2/4 of cats cuddling. Caboose is the big boy blonde and Regan is the tortie baby. He hates cuddling, but he has been letting her get closer and closer. This is the closest I’ve ever seen them. I literally have a picture from a few months back where he let her touch paws with him and then she laid her head on his paw and he ran away. He loves her.
It is actually kind of cool to realize that you possess
specialty knowledge that may be of use to others. Stuff that you didn’t really
KNOW you knew, until, of course, you are reading along in a fic and something the author
describes (or the character says) brings your brain to a screeching halt. “That’s
not right – it can’t possibly happen that way…” And then you go and do actual
research to back up your gut knowledge. This little FAQ is the result of one
My dad fixed antique and classic cars for a living from 1964
– 1978, owning his own showroom for 3 years near the end of that time. Born in 1966, I grew up playing in old
cars, hiding in floorboards and exploring them to my heart’s content. Our
family car for several years was a 1966 Thunderbird, but when dad went to car
shows, we rode in whatever he wanted to show off. I’ve been in rumble seats,
hard top convertibles, cars with windshields that laid down flat, and cars with
no roof, doors, or walls of any kind. My 1st car was a fully
restored 1966 mustang. Without really realizing it, I soaked up a LOT of inherent
understandings about older cars. The information below is based in that knowledge,
backed up with some internet research.
The following is true about Baby (the character in SPN, not necessarily
the actual cars that play her):
1) Compared to most modern sedans, Baby is BIG. Like
REALLY BIG. She is 17 and ¾ feet long (5.4 meters) and 7 feet 8 inches wide (2.03
meters). Allowing for door thickness on either side and the gaps between doors
and bench seat, I’m betting the front seat is a little over 5 feet wide. Given
basic geometry and human skeletal limitations, this means it is not possible
for the passenger to have their head resting against the passenger door/window
AND place their hand on the driver’s thigh. If the passenger is in this
position, the driver can, at best, entwine
fingers with the passenger’s outstretched hand. That’s IT (even with Sam’s
monkey arms). Sitting up straight, yes. Slumped over, no. On the plus side, this is why the guys can, in fact, get some
sleep in her (and have fun in the back seat).
2) Despite how big Baby is, she is kinda short. Baby is only 54 inches
high (4’6” or 138 cm). INSIDE the car, she is slightly less than 4 feet tall
total. This means that the following actions WILL make you bump your head (or
butt or hands or feet) on the ceiling unless you are very very slow and careful:
climbing over the back seat, straddling someone’s lap, taking off your pants or
t-shirt (unless nearly lying down in the seat), and lunging across the front
bench seat to attack someone bodily. And you will look graceless doing it.
[Ahem, trust me on these, I KNOW.] Additional negative modifiers for Sam due to
so i was talking with @turianmailman about what if the kids in class 1A had to do that thing where they have to take care of a fake baby and
Izuku accidentally names his Deku. he can’t change it. is somewhat ok at taking care of the baby but it comes back a little worse for wear
Aoyama is just. bad at this. the baby hates his room. he tries to fix it by adding more sparkles. it makes things worse
Mina accidentally melts part of her baby. also part of Aoyama’s baby
Tokoyami gets a giant egg instead of a baby. it hatches by the end of the project and inside there’s a little Present Mic plush. he doesn’t know how to feel about this
Sero is actually?? really good at this??? he swaddles the baby in his tape and tapes it to his chest like a proud papa and gets weirdly over protective of his child
Tsuyu is great at this b/c she’s had to take care of her younger siblings since forever
Tooru loves dressing her baby up all the time
Shouji is also really really good at this and has absolutely no trouble with the baby b/c of his extra hands
Iida is really good at the technical stuff but the emotional stuff still kinda stumps him. he’s the fastest diaper changer in the entire class.
Momo is the most loving mother in the whole class and treats the baby like her own and the class has never seen her look so happy and content and cute it’s so heartwarming to see. the only thing she struggles with is making the baby laugh/entertaining it
Mineta stuck his to a wall on the first day and forgot about it
Satou is also really really good at this????? he never had any problems at all he’s just very good with the baby
Kirishima gets one of the best grades in the class b/c he’s also just. really good with babies apparently???
