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“I really don’t like the idea of you coming along for this Rey. I have no idea if it will be a trap.”

Rey was pulling her hair back into a bun as she glared at him. Ben knew that Rey wasn’t going to let him meet with Phasma on his own, but he thought it was worth a shot. The last thing he wanted was to put Rey in danger.

“I’m not letting you go to lunch with that giant by yourself. We are a team, we do this together or not at all.”

He sighed as he walked up behind her, placing his hands over her flat stomach as he kissed her neck.

“Yes of course, but you are carrying some precious cargo.”

“Did you really just refer to our baby as cargo?” Rey chuckled. She spun in his arms and pulled him down for a kiss.

Happy Thanksgiving American readers!

Thank you to my beta @noriselly

Derek creeping checking in on Stiles because he just happened to be in the neighborhood when he heard Stiles mumble his name. So it’s completely understandable he runs towards the noise just to make sure no monster of the week is hiding underneath his bed.

Or so Derek tells himself every single morning as he laces up his running shoes before heading out for his routine morning run along the path he and his wolf agreed upon, just to make sure his mate is safe and sound.

Me to myself last night: I’m just gonna sketch something tonight.. nothing too overdone…
*two and a half hours later*
…i failed.

But the good news is everyone gets some Star struck Lance!

Please send some sunshine and rainbows my way!

Hi friendos, I don’t post a lot of personal stuff but I am unbelievably stressed out with my big move to the UK this week and just found out that my puppy won’t be able to travel with me. He’ll still be able to get to me, just 10 days later and alone (flying cargo, poor baby!). Could use some positive vibes today, I’m an emotional stress wreck right now! 

Life with overprotective parent(s)

Overprotective parent(s)= phenomenal liars, sneaky ass kids and socially awkward kids as well.

they have to know everything about your friends and their parents and if they don’t like them saying goodbye to ever seeing them. If your friend drives then(this is how my mom is) they have to see how they drive and if they don’t like how they drive then you can never drive with them or even be friends with them anymore. Overprotective parents call you “they’re baby” or “they’re precious cargo” and they use that against you. They never let you out with friends without a guilt trip first or they make up ridiculous reasons why you can’t go. They give you a set time to be with your friends if you’re lucky enough( I only get an half an hour or an hour if I’m lucky and if I home a second late then I get the yelling of my life, grounding, and everything taken away.)

Household chores:
They make you do everything around the house. They expect you do to do things that they want you to do without them telling you. They basically want you to be a mind reader. If you don’t do something right on the first try they yell at you, saying things like “you can never move out! You can’t do anything without me!” It’s their way or you’re dead. If you don’t clean like how they like it they yell you and when you don’t clean they yell. You’re screwed either way.

Dating(ooo this one is a fun one)
You can never date. Absolutely never. And if you try they will try their very best to scare the poor guy or girl off. So they can always have you to themselves. If you meet a great guy or girl online, they have to meet then the same day you do. There’s no in-between. You feel like you’re giving them a death sentence without them knowing. So you basically put your dating life on hold until you move out.

You in general:
They think you are the most stupid, clueless, brainless wonder. In their eyes you can’t do anything right. You have submit to their will and become a obedient robot child. And they will always think you’re a child no matter how old you are. (for my mom she will not view me as an adult until I’m 30 years old or even in my damn grave.) they have to baby you and drown you in their so called love. You must dress how they want or you are never aloud in public. Your opinions mean nothing and I mean nothing to them.

Moving out on your own( my second favorite one)
Haha haha haha gooooooooooood luck with that. They never want you to leave. And they will clearly tell you that. Then they will make you feel guilty and feel like shit for even considering leaving them( my mom has cried over me leaving. So I made a deal with her that I wouldn’t leave until I’m 25….) and if you do move out FUCKING RUN AND BE THE FREE BIRD YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO BE!!!

