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anonymous asked:

Did Bucky really train Natasha as a child in the Red Room? Is their relationship bad because they were brainwashed and couldn't consent?

Short answer: No and no.

Long answer: In the comic books (also known as the MU or as Earth-616), Natasha was born in either 1927 or 1928, making her only 2-3 years younger than Bucky, who was born in 1925.

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Captain America #50

So when they trained together in the Red Room in 1956/1957, Natasha was 29 years old. This is Natasha when they trained together - not a child, but a full-grown adult woman:

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As to your second question, that has been a long-running lie turned fandom myth that is based on a deliberate and purposefully misreading of the text. Yes, Bucky and possibly Natasha had already undergone Comic Book Science™ brain tapering prior to the start of their unauthorized romantic relationship in the Red Room. 

But here’s the thing - they both knew that a romantic relationship would be unauthorized and forbidden by Department X and that if they were to engage in a romantic relationship with the other, they would both be severely punished for it. 

So despite knowing all of this, they both still decided it was worth risking it to be together:

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The Winter Soldier even went as far as lying to his handler when directly confronted about the relationship:

Captain America & Bucky #624

They both chose to be in that relationship. The concern trolls that try to claim otherwise do so by ignoring the fact that they both actively made a choice here and that choice was each other. And since most of those concern trolls care more about Bucky than Natasha, it should be noted that they are actually denying him the agency of the only real choice he made for himself as the Winter Soldier. 

severecandyeagle-176cb077  asked:

Sorry the crying child from fnaf 4 oops 😅

Ahhh~ in this AU I named him Henry ovo.

They know each othee via friendship bonds; Mary [candy’s hamburger] is the mother of Clementine [fazbear’s fright mechanical / circus baby’s pizza word techniccian], Clementine is friend of Dark Dork [fazbear’s fright night guard / animatronic mechanical], Dark is the uncle of Henry.

The year is 2041 so Mary should be 50+ while Henry is just 7. Henry’s parents are full of work and sometimes left their son with Dark, who works mostly on his house, the child make the guest room his own room by now~ maybe Dork had to go to see Clem and her moms or something and took his newphie with him, making this two meet.

The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas

From The Wind’s Twelve Quarters: Short Stories by Ursula Le Guin


With a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the city Omelas, bright-towered by the sea. The rigging of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. In the streets between houses with red roofs and painted walls, between old moss-grown gardens and under avenues of trees, past great parks and public buildings, processions moved. Some were decorous: old people in long stiff robes of mauve and grey, grave master workmen, quiet, merry women carrying their babies and chatting as they walked. In other streets the music beat faster, a shimmering of gong and tambourine, and the people went dancing, the procession was a dance. Children dodged in and out, their high calls rising like the swallows’ crossing flights, over the music and the singing. All the processions wound towards the north side of the city, where on the great water-meadow called the Green’ Fields boys and girls, naked in the bright air, with mudstained feet and ankles and long, lithe arms, exercised their restive horses before the race. The horses wore no gear at all but a halter without bit. Their manes were braided with streamers of silver, gold, and green. They flared their nostrils and pranced and boasted to one another; they were vastly excited, the horse being the only animal who has adopted our ceremonies as his own. Far off to the north and west the mountains stood up half encircling Omelas on her bay. The air of morning was so clear that the snow still crowning the Eighteen Peaks burned with white-gold fire across the miles of sunlit air, under the dark blue of the sky. There was just enough wind to make the banners that marked the racecourse snap and flutter now and then. In the silence of the broad green meadows one could hear the music winding through the city streets, farther and nearer and ever approaching, a cheerful faint sweetness of the air that from time to time trembled and gathered together and broke out into the great joyous clanging of the bells.

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anonymous asked:

Not a writing question but I was wondering what your opinions on the organization Autism Speaks were.

Ah, thank you for offering us an opportunity to share something very important to us. For those who aren’t aware, there is an organization in the US called “Autism Speaks” which claims to be a charity working to help autistic people. They are not a charity. They are a hate group.

Autism Speaks is not run with the help of any autistic people. It’s run by allistic people who think of autism as a horrible disease that needs to be eradicated. They run propaganda ads talking about autism like a plague which is destroying lives. They compare it to cancer. One of their propaganda videos famously shows a member of their board talking about contemplating killing her autistic child - while the child is in the room listening to her. Their goal is to “cure” autism - to wipe it off the face of the planet. They don’t see autistic people as people, but as tragic burdens to those around them. They want to take care of all the poor moms and dads whose lives were so tragically ruined when they found out their child was autistic. And they support organizations that torture autistic people and call it “therapy”, like the Judge Rotenberg Center.

This is not a charity. They think of us as broken, inhuman monsters who should be expunged from society. They are not helping us - they’re trying to exterminate us.

Their propaganda is a big part of why there is so much misinformation out there about autism and autistic people. The average person is likely to believe their claims that autism is a horrible disease, that the best way to help the people who have it is to cure them and make them “normal”. Especially the parents of autistic children might like the idea of “fixing” their kid.

