a week of mother's day

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05.13.2017 | Have two very busy days ahead of me 😴 After all this - I think I’m going to start 100 days of productivity! It’s so hard to stay productive now that summer is here. 🌟

Paula and some Mr. Saturns, floating around for some reason~

The Arrangement (pt 2)

A/N: it’s been forever since I updated this and I’ve been meaning to for so long. I just recently reblogged part 1 and it’s also linked down below so read it there! Hope y’all like this. Request for part 3~


Perhaps this was how your life was meant to be, and maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought. You parents no longer monitored everything you did and nagged you like before. You practically had the entire house to yourself because you rarely saw your husband in the first place. You got quite far in your career because work became your one and only priority. Therefore, you were quite respected in the corporate world. People knew you were not one to be messed with. Who would have thought you were nothing but helpless in your marriage though?

However, you longed for more.You wanted someone to come home to. You wanted a little you running around the big house to fill the empty space. And more importantly, you wanted the love of a husband. You wanted a family. Was that so wrong? 


You found it hard to believe that your parents believed that you were in a happy marriage. They were always meddling in your business, but they didn’t realize that you and Jimin weren’t leading the life you said you were. But as long as they were happy, you could stay in the marriage. 

Jimin felt the same too. He owed a lot to his parents. Especially since they weren’t related to him by blood anyways. Jimin’s biological parents passed away when he was just four years old. He was fortunate enough to get adopted into a wonderful family a few months later, not to mention a rather rich family. As he grew up, he was groomed to become the heir to the Park family, but he was also showered with love from his parents. So when the marriage came up, he could do nothing but say yes. 

It’s not like he was in love with anyone else to really oppose the marriage in the first place. In fact, he was known to be quite the player. So when he found out he was getting married, he was angry, to say the least. But he would do anything to keep his parents happy, even if it meant he was in a miserable marriage. 

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“Mother, it’s your day” - Batmom x Batfam

It’s not mother’s day where I come from, but since it is in a shitload of countries…Well, I wrote something with the batfamily about it (I wrote it in litteraly 10 minutes, writing as words came to my mind, and didn’t proof read, sorry if there’s mistakes, and if it’s meh). Hope you’ll like it, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think, feedbacks are always appreciated  :

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It was 6 am when they came back from patrol. As usual, they found you asleep in Bruce’s giant chair, in front of the batcomputer, waiting for them to come back. 

You would usually wake up at the sound of their arrival, however today, you were in a deep slumber…You had quite a difficult and busy week. Bruce, knowing that, stopped Damian from waking you up. 

He couldn’t blame the boy though. He was too excited…it was his first “Mother’s Day” after all. Damian annoyed his brothers all night, asking for advice about what he was suppose to do on that day, and once he understood the purpose of it, got really excited about showing you how much you meant to him…But right now, you needed your sleep. 

To be honest, they all needed sleep. It could wait a few hours. 

Raising you delicately in his arms, Bruce took you back to the master’s bedroom. You didn’t stir when he laid you in bed, and you didn’t even react to the sound of him taking a shower. When he slipped in bed, you went to snuggle against him, but he realized that it was more a reflex than you being awake, and with a small smile on his face, he wrapped his arms around you and soon, he was asleep too. 

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The smell of eggs and bacon is what woke you up. And Bruce’s groans. 

You opened one eye, and then the other, slowly, sleep still fogging your vision a bit. You weren’t sure what were those four forms at the end of your bed…

-I sure hope you guys aren’t naked under the cover, cause that’s a sight I don’t wanna see right after waking up. 

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🌼 Happy Earth Day 2016/04/22 🌼

What a beautiful day it is to celebrate the wonders of nature.
But may I remind you to cherish this earth everyday! Simple things such as turning the lights off when a room is not being occupied, recycling, & simply spending some of your time outdoors can create an overall positive experience for both you and the earth your feet are grounded on.