If I missed anything or you want to add anything feel free to reblog. But this also a bit of an insider for what’s like having overprotective parents and controlling parents or both rolled into one.

anonymous asked:

(Cargo mov) baby estaba viva?!? Y cómo murieron los shadow y que pasó con SHabonnie?!? Y a dónde va Bawn bawn?!?

son muchas preguntas XD dios

introductions | luke hemmings

hey remember how i said one day i’ll stop writing about biscuit well i lied so

biscuit is introduced to someone super special (and super small), and … is unbothered 

Biscuit is a good boy.  He does what he’s told - he sits when he’s asked and goes outside when Luke tells him to.  The most mischief he gets up to is burying Luke’s socks in the backyard when he’s left unsupervised for long enough.  But Luke is nervous.  Stressed.  Almost terrified. 

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Have you guys seen/heard this?? This video was uploaded to youtube two years before the EP was released. I think it’s the brian sella original version ft. baby mat, cargo shorts brian, and some pretty sweet special effects

5SOS: Black Spot on the Sun

Read My Mind might be good to read first if you haven’t. It takes place before this. Please enjoy. I hope you guys like it. It’s very long. I suggest getting comfy and maybe something to munch or sip on.


Luke Hemmings could not have been any prouder of himself. This time around, he had her. There was no way she could ignore this or weasel her way around his rules. In his favorite pair of flip flops, Luke stood in the center of his garage, empty of cars, with his hands wrapped in front of his chest and grinned mischievously at the two burly men installing metal bars over the organized wall of his daughter’s surfboards.

“Looks great, guys.” He mumbled with a nod at the two men he had hired, listening to the twirl of a power drill like it was a soothing melody, taking away all his problems. Luke’s blue eyes were piercing into the lock on the ground, thrilled for it’s installation that was only mere minutes away. If it wasn’t for the sound of the garage door beginning to open and reveal the three men inside, Luke might have begun to sing out joyously like the lead in an Evangelical choir, clapping his hands over his head and praising every God there was out there.

Before Luke could turn to see which one of his three children was home, Penelope was standing right in front of him. She had her hair up in his favorite way, two little donut holes on either side of her head with a perfect straight part in the middle, but her hands were laying flat at her sides. She had her tanned back to him, but Luke knew that she was wearing a most befuddled look while watching her precious surfboards be boarded up on the wall. He couldn’t help himself. After she had woken up that morning at three in the morning and gone out night surfing, Luke lost it. He couldn’t even count how many times this year alone that he had forbade his leggy teen from going to the beach after sundown. He had grounded her more times than he and his brothers were ever grounded combined, but she still just ran to the water as if it was calling out for her. If Penelope wanted to be a mermaid then Luke would happily be King Triton and that meant being firm and ruthless with her. Stepping forward, Luke smiled manically at her and widened his eyes on her squint.

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Never Enough

Enough – Part 2
Prompt #14 Harry, you’ll only hurt her.

Your husband’s hair was short again. That was the first thing you noticed when he left you standing in the doorway, your daughter on your hip, little head snuggled against your chest. Her green eyes were bright as she watched Harry leave. Ava shuffled, becoming restless, as if she somehow knew her father was leaving, not to return for a long while. She loved Harry. Adored him. Was just like him. She couldn’t be apart from Harry for a mere afternoon without fussing. How in the hell was she supposed to manage six months? Hell, how were you? You sniffled, closing the door behind you as you stepped into the house. You willed yourself not to cry. That would be saved for the night. Ava needed you. She needed Harry too. But right now, you were all she had. You just prayed you’d be enough.

Four Months Later

You could feel their eyes glued to your stomach. The loose shirt you had chosen purposefully was letting you down. You shifted in your seat, the attention making you more than uncomfortable. Ava gurgled in the high chair, happily oblivious to the world. Leann was all too willing to drag the chair out from the attic, her kids having grown out of it some time ago.

You saw across from Leann and Georgia where their judgmental eyes burnt holes into your body. You knew the way they were. The way they talked. And even though they were your friends, you weren’t immune to their venom.

“If anyone has something to say, you can say it now,” you said, breaking the terse silence.

Georgia shook her head sadly in your direction. “Baby girl, how the hell does that man always manage to knock you up before he skirts halfway across the world to play soldier?”

