carmen's mom

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve, who until now hasn't properly had a boyfriend/girlfriend, the first time someone introduces/refers to Bucky as "Steve's boyfriend Bucky." (Or Steve as "Bucky's boyfriend.")

“My boyfriend’s ma was Irish. Corned beef hash on Saint Paddy’s is tradition.”

Steve freezes when he hears Bucky say it, introduce him that way. It’s – he’s never thought of it that way, honestly. Pepper calls Tony that – so does Rhodey – and he’s heard it once or twice from Natasha’s mouth.

It’s just that, well. He’s never had a name for what he and Bucky are. He is Bucky’s, and Bucky is his, but they have never been one another’s something

Bucky turns to look at him, his eyes running over the tense line of his shoulders, and reaches out to take Steve’s hand. He grins at him, easy as anything and so does the butcher behind the counter, indulgent.

“You’ll need enough for leftovers,” the butcher says.

“Hash for breakfast,” Bucky agrees. “What do you think, Steve, is six pounds enough?”

My Family’s Keeper

AN: Thought about this for a while and finally decided to write it all down. Mentions of past child neglect, child abandonment, and spousal abuse. Sorry. I do hope you will enjoy


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//I am slightly offended I didn’t get any Father’s day wishes like come in Carmen is the best mom and dad
She brings home the bacon
And cooks that mother fucker too
Dont need no man to raise them colonies she had

the-goddess-of-imperfection  asked:

Number 5 and Sphintits. If you do this, you won't have to write me Sphintits smut anymore I:

send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” 

“My baby boy is growing up,” His mother cooed before squeezing his cheeks. 

It was enough to make the young healer flush with embarrassment and wave away his mother’s hands. “Mom, I’m almost eighteen. I’m an adult now.”

A smile slid across his mother’s features, and she pulled him close, kissing the top of Sphintus’ head. The cobra, ever present, just remained coiled around the boy’s neck, tongue flicking out as he shifted to better seen the older Carmen. 

“Mom, please,” Sphintus whined, his weak attempts to escape from his mother’s grasp doing nothing. “I’m going to be late meeting up with Titus.”

At that, the older Heliohaptian releases him. Turning him around and sending him off with a soft swat. “Alright, go, better not keep him waiting.” 

“I’ll let you know how it went later!” Sphintus calls out as he rushes from the room, stopping only to grab his staff from his own rooms before running to the courtyard. 

“You’re late,” Titus growls out, rolling his eyes at the disheveled appearance of his friend once he finally shows up. 

Slowing his full out run to a trot, Sphintus just casts the blond a sheepish smile. “Sorry, my mother needed me for something.” 

All the anger behind the blond’s eyes seemed to dissipate then, and the tension in his frame visibly abated as he relaxed and offered Sphintus a smile. “Oh, alright,” He says, easily taking in this excuse. “I understand.”

“Alright, so where are we headed first?” The older teen questions after Titus calms down. 

“There’s a small district in Reim where an illness has swept through, killing quite a few people.” Titus begins walking, fully expecting Sphintus to be beside him as he goes. “We’ve already sent most of your clan to heal them, but they suggested you heal a few of the sick to gain some experience.” 

Sphintus brightened at that. He loved helping people, even if he didn’t always act like it. It’s why he started training in healing magic in the first place. “Alright, show me the way.” 

“Come on,” Sphintus whined, trying his best to keep up with Titus as the blond stormed down the street. “Are you really still upset?”

A faint touch of red rose to color Titus’ cheeks, even as he puffed them out in anger. “No, you did your job. I just didn’t expect that woman to offer such a thing in thanks.”

“It was just a kiss, Titus,” Sphintus snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ve been offered worse things than a simple kiss.” 

“Still…. I didn’t like it,” The magi mumbled under his breath. 

“Wait… Are you jealous?” Sphintus burst out laughing then, throwing his arms around the smaller boy and pulling him close. Sloppy kisses were quickly delivered to Titus’ face. 

“Sphintus! Sphintus stop!” Titus shouted through his giggles, shoving away the older teen. 

Laughter tumbled from the healer’s mouth, and he held fast to Titus’ hand so he couldn’t run off and leave him. “Titus, I’ve told you a billion times. I love you. Only you.” 

“I know….” The blond grumbled, wiping off the spit on his cheek with his free hand. A small smile was given before Titus leaned up on his tiptoes to press a soft kiss to the healer’s lips. “Just– make sure it doesn’t happen again.” 

