could be their kid

Moana Lyric starters!
  1. ‘I’ve been staring at the edge of the water, long as I can remember, never really knowing why.’
  2. ‘I wish I could be the perfect daughter/son.’
  3. ‘Every road leads back to the place I know that I cannot go, where I long to be.’
  4. ‘I know everybody on this island has a role on this island, so maybe I can roll with mine.’
  5. ‘I can lead with pride, I can make us strong.’
  6. ‘What is wrong with me?’
  7. ‘I see what’s happening here. You’re face to face with greatness, and it’s strange.’
  8. ‘You don’t even know how to feel, it’s adorable.’
  9. ‘Well, it’s nice to see that humans never change.’
  10. ‘What can I say except ‘you’re welcome’?’
  11. ‘Kid, honestly, I could go on and on. I could explain every natural phenomenon.’
  12. 'I guess it’s just my way of being me.’
  13. 'There’s no need to pray, it’s okay, you’re welcome.’
  14. 'Look where I’ve been, I make everything happen.’
  15. 'I’m gonna need that boat.’
  16. 'Well ___ hasn’t always been this glam.’
  17. 'Now I know I can be happy as a clam, because I’m beautiful, baby.’
  18. 'Did your granny say, 'listen to your heart, be who you are on the inside’?’
  19. 'Your granny lied.’
  20. 'I just love free food.’
  21. 'I will sparkle like a wealthy woman’s neck.’
  22. 'Well, well, well. Little ___’s having trouble with his/her look.’
  23. 'What a terrible performance, get the hook.’
  24. 'I have to give you credit for my start.’
  25. 'I’ll never hide. I can’t, I’m too shiny.’
  26. 'Watch me dazzle like a diamond in the rough.’
  27. 'Send your armies but they’ll never be enough.’
  28. 'It’s time for me to take apart your aching heart.’
  29. 'You tried to be tough, but your armour’s just not hard enough.’
  30. 'Prepare your final plea, just for me.’
  31. 'She/He makes his/her whole family proud.’
  32. 'Sometimes the world seems against you.’
  33. 'The journey may leave a scar, but scars can heal and reveal just where you are.’
  34. 'The people you love will change you. The things you have learned will guide you.’
  35. 'Nothing can silence the quiet voice still inside you.’
  36. ’___, listen. Do you know who you are?’
  37. 'We are descended from voyagers who found their way across the world. They call me.’
  38. 'I’ve delivered us to where we are. I have journeyed farther.’
  39. 'I am everything I’ve learned and more.’
  40. 'I will carry you here in my heart, you’ll remind me that come what may, I know the way.’
  41. 'We sail the length of the seas on the ocean breeze.’
  42. 'At night we name every star, we know where we are. We know who we are.’
  43. 'When it’s time to find home, we know the way.’
  44. 'We are explorers reading every sign.’
  45. 'We tell the stories of our elders in a never ending chain.’
  46. 'This tradition is our mission.’
  47. 'Don’t walk away, ___, stay on the ground now.’
  48. 'There comes a day when you’re gonna look around and realise happiness is where you are.’
  49. 'That’s right, we stay. We’re safe and we’re well-provided.’
  50. 'When we look to the future, there you are.’
  51. 'You’ll be okay, in time you’ll learn just as I did.’
  52. 'The water is mischievous, ha! I like how it misbehaves.’
  53. 'Once you know what you like, well, there you are.’
  54. 'You are your father’s son/daughter, stubbornness and pride. Mind what he says but remember, you may hear a voice inside.’
  55. ’___, that voice inside is who you are.’
  56. 'Here I’ll stay, my home, my people beside me.’
  57. 'I’ll lead the way. I’ll have my people to guide me. We’ll build our future together where we are.’
  58. 'I have crossed the horizons to find you. I know your name.’
  59. 'They have stolen the heart from inside you, but this does not define you.’
  60. 'This is not who you are. You know who you are…Who you truly are.’
Best Friends Get Rained On Together

Title: Best Friends Get Rained On Together

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Warnings: Major Fluff at the end, maybe some cursing.