News flash: We’re not sick. Autism is not a disease. At worst, it can be considered a disorder or disability, depending on your definition of such, but the vast majority of autistic people are perfectly happy being who we are. Our biggest hurdle isn’t some terrible defect in ourselves - it’s the negative attitudes and lack of understanding in those around us, and the expectation that our primary goal in life should be to act less like ourselves and more like the “normal” people who make up the majority (pro tip: there’s really no such thing as normal). Autism cannot be cured, because it’s not an illness. Our brains are hardwired differently than others, and that is a fundamental part of who we are. If you asked me if I would like a cure, I would look at you the same way as if you asked me if I would like to remove the color from my pizza, because it makes the same amount of logical sense.

Imagine if someone asked you if you would like to stop being (insert your nationality here). Like, just completely remove it from yourself. What would that even mean? Removing all your memories and experiences from that country? Erasing your native language and replacing it with another one? How would that even work? That’s the kind of thing that’s being proposed here.

What autistic people need is awareness, education, and sometimes assistance, depending on our individual needs. We dream of a world where seeing a person rocking back and forth gently and not making much eye contact isn’t met with indignation, disgust, or pity, and where our strengths are valued (and we have many!).

It should be noted that recently, Autism Speaks has changed their official platform slightly, supposedly focusing less on a “cure”, but I’m afraid I don’t buy it for a second. Anyone whose goal includes a “cure” at all is not advocating for our rights, and even if they did have a different mission now, the damage is long since done. Many of us may struggle, and many of us may wish there were certain problems we could do away with, but a “cure” is not possible and our goal should not be to eliminate autistic people from the world, especially given how much we contribute to society. Very few autistic people would actually desire a “cure”, even if one were possible.

So what does this have to do with writing? If you’re writing an autistic character who gets help from a charitable organization, do NOT make it Autism Speaks. That’s not what they do. If your character has any interactions with Autism Speaks, it will be more along the lines of being told they are broken and must be fixed, having the people in their lives treat them as less than human (or as deformed or defective) because they have believed the propaganda, being told they have no right to speak for themselves, and possibly suffering abuse and even torture at the hands of those who think they are “helping”.

There are plenty of good charitable organizations to help autistic people with what we actually need. If you want your character to support an organization in your story (or support the organization yourself by giving them positive exposure in your story), try one of these (and a little Google-fu can help you find a local one for you if you don’t live in the US or UK - search terms like “autism advocacy” and make sure it’s run by actual autistic people). We strongly recommend contacting them, letting them know what you’re writing, and asking how you can include them in your story and represent their work accurately:

Autistic Self-Advocacy Network (ASAN)

Autism Women’s Network

Autistic Rights Movement UK 

-Mod Aira

Snape: is a terrorist, verbally abuses kids, abuses his position as a teacher, led to the death of two if not more people, ruined someone’s career by outing them as a werewolf, physically threw a child out of the room, was a kids biggest fear (the same kid whose parents were tortured into insanity), called his only friend a racial slur after she attempted to help him, literally didn’t find anything wrong with voldemort’s political position and only the fact that he wanted to kill his obsession, was fine with dumbledore saving lily but not james or harry suggesting snape didn’t give two craps about lily’s happiness and only cared for him being the rebound.
james: a fifteen year old who bullied (let this be clear that i highly doubt snape didn’t retaliate) who grew up from that and stopped, saved his enemies life, became animagi with two others to help his other best friend each month, was unapologetically a blood traitor, helped sirius escape from his family, fostered sirius, offered all his friends money if they needed it, joined an anti-terrorist organisation at the peak of the war when voldemort looked like he might win (and james was 17/18 when he did this), gave up everything he had known to go into hiding and protect his son and wife, LITERALLY DIED WANDLESS KNOWING HE WOULDNT SURVIVE BUT HOPING HE WOULD BE ABLE TO STALL ENOUGH TIME SO HIS WIFE AND SON COULD ESCAPE !!! AND THE FANDOM WORSHIPS SNAPE OVER JAMES??????? ALL BECAUSE SNAPE WAS FRIENDZONED ARE YOU KIDDING ME THIS SPEAKS VOLUMES ABOUT OUR SOCIETY

anonymous asked:

TREE BROS gaming

thank you cool anon for requesting this, i gotchu covered)

