and she's a new mama!

Things I learnt from that episode

1) Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones are precious souls who need to be protected at all costs

2) Betty Cooper is in fact in love with Jughead Jones and doesn’t care who knows it

3) Jughead Jones is in love with Betty Cooper, he doesn’t even have to say it you can see it in how he acts

4) Varchie need to think before they act on something purely based on instinct which they know could hurt their friends (hell I already knew this)

5) FP is the OG daddy (already knew this too) who in fact looks better with facial hair (new information)

6) Mama cooper is the she devil again (she took a few episodes off)

7) I never want to witness Jughead crying again in my lifetime

8) DID I MENTION BETTY AND JUGHEAD ARE IN LOVE?!????!?!????

papasuke + sarada headcanons

  • throughout sakura’s pregnancy, sasuke was scared shitless; orochimaru was obsessed with all things related to life—including childbirth. he knew just how many things could possibly go wrong in a pregnancy and did everything in his power to keep sakura healthy and safe
  • when sarada was born, sasuke cried (and swore sakura and tsunade to secrecy)
  • sasuke teaches sarada how to walk on water during bath time
  • sarada first activates her sharingan when she’s really young, thinking about how her papa left and how much she misses him
  • as a child sarada had an overt crush naruto and kakashi. it mortified sasuke particularly when she claimed she was going to marry one of them when she was older
  • sasuke likes taking long walks with sarada (he especially likes when she starts to get tired and reaches for his hand)
  • sasuke’s happiest when watching sakura and sarada play in the yard; he likes the view of the uchiha crests on their backs
  • sarada used to be weary of her aunt ino, despite her being her mother’s best friend, as she used to hear stories about ino crushing on sasuke
  • sasuke and sarada have a secret signal for when to activate their sharingan
  • sarada spends a lot of time in the mirror looking at herself, sharingan activated, perfecting her pout
  • when she first wakes up, sarada’s hair resembles sasuke’s genin haircut
  • sarada reminds sasuke a lot of itatchi
  • sasuke never believed in “baby talk” and thus refused to dim down his words when talking to sarada, the result being that at four years old she was calling bortuo an usuratonkachi loudly and proudly
  • it’s sasuke who braids and brushes sarada’s hair before bed
  • sarada and sasuke spend a lot of time laying in the grass on hot days talking about anything and anything. she likes it when papa tells her stories about him and uncle naruto and his travels. he likes it when she tells him about her mama and new skills she’s learned
  • sarada’s has a comprehensive collection of sasusaku onesies, including but not limited to ones that mimic sasuke’s susanno, katsuyu, aoda, garuda, and a police officer
  • sarada and sasuke have matching ponchos
  • instead of bedtime stories, sarada asks sasuke to tell her stories of him has a genin
  • (he opts to one up her proposal and shows her with genjutsu; she thinks it’s the most amazing thing in the world)
  • garuda is her favorite of her parents’ summons
  • sarada hates tomatoes, but has a garden in her window sill where she grows them for her papa
  • when sarada sees a picture of her grandpa for the first time she vows to become police captain like him and sasuke is thrilled (he knows they would have loved her)

The fact that Bakugou takes after his mom so much delights me.

I’m still nominating mama Midoriya as best mom tho gosh.

Orphan one-shot series part 3

Third installment to the series ~! Very fluffy and features baby Stella hahaha! Enjoyyyy! <3


Homecoming (Gladio)

Gladiolus Amicitia is mostly a calm and confident man. This confidence stems from the fact that he can do absolutely ANYTHING with very little effort. You sometimes get annoyed at how darn frustrating he can be simply because he’s so GOOD at everything he attempts to do. Even Ignis looks up to Gladio, and that’s saying something. Ignis is pretty darn perfect himself. So when Gladio calls you that afternoon whilst he’s out on a hunt (though, with the constant darkness plaguing Eos it looks nothing like your typical afternoon), you are surprised to hear his voice waver over the phone.

“Hey baby, it’s me…” Gladio trails off. You can hear a child crying in the background and you immediately furrow your eyebrows in concern.

“Gladiolus? Is something wrong?” You prod. You hear Gladio take another deep breath before his voice fills your ear.

“I’ve seen a lot of things, you know, but today… I feel really sick.” Gladio speaks softly into the phone, his low voice sounding like a grumble in your phone’s receiver. You cross your legs on the chair you’re seated on and lean backwards, making yourself more comfortable. You can tell Gladio really needs to be speaking to you and unloading whatever it was that bothered him. You were more than willing to hear him out.

