Taking Baby Steps: Month 2 // A Phan Multi-Shot

Genre: parent!phan, domestic fluff, fluff, slight angst

Words: 4.4k (this chapter)

Relationship status: married

Warnings: none

Summary: Being parents to a newborn baby isn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. There are so many things they don’t quite understand, and there’s a lot they need to learn on this journey. But at least they’re doing it together. / AKA the wild ride of Dan and Phil’s first year as parents.

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Today I cried after finding this. The picture in the very top right there use to be a park called “Kids World” It was built in 1999 and was built by several dozen parents well over 100 in the timespan of 3 days. It had a buildboard made of wood and everything. varnished and polished like the rest of the park to protect it from the age of rain and weather. The buildboard explained everything from the parks origin to the history of it as well.

Apparently the district tore it down and replaced it with this. The removed the billboard. The history. even downsized it to not even 1/15th its original size. The reason? Kids were apparently doing drugs at it late at night, and by drugs they totes mean mary jane and stuff similar to it.Its insulting to the community to do this and I remember playing here ages 5-16 and older. no matter how old I get this place was always fun, and full of energy from man on wood chips to capture the flag.

The sidewalk and pavement around the park and surround it are plastered with “Fuck you” “FU” “Fuck off” in different materials from paint to chalk. and honestly I couldn’t agree more. Fuck you carol stream par district. With as big as a budget you guys got and I know you do. you could have at least kept the history of the place as well as tried to make it at least as grand as it use to be. Fuck you carol stream

bakkoushgf  asked:

fanni, what time were u thinking of streaming carol tonight??? i was thinking i might go out at some point in the evening but it depends bc i've never seen carol and i want to so bad :-(

Honey i dont know, i might be working late tonight, as in 10pm CET, so this lovely plan might not happen tonight :( Go and have fun dear!! If we do end up watching it, we can rewatch it again sometime!!

liathwen-slays-dragons  asked:

Seriously?! Are you trying to kill me with this Khanlock stuff?! It's so fantastic! I need it!! PUHLEESE!!

Here is all I have in one spot for you and anyone else who wants to read it. It is likely that one day, when my other elventy-billion other stories are done, I will finish it. Maybe. I think. And there may possibly perchance perhaps be some bonus material including a smooch. Maybe. ;)

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“I warned you,” Carol said firmly, standing on the walkwayin the back yard.

She could see Daryl’s eyes zig-zagging around the yard, searching out an escape route, but the only real way was directly behind Carol. She had him cornered.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he goaded.

Carol lifted her eyebrows at the same time she raised the nozzle of the bright green lawn hose in her hands. Her finger was poised around the trigger of the nozzle.

“Don’t underestimate me,” she replied.

Daryl raised his hands slowly, pointing one finger at her. “Don’t. I ain’t playin’.”

“Neither am I,” she said. “It’s been 72 hours since we walked through those gates, and all you’ve done is mope around in your own filth.”

“Hey!” He let his guard down.

Carol opened fire with the hose. The jet of clear water shot out and splattered around across the chest. He squawked and staggered backwards, arms raised as though to swat away the stream.

“Carol, quit it!”

Carol cackled and stopped the hose just long enough for him to lower his arms, and then she was aiming the water at his knees. He side stepped and started stalking toward her.

“Stop!” he barked, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

Carol kept spraying him point blank until he reached her. Then he was throwing his arms around her, sweeping her clear off her feet, and tackling her to the grass, though he was careful not to actually body slam her. Carol squeaked and sat up, rolling them both over until he was on his back and she was straddling his hips. She ran the hose over his head, soaking his hair as he yelped at the cold.

“Dammit, get off me! You satanic—“ He grappled with the hose, breaking her grasp on it and expertly turning it around.

The cold water blasted against her chest, and she cried out at the cold, toppling backwards across his legs. Daryl sat up and kept the hose on her, and Carol twisted away, yanking the hose back. It slipped out of his hands, and she grabbed it. They both popped up onto their knees and froze temporarily. He was soaked and covered in grass. She was soaked, and her clean white shirt was smeared with grass stains and clinging to her chest. They both breathed heavily, and Carol kept her eyes carefully on him, trying not to give away the fact that Carl was sneaking up behind Daryl with a bucket full of soapy water.

It wasn’t hard to keep her eyes on Daryl. The water and the scuffle had resulted in his bangs being flung back and plastered to the top of his head, giving him a windblown look. The water was already breaking up the stains on his skin, making dark streaks down his arms and neck.

Carol squirted him with the hose again, and he dropped back on his haunches just as Carl dumped the bucket of water over his head.

“Shit!” Daryl yelled, as Carl ran off cackling.

Carol closed the distance between them, and Daryl was just clearing his eyes and meeting her gaze when she reached him. She mashed her mouth against his, running her hands against his chest, under the vest up over his shoulders, pushing the dirty leather down his arms. He rolled his shoulders and unexpectedly returned the kiss, bending her over backwards until she was reclining on the grass, with his weight pinning her down.

She giggled into his mouth, and he let up, looking down at her devilishly. She hummed in amusement and ruffled both of her hands through his hair. His face crinkled as she did so, and he snorted, revealing the closest thing to a smile that she’d seen since they’d reached Alexandria.

“Well now,” she breathed heavily, flopping back onto the grass in defeat. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

He snickered at her and shook his head. “Yeah, you too.”

“You gotta get off me first,” she hinted.

Daryl just lifted an eyebrow and promptly flopped completely on top of her, trapping her on the grass. His dead weight left her breathless, and she squeaked, swatting at his ribs.


He kissed her then, and she tilted her head into it, her hand wrapping around the back of his neck.

“—punk,” she finished as their lips parted. “Come on, let’s go inside.”