  • Connor is video game obsessed as a child, his room is literally littered with cartridges and disks for them.
  • He was really good at Street-fighter (EX3) and demolishes his dad at it, one day his mom makes him play with Zoe. And Zoe c r u s h es him at it. Lets just say he stopped playing that for awhile…
  • He stops playing them around high school cause he just doesn’t have time (he does pickup the occasional DS Mario Kart though)
  • Evan was a fiercely protected child, he literally never touched a joystick until high school. (Jared’s fault)
  • When Evan goes to Connors house for the first time he gets so confused why there are so many disks and crap laying everywhere.
  • Connor introduces Evan to all the classic games like Galaga and Donkey Kong.
  • Evan is obsessed with Frogger
  • He literally just starts meeting Connor at his house to play it while Connor just watches..
  • He makes the most adorable face while playing, he kid of screeches up his face but sticks his tongue out through his teeth as well.
  • Connors crush begins to develop as he watches him play the dreaded game.
  • Eventually Connor convinces Evan to move onto a two player game so he can play as well.
  • M I N E C R A F T
  • Connor’s the kind of person that goes on survival and just spends 20 minutes digging downwards so Ean gets pissed off at him for dying.
  • Evan on the other hand..
  • He’s all about creative mode, actually no.. he just really likes the fact that you can build a giant tree
  • Like, he literally (once again) met Connor in his room and he had built a tree covering the entire surface of the world.
  • They start their own little survival world together, Evan is obsessed with staying safe and just getting by.. but Connor is the one who goes out and kills monsters/ lures them to Evans house to scare him.
  • Connor hid the game because Evan starts to get addicted, going as far to pull all nighters just ti play it.
  • Connor gets him into alternative games, welcome to the Mario phase
  • They literally went as Mario and Luigi for halloween (Evans request) Connor as Luigi since Evan wanted to be Mario.
  • Connor went on “Mario Maker” to ask Evan out for the first time, he basically spelled out “Go out with me?” with blocks.
  • Evan said yes of course because thats the cutest thing ever.
  • “I knew you were acting weird today!”

“How could you possibly have known if i was asking you out?”

“I just.. I didn’t, but i could tell you were planning something..”

“Oh shut up Hansen..”

  • Their first date is literally just going to Connors house for  Mario Kart tournament. Not creative, but still cute.
  • It almost ended up being their last date as Connor shot a red shell and won the tournament to cheat Evan out of first.
  • Evan didn’t talk to Connor for a week, but Connor didn’t worry about it because Evan would come back to him, eventually
  • When they did finally meet up again, Connor had to apologize almost 12 times before Evan agreed to play anything with him.
  • Connor brought up war games and Halo before but Evan wouldn’t play them because of the violence.
  • He’s a soft bean what do you expect
  • Evan gets the Nintendo switch before Connor so all of the gaming continues at the Hansens.
  • Erotic eye contact while playing the 1-2-switch games
  • After pulling an all nighter, they have their first kiss. Its more of a tired kiss if anything but they enjoy it.
  • “Did we just..”

“yeah..”

“Wanna.. um, do it again”

“real smooth Connor.. But yes.”

  • Of course, Evans mom walks in on them and is perfectly fine. (She’s also really happy for Evan)
  • Connor’s parents find out eventually, (Cynthia walks in on Connor and Evan doing it.)
  • They have to leave the door open now…
  • Sometimes, Zoe has to sit in there and watch because of the sexual tension when they come in.
  • Zoe hates that her dork brother got a boyfriend before her, but also thinks its adorable that he did.
  • They start a youtube channel about them reacting to games and playing them
  • “Hi! and welcome to Evan and Connor play..”

“Why does your name get to be first?”

“B-because..we already named the channel that..”

“We can just change it..”

“…”

“kidding, okay moving on!”

  • Their biggest fan is Zoe, (secretly of course)
  • the Murphy parents don’t know about the channel, but Zoe eventually tells them. (Cynthia’s just happy the boys do something else other then make out up there)
  • Lets plays, Q&A’s, and many other pure themed things/challenges

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Susan Pevensie

Susan Pevensie was short skirts, unevenly chopped hair, scarlet lipstick like a blood smear.

She was sharp eyeliner, fights in the halls, and lipstick stains on the inside of a collar.

She was quiet looks of ice, headphones in her ears blaring, a wink from across the room.

Wild child, some said.

Orphan.

Ice queen. (Susan heard that one once. Memories, like a dream within a dream)

Sinner.

They saw her the way they wanted. She didn’t care.

They threw around me he words ice cold stare not knowing that her soul was ice now, that she numbed it to ease a pain deeper than anything they could understand.

(She was still haunted, at night. She was haunted by the images of rows of bodies covered in sheets. Of the police asking her to make sure that this was her mother. Her brothers.)

(She didn’t cry until Lucy. She gripped her hand and it was limp and she cried over the body that was not her sister because Lucy was so full of life and this couldn’t be her.)

She didn’t care what they thought of her.

Susan Pevensie was crying herself to sleep every night.

She was spitting at God then sneaking into church at midnight to fall to her knees in front of the altar, begging to be forgiven so she could join them.

She was kissing boys and girls in equal fervor knowing they were exactly the type Peter would have hated and trying to ignore the feeling of his eyes watching her, disapproving.

She was looking at her bleeding knuckles and feeling pain that had nothing to do with them because she remembered a time when Edmund’s hands bled and she’d had to patch them up.

She was crying, wailing, screaming, rocking back and forth on her knees in front of the dirt that held the pale remnants of what was once her family, smearing it on her face because this was all she had left.

Susan Pevensie was the beautiful tragedy, because she survived.

