'the kid got lucky that day.'

I was hoping i’d never have to write a post such as this, but it seems i’ve no choice.

I have discovered that some of our older members of the Phandom have experienced ageism from some younger members, which in turn has made them feel isolated in this wonderful community. How is that right or fair on them? Just bc they are older doesn’t give anyone the right to dehumanize, and label them as old, weird, or stalkerish! At the end of the day, we are all fans of the same two British nerds. We are not here to prey on the young, just to enjoy the content that these nerds make.

Personally, i think Dan and Phil would be thoroughly ashamed if they got to know that this is what happening.

I, myself, have been so lucky! Anyone who has found out my age and realise i have kids who are also Phangirls, i’ve been told i am so cool, to the extent i had one person tell me they wished i was their mum! Some have even nicknamed me, Mama Phan, which i love and adore.

So please, if you know of anyone in your followers who are 28+ pls, reach out and embrace them. But only if you feel comfortable in doing so, i know some of you are as bold as brass and don’t give a fig what age a person is as long as thry’re nice. Yes, they may not Phangirl as hard as you, and seem a lot more sensible, but are we all not Phangirls/guys at heart? Do we not love Dan and Phil?!?

Remember age is nothing but a number. But do be careful about what details you tell ppl.

[EDIT] Okay, so this post is starting to get a lot of hate towards it, which is fine, i was expecting this from the get-go. I get that a lot of you are young and feel uncomfortable, and again that’s fine to feel that way, i get it i do, we don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable. All i was getting at is, that as soon as certain ppl find out that there are older fans in the Phandom they start sending them rude anons telling them that it’s creepy they’re in the Phandom to begin with. Why is that necessary? All we want is to enjoy some quality content :( If any older person has followed a blog of a younger person, it’s bc half the time not everyone states how old they are - which again is the owners right to choose. I, myself, have stated my age on my blog description as a safety precaution just in case. Mostly, they’ve followed that blog for the content that they create, and want to see and share it. If anyone has deliberately followed a young persons blog and starts talking them, and they asked you to stop and you haven’t complied - shame on you! You’re old enough to know better! My advice young ones is to block the person trying to talk to you, never put up with it! But, by the same token, pls don’t try to shame us older members with rude anons abt our age and the fact we like DnP too - that’s all i ask. If i’ve ever made anyone feel uncomfortable, then i sincerely do apologise. I never meant to upset or distress anyone.

Concept: when you got lost in the Enchanted Woods, you were lucky enough to be one of the kids who gets to star in a wondrous adventure rather than a grim cautionary tale - and like all young adventurers, you soon found yourself with a magical talking animal companion.

However, it seems that Fate was all out of mischievous fairies and smart-aleck cats that day. Instead, you got Phyllis, a scar-faced, middle-aged honey badger who’d been assigned to guide lost children safely through the Woods as part of a community service sentence for some offence whose particulars she refuses to discuss.

In retrospect, this was probably for the best.

True Colors

Named after the song by the Weeknd bc I am trash. Thank you to @caspercassiecas for being my beta. This is my first fic on this account, and my ask box is always open for requests. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3606

Warnings: Smut, fluff, disgusting dude at a bar, reader has a dragon tattoo, sex related humor at the end.

“Y/N!” You heard Lin shout, and you sighed heavily, still holding the coffee that the man had sent you to get. You looked around for him, noticing that he was on the other side of the stage. The stage where the company was practicing.

You groaned, sprinting across the stage, ducking and spinning around dancing people. You somehow managed to get across without spilling the coffee, handing it to Lin and smiling before you heard your name called again.

“Y/N! Come meet Diggs! He was sick yesterday, so you didn’t get to meet him!” You heard Christopher shout, and you groaned again, sighing heavily. You looked over, trying to find where Christopher was standing.

“You guys are lucky I do sports.” You muttered, Lin cackling and patting your shoulder.

“Yes, we are. You’ve got a busy second day ahead of you, kid.” Lin laughed, and you groaned, running back across the stage, doing a slide on your knees between a dancer’s legs and ending up at Christopher’s feet, scrambling up.

“Sorry, I learned yesterday that if I time it right, I can get across the stage without being hit.” You explained, brushing yourself off before smiling widely at Christopher and the tall man beside him.

“Y/N Y/L/N, Daveed Diggs, Daveed Diggs, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N is our new intern since Jessica quit the other day.” Christopher introduced them, and you smiled warmly, shaking Daveed’s hand. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Phillipa calling out for you.


You made an apologetic face, wincing.

“Sorry, it was lovely meeting you, Diggs. I’ll catch you later.” You waved, weaving between the dancers once more, yelping when one grabbed your hand, spinning and dipping you. You went along with it, doing a couple dance steps with him before he let you go and you ran off to find Phillipa.

You were backstage, delivering Leslie a tea before he had to go on. You sighed heavily, rubbing your eyes as you knocked on Leslie’s dressing room door. You heard a muffled ‘come in’ and opened the door, absently tugging on your hair with your free hand. You poked your head in carefully.

“Hey, Leslie, they didn’t have chai, so I had to get you vanilla, I hope you don’t mind. If it’s an issue, I can run down to the corner store really quick.” You greeted, voice rough from how much you’d spoken that day. The three men in the room turned to you, all smiling. Anthony stood, opening the door for you fully. Daveed waved and smirked from his spot on the couch. Leslie was leaning on his vanity, smiling widely at you.

“It’s no issue, thank you, Y/N. Have you met Diggs? He was out sick yesterday when you were here.”

“Yessir, I have met Diggs. Though I’ve been bouncing around all damn day so I haven’t had a chance to properly speak to him.” You laughed, handing Leslie the tea and smiling at Anthony, who appeared to be struggling with his collar, which wouldn’t stay down.

“Anthony, do you need some help?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head slightly. He looked up and smiled brilliantly.

“Yes, please, actually. I can’t get it to stay down.”

You clicked your tongue, muttering under your breath as you reached a hand to your side, pulling a safety pin out of your jeans. You carefully stuck it in the fabric of Anthony’s coat, pinning it down.

“Alright. Anyone else need anything while I’m in here?” You asked, eyeing Daveed out of the corner of your eye. You noticed his eyes on your legs, moving around your body. He caught your eyes and you raised a brow.

“Coffee would be nice.” Daveed murmured, and you nodded.

“Any specifics on how to make it?”

“I like mine how Lin takes it.”

“Lin takes any kind of coffee I give him.” You snorted, tugging at your hair again as you left the room, sighing heavily.

The Next Day

You were helping one of the dancers through a run, copying his movements effortlessly.

“Y/N! Need you!” You heard Daveed call, and gave the dancer a sad look, jogging off to Daveed’s dressing room, knocking on the door and waiting for the signal to come in. You jumped as Lin opened the door, putting a hand over your heart.

“Jesus! Lin, you almost put me in cardiac arrest.” You scolded, furrowing your brows as you slipped in.

“Sorry, Y/N. I was just leaving.” He laughed, waving as he shut the door. You turned your head, spotting Daveed by his vanity. Your mouth ran dry. He was in a tight black t-shirt, one that outlined every single one of his muscles, and a pair of jeans that fit just right on his hipbones. You forced your eyes to his face, smiling.

“Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with the Lafayette bun. I can’t seem to get it right today.”

“Uh, yeah, s-sure.” You stuttered, blushing bright red. You mentally cursed yourself, walking over and carefully pulling his hair up, forming it into the bun.

“You’re blushing. Are you feeling okay, Y/N?” He practically purred, and you flicked your eyes up to look at him in the mirror, still putting the hair tie around his hair.

“Yeah. Just a little warm in here.” You lied effortlessly, finishing the bun and smiling at him in the mirror.