“You want to talk about it, big guy?” you say gently through the phone. Your pet name for him elicits a short chuckle from him and you allow your lips to pull into a smile at your small success.

“I found a kid out here, trying to wake her mother up. Her mother’s head is severed from her neck. This little girl’s trying to… kiss her mother awake. She keeps pressing her lips against her mother’s cheek-” your face crumples with grief the moment you hear Gladio’s restrained sobs on the other end of the line. “She refuses to move, y/n… what the hell do I do? There are daemons everywhere and the girl starts crying like hell when I try to lift her away,” Gladio explains emphatically, his voice sounding tired and raspy. You stifle your own tears and take a gulp of air before speaking.

“Just grab her and run. If she cries, hold her tight and let her know you’re there. And that you’re going to protect her. Just… come back home safe. Don’t freeze now baby.” You waver with your words right at the end. You sniffle and can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes. You know Gladio feels inadequate, you know he feels that deep down- he can’t protect anything. But you know that he’s more than capable of protecting himself and others from even the most fatal of harms.

Gladiolus Amicitia is usually a confident man, but sometimes… he falters.

“Alright, y/n,” you hear shrieks of a little girl through the receiver and you pull away from the shock of the sudden shrill sound. “Fuck, I gotta go. I’ll call you soon- love you.” And with those words said in a hurry, Gladio hung up and you were left sitting alone in your dark dining room.

You do not part from your phone for the next few days, and hardly manage to fit in a decent amount of sleep within a twenty-four hour cycle. You’re worried about your boyfriend and his mental state. Finding that little girl in such a state must have really hit something deep inside of him. You want to make it all better for Gladio- you want to help him realise just how amazing and capable he is… but he’s much too far away from your embrace for you to do anything for him.

So you sit by your phone and wait. That is all you can do.

Around a week after you’d received the spooked phone call from your boyfriend, you hear the front lock of your door click open. You’re in bed at the time, and your eyes pry themselves wide open as you swing yourself out of bed and throw on one of Gladio’s old hoodies. You practically sprint out of your room and smile in relief when your eyes land upon Gladio’s hulking figure in the small front foyer of your home. You want to jump onto him and hug him so tight he would find it hard to breathe, but you stop yourself just in time when you quickly realise he’s got a sleeping little girl in his arms. Her blond hair is braided neatly, with tiny wisps of her hair escaping the braid, framing her peaceful face. She’s snuggled closely to Gladio’s broad, muscled chest and you’re absolutely in love with the sight.

“Hey, you…” you greet Gladio after a few moments of shared silence. Gladio rumbles a soft hum in return. He places one of his large hands on the small girl’s back and pats her a few times before she stirs from her slumber. You almost reprimand him for waking the little girl up, but you stop as the small blond stretches up in Gladio’s arms and nuzzles her face into your boyfriend’s neck.

There are now tears in your eyes from the amazingly sweet image. You’ve always found Gladio attractive in a rugged, manly type of manner. But this… this image of your boyfriend is so gentle… so pure. You want to burn this image into your memory and never forget the immense warmth that swells in your chest from witnessing the tender moment.

“Stella, we’re home.” Gladio speaks quietly, raising his gentle amber eyes to meet your gaze. In his eyes, you sense a silent question: is this okay? She can stay with us, right?  You nod, feeling a stray tear slip down your cheek.

“You’re home.” You repeat quietly. The little girl quickly turns her head in your direction and offers you a shy smile. The corners of your lips automatically lift, revealing a kind smile. When she squirms and reaches her chubby arms for you, you let out a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob. This little girl, Stella, wants you to hold her. She wants to feel your warmth. She’s chosen you to be her protector. You AND Gladio.

Gladio grunts and walks towards you, carefully passing Stella over to you. You immediately coo at the small girl in your arms and bounce her gently on your hip. Stella’s smile grows bigger and she squeals happily. She surprises you with a kiss to your cheek.

“You’ll stay awake forever now,” she smiles, though now there’s a sadness in her eyes. You can’t help but feel incredibly empty at the forlorn look on the small girl’s face. You lean forward and nuzzle the little girl’s cheek with all the love you can muster.

“Yes dearest, we’re not going anywhere. You’re home now. We’ll look after you.”

Gladio chuckles softly beside you and wraps his arm around both of you. His eyes are gentle and full of adoration as he gazes down at the both of you.