Summary: Just Juggie and the reader being cuties.

A/N; This is probably way off story line (okay, maybe not way off because it barely focuses on anything but the reader and Juggie but still,) and maybe a little off character but this is just because I’m basing it off of a dream of mine. And inspiration struck. Any feedback is greatly appreciated, and I hope you enjoy.
I might make this into a series because Jughead is my baby, mmkay?


You had known Jughead for as long as you could remember- ever since you were kids. You had inherited a crush on him in second grade. You remembered the day clearly.
It was a cloudy day in Riverdale and you had been walking to school- thanks to the fact that your parents’ car had broken down and you had missed the bus. About halfway to school you felt a rain drop and cringed at the usually good feeling. Hoping that there wasn’t going to be any rain until you successfully made it to school.
But when did anything go the way you hoped, right?
Three rain drops later and the cloud decided to open its doors all the way and released the rain on top of you and everything else.
By the time you made it to school you were soaked and didn’t feel like being there or anywhere else, really. Not while you were soaking wet and freezing thanks to the cold weather the town had been having recently.
You walked into the school and made a beeline for the nearest girls’ bathroom. Resisting the urge to pull out your hair and scream yourself into oblivion.
You dropped your backpack onto the floor and examined your soaked state in the bathroom mirror.
Deep breaths, Y/N. You told yourself, closing your eyes.
After you had managed getting yourself as dry as possible, courtesy of the bathroom’s blow dryers, you picked your backpack off the floor and forced yourself to walk back out into the school halls.
On your way to class you felt a hand pull you into a corner and you almost began to yell at whoever had pulled you aside- you couldn’t deal with anyone right now- before recognizing the familiar face.
”Ugh, Juggie, don’t do that. I almost yelled at you.” You groaned. “What do you want?” You asked, furrowing your brow.
”Did it get you?” He asked, his eyes looking sad.
”Did what get me, Juggie?”
”The rain.” He expanded.
”Yep.” You replied shortly, not really feeling like talking about it. You couldn’t help the eye-roll that came after your reply.
”’M sorry. I should’ve walked with you.” He reached in his backpack and pulled out an apology card he had made on a pink piece of cardboard paper.
You could tell he had written it quickly, as soon as he had saw you soaked.
You looked down at the words written sloppily on the paper- Sorry I Let You Down. It Wont Happen Again. Best Friends Get Rained On Together.

You smiled to yourself before looking up at him and nodding. “It’s fine. Thank you, though.” You resisted the urge to hug him like you usually did. You knew he wasn’t the type to hug back and it would just end up being awkward.

You remembered how much you appreciated him. There was something special and rare about how no matter what mood you found yourself in he could always make you feel okay.


You figured he didn’t feel the same way though. Because one thing that apology has said was ‘best friends’ and you respected that. But as the years went by you only found yourself falling more and more for the mysterious boy. And all he seemed to be doing was getting farther and farther away from you.
After the murder, though, everything went completely to shit. You found yourself missing Jughead more and more than ever. And he seemed to disappear completely.

One day at school you decided you had had enough of this. You pulled him aside as he was walking to second period and looked at him for a minute. He seemed different for some reason.
”Y/N? What are you doing?” He asked, pulling away from your grasp on his arm. You pretended not to be hurt by that.
”What am I doing?” You scoffed, and for whatever reason you felt tears building up. He didn’t care anymore. “What are you doing? I haven’t heard from you in how long? Jesus, Jughead.”
It was his turn to look hurt now. You almost never called him Jughead. “I’m sorry.” Was all he said.
”No, you’re not. Besides, it doesn’t matter. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t completely forget who I was.”
In that moment you decided to ditch school for the rest of the day. You went directly towards the exit and without you knowing, he watched you.

You looked up at the sky, willing your tears to disappear when you felt a water droplet fall against your cheek softly. This time, though, you didn’t even care. In fact, you hoped that it would rain. That way if you did find your tears falling, they would fall with the rain. It began to pour down seconds later and so did your tears. You quickly walked away from the school. Walking turned into sprinting. Then running.
You were such a mess. You loved Jughead so much you almost hated him.
Eventually you stopped and found yourself sitting down on the moist grass, putting your face in your hands to hide your crying better.