“Need anything else?”

“The cast is going out tonight, Lin wanted me to see if you’d come. He had to run to set before he could ask himself.”

“He could’ve shot me a text. But yeah, I’ll come.” You murmured, pulling a pocket notebook out of your jeans and scribbling down your number, tearing it out and setting it on his vanity.

“You’re the only person who doesn’t have my number. Text me the location and dress code tonight, please.” You murmured, walking out of his dressing room.

You almost fell out of the shower trying to grab your phone in time to answer the incoming call. You stood, dripping on the floor, pressing the phone against your wet cheek.

Hey, it’s Daveed. I’ll come pick you up. Tell me your address and wear somethin’ nice, aight?” He greeted, and you made a humming sound.

“Will do. Uh, I live in the Deerfold Apartments on eleventh, number 112. I’ll have to buzz you in.” You answered, running a hand through your still soapy hair.

You sound out of breath. You feeling alright?

“I was in the shower when you called. Almost fell trying to answer.” You laughed, listening to his own warm laugh radiate through her speakers.

Alright, I’ll let you finish your shower. See you in about 30 minutes.” He said, and you hummed. The call ended. Or so you thought.

You put your phone down, stepping back in your shower. You went back to your singing, belting out the lyrics to old rock songs at the top of her lungs, running conditioner through your hair. You quickly washed your body and shaved, turning off your shower. You grabbed the towel you kept by, sighing at the puddle of water on the floor.

“Dear god that’s so much water.” You said to yourself, drying off quickly before putting the towel on the floor to soak up the water.

You pulled your hair into another towel, twisting it up and whistling as you stepped on the other towel, singing once again. You picked up your hairbrush and phone, starting on Lemonade, Beyonce’s new album. You picked up the towel and your dirty clothes, walking out to your bedroom, singing at the top of your lungs.

You can taste the dishonesty,
it’s all over your breath,
” You sang, tossing your phone on the bed. You continued singing, putting your dirty clothes and both towels in your hamper. You quickly brushed out your hair, accidentally tripping over a pile of clothes and letting out a loud string of curses. You heard quiet laughter, popping up and trying to find the source of the sound. You scrambled to your phone, finding that you were still in a call with Daveed.

“Diggs! Why didn’t you hang up?!” You exclaimed, turning bright red.

I heard you singing and wanted to stick around to see if you’d sing a song from the show.” You heard his familiar voice crackled through the phone.

“Jesus Christ.” You groaned, knowing you’d never live this down.

You buzzed Daveed in, walking back to your bedroom and stepping into your dress, pulling it up. You struggled with the zipper, getting it up about halfway before you heard a knock on your door. You sighed, walking over to your door and opening it. You gave Daveed a slightly awkward smile.

“Can you zip me up, please? I can’t seem to get it.” You asked, and he laughed, nodding his head. You turned, holding in a shiver as his warm hands ran up your spine, zipping the dress. You felt his fingers lingering, brushing along the dragon tattoo at the base of your neck.

“Nice ink. Do you like dragons?”

“No, I hate them.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes and stepping into a pair of heels, grabbing your jacket and purse.

“Alright, let’s motor.” You smiled, spinning your keys around your finger. He nodded, stepping aside to let you out. You locked your apartment, linking your elbow with his and letting him escort you.

You laughed at the story Lin was telling the people at the table, sipping your wine. Daveed was digging into his steak, being quieter than usual. Anthony was on your other side, casually sipping his wine as well.

“Hey, D, you doing okay?” You asked, voice quiet. You glanced over at him, raising a brow. He smiled, nodding.

“I just can’t cut this damn steak.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head and sipping your wine again. The waiter walked over, setting down a wine glass and a note in front of you. You raised your eyebrows. You glanced at the table, making sure they weren’t paying attention before you spoke.

“Oh, I didn’t order this, sir.” You said, smiling up at the waiter.

“It’s from the gentleman in the blue shirt at the bar.” The waiter smiled, and you nodded, looking at the glass of wine and flicking your eyes up to the guy at the bar, who smirked and waved at you. You opened the note, reading it and suppressing a disgusted face. You pulled your notebook and pen out of your bag, scribbling down a note back and chugging the wine. You handed the note and empty glass to the waiter, smiling.

“Tell him he has awful taste in wine, but thanks anyway.” You requested, and the waiter read your note and laughed, nodding his head.

“Yes, ma’am. You have a strong voice in your writing.” He commented, and you smirked.

“I’m aware. Thank you very much.”

You sipped your previous glass of wine, looking over at a call of your name.

“So, Y/N, what did blue shirt guy say in his note?” Lin asked, and you sighed, shaking your head.

“I should’ve known better than to think that would’ve gotten past you. I thought it would be a nice note, but it was vulgar as all hell.” You muttered, shaking your head and glaring at the note.

“What did you say back?” Renee laughed, and you shrugged, smirking.

“I said that he was a pussy for saying it in a note with wine instead of to my face, and if he really expected that to work or get him laid, then he was more idiotic than I thought at first glance.” You answered Lin, who snorted loudly, cackling.

“Wait, lemme see his note! Y/N, you gotta show me!”

“Lin, read it out to us!” Oak laughed, and Y/N giggled, passing the note to Lin. He cleared his throat, getting out his most dramatic voice.

Hey, I really like your dress. I think I’d like it better on my floor, though. I like your lips as well, and I sure would love to see them wrapped around my 11-inch cock, come take charge of me, honey, I can show you a good boy,” Lin read, and you listened to the table burst out into loud laughter. Anthony gave you a sympathetic look, and Daveed swallowed his piece of steak before speaking to her.

“Are you even into being the dominator, Y/N? I get a more vanilla vibe from you.”

You raised your brows at him, laughing softly.

“And I think that’s my cue, sorry, guys, I have to wake up early and run around all day tomorrow.” You spoke, avoiding the question as you slipped on your coat, digging your wallet out of your purse and handing Lin $20 dollars, paying for your food. You waved as you walked out, blowing a kiss at them.

You stretched up, grabbing a pack of powder creamer from the cabinet, dancing to the singing you heard from the stage. You stirred it into the cup of coffee that sat in front of you, singing along softly. You nearly jumped out of your skin as you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

“Did I scare you away last night, baby?” Daveed whispered in your ear, and you shivered.

“N-no, Daveed.” You replied, shivering at the feeling of his breath on your neck.

“You gonna answer my question, baby girl?”

You had to forcibly suppress a moan, subconsciously grinding your ass against his crotch. He laughed quietly, pressing a small kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You released a shaky breath.

“I don’t like to dominate, I like being dominated.” You muttered, and he bit into your neck, hard enough to leave a bruise and draw a moan out of you.

“Can’t fuck you here, baby girl.” He murmured, and you whimpered.

“I’ll swing by your place later.” He murmured, and you nodded desperately, grinding against him once more before he pulled away, smirking at you as he walked away, leaving you panting and blushing at the counter.

You buzzed Daveed in, practically bouncing as you walked off to your bathroom, checking your appearance one more time, perfecting everything. You heard him knock, walking cautiously over to your door and opening it, stepping aside to let Daveed in.

“You can take your shoes off by the door, and, uh, hang your jacket on the free hook.” You greeted, blushing bright red.

“You’re cute when you blush, baby. If at any point you want me to stop, say ‘red’ okay?”

“Got it. Red. Okay.” You murmured, nodding. You blushed impossibly brighter when he grabbed your hips again, tugging you against his chest. He crashed his lips down onto yours and you moaned into his mouth, circling your arms around his neck and grinding yourself against him.