“I’ll protect you both- I swear it on the Amicitia name- I will absolutely wreck anything or anyone if they try to hurt you. Both of you.” He presses a tender kiss on your brow and strokes Stella’s cheek gently before pulling away. You catch Stella frowning at Gladio’s retreating back heading for the bedroom, where he was probably about to prepare himself for a quick shower.

Stella reaches out with one short arm, a desperate expression on her face. “PAPA! DON’T GO!” You can’t help but gasp and lock eyes with Gladio, who looked slightly flustered. He brings his hand to the back of his neck and scratches it sheepishly.

“Oh, yeah… she calls me that. I didn’t really think to stop her from doing that-” you shake your head.

“No… it’s perfect. Papa Gladiolus… maybe with time, I can be her Mama too,” you quip, a grin forming on your face at Gladio’s expense. Gladio rolls his eyes good naturedly and winks at the still distressed girl in your arms.

“Don’t worry angel, Mama’s got ya. I’m just going to get cleaned up- I’ll be right back.” Stella’s eyes are now on yours, and you watch in surprise as she mouths the word ‘Mama’ with her pretty pink lips before nodding resolutely.

“Mama- will you be my new Mama?” she asks you, her wide blue eyes searching your gaze. It takes every bit of strength within yourself to keep from breaking into tears from the unsure look on Stella’s face. You immediately nod and cuddle your daughter close. Your eyes meet with Gladio’s and you both share a moment you’ll never forget- even amidst the eternal anguish of the darkness clouding Eos.

You are parents. And you both share a silent vow to do anything and everything to ensure this little girl’s life is a happy and healthy one.

anonymous asked:

sister BREAK our cat tree? we tumble and pounce and then BAM, perch is on floor, very confuse! where i sleep now? mama say she buy new one but will 'not be here for too day'? is NOT okay

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aasdakdhsald me and my mum were watching drag race and my dad was talking shit about it and went “ugh it must be a gay thing” and my mum turned around and went “but I like it too” in the cutest voice I love her

Hogmanay pt. 1 (I love You Beyond The Brink of Madness.)

Hi all! So I have been doing some Spring Cleaning of my AU because it has spiralled a little out of control. A few chapters of this fic have been moved into a new thread called ‘Tales of Brianna’ because really they do little to feed into the central story and are really just one shots prompted by some lovely asks and some of my own random thoughts. This is more relevant over on AO3 but I love my Tumblr fam too so wanted to apologise for any confusion caused here by this.

Anyway I really hate to mess you about and to say sorry I have part one of an extended piece which is going to be pure Fraser loveliness! I hope you enjoy it, here is pt. 1 of Hogmanay.


Bree had been disappointed by Christmas. She wouldn’t admit it to Mama or Da but the lack of a tree or proper presents and carol singers had been quite disheartening. Mama had done her best and they had built a snowman in the afternoon which was fun, but that was about the only tradition from Boston that Bree had been able to observe.

Da had gifted her a little knife with an ivory handle that had her initials carved into it B.E.R.F and Bree had been pleased that he hadn’t left out the ‘R’ because she was feeling homesick and wondering what exactly Daddy was doing and whether he was alone or maybe with a new family. She didn’t know which thought made her feel worse.
Mama had wrapped up a new pair of breeks, folded playfully within a dress that Aunt Jenny had made and also a box of paints that made Uncle Ian raise his eyebrows – no doubt at at the extravagance.

She knew that she had received more than her cousins which only increased her guilt at feeling longing for the extravagant Christmas’ of the twentieth century and after supper Bree had excused herself and gone to bed early.

The next day had been better. Winter at Lallybroch was like something straight off a Christmas card. Fresh blankets of white snow every morning, smoke curling from the chimney, dark against the bright winter sky and she spent playing or hunting with Ian when they were released from their chores.

She wasn’t allowed to take her knife out with her, Mama had pretty much confiscated it the moment Da’s back was turned and assured Bree that she’d keep it safe before slipping a shilling into her hand – a bribe that Bree wished she hadn’t taken but at the time had been too wrapped up in feeling blue to think about. However Ian had a new bow and a set of arrows and he was allowed to take them out hunting whenever he pleased, which was also good news for Brianna as it meant she effectively inherited his old bow, now slightly too short for Ian but still pretty much alright for her, currently lagging one growth spurt behind him.

When Ian and Bree had asked Jenny where it had been put, Jenny had narrowed her eyes and said
“It has been put away. The two of ye ken well enough that Claire doesna want for Bree to learn how to use weapons yet.”

But then, after considering them both for a moment, she had sighed and picked up a foot stall, handing it to Ian with stern expression on her face

“Also I dinna wish either of ye to be pokin’ around on top o’ the wardrobe in Michael’s room, ken?”