She survived and they were gone, taking her soul with them.

The Signs as Middle-Aged White Moms

Aries: Jennifer // Super aggressive soccer-mom who always wears neon-colored tracksuites // Tries super hard to be the mom everybody likes // “That bitch Carol thinks her snicker-doodles are the best? Well she’s got another thing coming

Taurus: Barbara // All her instagram posts involve her watching Real Housewives with a glass of wine // Does not know how to properly use emojis and abbrevations when they text // “I’m not saying I’m always right, but you sure as hell aren’t either, Courtney" 

 Gemini: Bridgette // Won prom-queen when she was in highschool and won’t let anyone forget it // Really surprised and dismayed her sugar daddy 90-y/o husband hasn’t died yet // "I could buy all the counterfeit bags on the streets of New York and they still wouldn’t be as fake as you are, Jennifer”

Cancer: Beatrice // Cries after every time she watches Dirty Dancing // Attempts offering her new neighbors shitty homemade cookies // “Oh son, don’t hang out with Barbara’s kids you’ll end up a druggy”

Leo: Patricia // Sour as hell since 6th grade when she got 2nd place to Bridgette in a beauty pageant // Will walk into a Spanish restaurant and say “Bonjour, Bitches” // “Listen up honey, you better step up your dick game or I’m cheating on you with Veronica’s husband, Chad”

Virgo: Alice // Hosts ‘Vegan Wednesdays’ in her house // Has a ‘world’s best mom’ bumper sticker on her mini-van // “Oh hey Kids!  You know I’m the HIP mom who whips fleeks with the nae naes :)”

Libra:  Stephanie // Calls for her child from her room to fetch her something that’s literally right next to her // Hot Single mom who has like 12 sugar daddies on speed dial // “It’s Stephanie, pronounced as in Gwen Stefani”

Scorpio: Veronica // Forces their child to start playing the piano or violin by 3 // Has an emotional breakdown, absolutely confused as to why their child doesn’t tell them anything (when every time they do, she lectures them) // “I just don’t understand where i went wrong, how could his GPA sink from a 4.6 to a 4.57?”

Sagittarius: Caitlyn // Constantly reminds people that it’s “Caitlyn with a C” // Constantly wears Prada and Dolce & Gabbana to remind everyone she has more money than them // “I don’t give a fuck about what Alice thinks, she probably hasn’t had sex in such a long time cobwebs have formed in her vagina”

Capricorn: Courtney // The one who, instead of naming her child “Michaela”, names her “Michkaeighlaugh” instead // Adamantly believes that weed is still a drug // “I don’t care what Caitlyn is saying!  More than a ½ teaspoon of salt and this chicken will just be too spicy”

Aquarius:  Vicky // For some odd reason stopped aging after 25 // Super into witchcraft and tarot reading and astrology, uses it as a way to justify everything // “Wow my child’s being such an ass because apparently I’m ‘relating everything to astrology’.  Typical Capricorn Moon in 27 degrees to be a skeptic” 

Pisces: Tiffany // Impulse buyer and big spender, will “accidentally” spend 500$ in a single sitting // has a “Treat Yo-Self” day for doing the absolute bare minimum // “I only have money for either buying food for my kids or this really cute jacket … it’s ok they can starve for the week”