“Fuck, Daveed, bedroom.” You managed when you broke free, pointing to your bedroom door. He nodded, grabbing the undersides of your thighs and picking you up, walking toward your bedroom, leaving kisses on your neck. He tossed you on your bed, tugging his shirt off and unbuckling his belt. He smirked at you.

“Take off your clothes and hold out your wrists, baby.”

You were quick to comply, pulling your clothes off in record time and holding out your wrists for him. You moaned a little when you saw he’d finished taking off his clothes while you were distracted with yours. He pulled his belt tight around your wrists.

You moaned when he trailed a hand down, running a finger along your slit. You tossed your head back, bucking your hips up when he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right and rubbing your walls. Your mind went blank, moving your hips to meet his fingers as he thrust them in and out of you. He ducked his head down, sucking at your clit, drawing a damn near scream from you. You were impossibly close. Though, to be fair, you’d been close since he’d kissed you.

“Please, sir, please, let me,” You babbled, mindlessly begging.

“Can you take three, baby?”

“Yes, sir, please,” You moaned, arching your back up sharply when he pushed another finger into you, keeping you right on the edge. You started begging again, whimpering when he held your hips down with one of his hands, stopping you from moving.

“Cum.” He ordered, and you practically screamed his name as you obeyed, back arching, fingers reaching out in your bonds, mind going completely blank. Before you had time to recover completely, he was inside of you, hitting your g-spot immediately.

“Daveed!” You moaned, dragging out the syllables in his name. He wrapped a hand around your throat, biting hard into your shoulder as he pounded into you. You felt his other hand gripping your hip so hard that you knew you’d have his fingerprints branded onto you for weeks. You moaned again when he bit hard on your breast, then moved his hand and bit into your neck again.

“You’re mine now, baby girl, no one else can fuck you like this.” He growled into your ear.

“Yes, sir, yours.” You moaned back, gasping for breath as he slowed down, almost sobbing.

“Say it, baby. Who’s are you?”

“Yours, sir! Please!” You moaned, trying to buck up and get him to go faster again.


“Yours, Daveed! Fuck, please!” You sobbed, then felt him unbuckle the belt around your wrists, then start up again. You threw your head back once more, raking your nails up his back. You knew there would be marks the next morning from your nails, and that made you moan more, scratching up his back again, then burying your hands in his hair, pulling. He groaned, nodding his head.

“Good girl, Y/N, fuck. Cum for me, baby girl.” He groaned out, and you let your orgasm take over again, seeing stars. You felt him bite hard into your shoulder, possibly drawing blood, as he came. All the muscles in your body went slack, and you winced at the oversensitivity as he pulled out of you, taking the condom off and tying it, tossing it into the trashcan by your bed. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling at you.

“Where’s your bathroom, baby, we need to clean you up.” He asked, voice soft. You groaned, lifting your arm and pointing to a door, sighing when he picked you up. He walked into your bathroom, making a pleased noise at the sight of your bathtub, setting you down on the counter and running you a bath.

“I’m tired, Daveed.” You muttered, whining as he picked you up again, sitting in the bath with you between his legs, leaning against his chest.

“I know, baby, let’s just get you cleaned up and then I can take you to bed, okay?”

“Mm, okay.” You murmured, letting him wash you off. You let your eyes slip shut as he shampooed and conditioned your hair, washing your body gently. You felt him moving around as he cleaned himself, then as he pulled the plug to drain the water. You felt him leave the tub, drying himself off, before picking you up and drying you off, carrying you to your bedroom. You sighed, tossing the towel around you into the hamper in your room before he laid you both down, pulling the blanket up to you and wrapping his arms around you.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s with the turtleneck? It’s super fuckin hot in here.” Anthony called, and you spun around, smiling at him.

“That is subjective, Ant. I think it’s really cold, actually.” You lied, shrugging. He raised an eyebrow.

“Or you got laid last night.”

You didn’t respond, the color draining out of your face.

“Holy shit! Guys! Y/N got dicked down!” Anthony shouted, and you pinched the bridge of your nose, groaning.

“Yes, I did. Is there a reason why my sex life is so exciting to you, Ant?” You sighed, putting a hand on the hip that wasn’t bruised all to hell and glaring at him.

“Lemme see what the guy did, Y/N, I know you have a tank top under that damn turtleneck,” Anthony said, and you snorted, rolling your eyes.

“Lin! Make Anthony go away!” You shouted, Lin looking over and laughing at the two of them.

“Do you even remember the guy’s name? Did you get his number? Are you gonna hit him up? I saw you walking weird earlier but I thought you just pulled a muscle, was he that good?” Anthony shot off, and you groaned, sighing.

“Hi, baby. He bothering you?” Daveed asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and gently pecking you.

“Holy shit.” You heard Lin say, then heard Anthony and Oak burst out in laughter.

“Jesus Christ, we knew you liked her! Lemme see what he did to you, you gotta show me now!” Ant cackled, and you made a grumbling noise, looking up at Daveed for permission. He gave a single nod, and you sighed, tugging your turtleneck off and allowing them to see the plethora of bruises on you. Including the scabbed over bite on your shoulder, claiming marks.

“Jesus Christ, Diggs, you don’t hold back.”

“He would’ve but I didn’t tell him to. Is your curiosity sated?” You snapped, glaring. Anthony and Oak held up their hands in mock surrender.

“Well, now we won’t have to ask why you’re walking funny.”

“Shut up.”

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Eleven

Summary: Danneel calms you down after your panic about becoming a mother. You, Jared, and Gen explain your relationship to Tom and Shep before you fly out for Asylum.
Words: 5k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Danneel, Tom, Shep, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Jensen
Warnings: uncomfortable conversations, fluff
Beta: @blacksiren

IKYW Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

“What if I turn out like my mom?”

Danneel stared at you, unmoving, for what felt like an eternity.

Her expression was unreadable and, in that moment, you wanted to run away.

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Dating Chanyeol

- Having your own hype man because Chanyeol thinks that your every little action is amazing.

- So much laughter together because of his never ending positivity and brightness

- Stealing random kisses from you when he wants attention

- Exasperatedly loving how extra he is 

- Crying shamelessly together while watching sad movies

- Constantly blinded by his smile 

 - Resting your head on his shoulder while he played the guitar

- During lovemaking, he’s a playful giant with the large hands and flirty tongue

-You were overwhelmed by his bright personality and smile the first time you met Chanyeol

- As the two of you got closer, you realized there was more to him than just his happy-go-lucky self.

-You were eating lunch together when he suddenly blurted out that he liked you and wants to be your boyfriend.

- Your first date would be at the amusement park where two of you spent the whole day going on every ride like little kids. 

- He was scared to kiss you for the first time until one time he tripped, and his lips accidentally touched yours. (Baekhyun still makes fun of him till this day)

- The month before your birthday, Chanyeol would be working on a song to properly convey his love for you.

- Saving every stray animal that you guys see together

- Your phones will be filled with selfies together because he knows how to work those angles

- Wearing his shirts as dresses since he’s a tower

- Spending a lot of time with the beagle line and loving them like brothers 

- He’ll be your number one supporter and fan forever and vice versa.

- Every love story is beautiful, but the one of you and Chanyeol was your favorite. 

anonymous asked:

for the StarkQuill prompts: One of the moments that really stuck out to me in the movie was when Ego told Peter what he had done to his mom, and how he had the first proper reaction to BS fathers in probably the history of the MCU: He started shooting at him. so yeah, Tony and Peter bonding over crappy childhoods and crappy birth fathers, but how Yondu and Jarvis (the real one) were actually really awesome step-dads. :) (That's probably a mess but i think the idea shows???)

!!! This was one of the first thoughts that went through my head! YAS I HAVE FOUND MY PEOPLE - I liked how this came out so much that I posted it on AO3.. Find this drabble on AO3

“My father killed my mom.”