After she had marched back to the kitchen Ian had grinned at Bree and nudged her in the ribs.

“Sometimes ye can really tell that Mam and Uncle Jamie are related, eh?”
*

On the fourth day, December 29th, Bree woke up, dressed in her favourite shirt and breeks and fetched her newly acquired bow from beneath her bed and walked downstairs into beautiful chaos.
Garlands of holly and thyme adorned the doorwars and thick boughs of juniper were stacked by the main entrance, stripped of their berries which were in a bowl beside them. Candles had been stationed on every available surface. The sound of fabric being struck over and over again came from outside and heedless of her contraband slung up on her shoulder, Bree padded out into the courtyard.

Jamie and Ian were beating rugs that had been draped over the washing line, both their faces shining with sweat despite the chill.

“What’s going on?”
Bree asked, wrapping her arms around herself shivering.

“Good morning, a leannan!”
Jamie wiped his brow and smiled at her

“Why is everything so … festive?”

“Hogmanay!”

Ian called cheerfully, swinging the carpet beater viciously at the rug and then stepping back to survey his work.

“Do ye think it’ll do Jamie?”

Jamie stepped around to Ian’s side and cocked his head

“Aye it’ll do if ye mean to have Jenny chase ye about the house wi’ this thing after ye give it back!”

Flicking the beater in Ian’s hand he gestured to a patch of dust on the higher right corner

“Look at that there!”

Ian clucked his tongue and rolled his eyes

“Fussy as an auld maid ye are. A patch of dust isna goin’ to offend any of our visitors.”

“It’s no’ the visitors who will be inspecting it.”

Jamie sniffed and nodded toward the house. Ian grimaced

“Last year I had the lads do this. I should ha’ done so this year too.”

Bree frowned at her father and uncle and shuffled her feet, wiggling her toes against the chill of being outdoors.

“What’s Hogmanay, Da?”

“It’s the celebration of welcoming the new year coming in and bidding the old farewell.”
Jamie said, his own rug now met his fastidious expectations, began carefully rolling it up before hefting it onto his shoulder and walking towards her.

“OH! Like New Year! With fireworks and champagne?”
Bree clapped her hands delightedly, the cold forgotten.

“Ah weel, no, I dinna have fireworks and I dinna think ye Aunty has any champagne here but there will be dancing and a fine feast and a bonfire too with guests and food and more to drink than is good for anyone so we’ll need to watch ye Mam.”

Jamie grinned, stepping into the house Bree following faithfully at his heels.

“So what happens at midnight?”

“Eh? Well that my lass is the first footing. A tall and dark man must enter the house barin’ gifts for good luck!”

Jamie deposited the rug in the hallway and turned to her, hands on his hips

“Now there is a wee discussion about this and I should care most greatly for your opinion.”

“Dinna be hounding the lass about this Jamie!”

Jenny admonished bustling between them as if by magic and inspecting the rug before glancing up at Bree.

“Your father has a bee in his bonnet about the First Foot. Pay him no heed. Your Uncle either. As bad as a couple of weans wi’ a new bauble to share.“

Jenny paused and pursed her lips at her niece

"And you’ve as much sense as either of them, walking around wi’ that on ye shoulder for the world to see.”

Bree glanced to her left and blushed, snatching the bow from her arm and quickly hiding it behind her back, a completely useless gesture but one that she felt the need to make anyway. She looked up guiltily at her Da but Jamie had that small smile on his lips that Mama called his ‘Proud Father’ smile.

“How are ye getting on wi’ it?”

“Not too bad, not brilliantly though.”

Bree smiled shyly back at him. She liked the idea of having small secrets between her and each of her parents. It was nice to feel close to them individually because they formed such a tight unit together that sometimes she could feel a little left out – after all she had been the centre of the world in Boston, the linchpin that kept her family together and she sensed it, even if she could not put it into words.

She had secrets with Mama already, little jokes about the future world and small things that Da would disapprove of like sharing a sweet before dinner or staying up past bedtime to read. Now she had a secret with Da too, learning to use a bow and arrow.

“I’ll show ye a couple of things after lunch but for now, hide it away wherever ye keep it, aye?”

Bree nodded and hurried up the stairs oblivious to the slender black eyebrow aunt Jenny raised at Jamie.

“What?”
He asked defensively but Jenny only smiled good-naturedly at him

“She has ye around her pinky, Jamie”

“Pah!
Jamie feigned haughtiness and strode past her but not before Jenny saw the faint pink blush of happiness that touched his cheekbone.