Your eyes narrowed at how she spoke of Harry. At how little she spoke of Harry’s decision to serve his country one last time, the promise he had made a year and a half back. The first time, Harry left knowing his baby was growing in your stomach. But this time, he was just as clueless as you were when he said goodbye. You found out about your second pregnancy a month after Harry had left. You were two months then.

“Back off Georgia, it’s not like he does it on purpose,” you warned.

Leann rolled her eyes. “What? He doesn’t realize when he’s fucking you? He done it so often he forgot what it felt like?” Her laugh cackled.

You could feel your blood boil with each word against your husband. It wasn’t lost on anyone, yourself included, that Harry had slept his way through the town as a late teen. That was before he meant you. All of it was. How could you hold it against him? His dad was as good as dead and his mama worked day in day out to pay the bills. He didn’t have anyone to show him how to be. He grew into his own man without any guidance, and you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“I’m his wife, I’m the only one now. That’s all that matters.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to explain yourself to these women. Maybe it was because they were speaking against Harry and he wasn’t there to defend himself.

“Yeah, your husband,” Georgia scoffed. “And where is he now? And where are you, his pregnant wife, and your daughter? Some husband he is.”

“I tell you, Y/N, you married the wrong man. Such a sweetheart growing up, you still are, too bad you fell for the low class filth,” Leann said.

Tears pricked your eyes and you could feel the room spin. You knew that if Harry was here, he’d tell you to walk away, that he didn’t care what they said, that you were all that mattered to him. Then he’d hold you at night while you cried, saying you hated how he was treated. He’d caress your head and say he had no idea what he did in his life to deserve you.

But Harry wasn’t here. And that wasn’t going to happen.

You swallowed back the bile rising in your throat. “You’re right. He’s my husband. So butt the hell out and worry about your own damn marriages! Because I know damn well they ain’t perfect! Leann, is Grant still spending more time at the bar than the office? And Georgia, how’s Joe doing? Maybe I should ask his secretary. God knows she sees him—and fucks him—more than you do.” Their mouths dropped wide open.

Your voice had risen with anger, a foreign sound to Ava. She began to cry in her chair. You picked her up and held her to your chest, soothing her. You didn’t want to lose your temper in front of her or expose her to foul language, but it was worth it if it showed her how to stand up for herself. You grabbed your purse and left the house.

“Y/N,” Leann called softly.

Your heart sank. Your friends loved you, but hated Harry. But you couldn’t love someone who didn’t love the person you loved the most. It just wasn’t enough.

Harry leaned back on his elbows, his legs stretched out in front of him. He pressed the cigarette to his lips, and exhaled the smoke in a long cloud. He choked a little and took a swig of his gin. The burn controlled the ache. But only slightly.

He existed in his own little bubble. The men around him were rowdy from alcohol and the buzz of having a night off. The poker chips were out and the glasses were full. Harry wished he was out in the trenches. He needed a distraction. He needed this night to have happened on some other day.

“Woah, woah, woah,” John said, taking a seat beside Harry. “Is Harry Styles smoking and drinking? My my my, this just ain’t something we see every day,” he drawled, taking a drag of his own cigarette.

Harry smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just a one time thing, mate.”

“I would hope so. Don’t you have a wife and a kid waiting on you back home?”

Harry grimaced at the mention of his family. The family he felt like he was failing. Harry, you’ll only hurt her, your father’s voice rang through his mind.

“Yeah, well, they’re kinda why I need these right now,” Harry said quietly.

“What happened? Your woman leave you for someone with a shit ton of cash?” John teased. Harry didn’t mind. He had a friend in John.

Harry shook his head slowly. “Today’s Ava’s first birthday. And I’m not spending the day with her. I’m all the way here with you fuckers.”

John rested his hand on Harry’s shoulder, unsure how to offer any support other than that. His wife couldn’t conceive. He didn’t know what it was like to leave a baby behind. He could only imagine how bad it must feel for Harry.

Harry’s head felt light with the drink. A one-time thing, he mentally reminded himself.