“I spent years thinking my father killed my mom. Turns out it was my ex-boyfriend’s best friend.”

“I shot him when I found out,” Peter added. The bottle clinked as he tipped it, sloshing more alcohol into their glasses.

Tony tilted his head. “Funny, so did I. ‘Cept I shot the best friend, not my father. He’s dead.” He sighed and picked up his glass.

“Mine is dead too,” Peter said, but doubtfully. “That’s… good?”

“It’s good,” Tony agreed, staring into his glass. He wasn’t drunk enough. “My father used to hit me.”

“… You had a shitty father,” Peter said. He was doing a remarkable job of trying not to sound angry. Mostly he just sounded like he really needed to go to the bathroom.

“So did you,” Tony said. They looked at each other and then clinked their glasses together in a silent toast before throwing the shots back. It burned on the way down, but it still wasn’t enough. Some days, Tony felt like it would never be eough.

“I used to get really mad that my father wasn’t around when I was a kid,” Peter said, several shots later. “Now I think I was lucky. ‘Cause I got a Yondu instead.”

“What’s a Yondu?”

Peter sighed. “A tall blue asshole who told me he wanted to eat me,” he said sadly. “And not in the fun way.”

Tony reached out and patted Peter’s cheek. It was harder than he’d expected to find said cheek, but he managed eventually. “I’d eat you in the fun way anytime.”

“Thanks, babe.” Peter turned his head, sloppily kissing Tony’s palm. “I wish I’d realized sooner that Yondu was a good dad. I grew up thinking he hated me. I thought he only kept me around for convenience.”

“I knew my Jarvis loved me,” Tony said thoughtfully. “I guess I was lucky.”

“Your Jarvis?” Peter pointed to the ceiling.

“No. The real Jarvis. Edwin Jarvis. He loved me,” Tony said again, because he thought it bore repeating, and went to take another drink from his glass before realizing that it was already empty.

“You’re worth loving,” Peter said, wholly serious.

Tony knew he was well and truly drunk when he had to blink back tears. “So are you.”

Peter nodded. “I guess I have to be. Yondu died saving my life. I wish I’d said…” He trailed off, like the magnitude of what he wanted to say was so much that he couldn’t fit it into words. Tony understood.

“I wish I’d said, too,” he said. “I wasn’t there when Jarvis died. I’m a bad son.”

“Me too,” Peter said. He picked up the bottle - or was that the second bottle? Third? - and refilled their glasses. “To bad sons and good fathers.”

“To good dads,” Tony said softly, and Peter swallowed and nodded.

They toasted.

mon chouchou

My girl @sadtomatoff asked for Jack holding their baby for this first time. This is pretty close. 


Eric wakes to an empty bed, cool sheets beside him. Over the monitor he can hear a soft, lyrical murmur, which must’ve been what woke him. He closes his eyes and just listens to Jack’s quiet, deep voice and a melody he doesn’t recognize.

He listens for a few minutes, but doesn’t hear the baby make a peep.

It’s only been a few days, but he doesn’t think the sight that greets him at their baby’s room will ever get old. Jack is laying flat on the floor with a couple pillows wedged under his neck and back, and their baby is a tiny ball of fabric and a squinchy face sound asleep on his chest. Now that he’s here, he can make out the words Jack is singing on repeat to a tune he seems to have made up.

“Je t'aime ma vie. Je t'aime, mon amour. Je t'aime, mon chouchou. Je t'aime, mon coeur,” over and over.

Eric grabs the baby’s blanket from his bassinet and drapes it over them as he lays down on the floor next to Jack.

“What are you doing down here, baby?” he asks.

“Couldn’t sleep,” says Jack.

“You or him?”

Even in the dark it’s easy to see Jack’s sheepish smile.

“Come to bed, babe. Both of you,” he adds, seeing the protest on forming on Jack’s face.

It’s a challenge to get the baby up off of Jack without waking him, but he’s been a champion sleeper so far and tonight is no exception.

Jack cups his hand around the back of Eric’s neck and kisses him so sweetly. This boy, Eric thinks. God, he wishes he knew how he got so lucky. Wishes he could bottle up this feeling, this utter contentment. He’s so full of it sometimes he feels like he could burst.

“I heard you singing to him, but I didn’t know one of the words. What’s shoo shoo?” Eric’s French comprehension has gotten better but his pronunciation will likely always be terrible. He’s definitely not looking forward to the inevitable day when his kid can out-French him.

“Tu es mon chou. Il est mon chouchou.”

Eric pulls Jack back in for another kiss. “We have to pick a name for him at some point, but chouchou is pretty damn cute, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Elephant in the Room

Combination of Two Prompts: How would Batmom react to Teen Titans Robin and him not being in contact with them for so long? What would happen if she showed up at the tower? AND Dick calls Bruce and Batmom dad and mom for the first time after being adopted.

Words: 1745

AN: This was a pretty long one, but filled with fluffy feels, and I love it!!!

Your son is one of the best of his generation, and in your mother’s eye, the best. You understand why he left, you support his choice of independence, but an entire year without a call is simply too much. He stayed in contact for the first two, a random call here, and email, there, but then suddenly there was nothing.

          The only thing that let you know he was still alive were the news reports. Bruce, of course, follows every morsel of news. Though he’d never say it out loud, he knows that things need to be fixed.  You’d be willing to bet the Wayne family fortune that Dick knows the exact same thing.

          You can’t help but smile, after all, that’s what you’re here for; to beat sense into those stubborn heads. The security system is the exact same as the Batcave’s, and you’re surprised to find that your codes work.

          You let yourself in, and one quick hack into the system tells you that no one is there. So you wander, you take in the sights, and look around at the home your son has built for himself. You smile when you find his room. He’s changed his uniform a bit. There are no photos in obvious places or any real identifying marks.

          You leave the room for the common room and take a seat on the couch. You pull the photo album out and just wait. When the sound of footsteps and laughter sounds, you slip on the mask that’s needed; it actually goes rather nicely with your outfit.

          More than just his team strolls through the doors, it seems like every super powered teen in existence is there and Dick just stops at the sight of you. You stand up, and say, “I didn’t realize you’d be in the middle of a party.”

          He stiffens a bit and asks, “What are you doing here?” His voice is a bit hesitant.

          You grab your bag, and approach him. The closer you get the more you realize just how much he’s grown. You smile and say, “We need to talk.” He glances back at his friends and back to you, you just say, “I’ll wait in your room, I already know the way.”

          He watches you slide through the doors and Starfire asks, “Robin, who is that woman?”

          His voice is tight with emotion when he says “She’s my mother.”

          There’s a collective statement of “You have a mother?”

          Dick just glances at Roy and Wally, the only two not surprised and says, “Of course I have a mother.” Before he walks out of the room.

          He finds you sitting on the bed, sans mask. Before he can say a word you say, “No masks, you know the rules.”

          He doesn’t fight you on it, just removes his mask. You smile and open your arms. Sure enough he slides right into them. His head goes to your lap, and your fingers run through his hair. When the sobs come you know something happened, that there was a reason he hadn’t called.

          You let him cry, because sometimes everyone needs to, and you’d be willing to bet that your baby is long overdue. When he’s done, he slides on to the bed and tells you everything. He tells you about being held against his will by Slade, being forced to do horrible things, and then he tells you about the Brotherhood of Evil, and finally about Trigon.

          You listen as he pours out every pent up emotion, and when he’s done you don’t say anything about it. Instead you start on your own story, “Do you remember when you first came to live at the manor?”

          His brow furrows, “Of course.”