Jirou suffers because she can hear it’s cries louder than anyone else thanks to her quirk and desperately tries not to destroy it with a sound wave and does a fairly good job of taking care of it otherwise
Ochako is fairly decent at taking care of her’s too, but she can be clumsy and forgetful at times so the baby comes back a little roughed up, but fine overall
everything Todoroki does is unintentionally funny to the baby and he has absolutely no clue why
Ojirou uses his tail to hold the baby most of the time and he’s also a really good papa to it. a very loving and sweet papa
Denki accidentally destroyed his during the first week
Kouda is very kind and patient with his baby b/c to him it’s just like caring for baby animals
Bakugou was the only person not allowed to do his project alone because without supervision there’s a 98% chance that when it cried he’d throw the baby at the wall repeatedly until it broke or blow it up out of anger and he’d fail the entire project, so he’s forced to partner up with someone. (the idea we had is Ochako b/c she’s 13th in the class and really really reallyneeds a good grade and isn’t afraid to work with Bakugou)
True love: Facing the greatest dark wizard of your time without a weapon just to give your wife and child time to run from him, knowing that you will 100% die, yet not backing down for a single moment.
Obsession: Skipping the dead body of the husband of your ‘’love’’, completely ignoring the traumatized baby with a scar at the shape of the Killing curse, just to hug and cry on the body of a woman that canceled out all contact with you and then leave without doing anything about the baby
When An Ex Tries To Get Back With His Pregnant Wife (Mafia AU, Requested)
You and Namjoon took a stroll through Seoul, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. It wasn’t often he could publicly go out with you for fear of someone harming you. With both of you dressed in masks and hats, adding sunglasses for extra measure, you took a morning walk to fetch baby supplies.
Namjoon hated when you hid your bump even if it wasn’t on purpose. So when you shrugged on the long black rain coat, he pouted in an adorable fashion.
Your thoughts fled you when you spotted an adorable pair of bright pink VANS made for newborns. You tugged on Namjoon’s long sleeve like a child yourself.
“Hang on, I’ll go in and buy them. Why don’t you look at the clothes while you wait?” You squealed and gave him a peck on the cheek before you scanned through the children’s clothes while Namjoon checked out.
“Y/n?” That voice made you freeze. You looked over your shoulder to the man with the wide grin. It was your ex. Your first real relationship. “I haven’t seen you in years! How are you?” He moved in for a hug but a strong hand caught the collar of his jacket.
“Can I help you?” Namjoon’s voice was rough and cold, the same one used with interrogating. Your husband fitted himself tightly between you and your ex.
“It’s alright Joonie. He’s an old friend.” Namjoon relaxed under your soft touch. Before he could open his mouth to apologize, the other man had scurried off to hide. Namjoon chuckled and handed you the small bag with the shoes.
“You do realize I know that was your ex, right?”
Jin was overprotective of you during your pregnancy. Always keeping a hand on your stomach or keeping you no further than arms distance. So when you went out for an evening walk to catch some fresh air, Jin was right there. You were dressed in only his t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.
Jin begged you to at least put on a coat but you shook your head and exited onto the street. Your penthouse apartment was in the center of the city, courtesy of Jin himself. So the street was damn near packed even at this time of night.
You had a bag of your favorite chips stuffed in one hand and shoved them in your mouth. Jin was leaning against the doorway, secretly admiring you from afar. That was until a man continually stared at you from the other side of the street.
“Y/n? Y/n L/n?” The man approached you with a warm smile: you nearly chocked on your chips. Jin knew not to be hasty, but his anger boiled. “How’s life? You look as beautiful as ever!” That’s when his gaze dropped to your stomach. “Deadbeat dad?”
Before you could answer your ex had raised his hand. “No need to explain. Why don’t I take you out for dinner. We could catch up.”
“She won’t be needing your company. Hi, I’m the deadbeat dad!” Jin wrapped his arm around you shoulder and stuck out his hand in a threatening manner. Your ex stuttered, and when Jin leaned in closer, he took off into the crowd of people.
