

But I have my tongue out! I love it! I think it's hilarious! Yes please! Gym bunny Tasha! I will be the luckiest guy there...

You're all so mean to me.

Gym bunny? Are you expecting me to wear Playboy gear, Thomas Littleton? Cos I will. Then you'll let me be as mean as I like.

I never said that!! Though... No, I never said that!!

Though the last statement is irrevocably true...

Hehehehehe! You said it with the words you weren't saying!

God, I love being a woman. Who else gets to say shit like that?

Evil Bunny.

Pretty much you, Gorgeous!

Gorgeous evil bunnies have more fun.

I have no doubt!

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