10 year olds these days

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she had the world || panic! at the disco

shoutout to that time 10 year old me got SUPER FUCKING SICK on the day of the school science fair, where I came in second place to a dickbag, but I told my teacher while I looked her dead in the eye and sick as a dog that I was ok with him winning because I would sweep the awards at the county level anyway

my mom may have been completely mortified that night but I DID win best in show at county, regional, and an honorable mention at state so pat on the back to tiny sick me

Nala the shitzu up front and her sister Belle the peekapoo in the background. They’re both 10 years old and 3 days apart! Nala barks at everything and loves to cuddle. Belle is insane in the best way possible and loves to lick people. I love them both very much!

Lost Sister

Prompt ~ Can I request one where the reader had lost her memories at young age and got adopted by Barry, only for years later to turn out to be Damian’s sister? 

Extra ~ Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader


 Life is full of obstacles, especially in yours. You don’t recall much from your childhood or any early memories at that. You were an orphan, the only place that came close to a home was an orphanage. One day as a young 10 year old a blonde man came by. The kids whispered around saying he was looking to adopt a baby. Which sent your hopes down to the bottom, yet that day you had a new home and a new dad, Barry Allen.

 Barry was an amazing father, it was hard getting use to being in a new environment but you soon adapted. Iris became a mother to you, she was always there for you and helped you through rough times. Everything seem perfected, besides Barry being ‘the fastest man alive’ which kind of freaked you out at first. Once you found out his not so little secret a whole new world opened up to you, a dangerous one. One full of supervillains and vigilantes, that you soon found yourself apart of.


 Gotham Academy was okay, sure it had snobby rich kids but it also had nice people there too. It seemed to be an average day, well as average as it can be in Gotham. You were currently checking blood samples in the lab to connect to your family tree, which didn’t really make sense to you but at least you would know what blood type you were. Your partner Damian was doing the same, you both had become close due to your nightly activities and both your parents being in the Justice League.

“Here.” Damian said handing you your results, it wasn’t anything surprising to you just average results. Damian peeked over your shoulder curios of what blood type you were just in case he needed a quick blood donation.

“What?” His voice faltered.

He snatched your paper, “Hey!” You protested, you watched curiously as he put his paper besides yours, his eyes scanning between both sheets.

“T-this can not be possible.” Damian’s eyes widened, “What was it?” You asked curiously unaware of what was happening.

“Y-you’re my sister.” He whispered, your mouth dropped open in shock. You snatched both papers and looked over them, you both had the same DNA. Every single bit, you looked up in shock.

“How? When- what?” You gasped out, feelings overflowing you.

“You’re my brother?” You faced Damian, just as you finished your sentence the bell rung, the last period of the day.

“Quickly we must get to the bat cave.” He hastily put all his stuff away into his bag, you doing the same, and rushed you out to his motorcycle.


“So you’re telling me that my innocent precious [Y/N] is your daughter?” Barry asked flabbergasted.

“Well biologically speaking, yes.” Bruce responded, while you sat shocked behind him.

“You won’t take her away fro me.” Barry said speeding over to your side.

“She’s my daughter too.” Bruce interjected.

“She is also my sister!” Damian growled.

“Barry is my dad.” You cleared up, “No offense Bruce, but I do still want to get know my biological father, if he’d like too?” You asked looking back to Bruce.

“I would be glad.” Bruce smiled sincerely at you.

“This doesn’t change our relationship what so ever.” You told Barry, holding his hand.

“This changes everything!” Tim butted in.

“What do you mean?” Barry asked.

“Damion can’t use the excuse of being the true child of Batman! When there’s actually two!” Tim replied, a grin on his face.

“This does not change nothing Drake! I am still The Son of Batman.” Damian roared, prepared to lunge him.

“Jesus my family is all types of messed up.” You muttered under your breath.

😑😑😑

Using a child as a prop in paparazzi pictures is just pretty unforgivable. Face pixelated or not - you used a child to sell a story.

I know celebrities do it all the time, but this is really pretty repulsive.

And again, you can claim Jen didn’t know about the photographer but she knew. Pictures of her and her “boyfriend” in NYC appeared yesterday - if they were an accident, Jen would have taken precautions in place to not be photographed today. Instead she takes a walk with a 10-year old child - today, the day after she knew for sure paparazzi were on her tail.