You rolled your eyes at Jin’s behavior and kissed his throat. “Cmon “Deadbeat” let’s go back inside.“
“Yoongi, I just want some Ice Cream!” Nobody in their right mind would wake up Yoongi while he was sleeping. He was scary as hell when disturbed. But you were even scarier when you didn’t get what you wanted. It was 2am and Yoongi wouldn’t budge. Even if you knew how dangerous it was to go out alone, you were having bad cravings.
You flipped on the closet light and fished out a sweatshirt and stretchy pants. When you tried to tip-toe across the bedroom, Yoongi groaned.
“Where do you think your going?” He swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a hand through his messy hair.
“Three words. Ice cream run.”
“Give me 5 minutes.” Five minutes it was on the dot. You were at the 24 hour supermarket and was loading the buggy with ice cream. Pickles sounded good right about now. So when Yoongi kneeled down to grab a gallon of Cookies and Cream, you snuck off to the pickles.
Of course the world had damned you and put them on the highest shelf. With one hand over your stomach, you stood on your yippie toes to reach them. A longer arm however plucked them up first. You turned to see your ex, dressed in an apron that the employees wore.
“Here you go mi- Y/n? Damn you look as fine as ever!” You clenched your teeth at his comment. His immature behavior is why you left him in the first place. He was a sleazy dog and he knew it. “You put on a few pounds but that’s alright. Why don’t you meet me after work?” He started to approach you with a wicked grin on his face.
“Back off!” Yoongi forced himself in front of you and stood at attention. You could practically see the hair on the back of his neck stand up much like a dog. “If you touch her, I’ll make sure you lose every last one of your fingers. Now give me the damn pickles.” Your ex hastily handed Yoongi the pickles and ran off in the opposite direction.
You frowned and grabbed the jar. “He got Bread and Butter…” you pouted. Yoongi just chuckled at your behavior and nuzzled the skin behind your ear.
Hoseok and you were having a lazy day. Namjoon had insisted Hoseok work from home to spend extra time with you and his unborn child. You were lazily drawing circles on your belly button, feeling the soft flutter of hiccups from your precious baby boy. Hoseok placed his hand in the same exact spot where the movement happened, and smiled with delight when a little foot pressed against his hand.
“He’s fussy today.” You groaned and placed a hand on your lower back, rolling a little to wrap a leg around Hoseok’s waist. He ha show laptop on the arm of the couch and used his other hand to rub your arm soothingly.
Your phone buzzed for the millionth time that day. You weren’t even going to look at it but Hoseok saw how your eyebrows knotted together in annoyance. “Who keeps messaging you?”
“Just one of my old exes. Don’t worry about it. I’m trying to ignore him.” Your voice grew heavy and the next time Hoseok turned to speak to you, sleep had taken over. Another ding from your phone had him narrowing his eyes. He clicked on your screen so he could view your messages. He knew you would never be unfaithful but he also knew this guy was annoying you to no end.
Rows upon rows of this guy confession to you, saying how he wanted to be with you again. Hoseok smirked to himself and opened a new tab on his computer. He’d make sure this guy never bothered you again.
An hour later, you emerged from your nap. Hoseok had placed a pillow to replace him and gave you a fuzzy blanket. The T.V remote was placed by your swollen stomach. Hoseok was most likely having a meeting with the rest of the Bangtan Members. You turned on the nightly news out of boredom and narrowed your eyes at screen.
There was your ex on the nightly news being interviewed. He was swearing up and down that his bank account was full moments ago, and that it was completely empty the next second. The headline was stated as following: “Mysterious String of Empty Bank Accounts Rising”.
You picked up your phone and sent your husband a quick text.
Jimin and you were setting on a park bench, enjoying each other’s company. The jungle gym in front of you was filled to the brim with kids. That would be your little girl some day, swinging from the handlebars while Jimin held her up so she could reach.
Jimin rubbed your belly softly. Little kicks followed the path of his hand much to his amusement, and your discomfort.
“She’s a daddy’s girl already.” Jimin kissed your lips sweetly. The chime of a bell tore your attention to the wagon filled with frozen treats.
“Jimieeee!” You pointed to the ice cream cart. Jimin shook his head with a laugh and fished out money from his pocket.
“Wait here. Chocolate right?” You nodded excitedly and watched him approach the wagon. Another figure took his seat, a man you recognized all too well.