Jughead followed you out the school door, knowing that it was about to rain. He felt terrible. He had been shutting you out without even being aware he was doing it.
Plus, he remembered his promise. Best Friends get rained on together. And that was a promise he hadn’t broken yet.
He ran up a few minutes after you had sat down and stopped as he saw the way you were sitting. He knew you were crying. He bit his lip before walking slowly over to you, sitting next to you.

You slowly looked up at him and quickly tried to dry up your tears but it was no use. You breathed out softly, trying to catch your breath. “Hey.” You managed to speak.
”Hey,” He replied, trying to catch his breath, too. “Listen, Y/N, I-“
”Don’t. You really don’t have to and I’d prefer you don’t. At least not now, anyway.” You looked ahead of you, trying to avoid eye contact for the fear you’d begin to cry again.
He stopped, “I only came out here because it’s raining.”
You looked at him this time, “What?”
”Best friends get rained on together, remember?” He smiled. And despite your better judgment, you did too. But then your smile quickly faded again, shaking your head.
’That’s it, though. That’s just it.” You scoffed, looking down.
The rain wasn’t showing any signs of letting up. You didn’t mind, he didn’t seem to either.
”What’s it?” He asked, genuinely confused.
You stood up, dusting off the back of your pants. “Nothing. Thanks for getting rained on with me but I should probably go home.”
He stood too, but shook his head. “Listen, I’m sorry.”
He shook his head again. “No, let me say this. Please. I have been a jerk to you, okay? I’m sorry. I pushed you off to the side and put my writing ahead of you. And that was wrong. I know that.”
You didn’t stop him now, actually interested in what he might say next.
He continued, “Y/N you have been my best friend since preschool and you should come before anything.”
You shook you head at that. “Not anything, exactly. We can’t be like identical twins. We do have separate lives. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me everything.”
”You know what I mean.” He stopped after that, looking breathless from all the talking he had just done.
He didn’t have to say anything else. This time you didn’t stop yourself from doing something you always wanted to do.
”But I shouldn’t have been bothered by not seeing you. That’s what has been wigging me out. Even since second grade I have been…” You trailed off, trying to decide how to put what you were about to say next.
”You’ve been what?”
You sighed. You were forcing yourself to do this now. “I love you, Juggie. I have for basically forever and I was hoping it was just a phase but I’m pretty sure phases don’t last this long.” Before he could say anything else, you went for it. Wrapping your arms around his neck you brushed your lips against his first, just to see if he would pull away. He didn’t. He put his arms around your waist and brought his lips back down to meet yours. And it was the best feeling you had ever experienced.
After a while, you unwillingly separated your lips from his to catch your breath, placing your head on his. You two were smiling like a couple of idiots, you were sure. “So,” You began but were sharply cut off.
”I love you too, Y/N.”
And at that you felt relief.

anonymous asked:

tuafw when you meet kids who are also autistic and you want to help their parents understand, which is cool until... you want to say "I'm autistic too! I understand what your kid is going through and I could try to help you understand!" but you know you're not diagnosed and feel like that's a barrier if they do ask about your diagnosis. then you end up having to phrase it something like "oh yeah I really understand where they're coming from, I've had a lot of friends in the same situation!"

Memories Of The Past

Klaus Mikaelson!Father X Reader

Word Count: 642

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you please write one where toddler reader loses her favourite toy and Klaus tries to give her the same toy just new, she refused it so Klaus has to find her toy. :) I might be in love with your Klaus!father imagines

Originally posted by klopehybridss

You lost your toy and you been upset for a few days, Klaus had even tried buying you a new one, it was exactly the same as the one you lost but for some reason you didn’t want it, he had no clue how you could tell the difference, most kids didn’t care as long as they had a toy unfortunately for him he got the kid that wanted ‘the’ toy not ‘a’ toy. “Come on little one.” Klaus smiled as he walked into your room.