things I associate with the types
  • ESTP: the earth beneath your fingernails after a long day, waking up feeling full of light and ready to get up, summer evenings, the press of a friend’s hand into yours, tan lines that pop on your skin, the chill of rainwater as it slides through your hair, feet sticking out of car windows, running around backyards as the sunlight fades
  • ESTJ: the jarring echo of a microphone when bumped, mowed grass, a newly immaculate room with everything accessible, the fresh smell of rental cars, neat calendars pinned above desks, new school supplies stacked up in your room, monopoly games, sliding into a perfectly made bed at the end of a long day, unpacking in a hotel room, taking yourself out for dinner
  • ESFP: throwing your arm around a friend, gaudy beaded bracelets put together by your little cousin, the quick pant of an excited dog, the smell of campfires, paint stuck in the crevices of your hand, taking neat notes for the kid who’s absent, an instagram full of pictures of you and your friends, screaming the lyrics to songs as you ride down the highway
  • ESFJ: staying after school to help a teacher clean up, biting your tongue to try to stop laughing during class, a sticky kiss from a child, kindergarten art rooms, listening patiently to stories you’ve heard before, staggering around in your mom’s high heels as a kid, walking around town with ice cream and friends, squeezing lemon juice into your hair
  • ENTP: having to do a group project by yourself, walking back and forth to calm your excitement, desks cluttered with papers, the sound of quick typing, the rush of relief after walking out of uncomfortable situations, lying to get a reaction out of someone, the sting of tears brought on by anger, the perfect comeback, mascara smeared down your face
  • ENTJ: protest signs, pinning magazine cut outs to your wall, walking to the front of a room to give a presentation, the click of high heels, tilting your chair back and crossing your arms to show your disapproval, the smell of paint, friendly debates with loud words and wide gestures, losing track of time and blinking tiredly at the clock, perfectly tailored suits left wrinkled on bedroom floors
  • ENFP: bulletin boards with inspiring quotes, humming along off-key beneath your breath, bare feet on hot sand, pinterest projects, curling ribbon with scissors, sewing your own clothes, improvised road trips, bubblegum pink lipstick, convincing a friend to buy themself that new outfit, silly nicknames, candy wrappers littered on the floor, compliments from strangers in public restrooms, good morning texts
  • ENFJ: cute notes left in people’s lockers, talking a friend through their self confidence issues, cleaning your room at two in the morning, dark thoughts that only slip into your mind late at night, the press of a kiss to your forehead, picking out your clothes the night before, convincing a friend to come dance with you, the hand on your shoulder
  • ISTP: taking apart pens and examining the individual parts, spilling out emotions that you’ve kept tightly wound inside, the smell of rubber tires on pavement, writing down your thoughts to better understand them, clenched fists, research papers laid out across a table, jumping off a rock wall and letting the cord catch you, polaroid cameras
  • ISTJ: setting yourself deadlines, slipping candy to a worried friend, puns, stretching after a long day, downing too much coffee so you can stay up to work, drawing tablets, buying Christmas gifts a month in advance, the smell of grass after a rain, sitting in comfortable silence with a good friend, before and after pictures, old family trinkets
  • ISFP: petitions passed around classrooms, a friend’s artwork hanging on your wall, the weight of a child on your hip, getting up early to see the sunrise, interior design, vinyl albums, sitting on rooftops with friends, detailed journals from years back stacked in your closet, the warmth of a cat curled up on your lap, sleepy kisses goodnight, the walk up on stage to collect an award
  • ISFJ: buying friends gifts for no occasion, old photo albums lining bookshelves, waking up knowing that today is not yesterday, holding a bun up with just a pencil, splattered paint on brick walls, doing homework on the way to school, bitten lips rather than angry words, tentative hugs, the smell of vanilla, hair falling in front of your face when you duck your head
  • INTP: dead languages, long winded speeches that change topics multiple times, sweater vests, chalk boards covered with writing, lost glasses that are on top of your head, botanical gardens, finals week, bouncing up and down on the balls on your feet as you rant, unbrushed hair, library fines, the glow of a laptop late at night
  • INTJ: packing for college, perfectly winged eyeliner, beakers overflowing with bubbles, schedule overloads, chess games that last until late into the night, the feeling of silk on bare skin, locking your door while working, texting while walking, leaning forwards into discussions with your elbows on the table, rapid-fire conversations, makeup lined up along the sink
  • INFP: community gardens, braiding flowers into a friend’s hair, giggles, playing guitar to an empty room, yellow daisies, sudden anger, reading by candlelight, unexpected hugs, empty forest paths, make believe, whispers that you know no one can hear, understanding nods during rants, lifting someone up and spinning them around, the smell of new paper, forgotten tea that’s turned cool
  • INFJ: hanging lightbulbs, thick books where the spine curls inwards, shoulders shaking forwards when you won’t let yourself cry, absent kisses laid on top of heads, lying beside a friend in bed and talking to the ceiling, dessert left at a friend’s door, watching the people below from city windows, little notes from friends kept for years, the key to your childhood diary
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Namjoon: dad!au & CEO!au

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Final / Epilogue 

Meet the new nanny.


You stared up from the slip of paper that you held in your hand, an address scribbled on it. This was it. This was the building that your newest employer resided in. You took a deep breath before pushing into the buildings revolving door. 

Upon entering you noticed a security guard at a desk a few feet away. Whoever had hired you sure lived in a nice place to warrant security in the building. The man gave you a slight smile, “Can I help you ma’am?”

You nodded, “Yes please. I’m here for Kim Namjoon. He lives in apartment 441.”

The man grabbed a clipboard, flipping through a couple pages. “Could you tell me your name?”

“Y/FN/LN.”

“Ah, yes. Miss Y/LN.” He put down the clipboard as his smile became a little more sincere. “You’re the new nanny to little miss Jangmi I hear. She’s a good girl, I can’t imagine she will give you much trouble. It’s her father you’ll wanna watch out for.”