          You smile and remove a stuffed elephant from your bag, his eyes go wide at the sight of it. “You were so little and scared, and man oh man, did you remind me of Bruce. You two were the same age you know, when you lost your parents. You didn’t know what to make of us, and we weren’t really sure what to make of you to be honest. At that point we’d only been responsible for ourselves.”

          Dick smirks, “And all of Gotham.”

          You smile, as your hand strokes over the elephants worn head, “We’d never planned on kids, but when we saw you after that show, it hit us, you were ours. And then you started to grow, and you took on the family business with your dad, and I was just amazed, at how lucky we were to be blessed with a kid like you.”

          “You always made sure to keep my birth parents in the picture though. You’d talk about them with me, you’d take me to visit their graves whenever I wanted to. You even had that portrait made.”

          You grin, “That was all your dad, he didn’t want you to feel like we were replacing them.”

          “You didn’t I just got lucky  and got to have two sets of parents.”

          You smile, and there’s a moment of silence, “He misses you, you know.” Dick doesn’t say anything. “He bookmarks every newspaper article on you saving the day. Even has a subscription to the local paper. He’s very proud.”

          “He wouldn’t be proud if he knew what happened.” You smile a bit and he just groans, “How in the world does he know?”

          You smile, “He saw the footage from the top of the Wayne tower, you were stealing from.”

          “He didn’t come.”

          “He was on his way, already tracked Slade’s headquarters down and everything, when it suddenly blew up, he knew that your team had made things right. The Brotherhood of Evil was a learning experience too, and you saved the world from Trigon. When it comes down to it, you’ve done a lot of good Dick. And you’ve made a lot of friends too.”

          He smiles, “It’s the bi-yearly get together. Pizza party.”

          You groan, “Please tell me you at least eat some healthy things.”

          He smirks, “I make Alfred proud every once in awhile.”


          You pass him the elephant and he smiles and you say, “I never thought you’d leave her behind.”

          He shrugs, “I outgrew her.”

          You just smile, “When you first came to live with us you refused to let her go. Took her everywhere, for that first year.”

          Dick just smiles, “You guys homeschooled me for that first year. I didn’t have to let her go.”

          You laugh, “Still, you took her to all the Wayne foundation events, to restaurants, when we’d visit your dad at work. You even insisted that she be buckled in. You also insisted on taking her to that theme park. I was against it, I just knew she’d get put down somewhere, but Bruce insisted that everything would be fine.”

          “I’d been with you guys for about eight months at that point, I was at the tail end of my Robin training.”

          You nod, “Sure enough you left her there. You were in tears, you kept saying I have to have her, we have to get her back, she’s family. And then at some point you look up at me and Bruce and you said, ‘Please Mommy, please Daddy, we have to go search for her.’ That was the first time you called us Mom and Dad. It wouldn’t become a regular thing until a few months later, but in that moment your dad and I knew we’d move heaven and earth to make you happy.”

          Dick just smiles, “That was the first time he took me out as Robin. He called it the case of the missing elephant. He helped me track her down. Someone had thrown her in the trash on top of some nachos.”

          You smile, “I had to hand wash her, and then throw her in the washing machine three times to get all that cheese off. It’s amazing she doesn’t have any stains.”

          There’s a moment of silence before he says, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in contact.”

          You pull him in for a hug, “It’s okay, baby boy. You can make it up by coming to dinner this Friday.”

          “Mom, I don’t know if I’m …”

          You cut him off, “He misses you Dick. You’re his son, and whatever that stupid argument was about three years ago, it’s forgotten.”

          “He really wants to see me?”

          You smile, “He talks about you all the time, how proud he is of what you’ve accomplished.”

          He smiles and says, “I’ll be there.”

          “Good, you can meet your new brother.”

          His eyes go wide, “You had a, but the papers didn’t say anything about …”

          You smirk, “His name is Jason, Bruce found him trying to take the wheels off the Batmobile. He’s in training right now.”

          Dick smiles, “Good, Batman needs a Robin, and I’ve been thinking it might be time to change things up. New identity for a new chapter and all that.”

          You lean down and kiss the top of his head, “As long as Dick Grayson remains that sweet, caring, and noble boy that I’ve always known, I think that sounds wonderful.”

          He kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you Friday, Mom.”

          You smile and leave his room, slipping on the mask again before you go. Waiting outside the door are all the teen heroes. You smile and say, “Speedy, Kid Flash, you have his back right?”

          Wally just grins and says, “Always Batmom, you know that.”

          You turn to the rest of his immediate team, “Thank you for taking such good care of my son. It’s good to see he’s made excellent friends.” They’re too stunned to say anything else. You leave the tower without another word. You reach home several hours later, to find Bruce waiting up for you despite the hour.

          “Jason asleep?” you ask.

          He just smiles and says, “Yep, he and Alfred baked cookies all day, and you know what a task master Alfred is when it comes to his kitchen.” He pauses before asking, “How’s our oldest son?”

          “Coming to dinner on Friday.”

          “He’s okay though?”

          You nod, “The picture of health, seems like he made some pretty good friends, too.”

Bruce just smiles and says, “Thank God.”

          You grab his hand, “Come on Caped Crusader, time for bed.”

          He come with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and says, “Bed sounds absolutely divine.”


I used to work at a school. It was my favorite job because I love being with children. I also used to babysit because working for the school, I was Certified in childcare and first aid so parents asked me often to watch their children for 8+ hours.

Now, I used to babysit this kid named Ethan. It was a nightmare. Ethan had no respect for anyone and threw tantrums when he didn’t get his way. It wasn’t his fault, his mother allowed it because “I don’t want him to hate me if I punish him”

I had to take my grandma to her Dr appointment one day and Ethan had to come with us. He was getting restless so I gave him a coloring book and some pencils. He ripped up pages and threw the book at me so I sat him in the corner and hovered him. The Dr called me over to sign out Granny and while my back was turned Ethan had slapped a nurses butt. I was mortified. I apologized and tried to get Ethan to as well, but he decided to slap my butt as well. A social worker happened to be there and saw all this and Granny told the SW the information on Ethan’s mom.
We then leave and grandma was hungry so we buy Burger Royal and Ethan throws a fit because he -only- eats 3 things; Ice cream with chocolate sauce poured on it as well as crushed Oreo bits, Mac & cheese, or nuggets from a bag. He falls to the floor and starts crying bloody murder because he didn’t like those nuggets…and I ordered him an Apple juice not a soda.
I had to sit with him in the car while grandma got our food to go because I honestly think someone called the cops on us with how loud that kid was.

Another time I babysat him it was at his house so I figured it’d be easy because we wouldn’t be in public. He got mad at me for not taking him to the pool because he told me “I’m going to cut you up into little pieces of meat and eat you”, so I punished him unless he apologized to me but he refused. I have the door deadbolted and chained, so I figured I could go to the bathroom real quick. Wrong. I’m gone for 2 minutes tops, and Ethan somehow opened the door and is now running into people’s apartments. I run into one and grab him by his shirt and drag him home, telling the people I’ll be by later to formally apologize.

I then put him in his room for the rest of the day because I’m just done with this kid and I need a break. Later I call him to the kitchen for dinner, and he sits down to eat… But he gets mad I made spaghetti so he throws the bowel at the wall. Once again, he’s sent to his room without dinner and I took away his remote so he couldn’t watch TV. He’s lucky I even left the light on for him to be honest.

His mother gets home and I explained everything and she tells me “Oh… He does that often. The neighbors usually keep their doors locked though.”

I swear my face had the twitching eyebrow with red anger marks, anime expression. I just sighed and told her I couldn’t handle babysitting him anymore. I did it for 3 months and each day was a nightmare. This lady was easily ruining this child. He started school a month later and got expelled the 4th day for biting 2 kids, his teacher, and the principal. His punishment? She told him “Oh Buddy, that’s not nice. Use your words.” Just… Wow.