“Where are we going?” You asked.
“We’re going to find your toy.” He smiled.
“Yay!” You cheered as you jumped onto his back and you started your journey to finding your toy.

You started at Rousseau’s since Klaus had brought you here to meet up with Cami. Klaus was sure that something was going to happen at the compound so he asked Cami to keep you over at her apartment until he came to pick you up. Klaus checked with the bartender who shook their head he was a little disappointed that it wasn’t Cami, he could have killed two birds with one stone and found out if it was at her apartment or not. “Where else did you?” Klaus asked.
“Well… Me and Cami were on our way to the apartment when she met up with the wolves, she talked to Hayley for a while… We went to their camp for a little bit…”
“Hmm.” Klaus hummed not really pleased that you were at the wolves camp but it was a part of you after all and he had never had a pack, we wanted you to have another family, the same way that Hope would, not that he’d admit that. Klaus was walking through the Bayou with you on his back because you always seemed to fall over.
“Klaus, what are you doing here?” Hayley asked crossing her arms over her chest.
“We came to ask a question.” Klaus smiled when you peered over his shoulder to smile at Hayley. Hayley’s face softened as to noticed you.
“What?” She asked turning back to your Dad.
“Did she leave her toy here?” He asked. “She lost it and now we have to find it.”
“No you didn’t leave here sweetheart, maybe you left it a Cami’s apartment, isn’t that where you fell asleep?” Hayley asked and you nodded.
“Looks like we’ll be visiting Camille then.” Klaus sighed.
“Thank you, Hayley.” You called as you Dad began to walk away.
“You’re Welcome.” She smiled as she waved you off.

Klaus knocked on the door and Cami sighed when she opened it “What do you want Klaus?” She asked.
“Did (Y/N) leave her toy here?” Klaus asked.
“No, she was holding it when she left,” Cami answered.
“So maybe it’s at home?” Klaus suggested but he saw the discouraged look on your face. “We’re going to find it, I promise.”
“Okay…” You nodded not really believing him, you said goodbye to Cami before leaving to go back home.

When you got home Elijah was the first to see you “what’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked picking you up.
“We didn’t find it.” You mumbled, Elijah gesture for Klaus to look over at one of the tables and there it was sitting on the table, your teddy. Klaus smiled before calling you over and pointing to it.
“Where’d you find it?” Klaus asked.
“I didn’t a woman came in said that she found it, the tag told her where to drop it off,” Elijah explained. “She must have dropped it last night on the way home.”
“I wonder why it’s so important…” Klaus mumbled.
“Ask her brother.” Elijah prompted.
“(Y/N) why’s this one so important?” Klaus asked crouching next to you.
“This one has memories.” You smiled pointing at the different stains on the fur. “Ones I want to keep.”

Requests and general question!

anonymous asked:

Could you write something about one of their kids dying? very sad and angsty

i’m sorry in advance for this, but i hope you like it!

Anthony knows that if he doesn’t hear another hospital monitor in his life it’ll be too soon.

He’s fairly sure that Jasmine feels the same way, her hand wrapped around her daughters for the last 24 hours, all of them praying for some sort of miracle, a way for a miraculous recovery to happen.

It was a car accident. Aria hadn’t been driving, but in the passenger seat. A drunk driver had run a red light, smashing into her side of the car, pinning her. Anthony didn’t want to know the details and Jasmine didn’t either, the two of them hearing that there was nothing they could do for Aria was more than enough to know that it was bad, and they may lose their daughter from this.

Maddox hovered at the end of his sister’s bed, watching the life support machines breathe for her, keep her alive. He wants to cry so bad, let his emotions spill over. The rage, the worry, the fear of not knowing if his sister was going to leave the hospital when they did.

It’s just after 4 in the afternoon when Anthony and Jasmine come back into the room where their two babies are, tears streaming down their face uncontrollably. Maddox knows what’s happened in their meeting by the looks on their faces, and without him even realizing it, he’s crying too.