“Chocolate Ice cream for a Y/n?” Your ex was a smug bastard, able to have his way with almost anyone. With a deep frown you tried to ignore him completely as he held out the one to you. He yelled however, when a flying stone cracked against his fingers, the ice cream splattering on the bench.
“She stopped liking your ice cream a long time ago.” Jimin grabbed your elbow and helped you to your feet. He handed you the ice cream a shot your ex a look that could kill. “As you can tell, she’s yet to have her fill of mine though.” He laid a hand on your swollen stomach and pressed a hungry kiss to your mouth.
When you parted for air your ex was gone, and Jimin was now the smug one.
“You are so dirty! Now go get my sprinkles.”
Taehyung and you were visiting the local mall to shop. Cribs of a bassinet were on today’s agenda. You ran your fingers across the fine oak of a crib, marveling at the craftsmanship. Taehyung came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle.
“Do you like this one?” His voice was deep yet soft. You nodded anxiously. He chuckled and lifted the box in his own two arms. “Why don’t you pick out some blankets?”
Taehyung didn’t have a budget when it came to you and his unborn baby. He’d buy you the sun and moon if it would make you happy. You had been raised with little to nothing like Tae, that’s one reason you connected.
Tae went to pay for the crib while you picked through the mint green blankets. You had yet to find out the sex of the baby, wanting to wait to be surprised. “Y/n is that you?”
Your ex stood there with an armful of children’s clothes in his arms. He was clearly a worker here. That surprised you, seeing how arrogant he was. You had expected him to be a CEO, not a worker at a baby store.
“I have nothing to say to you.” The last time you had seen your ex, he was being towed away in a cop car. He was highly abusive, verbally and physically.
“Give me one more chance-” he peered over the rack to see your stomach, 7 months full with child. “Knocked up?”
“Watch your mouth.” Taehyung dropped the box he was carrying at your feet and squared up to the man. He towered a few inches above him and his strong jaw was set.
“C'mon Tae, we don’t have time for filth like him.” You grabbed his hand and motioned for him to pick up the box and leave. Taehyung did so unwillingly. When you both made it to the car, you grabbed Tae’s cheeks and kissed him with full force of passion.
“I love you.”
Jungkook had invited you to one of his underground matches. Some might say that this was no place for a woman who was 5 months pregnant, but you loved the adrenaline. Jungkook was up next to fight and you had a front row seat.
You scanned his opponent, broad shoulders and all. He turned around to put his mouth piece in and you recognized him immediately. That was the ex.
You knew he had been a fighter, but not for underground matches like this. He must have fallen low. Unfortunately, he noticed you as well. He stripped out of his shirt and kneeled in front of you.
“Hey pretty girl. Remember me? Why don’t you congratulate the winner afterwards?” He made a V shape with his fingers and slid his thick tongue between them. You cringed at the sight and gagged. Little did he know, Jungkook was standing behind him with nostrils flares and fist clenched.
The ref called action with a blow of his whistle and you had never seen a faster fight. Jungkook threw a single punch to your ex’s skull and he was out like a light. Your husband continued to beat the bastard senseless. Blood finally spurred from his mouth and two burly men had to drag him away.
He hopped the rope and collected you in his arms. Jungkook lifted the front of your shirt and placed a sloppy kiss on your belly button. The crowd cheered on the champion and his affection towards you.
“I like his idea Y/n. Why don’t you come congratulate me in the locker room?”
BTS Reaction to Them and Their S/O Having a Fight but Wake Up Tangled Together
Seokjin grumbled and tried to shove your arm off of his forehead. Even though he had acted like he was super mad, he wasn’t. He couldn’t be when he loved his s/o so much. When you were finally awake enough to move he quickly pulled you back to him wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“ God I actually didn’t expect to love you so much “
When you and Namjoon went to sleep that night you guys fell asleep facing away from each other. When he finally woke up with his s/o’s head resting sweetly on his chest all of his previous anger melted away. He was always such a softie when it came to his s/o and he could never stay mad at them for long.
As Yoongi woke up he chuckled at the fact that he couldn’t feel his legs because they were in a very awkward position. Both of his legs spirally twisted with his s/o’s. He softly shook his legs from your’s and rubbed his thumb across your sleeping face. Now that he was calm he could finally think and he realized that what the two of you had been fighting about wasn’t that serious.