Jenny shook her head and sighed contentedly – it was time for bringing in the new year and with it a breath of joy that the dear old house had long needed. It was Hogmanay.

Who Needs MI-5?

Another installment of the Professors Fraser with a side of cinnamon roll Jamie.



All the Fraser children knew it was a verifiable truth that their parents had a marriage built on complete honesty. Despite this well known fact, as soon as each term began an un-discussed tension radiated from their mother while their father was perplexed as to why. The issue, their mother had recently explained to the two oldest, was relatively simple; as incredibly intelligent their father was about Scottish history, he was equally inept at reading stranger’s social cues.  His students’ infatuated offerings more specifically were the source of Claire’s annoyance. Which is why the pair hatched a plan to avoid having any anonymous presents causing unnecessary stress in their familial well-being.

As was his habit, Professor Jamie Fraser was in his office well past his posted hours working on his newest project. He had just gotten back from a week on Shetland and was eager to gather his findings into a cohesive report. It had gone half six, Fraser tea time, so Bree and Faith were sent to fetch him home.

“Da!” Bree called from the hallway. “Mama says it’s time for tea. It’s Forfar bridies, your favourite!”

Faith coughed a few times as they walked closer to their father’s open doorway. A perfume drenched box sat just outside it on a chair seemed to be the culprit. It appeared that another season of enamoured gift giving had begun. She looked at her sister with her nose wrinkled and a frown on her face.

Shh! We have to hide this from Da.”  she signed. “And Mama as well.  Da’s editing his new manuscript and that’s all he’ll be thinking about. Give it to me and I’ll get rid of it!”

Bree quickly handed the offending item over to her sister and watched her dash towards the incinerator chute. She suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder and turned to see her Da grinning as he grabbed her into a hug.

“How is my wee little Bree today!” he chuckled. “And what’s this I hear about your Mam making bridies? We’d best get home before your brother eats them all.”

Faith rounded the corner and skidded to a stop right. “Hiya Da!” she squeaked. “Time for tea!”

He narrowed his eyes at both girls since he knew if his oldest was using her voice, her hands were too shaky to sign, a dead giveaway of guilt. His stomach growled before he could find out what she had been up to.

He pointed to his belly, “Your Mam must be psychic!” he signed. “My stomach is about to eat itself!”

His daughters rolled their eyes. “Da jokes!” they gestured in unison.

Crisis averted for another day.

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@inukag-week  2017 Day 2 - Fear.

I’m soo laaateee again!!! Sorry!!

The story about Kagome trying to tell scary stories to her children and things don’t go as expected. She finds another way her and Inuyasha’s kids are not normal kids.


Kagome stared outside from her threshold. She smiled. The weather was chilly, not too much but enough for certain people she loved to want something warm.

She was so ready for this, it was finally fall, with it’s soft wind, the warm colors and the sometimes creepy shadows. She couldn’t stay still from the excitement.

Kagome waved her hand as the figures she was waiting for appeared on the road. A few years back she would have jumped in her place, but she had learned to avoid such displays of emotions around her easily excited children.

By the time they washed their hands with the water she had left them outside, and cleaned their feet, Kagome was sitting in her usual place in front of the fire pit, serving dinner.

She was so ready for it.

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03/02/2017 Visiting my son’s family

Well, finally I able to write down about our last visit to Fernando and Gemma’s house. I know, I know we live in the same city, but they have their own family and everyday routine so we can’t really meet too often. But yesterday was that day when we all can finally get together and have some home fun! 

It’s almost 2 months since Faye was adopted by Gemma and Fernando. I have to say that this girl is super cute and communicative! At the first time she was as active, cause it was adaptational period and and it took a while to get used to the new environment and people. She calls Gemma ‘mama’ and Fernnado ‘dada’ since her first day in their house. And it can’t not buy over! She’s so sweet and girly. She likes hugs and attention. She quickly found a common language with Debora and they played almost all the time we spent there. 

