babiesssss :')


I’ve been really busy recently with trying to avoid the future.  And I forgot that there’s always another way.

What is that?

Making the future. Our future.  My great-grandfather gave this to my great-grandmother after World War II.  He wanted to propose before he was shipped out, but he didn’t have the money and he bought it three years later when he was stationed in London.  Fought his way across France, all the way to Berlin, and with this ring around his neck with his dog tags.  And when he got back she was waiting for him on the dock of the Brooklyn Navy Yards.  He proposed on the spot.  After my mom passed away, Joe held on to this for me, until tonight. 


Iris West, will you marry me?

Baby Please (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Based off of a prompt I found on tumblr: “you crouched down to coo at my baby but i forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is to play with people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you”
Word Count: 2,224
Warnings: Fluffiness.
A/N: I realize this is weird since they’re 17, but let’s just pretend they’re a bit older in most of my fics and it’ll all be fine! Haha, hope you like this. Your feedback is golden. xx also ETHAN WITH BABIES.

The day started out fine. Sure, you had woken up with the sun shining in your face and that had annoyed you a bit, but it was after all your fault. You had crashed as soon as you had put Ruth to sleep; she had been fussy and refused to sleep so you had stayed up until 2 a.m. And somehow you had forgotten to pull the drapes closed, hence why woke up feeling like you were bathing in Satan’s asscrack.

Ruth had been a bit fussy during breakfast, banging her tiny fists on the table whenever you tried to feed her the mushy babyfood. You tried everything, but apparently speaking gently, sounding like a train, a car or an airplane didn’t work. She had even proceeded to pull on your hair to which you had flinched a bit, trying to pry her little hands open so she would let go of your hair.

She had developed that weird habit out of nowhere. Whenever people got close enough to her, she would grab onto their hair and hang onto her dear life. It was weird, but you always made sure to put your hair up in a ponytail or a bun whenever you were near her.

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This isn’t payback, is it?

Only now I noticed that Bucky SMILES in the last gif