“ Gosh we are so dramatic “
When you woke up and tried to shove Hoseok off you, he just grunted and pulled you even closer to him. In actuality he had forgotten that the two of you had even fought in the first place. A soft “I love you” fell from his lips and you could’t help sighing and melting further into his embrace forgetting all about your fight.
Taehyung was very intent on you not being upset with him. So when he woke up with the two of you snuggled together his heart swelled. He gently kissed your forehead and immediately went right back to sleep, embracing your warmth.
“Jimin get off of me god” You mumbled to your alseep s/o. He woke up enough for the two of you to get out of the uncomfortable position you were in and plopped back onto the bed dragging you with him. He snuck his arms tightly around his s/o’s waist, spooning them. He could never be mad enough at his s/o that he would pass up a good cuddle. Burying his head softly in his s/o’s hair he went back to sleep.
Jungkook would be the one laying all over his s/o. Jungkook has all the strength in the world but he likes to be babied. He hates when the two of you get in fights. He always ends up trying to make the situation better even though sometimes he just makes it worse. When you woke up with Jungkook sprawled all over you, you could’t help but smile and whisper a small “I love this boy” under your breath. He immediately whispered “I love you too” and snuggled closer too you falling back asleep.
based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant
She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.
“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.
“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.
“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”
“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.
She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.
“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.
It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.
“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”
She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.
Scenario; Though you never really acted up too badly before, for some reason, due to the presence of his friends- you decided to push your limits, disobeying him every chance you got.
-he’d just nod at your defiance, hiding his annoyance until the two of you were alone-
*snaking his arms around your waist, he’d pull you close* “Y/n…babygirl, you know Daddy doesn’t put up with brattiness* *one hand would trail down to your lower half, teasing you* “I’m gonna have to punish you now, you know that right?”
-though he hated punishing his little girl, he couldn’t just allow you to think you could act so badly, and as soon as the others left; he’d remind you of your place-
*the second he heard the front door close, he’d bend you over right there on the couch* “I really hate hurting you baby, but I hate your fucking little attitude even more..” *hikes your skirt up* “Count after each spanking, I’m not gonna stop until you’re covered in bruises princess.”
-he knew he wouldn’t be able to punish you for awhile since the guys were staying for the night, but he wanted you to know how deep a grave you had dug yourself every chance he got-
*following you into the kitchen to fetch more snacks, he’d pin you against the counter, raking his fingernails against the back of your thigh* “Just wait, princess… Just fucking wait..”
-wouldn’t be able to hide his frustration with you at all, though the two of you couldn’t be alone; he wouldn’t be afraid to give you a little warning or two in front of his friends-
*harshly grips your thigh, causing you to yelp slightly* “Oh did that hurt baby?” *leans over to you and places his lips right beside your ear* “Just wait til you see what I have planned for you later..”
-he’d be able to contain himself for a while, well, that is until you decided it was a smart idea to tease him with the maknaes-
*once everyone went to bed, he’d swiftly have you underneath him* “What was that you said with the maknaes, y/n?” *harshly swats your thigh* “Oh, what’s wrong baby?” *hits you again* “Not so tough now that they’re not here, huh?”
-he’d act as if nothing were wrong, allowing you to think you could do as you please, but the second he got you alone; he’d make you regret having such bad behavior-
*shoves you onto the bed, forcing your face into the mattress* “Seems like you forgot that Daddy really fucking hates brats, y/n..” *grabs a fistful of your hair* “So it looks like I’ll have to remind you what happens to bad little girls like you.”
-god, he wouldn’t put up with your attitude at all, the second you began to act up he’d grab a fistful of your hair and practically drag you to the bed room; not even caring that his friends were there, he’d give absolutely zero fucks-
*tightening his grip in your hair, he’d force your eyes up to him* “What the fuck do you think you’re doing huh, little girl?!”
You; “I- I..”
*immediately cuts you off with multiple cruel smacks to your thigh* “No, I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses. It’s much too late for any of that..” “Daddy’s gonna have lots of fun with you tonight, little one. I hope you remember all your safewords..”