“We’re going to take her off life support,” Anthony mumbles, pulling his son against his chest, hugging him tighter than ever before. It’s a feeling Maddox has never wanted in his life, closing his eyes as tightly as possible, wishing that this was some sort of nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from.

Jasmine takes shaky steps to her daughter’s bedside, leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead. “We love you more than anything in this world, Aria. Nothing will ever change that. We’re going to miss you, but you’re going to be in a much better place where you won’t feel any pain. We love you, we love you, we love you,” She repeats, her voice so shaky that she has to pull away to let out a choked sob, Anthony returning to his wife’s side.

“You will always be my little girl. Always, Ari. We love you so, so much, and we need you to watch over us,” Anthony whispers, still in disbelief that it’s happening at all.

Maddox walks to the opposite side of the bed, taking his sister’s hand in his, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “I love you, Ari. You’re my big sister forever. I’m sorry for not being the best little brother you could’ve had, but please stay with me, keep watching over me. I’m going to miss you, and love you, and need you more than ever,” He mumbles, reaching down to kiss her again, a tear landing against her cheek.

The doctors turn off the life support machines and the small family sit in that hospital room they hadn’t dared leave since they got the call, holding Aria’s hands until she took her last breath. Jasmine’s sob is able to be heard through the whole floor, Anthony holding her as tight as he can to his chest, promising her that it was going to be okay.

Maddox runs through the ICU ward, down the steps and out the front doors of the hospital, feeling his breath caught in his throat. He falls to the ground just near the entryway, letting the sobs that wouldn’t come earlier escape, unable to stop them.

People offer to help, Maddox shaking his head, slowly gaining control of his emotions. He manages to stand up on his shaky legs, looking up to the sky as the sun began to set.

He sees a rainbow the rough a beam of the sun in the clouds, and knows that everything will be okay.

It’s just going to take time.

Thinking out loud

My father often mentioned hypocritical people, not by mame. He disliked my longing to go to church and to youth group activities. He didn’t want the influence of people he knew from the local bar around my sisters and me, (they must have went to our church). Back when I was a kid, kids could go to the bar to watch people drink and play pool until it was bedtime. Then we were shooed away.

My father believed in God’s laws. I’d know only because of talking to’s I’d get as a teen. He never went to church expect for weddings or funerals. His funeral was the only time he stepped……he arrived inside the church I had went to for seven years.

A few months before he passed away, I would catch him sitting in his favorite chair in our living room. We had tons of books, but I had witnessed something shocking. He had started to read from the Bible everyday when nobody was in the house.

I was shocked because it felt like he was the hypocrite, the man who detested my church attendance. Tried to get my sisters and I to stop going for most of that seven years. I thought he didn’t believe. After he died, I realised he didn’t want us to become like the people he hung out with at the local bar. The hypocrites he had mentioned, but never by name or what made them that way.

When you’re a believer in God’s laws, in what Jesus preached, “do unto others….love is patient, kind, slow to anger…” it made me angry for a long time at my father for lack of patience and being so strict. Being belted or yelled at, it was unsettling and caused a lot of confusion. A lot of resentment too.

Well, when you believe God wasn’t kidding with his laws, you have to live it, not just preach it. Walk the walk of all that talk. Otherwise, you see the hypocrite in the mirror. Is my father watching? My aunt and uncles? My grandparents? I’ve got kids looking to me as an example.

“Love never fails”

shipsrulemylife  asked:

Hello! Could you do #10 "The ladies love a guy who's good with kids" AND #13 "I lost our baby"? Thank you!

10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

He guesses it really doesn’t matter how either of them looks because it happens anyway.

Everyone is under the weather, and he just barely had the fortitude to come to the store and grab a few items for his sick family with Sonia practically glued to his chest. She’s been feeling especially awful today, congested with a raw cough and upset tummy, and she absolutely refuses to be anywhere other than in his arms. He tried to use the cart when they first arrived because his entire body hurts, but she melted down the second her butt touched the seat.