Oh I have many stories on this kid. I’m pretty sure I made his Hit List, because he told me he had one… Creepy.

auston has so much pressure on him - being the #1 draft pick in a city that hasn’t won in years, representing a state where hockey is still in it’s young stages - it’s so easy to forget that he’s still a kid, not even legal to drink in the states.

i’m glad he’s got mitch and the other leafs rookies with him, his youth comes out when he’s around them and he always looks like he’s having the time of his life, messing around playing hockey with his boys.

they’re kids in a grown up league that one day, if they’re lucky, they’ll be able to conquer together, and that knowledge that you’re not on your own in a league that can be scary, it must be one of the best feelings in the world

When We Lived Happily Ever After

Here is Part Twelve…the final part to “Our Love Story”  

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words:   1001

Read When We Met
Read When We Hid Our Feelings
Read When We Admitted Our Feelings
Read When We Fell In Love
Read When We Got Scared
Read When We Got Engaged
Read When We Got Married
Read When We Got The News
Read When We Adopted Our Baby
Read When We Beat The Odds
Read When We Welcomed Baby Number Two

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         You heard giggling coming from the playroom and couldn’t help but smile. Three little giggles filled your house on a daily basis and it was the most amazing thing you could have ever imagined.

           You left the kitchen for just a second to go see what the kids were up to. You stood in the doorway as Ryker, Ryann, and Ryland sat at their little table coloring. Ryker was now six, Ryann was five, and little Ryland was only three. You had adopted Ryland when he was a baby like you had with Ryker. He was the perfect addition to your family and you knew you were blessed with three amazing children.

           “Mommy, look!” Ryann said, holding up the picture she was coloring. It was a puppy that she was coloring multiple colors.

           “That’s beautiful, Baby Girl,” you said.

           “Mine too?” Ryland asked, pointing to the parrot that had colorful scribble marks all over it.

           “Beautiful, Baby,” you said. And then you looked at Ryker’s picture. It was a bear that he was actually coloring fairly accurately, “That’s wonderful, Ryker.”

           He smiled proudly, “Thanks, Mommy!”

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yO ask meme r76 "when was the last time you slept" (my brain is saying pre fallout but you do you) and if you're so inclined “Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?” mchanzo?

It’s probably around three in the morning when Gabriel stumbles inside, exhausted after a difficult Blackwatch mission. It’s dark inside, so he stays quiet, but he smiles as he locks the door. He’s been gone too long. It smells like he remembers it, and it softens something in his chest. 

“Okay, Jesse, go on to bed,” he murmurs to his protege, who looks dead on his feet. “You got tomorrow off to do whatever you want, so get the fuck outta the house before noon.”

“Yes, sir.” Jesse manages a half-hearted salute. There’s a glaze in his eyes that goes beyond the exhaustion. It wasn’t an easy mission. The young gunslinger’s boots jingle gently with every step upstairs to what had been the quest room, converted into his own room when Gabriel insisted he move in with him and Jack so he wouldn’t have to live on the military base and deal with all the protocols all the time. 

Gabriel makes his rounds, checking every window (he knows Jack locked them all, but he has to make sure) and the alarm system (already active) before he follows Jesse upstairs. He takes a moment to check on him, and he rolls his eye at the sight of him already passed out cold on his bed. He’d barely taken the time to shuck his shoes and hat and armor. That was fine; the poor kid needed his rest.

When he heads for the master bedroom, he frowns. It’s not brightly lit, but there’s definitely a light on. He sets a hand on his gun as he approaches.

The door barely creaks when he pushes it open. Illuminated by the lamp, Jack sits at the desk typing away. He doesn’t even turn at the sound of Gabriel entering the room.

Gabriel frowns and crosses the room. He hesitantly reaches out and touches Jack on the shoulder.

Jack gasps and whirls, hands scrambling for his weapon, blue eyes wide. 

“Whoa, whoa, Jackie, it’s okay!” Gabriel exclaims, holding out both hands. 

Jack breathes a loud sigh of relief. “Oh my God, Gabe, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” Gabriel catches Jack’s hand and brings it to his face to brush his lips across his knuckles, especially the thick silver band on his finger that matches the one Gabriel has on his own left hand. “What’re you doing up?”

“Waiting for you?”

“Bull. You had no idea when we were gonna get done.” Gabriel takes in the sight of his husband. He’s still dressed, though not in uniform, at least. “You’re working.”

Jack nods. “You know me too well.”

“It’s three in the morning, hon, c’mon. You look tired.” There are dark circles under Jack’s eyes and the lines on his face have deepened from concentration.

“I’m fine,” Jack insists. 

“You’re not.” Gabriel frowns. He can see the discarded cups of coffee and cans of energy drinks. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Uh… how long have you been gone?”

Gabriel straightens his shoulders with a deep breath.

“Kidding, I’m kidding. Um. I stayed up last night. But the night before that I got four hours.” Jack at least has the decency to look sheepish.

“Dammit, Jackie.” Gabriel sighs. “You’re a mess.”

“Yeah. Someone’s gotta do this, though. It’s always so busy during the day.”

“We have a million secretaries. I’m sure they can do some of it. Come on, save it so we can go to bed.”

“But you just got back.”

“Yeah, and I’m two seconds from passing out on the floor. You’re lucky I’m awake enough for a coherent conversation.” Gabriel shakes his head and lets go of his hand. “Get your ass in something more comfortable so we can sleep for a while.”

“Okay, fine.” Jack taps at the keyboard a few times before the screen goes dark. 

As they dress, Jack looks over and his brow knits. “It… was bad, wasn’t it?”

Gabriel touches the half-healed stitches on his side. “Yeah. Not as bad as other missions, but… it was messy. Jesse’s clothes are probably trash, when he gets up.”

He suspects Jack might’ve considered making a joke about that one, but Gabriel’s tone stops it. “Is he okay?”

“Uninjured, for once, thank God. But he was… still pretty close to much of the action.” Gabriel can hear the screaming in his head, still tastes the blood in his throat as he clutches a shirt. “He handles it well, but I’m scared he’s just repressing it all, and it’s gonna pop outta the poor kid like a shaken-up soda. If you gave a shaken-up soda a six shooter and PTSD.”

Warm hands fall gently on Gabe’s shoulders. “Maybe I can talk with him. We can get him to one of the specialists, right?”

“He’s just as fucked up as we are, by now, Jackie.” Gabriel leans into Jack’s touch. 

“He already was. At least now he’s making a positive change in the world. He’s got a family to love him.”

Gabriel closes his eyes to focus on Jack’s fingers working into his muscles. “You’re a good man, Jack Morrison. What’d I do to deserve you?”

“Keep me from going completely insane,” Jack says wryly. “It’s a good balance we’ve got here. Pulling each other from the brink of who-knows-what psychological hell we’d put ourselves through without it.”

Gabe barks a laugh. “It works, I guess. Wouldn’t have it any other way, though.”

“You’re such a sap.” Jack’s lips brush along the back of Gabriel’s neck, hesitating against one of the scars there. That one was from their SEP days, neat and tidy from the medical equipment. Jack had a matching one. They had lots of scars in common from those experiments. 

“I’d be sappier, but seriously, we need to sleep.” Gabriel decides to forego the shirt and turns around to meet Jack with a chaste kiss. “Jesse’ll be out tomorrow, so we can catch up when he’s gone.”

“Good.” Jack grins at him before tugging him to bed. Gabriel sinks into the mattress with a groan and just lays there for a minute. 

“Where’s the blanket?” he grumbles.

“Move and I’ll get it for you,” Jack says.

