babies ;3;

Flashback 01 - Perfect 🌱

“I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
We are still kids, but we’re so in love, fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling just hold my hand, be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes…” 

boomerangst  asked:

hi angie how are your cats

G thank u for giving me this opportunity to gush like the proud parent i am….. a True pal……

my kitties are doing great, jasmine continues to be quite small and raja sometimes mistakes her for a rodent or perhaps a dirty sock

can you believe this???? 8 weeks and a hair bigger than the poppies on this kitchen mat

she also continues to vary between extremely photogenic

(ignore her nose crusties she likes to Dive In when it’s chow time)

to looking like the dumb baby she is

and speaking of dumb babies you know who’s a Giant Dumb Baby??? this fool right here who’s clearly not meant for this litter box but damned if she’s not gonna do it!!! bc queen Raja does as she pleases!!!

smh she’s practically tipping it over. raja we get it you have Previously An Only Child syndrome

Derek + Casey + a Fake Baby (Part 3)

The next day goes much the same way, with Casey and Derek working together seamlessly all while spouting insults at each other, and George and Nora slowly start to feel silly for being concerned. Their two eldest have always gotten on each other’s nerves, but they’ve also always made a good team when forced to work together. What could be more familial than that? And if they seem to be getting a little too into this assignment, well, it’s only natural. They’re growing up, starting to think about their futures. Goodness knows Casey’s always had a maternal streak, and Derek is so wonderful with Marti… it makes sense that they would both look forward to parenthood. As for the domesticity, well, they do live together. That’s all it is.

That’s what George and Nora tell themselves, and each other, until Nora walks into their home the afternoon of day 3 and overhears the following:

“Ha! Told ya, Casey, she’s a daddy’s girl. Aren’t ya, Lex?”

Surprisingly (and creepily) the thing actually answers him with a little robotic giggle.

“Fine, Derek. You win.”

There’s a brief moment of silence, and then-

“Caseeey, are you seriously gonna be mad about this?”

“I’m not mad, I just don’t like losing. Especially to arrogant jerks like you.”

“Oh my God, are you upset that our fake baby likes me better?”


Another moment of silence.

“It’s just-”

“You’re so easy.”

Why does she like you better? Why are you better at this than me?”

“Okay, first of all, she doesn’t actually like anyone, because she’s a robot. Second of all, if I tried to raise an actual baby without you it would be dead by now and you know it.”

“That’s a horrible thing to say.”

“Yeah, but it’s true.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. I’ve seen you with Marti.”

“And yet she’d never even seen a vegetable until you moved in here, so what does that tell you? Look, Case, there’s no way you’re not going to make the lamest, most stick in the mud parent ever. But there’s also no way you won’t be awesome at being that because you basically already are.”

Wide eyed, and Nora finally swings the door closed to announce their presence. Casey comes scurrying out of the kitchen with the baby, and Derek follows casually behind her with a sandwich. They both have ‘guilty’ practically written across their foreheads and Nora tells herself it’s just because she caught them genuinely getting along.

She almost has herself believing it by the time George comes home an hour later, but the second she sees him, the few damning words she’s been trying not to think about pop into her head.

If I tried to raise an actual baby without you.

“Georgie, I think we need to talk.”

Just to clarify why this is such a low quality drawing, I am moving house tomorrow and all my art crud is in boxes, but I am still PUMPED TO DRAW. So this is a pencil drawing on the back of an envolope photographed with my phone. I will draw better things when I am unpacked.
I really wanted to draw @mr-tony-clock‘s forbidden padlock akshfifhrifhgkj. I love geoclock but also this too, gosh.


“They chose Serra.” said Liam, looking his cousin straight in the eye with a with a small smile playing on the corner of his lips and warm affection in his eyes. 

The rest of his family looked at each other in confusion, but it was so obvious to him. Serra, a beautiful and smart young maiden of age sixteen. Pure and perfect, born to a small noble house and raised like a daughter by a prominent noble house. Serra had been raised, unknowingly by herself and perhaps even his mother, to be a great lady.  She had the poise, elegance and patience while remaining strong. Liam told his family as much.

“And let’s be honest,” he added at the end, “The Grey’s would never marry Illyana to me. They like me and respect you both, but I’m far too unpredictable for their liking. Maybe they realized this would be the perfect way to join our households.” 

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