“Alright,” Sphintus sighed, blissful for the moment at the sweet gesture. "As long as I get kisses from you, then I’m happy.”


What the people of Elmore say on ElmorePlus:

Leslie: “upset because of certain someone. they know who they are.”
> Comment by GUMBALL&DARWIN: “Stop posting mysterious status updates when we have no idea who you are talking about.”

Carmen: “Visiting mom at the greenhouse, she’s got root rot. Feeling awkward, me and her have always had a prickly relationship.”

Masami: “My grandma passed away last night, she will be mist.”

Tobias: “Getting my appendix out today. Prob gonna have a scar.”

Anton: “My grandpa is brown bread :( ”

Ocho: “0111011100010101111000010101 >:( “

Hector: “My hamster is not eating, should I take him to a veterinarian?”

Penny: “Seeing the doc tomorrow about my blueberry allergy.”

Bean Egghead: “I was going to tell a joke about sodium and hydrogen, but… NaH.”

Random cat: “Got fur balls.

Deer-chicken hybrid: “Grraaarrghghhhh Grrrummmnnnggrrrr ggrrrmnmnmgrh, why is filling out a tax return so hard!”

anonymous asked:

Sooo, I don't know how much information you get down in the Land of the Remembered about your son, but Manolo is probably in a three-way relationship with Maria and Joaquin now. How do you feel about that?

I have to admit he has good taste. *mom wink*

Daring Do and the Adventure of the X'ibian Vase : MLP Fan Fiction (1 part)

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Daring Do

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De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)


Carmen Pondiego

Cover Art by Doctor Dimension

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Writing begun 08/26/15

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Daring Do was sitting at the bar of the Adventurer’s Guild, sipping her coconut milk and pineapple juice. She was still steaming about the Royal Museum’s Acquisition Committee trying to put her last find, the Golden Necklace of Pharow Underrock, through “the routine process.”

The routine process gave them the possession of the neckalce for over a year before she could see any return on the difficult, expensive, and dangerous expedition to obtain the priceless artifact.

Her recovery of it from Count Umber had involved a physical altercation. The memory made her sweet drink taste sour.

Glancing into the back bar mirror, she casually placed a hoof on her pith helmet. A business suited pony approached her, proffering a card. Instead of taking the card, Daring Do swiftly lifted her pith helmet. A knife, aimed at the suited pony stood quivering in her hat, sunk deep into the cork.

She pulled the knife out and flipped it casually back. The thump of it striking hilt first was followed by the collapse of the silken robed pony who had thrown it.

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Appetite for Destruction (Part 13)

Originally posted by dancewithmejensen

Characters: Dean x Reader, Cas

Word Count: 1854

Summary: Dean drives to the city limits.

A/N:  Based on What is and Never Should Be and the G n’R album.  

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She’d always been good at theory: she understood and excelled at the perfect world of textbook problems, where force was always constant and velocity was able to be accurately measured. In the laboratory, in the real world, things were harder: surfaces weren’t perfectly flat, CAD models reacted to strain differently than their prototypes.  She had always struggled with life’s inconsistencies’, panicking when things turned out differently than she planned.  

She was a good student, but a bad professional.  A good lover, but a bad friend.  

And sitting on the steps crying in the rain didn’t seem the time to change.  It wasn’t until she was frozen through that she peeled herself off the stoop, letting herself in the empty apartment, contaminated with Dean’s presence and the false promise that brought.

Suddenly she couldn’t stand the thought of staying here another moment, just an extra in Dean’s life, an extra in her own.  She grabbed her suitcase from the closet.

A knock came at her door and he heart tripped in her chest.  The books in her hands slid to the floor and she sprinted to the door, hoping.

“Hey, I’ve got to get back to the diner, Claire is working the grill so we might all die, but you didn’t answer your phone,” Cas said, his cheery smile so out of place in the rainy afternoon.  “Am I interrupting anything?”  She shook her head, letting him inside.  

“What are you doing,” Cas looked around the hastily packed apartment.

“I’m leaving.”  She handed him a bag, heavy with the contense of her refrigerator, before she continuing her frantic packing.  Cas grinned.

“You’re going back?” She stopped packing to look at him with a face puffy and red.  “You’re running away.”  She grabbed a blanket off her air mattress, tossing it in her suitcase.  

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