Gabriel makes a face, but complies, and the two tangle together. Gabriel missed this. He missed Jack. He needs to tell him as much.

“Jackie,” he murmurs.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I missed you.”

Jack kisses him gently. “You’re here now.”

For ‘Grey’s’ Doc Jessica Capshaw, Work-Life Balance Is a Total Myth | Yahoo Style

Jessica Capshaw, who plays doctor Arizona Robbins at the fictional Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, says starring on Grey’s Anatomy has changed her life. She’s loved playing a lesbian onscreen but had no idea what her story arc would be when she first signed on as a guest star.

“[Shonda Rhimes] called me into her office and she was really direct. She was like, ‘I want you to stay for another episode, and in the next episode, you’re going to kiss Callie,’” Capshaw tells Yahoo Style, referring to her former onscreen partner played by Sara Ramirez. ‘I’m game to try stuff. So I was like, ‘Yeah. OK!‘”

Eight seasons later, the actress is a mainstay on the medical drama. Her “go with the flow” attitude has taken her character through all sorts of crazy plotlines including the loss of a leg and a recent divorce, which has opened the door for Rhimes to toss another curveball Capshaw’s way: having her heat things up on creen with her real-life friend Marika Dominczyk.

“It was definitely one of those moments when you were like, ‘I’m going to kiss my friend.’ That’s going to happen,” she says, with a laugh.

When she’s not saving infants onscreen, Capshaw is busy parenting her tribe of four. And while she, like many working moms, is juggling a career, family, and personal life, she is quick to proclaim that the idea of work-life balance is a fantasy. Here’s more from this outspoken actress.

What do you love about playing Arizona?
There’s a lot of loss that transcends in themes with Arizona but I think this season gets to be more about finding what she loves and getting to be in a relationship that’s a little irreverent, to get to be chased by someone. She gets to feel the newness of being in a relationship that is physical that is not her ex. And that’s been really fun to play this season. It’s been nice and new and fresh.

Arizona was with Callie for so long. Is it fun to get to play the field now?
It is! This year, my love interest is played by Marika Dominczyk. I’ve known her for quite a while, and she’s a good friend of mine — and married to Scott Foley, who is also a friend of mine. It’s a very interesting negotiation, but we had fun. We laughed a lot. And our husbands have definitely had a laugh or two over it.

Do you feel honored to be able to help fight for equality by portraying this character on a weekly basis? And to eventually teach that lesson to your kids?
I never would have imagined that I would be able to play a character that would feel like it does so much good, whether it’s people who feel like the character resonates with them and it makes their day a little easier to see themselves represented. Or if it’s someone watching it who has someone in their life who is gay and they might have not understood it before and all of a sudden, they have another person or another thing to point to and say, ‘Oh that’s a different context.’ Being able to play a lesbian as a series regular on television has been enormously rewarding.

My daughter goes to preschool, and the preschool has all kinds of families. And I guess one of the kids said, ‘You have to have a mom and a dad to have a baby.’ And my daughter said, ‘No. No you don’t.’ And this was all overheard and told to me later. She said, in a very kind and patient way to that child, ‘There can be a mom and a mom and a dad and a mom and there can be a dad and a dad.’ I am so grateful that she will never know any different, and it will only be if she is in the presence of people who are on the wrong side of history or small-minded that she will hear anything other than that. I feel grateful to have her living in a family that will put her out into the world as someone who understands the world a little bit.

You work long hours on the show but have four kids and a husband at home. How do you do it all?
My schedule is incredibly all over the place. A lot of people, especially who are working moms, say it’s all about balance and trying to create a balance, and I respectfully disagree. I don’t know that any part of my day is ever balanced. I don’t spend equal parts being mom or being a worker, being a wife, being an advocate, being a humanitarian, whatever it is that I am endeavoring to be.

I constantly have to make sacrifices. With four kids, there are going to be that many holiday performances and there are going to be spring performances and field trips and muffin mom. So there is tons of stuff that is there for the doing, and I pick and choose what I can. I find in my own life as a mom, that I always try to pick the things that I actually enjoy because I think my kids see that in me. I have a crazy schedule, and sometimes it works for me to be able to do the thing that I said I was going to do, and sometimes it doesn’t. So you sacrifice sometimes being able to go to the thing or pick up the child. I had much more stringent and very inflexible ideas of what I thought it meant to be a great mom when I first started.

I remember thinking that there was just no way in the world that my kid would ever have a doctor’s appointment that I wouldn’t be there for. But when you’re just starting out, you think things should be one way and you’re humbled that it takes a village. And there will be times when your kid is sick and they need to go to the doctor and you’re not going to be there. But thank God they are still going to the doctor. It’s just so unrealistic to think that we can do it all.

Your youngest is 1. Has it been exciting to return to your pre-pregnancy style?
I never wore maternity clothes, except for a couple of pairs of — yes, it’s true — jean shorts that I wore where I swear the inseam was like half an inch. It was embarrassing. I like myself a pair of jean shorts. I just did a recent purging of my closet, and I’m not gonna lie, there were probably five to six one-inch if not half-inch inseam denim shorts that had to go. I really felt like maybe it was time. Maybe they have just run their course in my life.

Once I had kids, I definitely did start to realize how I’d like to dress that feels comfortable and at the same time it feels current and it feels stylish and you feel like it has an attitude or an opinion. And sometimes you are in your workout clothes until 4 in the afternoon.

Fashion-wise, what are you into these days?
I find that for me, in the summer especially, it’s all about dresses. It’s one stop. You put on your great dress and some sandals. I love almost the entire Ulla Johnson line. They are great dresses; they are easy to put on. I also love finding sandals that go with everything and then finding a pair that have a ton of color that I’m excited to pair with something. I stick with blues quite a lot — light blue, dark blue. Besides blue as a color, I tend to say in the neutrals and the nudes, the creams, and the whites and the golds. I love a button-down shirt. I love a great pair of jeans. And I love a heel. I loved when the block heels came back in. It was so great because they are so much more comfortable, especially when you have four kids.

I have some fellow-mom fashionistas. My friend Marliene Rentmeester has a blog called Le Catch. I get the little newsletter every day, and it’s always got something fun in it at every price point. Unless it’s very ephemeral and very inexpensive, I think at this point in my life, I’m all about the classics. What do you love that you’re going to love for a very long time?

What’s your stance on scrubs?
I count myself among the lucky that I get to go to work in my pajamas. It takes me like 14 seconds to get into my outfit.

Has it been fun dressing your kids?
I kind of live for it. I have a little bit of a problem! And on any given day, probably any of my children are dressed better than I am. They go through their clothes so fast, but I do have to say, I stretch it out.

How did they hide your baby bumps on set?
During the tenure of my time on the show, we went from having real x-rays and real clipboards to having iPads. I used to carry the pads and the x-rays and it would be right in front of my stomach, or I would stand behind desks and that kind of worked. Then the Microsoft pads came out and I was like, ‘I have less room to hide!’ So they had to play with camera angles. But I think if anybody looks at the past couple of seasons, you’ll definitely see when I’m pregnant and when I’m not! Debbie Allen directed an episode one time where she actually used an entire ambulance to hide my pregnant body. Everyone got a very good chuckle out of the fact that it took and entire ambulance to cover me. I was like, ‘Guys I’m not that big!’

I’ve heard that Shonda Rhimes is a huge advocate for working moms.
She is amazing. She understands that every mom is going to need something different. And what she’s been so great about is she goes to the person and says, ‘What do you want? What do you need? What would make this transition and being a mom good for you in this way?’ She’s a godsend, and she’s in the earned position where she has quite a bit of power and she commands attention and understanding from people. And she’s able to say “This needs to be looked at” to the powers that be that might not have been keen on expanding options for maternity leave and childcare. And I think that’s an incredible thing.