Elio is doing well too. I’m so gald to see the extension of my son in him. I see many common moments with little Fernando. Of course it’s 50% of Gemma in him and there’s visible too, cause Elio is not a copy of dad, she’s mix of both parents. He’s still very calm and don’t cry too much. This sweet boy amazes me everytime I see him. Now he’s almost 8 months and he crawling almost everywhere! He tries to stand near the furniture, but not for so long yet. He loves to throw his toys and play hide and seek with blanket :) 

As for my role to Faye, she didn’t understand yet who I am and who is Debora. It’s still difficult to 1year and 4 months child to correlate people’s roles in her life. I guess for her I still “ an aunt” that cames somtimes to visit her family and talk to parents and play with her and Elio. She tries to call me ‘grandma’, but for now it’s like ‘grama’ :D 

I’ll made the second post with some other photos, that can’t be pasted here, so hope you’ll enjoy them :)

Hope you all have a great day :)

Breaking the One Damn Rule: Part 2

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Hydra is attacking and Pietro is coming to get you. Facing Hydra is only somewhat scarier than the fact the Avengers now know about Pietro’s forbidden relationship with you and your little bundle of joy on the way.

Warnings: Language, angst, violence, Pregnant!Reader

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Words: 2,607

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When the day met the Night - Part Two, Chapter Twenty Six

A tiny little itty bitty chapter, just for fun 😘

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I could hear her chatting excitedly as they came up the corridor. “Shhh, the babies are trying to sleep” said Jared quietly as the door slowly opened. Shannon and Constance followed Jared into the room. She spotted me on the bed and ran over jumping up on the bed, “mama, I missed you!” she squealed. At the sound of the squeal, another wail was heard, lower and tiny, coming from the cot. She gasped and looked over into the cot, “is that it?!” she said looking between Jared and me. We both nodded waiting for her reaction. She jumped off the bed and went over to peer into the cot. “Is he going to make this much noise all the time?” she asked rolling her eyes. We all stifled laughs as Jared picked him up. “He’ll probably make a lot of noise yes, but you did as well” he said rocking him against his chest gently. Jared sat down on the couch and she went over standing in front of them. Shannon and Constance came over hugging and kissing me in congratulations. Beau had stopped crying and opened his eyes to take in his surrounding. “Do you want to hold him” Jared asked, she shook her head, “no, he has a squishy face” she said gently patting his cheek. Suddenly she looked at Beau then at Jared, she repeated the action a couple of times. “He’s got pretty eyes like yours daddy” she said cooing at Jared. He grinned at her then looked over at me raising his eyebrows. “Well she’s not wrong” I said smiling at him warmly. Suddenly she squealed again!! “Mama, you have a shiny new ring!!” she ran over grabbing my hand to have a closer look. Shannon and Constance both gasped in surprise, I’d almost forgotten. “Oh man, you did it!! Congratulations! Told you she wouldn’t say no!” said Shannon going over and leaned down hugging Jared then coming over and pulling me into a bear hug. Constance hugged me firmly, “I’m so happy for you both, this is fantastic news” she said excitedly, I nodded thanking her, a few tears escaping me. “What what?!” asked Bluebell confused. “Daddy and I are going to get married” I said explaining. She nodded and asked simply, “so I get to wear a big fluffy dress?” I nodded, “yes”. “Yay!!” She said dancing around totally excited at the prospect. “Well I guess she likes him” said Jared laughing. I shrugged, “as long as he doesn’t want her big fluffy dress she’ll tolerate him I think!” I said giggling.

The Librarians meme season 2  ⇒ Five Episodes [5/5]
And the Point of Salvation

“I’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve told me that story.”

“Why’d you let me tell it again?”

“I like the way you look at me when you tell it.”

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“I don’t get it though… she said I was special, why would she leave…”  

Maybe he was over-dramatizing it a little bit, having wandered off and was offended no one came looking for him with it now getting dark leaving him sitting here all by himself until a strange woman approached him.  Judar glanced up, surprised to see white rukh instead of black having found him, “Can you help me?  I don’t wanna be by myself anymore,”

           When Ugo had sent her to this world, jumping in front of Arba’s attack, she left with Aladdin to the new world he and her husband built. Along with each clan leader and she’s lived in this world for 1000′s of years, a spell on both herself and Aladdin to keep from aging. Finding a boy, so young, sitting on the ground all by himself. No other life nearby. Sheba knew what being abandoned was like, her parents just leaving her at a cathedral. Holding her arms out for the boy, if he wishes, she smiled at him and gave a nod, “Then I won’t let you be alone anymore.” She had a home in the Great Rift, away from the humans to protect her unborn child and herself.

Introduction

Hi. I’m new at this. Actually sharing what I write. I wanted to try writing for my favorite ship which is Rivamika. I’ve written fanfiction and stuff for years but never posted much before but seeing everyone else made me want to stop being such a coward and just go for it. I thought I would start small and do the 100 theme challenge. Wish me luck. Or courage. Theme one is introduction

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