bearded parenting

the cool uncle charlie weasley
  • okay now but listen, charlie weasly fucking loves children
  • so he’s instantly everyone’s favourite uncle because yeah whatever you say but does your uncle raises and takes care of dragons like my uncle charlie does?
  • but charlie is also extremely warm and affectionate, and he tells the best fairy tales because he changes his voice with each characterhas the loudest, most intoxicating laugh; and he doesn’t mind getting dirty playing with all of them, so what is there not to appreciate and love?
  • plus there’s no one, no one, who knows more about creatures and dragons than him
  • maybe luna lovegood, who is a cherished friend
  • (or newt scamander, mentor and always loved)
  • and also, quidditch match? he wasn’t captain of gryffindor for nothing
  • every christmas he goes to the burrow to pick a newly knitted sweater and extra snuggles (and lightly scolding) from molly he’s full of presents and stories about dragons
  • and every year, his hair is longer and longer, but it only means rose, molly and lucy can spend hours braiding it
  • one year he manages to slip a baby romanian longhorn without no one noticing, lily luna loved him and she gave it the name jade
  • (of course she couldn’t keep him, but the moment she was old enough, she spends a few weeks in romania with charlie to look over him, and all the others)
  • “i want to work with dragons, too!”
    “merlin’s beard, your parents are going to kill me…”
  • he’s also the badass uncle because he’s got scars all over his body linked to stories that hugo and dominique will never get tired to listen to
  • his mother often asks him when he’s going to settle down and marry, and with a big laugh, charlie asks her if she doesn’t have enough grandchildren
  • charlie has enough with his dragons and his nieces and nephews and he loves every second of it

anonymous asked:

Do you have any thoughts on Dwarf babies?

Oh boy I have lots of thoughts about dwarf babies ALL THE TIME

Dwarf babies are colloquially called Pebbles and are small with fuzzy pudgy cheeks!

Parents carry them around in slings when they’re very little and often keep them nearby when working on their crafts. The babies get comfort by holding onto their parents’ beards or hair, and they like to grab noses when they’re in reach. 

(They also tend to headbutt things in reach when they get the strength for it)

Dwarves raising pebbles tend to have quite good support from others when caring for them, especially within extended families and guilds. Bearers of pebbles are highly respected for crafting life like Mahal the Maker crafted the first dwarves. 

As pebbles grow, the first craft they learn (or at least try) tends to be that of a parent or other family member, because they are around them when they work.

(Contrary to popular belief, dwarf babies do not spring from the ground or the stone. The misconception that the Dwarven reproduction rate is so low is held by other races because not many outsiders ever get to SEE dwarf babies. Dwarves tend to raise their children in the mountains where it’s safe)

Falling (Peter Parker x Reader) Hogwarts AU

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader 

Prequel to the Improper series

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*


When you moved to London during the summer it was terrifying to leave your friends and past life behind for a whole new world, but you managed… And then the owl knocked on your window. At first you dismissed it as a small bird or common bat, but it kept tapping on the window until you looked over. Cautiously opening the window, you ran back to your bed, scared that the wild creature would attack and scratch. The barn owl ruffled its feathers and opened its wings once again, gliding over to perch on your bedpost. You were wary of the owl but noticed something held in its beak. The owl opened its mouth and dropped an old looking envelope on the bed before making another brief flight to land on your shoulder, sharp claws scratching your skin. You panicked, staying perfectly still. There’s an owl on my shoulder. You thought in disbelief. An owl. On my shoulder. What the fresh hell am I supposed to do? The owl nudged your neck with its head and looked pointedly at the envelope on your bed.

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