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SBUK3: Saturday - Sean Panel

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  • Sean talking about Irish dancing and how he likes the odds of being outnumbered by girls (x)
  • Sean would have regina on Robin hoods pub quiz team because “she’s my girl” (x)
  • hahaha his whole quiz team is Henry, mr gold and Regina so thereeeeee ya go (x)
  • Sean just learnt about dragon queen (x)
  • Sean wonders why there’s no ship with him and Colin or josh (x)
  • he’d be happy with robin and mal together because he loves kristinbauer(x)
  • “SQ shippers ship Emma and Regina… but nobody ever ships me with Hook or Charming” (x)
  • New ship alert : Robin Hook!!! (x)
  • Sean would pick “me old pal Colin” to be shipped with (x)
  • Ginny has the cutest giggly laugh (x)
  • I’m crying he just made up a whole scene about the hook and Robin Hood spin off (x)
  • ‘Colin’s very choosy about knives and forks and plates and things’ - Sean (x)
  • he is taking accent requests and he can do every one I’m dying (x)
  • Sean would have Michael Colman play Robin Hood if he didn’t but he said he’d want all the characters to gender bend (x)
  • “I think the guys should play the girls and the girls should play the guys. It’ll be "Once Upon A Drag Story” (x)
  • Sean wants Robin to learn all the good lessons the old Robin knew so he could settle down with Regina (x)
  • just chatted about domestic oq with Roland and Henry and the old chestnut “their story isn’t over yet” (x)
  • “I’d like to have a crack at it” - Sean on playing Dr Who (x)
  • “They wouldn’t let me have a real arrow… ABC have a strict policy on not killing your cast friends” (x)
  • “ABC have a very strict policy on killing other cast members” - Sean talking about how most of the time the arrows are CGI (x)
  • he’d have John Lennon, George Harrison, William Shakespeare and Obama at a dinner party (x)
  • Sean approached the new Robin as a “new guy” as it was hard to not have the closeness with Regina (x)
  • Sean: “I tried to make the new Robin less likeable..” Little child in the room: “dadadada!” Sean: “Yes, I know!!” (x)
  • Sean talking about losing his way after his music career  "your friends and family come before everything" (x)
  • “it taught me how to be a bit more of a decent guy” - Sean talking about life after his music career (x)

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Father's Day - Luke Hemmings

A/N: Okay so I’m really not happy with this, like at all, but I promised to write and this has taken me so long so here it is please don’t hate me I have another idea that’s going to be a series I think, anyways this is here, probs the shittiest I’ve written in a while so I’ll maybe delete it and redo it later for a proper Father’s Day one but I’ll stop and let you put yourselves through this if you dare ;)


You were lying cuddled into your pillows when your racing child thundered into your room at a speed that shouldn’t be run at considering the early hour unless you were one of those insane marathon runners. You faked sleep wondering if your little boy would calm down if he saw you sleeping rather than continue to race around. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him it was just that lately you’d been tired, not of him, but in general, Luke, your husband of five years had been away for almost two months and you were more than ready for him to come home. You missed him so much and you knew your little boy missed him enormously too.

‘Muma!’ He whisper shouted near your ear. 'Yes Jack?’ You’d asked whispering more gently. 'Are you awake?’ He asks and you open an eye carefully. At 4.36 am you didn’t want to be but you were. 'Yes sweet heart, I am, come cuddle with muma, go around to daddy’s side of the bed and crawl under the covers baby.’ You whisper an arm snaking out and ruffling his blonde hair gently, finger sweeping around to tap his little button nose so similar to Luke’s when he was a child. He smiles widely and skips around the bed to clamber up and in with you.

At age four he was by no means over cuddles, not so much in public but certainly at home he was his fathers son, cuddling at every chance. This was something you loved dearly and couldn’t have a day without, you knew you’d be heartbroken when he finally put free these cuddles.

The pair of you cuddled together for a little while, you drifted back off to sleep and eventually so did Jack. After what seemed like not a long time you were woken to a shaking little boy cuddled in so closely to you with his little hands fisted in Luke’s old t-shirt you were wearing. 'What’s happening sweet?’ You ask concerned. You pull him into you, arms around his tiny figure. 'Bad dreams muma, I keep having bad dreams.’ He’s very close to tears. You soothe him as best you can, rubbing circles on his little back. 'Do you want to talk about them?’ You ask wrapping your arms around him and rolling into your back so that he’s lying on top of you cuddled into your chest, you sit up peering down at his anxious face. 'Daddy is coming home isn’t he?’ He asks and you pull him forward kissing his curls, 'of course baby, he loves you so much, he’ll always come home for you my love always always.’ He doesn’t say anything but curls into you deeper and you reciprocate with a firm but gentle squeeze.

This keeps occurring, Jack will keep coming to you at different times during the night, worry etched on his little face. Every time you comfort him and let him sleep with you but despite this they keep coming, these dreams about never seeing Luke again, or Luke abandoning him. Every time you promise him he’ll be fine and that Luke would never leave him.

You can’t bear to tell Luke the extent of the nightmares, only that they keep happening never what they’re about, you don’t want Luke to worry more that he already does when he’s away from you and Jack. And you know the guilt will ruin Luke if he knows just how much Jack misses his dad.

When you begin to come down with a stomach virus later in the week, you send Jack to Luke’s parents place for a few days until you’re better, wanting to keep Jack from catching anything you’ve got. But Liz can’t help the little boy when he cries waking from a nightmare to find both his muma and his daddy not there. She stays up with him most of the night when he can’t get back to sleep, something you can’t thank her enough for, but to no avail.