The officer with the mail entered the room, making his way through the soldiers lucky enough to be written to.

“Letter for Styles,” he announced, handing Harry a slim envelope.

Harry examined the paper in his hands as if it were a mystery. He had received a letter from you yesterday and you were the only one he ever wrote to. There was no sender information on the front. He ran a thumb through the fold, opening it.

It wasn’t a letter. It was a photo. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. And these thousand words were all lies.

The alcohol must have been playing tricks on him. He held the picture close and far, one eye open and one eye closed. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t make the swell on your stomach flatten. You were pregnant. Holy shit, you were pregnant.

“John! John! How long have we been here?” Harry asked frantically.

He hated the place his thoughts went to, but why wouldn’t you tell him? If it was his, why wouldn’t you have said?

“Four months. Don’t worry, Styles, only two more to go,” John said, misunderstanding.

Harry let out a sigh of relief. Doing some quick mental math, he saw that the timing added up. Considering that the two of you spent each night leading up to his departure making love, sometimes for all night long, the bump looked the perfect size.

Folding the picture into his back pocket, Harry stood up and left the party. He knew exactly who he needed to see. You were alone for your entire first pregnancy. He didn’t want you alone for your second.

He had done his time. Worked harder than any other soldier there without a complaint. They had to understand. Enough was enough.

“I think the baby would like some more cake,” Anne said kindly, pushing the plate closer to you.

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” And I also don’t feel like celebrating much, you wanted to add.

Ava was fast asleep, leaving you free to drop your happy façade. Harry should have been here. For you and for Ava and for the little boy inside you. You knew he would have been here if he could, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Anne looked at you with sympathy but didn’t say anything.

“I think I’m just going to head to bed,” you announced, placing the plate into the sink.

Anne nodded solemnly and let herself out the front door.

Your dream that night was so real it was almost torturous. Harry’s voice was so perfect it almost sounded real. You were drifting in and out of consciousness, catching bits and pieces of your husband’s words. His throaty voice singing Happy Birthday, promising to love your daughter forever. Your heart grew in size at the imaginary moment.

Then the voice was louder. Closer. The voice was a whisper. Introducing itself as the daddy. Asking him if he was behaving for mommy. Telling him how lucky it was to have you as a mother.

You felt a slight breeze on your newly exposed stomach but it was soon replaced with warm, calloused hands.

Now that was real.

Your eyes sprang open and even in the dark, you could make out the face of your husband.

“Harry,” you cried, sitting up in bed.

“Easy baby,” he chuckled. “Precious cargo.” He patted your stomach.

Tears fell down your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He was here. He was home. He smelled just as you remembered and you took it in as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“You’re home,” you sobbed.

“I am,” Harry said, rubbing your back. “And you’re pregnant.”

You froze. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, but I…” He pressed a finger to your lips.

“Shh, shh. Don’t worry about a thing. It’s not good for you or the baby, Y/N. I’m home. Daddy’s home, that’s all that matters.” The smile on his lightly stubbly face was breathtaking.

“How long are you home for?” you dared to ask.

“Forever,” Harry answered, watery eyes bored into yours.

Having him close awakened your fire. You devoured his mouth with your own, tongues tasting each other like the first and last time. You wanted this man. Fuck, did you want him.

“Make love to me,” you begged.

Harry’s eyes widened. You could see the crotch of his pants strain. “You want that?”

You nodded shyly. He didn’t need to know how many nights you had woken up, using your own fingers to take care of business.

Harry’s taut naked body was ready at your entrance.

“Slow, baby, I want to do this slow,” he purred.

You nodded. There was no need to rush. He wasn’t going anywhere this time. But you knew that no matter how much time, how much life you had together, it would never be enough.


We saw a dinosaur out for a walk through cherry blossoms in Stanley Park today. It’s not everyday you find yourself face to face with a sweet baby dinosaur. He came over and breathed a hello to these two littles. Oria liked looking at the dinosaur from a distance rather than having him approach her but she stayed cool. Arrow didn’t even make a peep.