Wow.

sleepyeyesbonykneesidk  asked:

Hi jess!! My 10 years old cousin is spending a few days with me at my student flat in 2 weeks and I'm excited about it but I realized recently that I'm going to have to entertain her (I mean she's super excited about spending time alone with her super awesome grown up cousin hahahahahaha ha ho sweet innocent youth) so my point is do you have any fun baking activities recommendation ? maybe related to easter??

(( OOC: Easter baking is the best baking. What I did with my five-year-old sister and her friends the other day was make some of those chocolatey cereal nest things. They are ridiculously easy and highly-underrated as a peckish snack no I have not eaten three today what are you talking about.

We also made some of those marshmallow rice krispie squares and decorated them with mini eggs and such, and they were really easy too! You could even cut them into easter eggs like this:

Hope this gives you some ideas! But whatever you do, don’t forget the most important part - licking the bowl. ))

anonymous asked:

@Nova and Connor, To celebrate Connor's birthday, have you two ever kissed each other on the cheek?

Nova:…

Connor:….well……

flashback

7 year old Nova: Happy birthday four eyes *lightly kisses his cheek

8 year old Nova: Happy day of your birth four eyes! *lightly kisses his forehead* 

9 year old nova: HAHAH FOUR EYES! PUT ME DOWN *starts kissing his cheek repeatedly

10 year old nova: Happy b day four eyes *quickly and causally kisses his cheek* 

11 year old Nova: four eeeeeeeeeeyes of course i got you a gift “Kisses his cheek* see all done

12 year old Nova: FOUR EYES! *hugs him and kisses his cheek * Birthday! 

13 year old Nova:….*Turns bright red* So it turns out mom lied to me, it’s not a tradition to kiss your best friend’s cheek on Mewni…

13 year old Connor: so…not this year?

13 year old nova: Last year four eyes. because you know *hearts very lightly glowing* reasons *timidly kisses his cheek, trying not to dead of embarrassment*

present 

Nova; nope

Connor: *shakes head* never. 

Happy National Puppy Day to my dad. 10 years old in less than a month. Would prob be dead without you, wish I was kidding. 🐕🌲💓 (at Glenoaks Canyon, Glendale)

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This is Berk. A bit trampled and busted and covered in ice, but it’s home. It’s our home. Those who attacked us are relentless and crazy. But those who stopped them? Oh, even more so! We may be small in numbers, but we stand for something bigger than anything the world can pit against us. We are the voice of peace. And, bit by bit, we will change this world. You see, we have something they don’t. Oh, sure, they have armies, and they have armadas, but we… we have… our dragons!

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“Jab tak unhen dekh na loon, unse lad na loon…mujhe sukoon hi nahin aata.”

teach kids to be super gentle, especially with valuable things. my brother taught me as a kid to be extra careful with my belongings & to this day i still have 10-year old videogames that work like new. good stuff, man. caution pays off

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I’ve had Akon’s Smack That stuck in my head all week, and this is what happens.

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Jax Request,

Can you do a request where you are opies cousin. You move back to charming after many years. You end up working in the office of TM & you & jax end up messing around. ? Ty

Little Winston

I grew up surrounded by motorcycles, my father was a rider back in the day but had an accident that made it impossible for him to keep riding and destroyed his dream of becoming a Sons Of Anarchy member just like his brother Piney did but that didn’t kept me apart from being surrounded by the motorcycles/outlaw scene.

I was always chasing Opie and Jax around, them being five years older than me did not fancy the idea at first. At the end of the day what 10 years old want to be dragging his little cousin on the back of his bike? Taking care of scratches and the crying mess kids are but I refrained myself from crying when the three of us fell over the hard California grown or when Opie threw me down a hill to try and make me stop hanging around and I gained their respect, I wasn’t a hassle anymore but part of the group. Always the three of us, together.

Jax and I were pretty close, it was his dad the one that gave me my first bike on my 7th birthday and I was officially another little rider. We had so much fun riding around town, pretending to be like the older ones, Jax wanted to be like his dad and so did Opie with my uncle but I couldn’t be like them, I was a girl and the group did not accept girls so I refrained myself of dreaming big about it. Maybe someday I’d have my own motorcycle, I wouldn’t be part of the club but I could go on rides with them and we’d be friends forever or so I thought.

I was 17 when my mom thought Charming wasn’t enough for the plans she had for me, “I don’t want you to end up like your father” she said and I felt angry, so angry but there was nothing I could do so I kept quiet the same way I did after I started developing feelings for the young Teller and it was a good choice because this way I could forget about him easier, but he didn’t make it that way. The day he got the news while the three of us where seating watching a film he stormed off Ope’s house, I found him throwing rocks on the front.