Wrestlers Are People Too

Okay, so this is going to be a post of my personal thoughts and opinions on some things I’ve been seeing lately. This is probably going to upset a few people, and if I lose followers over it, so be it. I want to get it all off my chest. I don’t usually get involved in stuff like this. I usually keep my personal opinions to myself, I write fics and reblog photos and gifs and that’s it. I don’t like drama, and I avoid it when I can. But there are a few things that I just can’t bite my tongue about anymore.

Many of you probably saw Chris Brookes’ posts on Twitter today and he has a point. I think a lot of fans forget that wrestlers are actual people. Yes, they are public figures. Yes, they put on shows for fans each and every night. And Yes they are in the public eye. But I think we sometimes forget that there’s an actual human being behind those faces and characters we see in the ring each and every night.

There’s a person behind the face you see on TV or in a ring. A person who has feelings. A person who deserves the right to their privacy just like you or I or anyone else. I think people sometimes think that because they are in the public eye they are fair game. They’re not. If you see something that is private, don’t share it. Don’t spread it. How would you like it if personal things whether it’s pictures, phone numbers, addresses, or whatever it may be, got spread all over the internet for the entire world to see? You probably wouldn’t like it very much. These guys don’t like it either.

These guys (and girls for that matter) sacrifice more than a lot of people even realize. Yes, they are living their dreams. Yes, some of them get paid good money for what they do? But what people don’t see is the other side to it. The days, weeks, months spent away from their families. The mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters of these performers who don’t see their son or daughter or brother or sister for weeks and sometimes months. You don’t see the wives who don’t see their husbands for weeks on end because he is on the road putting food on the table. You don’t see the wives left at home to raise the kids while the husband is off wrestling a string of shows. People don’t think about the kids that don’t get to have their dad tuck them in every night because he is thousands of miles away wrestling. You don’t see the birthdays, anniversaries, and other moments these performers miss.

These guys wrestle multiple times a week, putting their body through things a lot of us can’t even imagine. They have money to buy a nice house, but because their schedules are so crazy they are never home, so what’s the point? They’re expected to show up at work if they’re sore or tired or sick. There’s no sick days unless you’re in a hospital bed. Even if they get a day off from in ring action they’re calling into a radio station for an interview or going to some kind of appearance. They eat, work out, drive for hours to the next city, wrestle a match, shower, go to bed, and then wake up and do it all over again the next day.

Not to mention the fact that privacy goes out the window. I personally know people in the wrestling industry. I’ve seen the lack of privacy first hand. They can’t go anywhere without getting stopped at least twice by a fan for a picture or an autograph. They can’t go out to a bar for drinks with their buddies without some stranger coming up and asking for a picture. They can’t go to a restaurant without noticing several cell phones trying to low key take pictures of them only to post them on social media saying they were in the same restaurant as so and so. They can’t have a dinner with their wife and kids because people are constantly interrupting. The thing that upsets me the most is 9/10 people don’t even have the courtesy to ask. They just assume that the wrestler is going to take the picture with them. I get it. I know it’s cool when you see a celebrity or a wrestler out somewhere in public. And it’s okay to ask for a picture. I’m not saying you can’t ask for a picture or an autograph. But try saying “Please.” Remember to say “Thank You.” Manners go a long way with stuff like this.

The other thing I’ve seen a lot of is hate on significant others of wrestlers. Along with wrestlers being people, their wives are too. One person, in particular, I’ve seen getting a lot of hate is Renee Young. If you don’t like Renee because you don’t think she’s a good interviewer or you don’t agree with something she says, that’s one thing. I can respect your opinion. You have the right to disagree or dislike someone. You don’t have the right to send them hateful messages.  If you send hate or create a hate blog about her just because you’re jealous of the fact that she’s married to Dean Ambrose and you aren’t…I can’t respect that. How would you like it if you had people sending you messages saying they wished you were dead? Probably wouldn’t feel good, would it? We need to stop with this sending of hate. It’s NOT okay!! And it’s not just Renee. She is one of many people that this happens to. I’ve seen it happen to Seth Rollins’ girlfriend. I’ve seen it happen to AJ Style’s wife. I’ve seen it happen to Roman Reigns’ wife. Sami Zayn’s wife. Baron Corbin’s wife. Whoever it may be. If you are one of these people sending them hate because you’re jealous of their relationship or their marriage. JUST STOP! Okay?