The next day she brings him back thinking that being with his muma was better than not being sick. You thank her and she tells you to get a doctors appointment for you and your stomach. You’re feeling a little better as the day goes on but you’re still not right and after booking a doctors appointment, as Liz has requested, for the same afternoon you call Luke with Jack on your lap.

'Daddy!’ He cries out in excitement as the screen rings and rings and eventually rings out. He begins to cry just softly, and you turn him into you and let him cry until he’s done rubbing smooth circles up and down his back. He’s never been a loud crier, he just sits so terribly sadly on your lap and your heart breaks slowly watching him.

'He’s busy baby but we can ring him again this afternoon after we go to the doctors for muma yeah?’ You attempt to brighten the little boy who’s usually do cheerful up unsuccessfully. You can’t bear him like this. Despite your efforts he remains off kilter all of the afternoon.

That night trying to put jack to bed is near impossible. He’s crying and shaking and won’t let you go. It breaks your heart and so you just let him sleep with you from the beginning, you set him up in bed and shower while he settles. When you return he’s cuddled up on Luke’s pillow nearly asleep. You kiss his head gently before slipping into bed, exhausted from the day and the lack of sleep you’ve had recently. But before you sleep you send Luke’s your manager a message, its Father’s Day next weekend and you think going to visit Luke on tour as a surprise will do all of you good, Jack especially. You ask for details about what and where the boys will be and if he thinks you would be able to come for a few days.

You check your social media but end up falling asleep. Jack wakes up a few times during the night and you sooth him back to sleep again becoming gradually more concerned. The next morning you wake late, Jack is still sleeping worn out from his nightmares. You check your phone and find a message from the manager telling you not to worry about coming out, how the boys would be in the bus and not staying in hotels so it just wasn’t plausible. You were pretty annoyed but didn’t want to tell Luke your plans to just thanked him for trying anyways.

You manage to FaceTime Luke during the week, planning a time for another FaceTime for Father’s Day. This seems to cheer Jack up a little but he still has nightmares, the sadness coming back along with them.

Friday night arrives and you put jack to bed with you again, showering while he settles in again and again when you finish he’s pretty much asleep. This time you curl up cuddling him to you trying to protect the little boy from his demons in the night.

You awake to a warm kiss on your temple as Luke silently slides into bed across from you, his long arms encircling you and Jack. He kisses his little boy gently and you grin despite having just awoken. He leans across and brushes a hand down your hair softly. 'I’ve missed you so much my love, I wanted to surprise you and spend the weekend for fathers’s day it’s not a good way to spend such a special day alone.’ He says softly and you just want to feel his strong chest against yours, to be held in his strong arms. Instead you just gently lean across the sleeping little boy and kiss him as passionately as you can with a small child in the middle of you two. He reciprocates and you can’t help but grin again. Having Luke home is so surreal. 'Am I dreaming?’ You and and he chuckles softly. 'Babe it’s a little late to ask that, you’ve already kissed me, I’m totally real.’

Your feet find his large ones and tangle as much as they can. You want to desperately talk with him and cuddle into the early morning but you won’t jeopardise Jack’s sleep when he’s had so little lately. You point at Jack who begins to stir as if on cue. He starts to shake a little and clutches you. You wrap him in a strong embrace. 'Jack baby.’ You wake him gently before he can wake himself in tears. 'Muma, I thought I heard Daddy, he is coming home isn’t he? He hasn’t left?’ He says worry etched on his little face. 'Never Jacky boy, never never never.’ Luke says voice thick with emotion. Jack turns in your arms shock and disbelief on his face. 'Daddy?’ He asks and Luke wraps him in a strong embrace. 'Yeah Daddy’s here as he’s never going to leave you. Sometimes I have to work a lot and I’m sorry Jack, but I’ll always come home to you and muma.’ Luke says and you just want to hug him and save him from the guilt he’s feeling. You catch Luke’s hand gently bringing it to your lips kissing it softly and with adoration. He sends you a grateful look in return.

Jack falls back asleep cuddled against his dad the most peaceful he’s been in weeks. You can’t help but be happy with your two boys home and happy. You fall asleep with a massive grin on your face.

Saturday morning you all eat together happily, Luke says he can stay for the week but has to go back for the weekend and then another month. But after that he doesn’t have any tours planned and he’s thinking maybe a little break would be good. You smile happily before excusing yourself, not able to stomach the sweet pancakes Luke has made with Jack for breakfast. You leave Jack and Luke happily eating telling them you’re just going to lie down for a little while.

Luke is skeptical and concerned but doesn’t say anything to you about it. You end up bent over the toilet bowl emptying your stomach of last nights dinner, like you have so many mornings these past weeks. You hear Luke ask Jack to stay there and eat while he checks on you. 'You alright here little man?’ Luke asks and you hear Jack respond. 'Yes Daddy, mumas sick she’s been sick for two weeks now. She does this every morning.’ You hear him say making you cover your sweaty forehead with you shaking hands as you hear Luke thunder up the stairs. You attempt to stand and look decent but Luke is already there holding your hair back and rubbing your back as you dry heave. 'Oh baby, my love.’ He says and when you think you’re done he helps you stand and brush your teeth before letting you lean on him as he wraps you in a hug tightly. 'Let me put you in bed my love.’ He says carrying you to your bed and placing you gently in it before tugging the covers up. 'Go take Jack out and play or something I’m fine, you have to go soon just play with Jack I’ll be fine in a while.’ You tell him desperately hoping he won’t worry too much about you and that Jack will get to spend as much time as possible with his dad especially this weekend being Fathers’s Day.