“Jax” I whispered and he looked at me, hurt in his eyes but masked with anger “It’s not like it’s my decision to make” I said and he just gave me his back “My mom wants me to get into a good college”

“And what about us? Our plans?” he said and I just looked at him “You want to join the club, I told you when I become President I’ll let you join” and I just laughed sadly.

“Jax, Clay is there for the long run. There’s still a lot of time until that happens, plus I think it’s a good idea that I get an education, a career” I said.

“You hated her for what she did to me, and you’re doing the exact same thing.”

“That’s not true, Jackson!” I screamed approaching him, he took a step forward as well his nostrils flaring while he looked at me “Tara fucking used you, I never did that”

“Keep telling yourself that, darlin’, asking someone to take your v card and then leaving is not exactly lady like” he said before storming off and riding away. Opie stood by the door after hearing the whole conversation and gave me a sympathetic smile, two seconds after that I was crying in his arms. First time I ever let him see me cry since I was five.

It’s been 8 years since the last time I was in Charming, I kept in touch with Opie and my uncle Piney all this time, they even visited me once in New Jersey with Donna and the kids, so I decided to give them a little surprise by going to the TM, I knew Jackson was going to be there but I wasn’t a stupid little girl anymore and I wanted to celebrate with the people I love that I finally got my Communications diploma and I was finally free from my mother’s inquisitor looks. I arrived at the TM and parked right inside, four Harleys were parked at the front and I approached the office looking for Aunt Gemma but she was nowhere to be seen, a man with a serious look in his face approached me.

“Hey” I said looking at him “I’m looking for Opie and Piney” I got no answer but another angry glare. “I’m YN Winston” I said and he just nodded before going back inside, I followed him keeping my distance and almost got hit by the tower my cousin was. “OPE!” I screamed and he hold me tight to his chest.

“YN, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” he said and I just shrugged my shoulders.

“I wanted it to be a surprise” I said with a smile and he nodded at me with a huge smile “Where’s uncle Piney?” I said looking inside.

“He’s really sick YN” he said and I looked at him with sad eyes “He’s staying at the cabin at the moment, we can pass by if you wanna later” I nodded feeling a knot in my stomach. “Are you staying with us?”

“Oh no, I don’t wanna be a burden for you and your family. I’ll stay at a motel”

“Non sense” he said “You are staying with us…did you visit your mom already?”

“I gave her my diploma back in New Jersey. I think he got the message back then, she didn’t tell me when papa died, Opie. I can’t forgive her for that” I said slowly and he put his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I was in a run and I thought you knew” he said and I just looked somewhere else while hugging myself, I heard the sound of other motorcycles arriving and I felt the knot come back to my throat “He missed you, he asked me about you every once in a while” he said and I just nodded feeling the people approaching behind me.

“Opie, who’s?” he said and I turned around to see him, those blue eyes I loved so much where staring right at me. “YN” he said and I felt the air leave my lungs. Oh I was in for a long run.

Hello! I got carried away with this request and well it’s going to have two parts, I hope you enjoy this first part. The second part and Happy’s request will be up tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

What would Monegra look like as a little kid? like 10 years old? Just this little orc girl who one day wants to fight and conquer like her vavorite orc role models. That and maybe being a pouty grump at times.

That’s a hard question cuz she never was a 10 years old kid but, as long as she was designed to look similarly to me, she would looks like 10 years old me:

Probably the tallest girl in every group of kids in her age. Also, very slender. Always scratched here and there from climbing on trees, playing with boys and literally every wild cat she would met. She would have short hair because long hair would disturb her in playing.

She’d be pretty grumpy and always ready to punch you in the face (sick!). Spending most of the time with boys because girls are boring.

The other day I was doing Birdie’s hair and commenting on how ridiculously long it was and that it needed to be cut.  We were discussing how short to go and she said, “No offense, Mom, but I don’t want my hair to look like yours.  I want mine to look good.”  And just DAMN, the shade from the 10 year old!  So then Muz makes a comment about me needing aloe vera for that burn, and Birdie got super concerned, “What burn?  What happened?  Are you okay?”

It made me laugh so hard.  My sweet girl, who is one of the least malicious people on the planet, had no idea how hard she’d roasted me and then took Muz very literally.