And he feels so terrible, but not just in a physical sense. His poor babies are about to turn one, and he can’t imagine them being so ill during their party this upcoming weekend. At some point, Wesley caught what he and his wife thought was a cold; they knew it would spread throughout all of them, but they definitely weren’t prepared for the flu. Then Stephen started puking, and Sonia started barking up her lungs, leaving him and Leslie virtually useless as the warning signs of their own impending doom kicked into overdrive.

He rubs his daughter’s back soothingly and tries not to drop the medicine tucked beneath his left arm. He was going to grab some orange juice and a couple boxes of tissues, but he’s lacking in the hands department, and he just wants to go home. Ben tucks a fit of wet coughing into his shoulder, which jars Sonia. He’s anticipating a scream with a scrunched face as he rounds the corner of the store toward the checkout when a lady stops him.

“Aw, she’s so cute!” 

And he’s taken aback. It may or may not be because of the germs ravaging their way through his broken system. He blinks and sniffles and clings to his daughter a little tighter, dreaming of his wife and warm blankets and a dose of actual NyQuil to clear some of his stuffy achiness. “Um…” he mumbles, biting his lower lip. “Thank you?”

But it comes out more like a question than a statement of politeness.

“And so are you! I really like your jacket! Who makes it?”

Good lord. Is this lady being serious right now? He glances around the store to make sure he isn’t being punked, but no one’s acting suspicious. She’s around his age with whatever color hair and a strange looking face, but he didn’t put his contacts in, and he honestly can’t care less about this situation. He wants to go home. He wants to lie down with his wife and babies. 

He looks down at the blue coat he’s bundled in, and Sonia shifts against his chest. “Uh, Target?”

And, thankfully (or unthankfully) his sick almost one year old bursts into tears, shrieking and wailing. He skids away from the strangeness unfolding and checks out with Sonia crying into his already sore ear. Was that woman hitting on him? No, right? He’s been in a relationship with the marvelous Leslie Knope for years and years, and he was never great at flirting in the first place. Hm. Maybe it was the hair? Leslie always tells him he has great hair when he’s sick…

But, soon, the crazy lady is long forgotten. 

He gets Sonia inside where it isn’t sleeting, gives her some medicine that allows her to get some much needed rest in her crib without begging for him to stay, kisses both of his sons’ overheated foreheads, and lies down on the mattress beside his wife. Leslie’s starfished out, and he pecks her warm neck before snuggling into her side, shivering violently despite the thick comforter.

“Ben?” she mumbles, turning her head to look at him with barely slit open eyes. “You were gone a really long time.” She coughs instantly after, and he palms her back gently. She sputters and positions herself to where she’s lying on his chest with his arm wrapped around her. 

He nods, already feeling his brain start to shut down due to the medicine. He’s praying for at least two hours of rest before the babies wake up. “I know. I’m sorry. This lady stopped me and said Sonia was cute and that I was cute and asked me where my jacket was from. It was weird.” 

“Oh, Benji got flirted with.”

He shrugs. “Guess so.”

“I don’t blame her. Your butt is fantastic, but you’re just alright face-wise.”

He chuckles at that. “Just alright? You married ‘just alright?’”

“There weren’t many options left,” she comments, and this is seriously the first time he hasn’t felt nearly as crappy in almost four days. “Plus, ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Is that so?” he questions, and Leslie yawns against his skin. “Go back to sleep, goofball. I love you.”

Leslie hums softly. “I love you too, my sexy triple daddy.”


13. “I lost our baby.”

Listening to his babies’ giggle and shriek is by far the best sound Ben Wyatt’s ever heard.

They’re six months old and as squirmy as ever, and it’s the best. He loves kissing their bellies and holding them when they need extra cuddles. It’s amazing to him that he has three kiddos to love unconditionally, to support and nurture and watch as they grow into regular sized humans. He loves Sonia, Stephen, and Wesley Knope-Wyatt more than anything in the universe.

It’s why he adores the lazy days he and Leslie have off together, the ones where he doesn’t change out of his pajamas and where their strict schedule falls off the map. Tickling and snuggling and rolling around on the carpet with their triple cherries is beyond exciting. Today is one of those rare occasions where he and Leslie aren’t at work at the same time. His wife’s making a late lunch (probably consisting of brownies and brownies alone for them), and he’s sitting crisscross applesauce on the floor, watching as Stephen gnaws on Sonia’s shirt. 