'Baby, Jack said you’ve been like this for a while what’s wrong have you talked to a doctor?’ He asks clearly very worried for you. 'Yeah, I’m fine Luke go play with Jack, he’s missed you.’ You say kissing his cheek gently. 'Thank you for looking after me Luke.’ You add kissing his cheek again like a full stop. He hesitates but goes back downstairs to his little boy, but not before returning your kiss with a kiss of his own on your forehead. 'Baby if you need anything sing out and I’m going to come check on you every ten minutes I’m not leaving you alone like this I’m just worried about Jack alone in the kitchen.’ He reminds you and you giggle a little despite yourself at his over protective nature. 'Go Luke, I’m fine I’ll be alright later.’ You promise sending him away finally.

You manage to fall asleep for a while and wake up almost an hour later to your boys greeting you with tea and a gentle kiss from Luke. You sit up smiling at the kind nature of them both. 'Thanks boys, I’m so lucky aren’t I to have you two here with me.’ You say kissing Jack’s hair softly and pecking Luke’s lips before he can pull away not wanting to catch whatever you have. 'It’s okay babe you can’t catch it.’ You remark with a smile before sipping your tea. He just looks at you skeptically and slides into bed with you, Jack snuggled into his side.

You spend the day together, after lunch you feel good enough to go to the park and the three of you spend the afternoon there together.

That evening Jack is happy enough to sleep on his own bed for the first time in over a week. So you and Luke spend the evening together curled up on your bed talking about his tour and what’s been happening, all the good and the bad parts all the worries and the amazing moments. You love listening to him and you end up talking well into the next morning. At about twelve thirty you look up at him unable to contain yourself anymore. 'Luke, its Sunday morning.’ You say and he looks shocked, 'sorry babe sleep, you’re not well, you need your sleep.’ He says moving to turn the light off. 'No wait.’ You touch his arm stopping him from extending it to turn off the bedside light. 'It’s Father’s Day, and I’ve been so excited to tell you this and now I can. This is like my Father’s Day gift to you but it’s not really me it’s us anyway, Happy Fathers’s Day, you’re going to be a dad to another little hemmings.’ You blurt out taking in his shocked but delighted face and kiss him passionately when he can’t seem to say anything. In return he wraps his arms around you and holds you to him. 'I love you thank you I’m so excited thank you I love you.’ He rambles against your lips tears dripping down his face. 'Oh baby, don’t thank me, I didn’t do it alone, and it’s going to so much work but it’ll be worth it.’ You say and Luke nods along before running his big hands down your side and settling them on your ten week old baby. 'Hey baby, it’s your daddy and I love you very much, and I can’t wait to meet you.’ Luke says to your belly before lifting his shirt off your belly and kissing it gently. You giggle running a hand through his golden curls. 'I love you so much Happy Father’s Day, you’re the best Dad and i can’t wait to do this again with you.’ You say and he swipes at tears before kissing you expressing his love and adoration.

Owned - End

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Now it was surreal. This was to be your child’s room. A child. His child.

You saw it in his eyes, how much he loved this baby already. The excitement in your heart seemed to explode every moment you met his eyes.

“I can’t.” You but your lips nervously, hand shaking and looking at him for help.

He smiled and it was perfect, that moment. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, pushing the door open and watching for your reaction.

You gasped and felt speechless.

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It’s storming terribly here, and I had a thought that won’t budge.

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You jolt awake when you hear the loud clap of thunder that shakes the house.

You’re also very aware your 4 week old baby across the hall was startled awake as well.

You flipped the covers back, but the moment you did, Harry was out of the bed.

He had ran through door way, and you heard him coo and tell the baby, “sh, it’s okay, daddy’s got you.”

You smiled at how quick he had gotten up to comfort and rescue your child.

He entered the room with the baby against his chest, and he stood by his side of the bed.

“I want her in here tonight.” He said, his voice laced with sleep and protective daddy mode written on his face.

You hold out your hands to take the small human into your arms and smile at how she’s already asleep.

You placed the baby between you and Harry and he immediately wrapped her small hand around his finger.

“Thank you for getting her.”

He shrugged and examined the sleeping baby between the two of you.

“I don’t like how scared she sounded.” he spoke quietly. “I don’t wanna hear her cry, anytime, but this one was heart breaking.”

You chuckled and leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“At least she will always know who to go to when she’s scared.”

He nodded, and kept his eyes on her.

“Now, go to sleep, Daddy. This baby needs her rest and this mommy is exhausted.”