These men and women that you are sending messages to and talking about on your blogs are human beings. Just like you. Just like me. It’s about time we start treating them like it.

The Years Keep On Turning

I’m late, but oh well. Life happened and it was shitty, so I wrote this to cheer myself up and I hope it works for some of you as well. It’s not betad, so the copious mistakes are all mine. A birthday vignette in honor of our beloved muse, Katniss Everdeen. May she never be without her toastbabies, her dandelion in the spring, and plenty of delicious food. RATED M for smut.


ELEVEN

She plays in the meadow, twirling and leaping, pretending to have wings like a bird so she can fly. Her father needs only a word, though, to draw her from play and into their chores. The flying girl doesn’t view the chores with distaste at all. She rather enjoys them, especially the moments of free time they get to savor the woods. Like today.

“Come down from that tree, Hummingbird,” the girl’s father calls up to her, his hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound. She grins and flips so she’s hanging from the branch by her knees, completely missing her father’s gasp of fear and the handful of running steps he makes towards the base of the tree before her giggle stops him.

“Your Mama’s waiting with your birthday surprise,” he admonishes, the fear of a moment ago making his voice harsher than intended. The girl sobers, hearing the subtle difference, and swings her feet over her head to the branch below before scurrying down the trunk and landing with a soft crunch of leaves, next to her father.

“I’m sorry, Papa,” she whispers, her expression contrite.

“It’s okay, Katniss,” the father says, picking up the girl’s game bag and handing it to her. “But we should get going.”

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Mark

This gency week is so exciting and I can’t wait to see what everyone else did for the event! Here ya go dolls~


Gency Week 2.0: Day 1 — Couple. Fluff. Angst. Soulmate AU.


Her mother had it on her right cheek bone. She was proud, excited, that her love would touch her face at the first thought of love towards her. Pappa stroked her cheek before brushing back a strand of hair, and gasped quietly when the black burst into blue, white and yellow.

Her father was lucky to have his concealed on the inside of his arm. A handprint, light and framed, waiting for her touch. They were kissing when she held onto him, and the dark velvet spot rearranged to pink, orange and purple upon his skin.

Soulmate marks. Depthless, almost like a black hole. Mysterious, and irremovable. Everyone has one, formed on one’s skin sometime before adulthood. The moment the person destined to one’s heart touches one’s skin, with the thought of love, the black mark turns into bright, vibrant colors.

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  • Raven: *Knocks on Qrow's door*
  • Qrow: *Opens door*
  • Qrow: ...............
  • Qrow: *Attempts to close door*
  • Raven: *Forces door open*
  • Raven: Alright, brother, get in the fucking car.
  • Qrow: What the fuck do you want.
  • Raven: It's mother's day. We're going to see mom.
  • Qrow: First of all, Mother's day is a week from now.
  • Raven: I've packed rations for the trip. All you need to bring is your scythe.
  • Qrow: .......Second of all, since when did you give a fuck about family? You weren't even there for your own daughter's birthday.
  • Raven: And was she here right now for mother's day? No.
  • Qrow: That's because she's 9 and lives in Patch. I'm in Atlas right now doing spywork. How did you even find out where I was?
  • Raven: Not important. Anyways, you should care more about the clan than this stupid found family of yours.
  • Qrow: ...Goodbye Raven.
  • Raven: I MADE A MIXTAPE FOR THE TRI-
  • Qrow: *Slams door shut, locks the door*
Gift to my abusive mother

Its hard for me to get excited. Me and my brothers are throwing a suprise mothers day/birthday (her birthdays tomorrow) party. And i feel like a bitch. Its hard for me to get excited on a day for someone whos done nothing more than buy me stuff to make up for her emotional neglect and make me hate life due to her pessimistic and mean outbursts. She may be having a period of niceness now but its kind of hard to forget that when she told me my brother should kill himself last week