Do your kids visit you on set?
I do believe that sets are a workplace and you have a ton of adults, you have a ton of equipment, you have a lot of dust. You have people that are frustrated, people that are joyful. And I’m the worst, by the way. I don’t know how it’s possible but I never cuss at home. I get to work and I cuss like a sailor. And you’ve got words going around. So I am always like, “The set it not a place for kids.” But we all have kids come and visit in our trailer, and I feel like when we are on location, kids always come visit because it’s a park or a building and that’s fun.

Do your kids realize their mom is a big TV star?
People come up and they’ll say something or they’ll ask for a picture and my kids think it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever seen. They just think it’s hysterical! They don’t understand it.

Your mom was an actress. What did she teach you about navigating Hollywood as a woman?
I think the greatest gift that my mom gave me was that I never saw myself as less than because I was a woman. I never thought — and naively so — that I’d have to give up more or I couldn’t do as much or I couldn’t get as much. She has such a strong character and incredible conviction, and she’s done so much and she’s accomplished so much and she’s just traveled so far. I think you have to take it one step at a time. If you find out there is a guy getting paid more than you and you do the same job, then you pick that fight. But it can’t be about everything all the time, at least not in that moment. I think then people get overwhelmed and they lose sight of what they are actually fighting for. I think it’s very important to be organized in your call to action in order to understand what it is that you want to accomplish before you go out there with arms swinging.

Art Student AU

Take off that sweater. Please. It’s burning my eyes and offends me.

“That sweater is hideous.”

Pausing, Riskua looks down at the large sweater that covers her torso and nearly half her thighs. Sometimes sweaters that are oversized are cute. 

This one however…

“Okay, so it’s not the prettiest of thi-”

“Ris-ya, it’s offensive; it’s searing when I only catch a glimpse from the corner of my eye. I daren’t look at you head on.”

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Justin As A Dad -Requested Twice (Blurb)

So you and Justin have 4 kids together, you have a 6 month old baby girl Lucy, a 4 year old named Hannah, Chase who’s 7 and your oldest girl Bella who’s 15. Justin is the most amazing dad and you are so so happy to have him as your husband. - ||||So he would always sing lullabies to baby Lucy and at night when she wakes he would be like “it’s ok babe I got her” and he’d go into her nursery and you’d find him on the rocking chair with her sleeping soundly in her daddy’s arms in no time. Lucy is a total daddy’s girl and she’s only 6 months! Whenever she tries to talk she keeps saying “da da”, it’s the cutest thing ever and Justin loves to video her and brag on snapchat about she hasn’t said mama yet!😌 - ||||| Hannah is just over toddler stage and has just started pre school, neither you or Justin could believe how fast she’d grown and got super emotional on the day, all he kept saying was “my baby girl you’re growing up so quick”. Hannah loves going to the studio with J and he always lets her record her own little singing voice! And then she would come home to you and be like “mommy look at the song me and daddy made” while Justin would smile , “babe you gotta hear it”. Hannah also gets a long super well with Jaxon as they are closer ages ,so whenever you guys go to his parents house they go crazy together! - ||||Chase and Justin have such a special relationship as he’s the only boy! They are never not playing sport together, Justin has taught him how to play hockey, basketball, soccer you name it! Justin would also always take him to the basketball games and Chase goes crazy when he gets to meet the players! Justin is always teaching chase to protect his 3 sisters and how to respect girls in general, you would always find this so sweet as you knew how amazingly Justin has treated you as a wife! - ||||And last but certainly not least “the baby” as you both call her even though she’s the oldest , 15! So as you can imagine she’s always coming to you , stealing all your clothes and shoes and makeup! She’s starting to go to parties and date guys and while you don’t mind this , Justin HATES IT! He hates to see his ‘little’ girl growing up and goes crazy at the mention of guys. You’d always have to reassure him that you guys started going out when you’s were 15! As he’s very overprotective but wants the best for her! Or even sometimes she’d be going out and he wouldn’t want her wearing something too short or revealing , typical dad right? She finds it so annoying yet you think it’s the cutest thing ever ! She’s at the stage where one day she could be arguing with us and another she’ll want a huge cuddle session with her mom and dad or her little siblings! Justin will say things to her like “you’ll always be my baby girl Bel” and she’ll be like “Daaddddd” - ||||Justin would always say to you how much of an “amazing mother” you are to the kids or how he doesn’t know how he got so lucky to have you not only as his wife but the mother of his kids too! 💗 - Awww I loved writing this hope you guys enjoy it lemme know if you did, this was requested twice so I fitted two into one!🙊

Originally posted by beliectionerimagines

lines in make happy that made me cry

“we all deserve love, even on the days when we aren’t our best”

“i had a privileged life, and i got lucky, and i’m unhappy”

“if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it.”

“i don’t go to the gym because i’m self conscious about my body, but i’m self conscious about my body because i don’t go to the gym.”

“part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of me needs you, part of me fears you.”

“i don’t think that i can handle this right now”

“come watch the skinny kid when a steadily declining mental health and laugh as he attempts to give you what he cannot give himself”

“i know i’m not a doctor, i’m a pussy, i put on a silly show. i should probably just shut up and do my job so here i go.”

“you can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme, and it they still don’t understand you, then you run it one more time.”

“thank you, goodnight, i hope you’re happy.”

“on a scale from one to zero, are you happy?”

“what the fuck kind of question is am i happy?”

“i really wanna try to get happy. and i think that i could get it if i didn’t always panic every time i’m unhappy.”

“oh god my dad was right.”

“so if you know or ever knew how to be happy, on a scale of one to two now, are you happy?”

“you’re everything you hated, are you happy?”

“hey look ma, i made it, are you happy?”

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Downfall [14]

Characters: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3,569

Genre: Assassin AU

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17

You thought that when you turned 18, things would be different. You thought that once you graduated from the orphanage, everything would change. You thought that if you fought tooth and nail to get placed into a team, your luck would finally turn around.

That was not the case.

Other than the sole fact that you were now in a different environment, all else remained the same. You were merely thrown into another fish bowl—given, it was much larger than the previous one you inhabited, but it was no ocean. You still had so much to prove and about zero opportunities to do it.

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he’s a hero and my daddy// old man logan

Originally posted by hawkwoman

THIS PROMPT MELTED MY HEART WHEN I SAW IT. Ya’ll are gonna kill me with these prompts. Masterlist is updated! Enjoy!

Awh. Sunshine & Whiskey left me smiling from ear to ear it was so sweet. I’m the anon who requested it by the way. I loved it. I’ve got another one for you :3 Laura’s First Day At School. The reader (human) thought she would be the emotional one, but it turned out to be Logan, being too stubborn to admit it. Kinda humorous, but with a touch of fluff.

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Your choice Princess

SO I made this one again. I wanted to make it more believable. I mean I love to think that Negan would a sweet guy and everyone loves him but come on! Hes the villain, a sexy mofo but there are very little imagines that end with the main character having a realistic reaction. So heres, in my personal opinion a better one 
Hi I just found your account and I love it !!!! Can I request something daryl Dixon , where you are pregnant with his child - you two are married . And you are chosen for Negan’s line up so daryl gets super shouty etc - you can choose the ending xx

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

d The cold dirt was underneath my knees, my hands wrapped behind my body. I looked over at my husband who was already hurt bad enough to where I was sure he was going to need something medically done to him. He looked at me a few times but didn’t say anything other than take a few deep breaths and just think about where we were. I looked at the ground as my heartbeat was pulsing into my throat from the anxiety. This was it… Our group wasn’t going to win this time… We were always the group who would show don’t fuck with us. But now… we aren’t.

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