Wesley’s in his lap, wiggling around and chewing on Ben’s fingers. They’re all teething at the exact same time, which means plenty of drool and slobber and crankiness. Yesterday evening, both Stephen and Wesley were practically inconsolable, even with the teething gel he and Leslie placed on their little gums, while Sonia just happily squeaked every few minutes. He’s just happy they’re carefree this afternoon, seemingly without a worry in the world. 

“Ben!” he hears Leslie shout, and he instantly gets to his feet with Wesley still in his arms.

He glances back at Sonia and Stephen, who apparently love tummy time today, before heading into the kitchen.

“What’s up?” he asks, rounding the island to kiss his wife’s cheek.

“I made a grilled cheese that looks like a butterfly!” 

See? This… This is why he loves Leslie Knope to the moon and back. 

She’s so ridiculously adorable, and he has no doubts that their children will grow up to be just like their mom. 

Three miniature versions of Leslie can and will rule the world; he knows that for a fact.

He doesn’t know why he’s feeling so sappy today, but even thinking about his family makes him kind of an emotional wreck, and he’s not afraid to admit it.

“My next one is gonna be a dinosaur,” she beams proudly.

It’s pretty neat. She’s cutting them by hand, and Ben already knows he has no artistic abilities whatsoever.

They chatter for a few minutes before Wesley gets restless and wants to be put down, and Ben goes into the living room.

To find one less baby.

Sonia’s on her back, chewing thoughtfully on her toes with her tiny legs in the air, but Stephen is nowhere to be found. 

His stomach drops, and his heart hammers in his chest.

“Um, uh, honey?” he calls. “I lost our baby.” 

He searches around frantically for Stephen and keeps a careful eye on Sonia in the process. He checks under pillows and blankets and in their toy chest.

“Do you mean this baby?” Leslie questions as she walks over to him with Stephen thankfully nestled in her arms. “We have our first crawler!”

“What?” Ben asks incredulously. “That’s so amazing, Stevie!” 

The baby smiles and laughs, and Ben gently switches babies with Leslie, blowing raspberries on Stephen’s bare tummy.


They have a son that’s crawling.

“They’re only six months,” he says, kissing his bald head. “Isn’t that too early?” 

Leslie shakes her head. “Not for the extraordinary Knope-Wyatt triplets.” 

Time for me to say my dorky goodbye, and hope no one laughs at me!

I’m 25 now, but I still remember being a kid and watching Naruto whenever I could, and excitedly borrowing and trading the manga with my friend’s brother. When I was a teenager I made Naruto AMVs and became a big SasuSaku fan girl. I dreamed of meeting a man like Kakashi, and I related so much to Hinata’s struggles with being shy and wanting to change herself for the better. Naruto’s relationship with Iruka always made my heart so happy, and I was so jealous that Naruto had such a warm and caring father figure to look up to and spend time with.

Whenever I was lonely, I always had a Naruto episode to watch or a new chapter to read. It was my favorite manga, and I truly cherished it. Goodbye old friend. Thanks for cheering up this lonely little girl’s life throughout the years. You really did help me get through the hard times ❤❤❤❤

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons about what Rukia and Renji's childhood was like in Inuzuri? Personally I think they were little shits who pranked and stole from all the drunks on the street but I want to know what you think.

you came to the right weirdo who thinks way too much about psychoanalyzing my favorite anime characters. 

I think that yes, definitely- Renji and Rukia were devious little shits. They were probably really mean little kids, too. Children are already basically sadists, but the flashback chapter seems to imply that stealing and taking advantage of other people was the only way that kids could survive in the 78th district. 

Using what scant info we have, I feel comfy making some assumptions into headcanons:

1. Renji and Rukia are both very distrustful of adults/authority figures. In the academy chapters, everybody fawns over Aizen and Gin when they coincidentally “rescue” the students from hollows. Renji seems to be the only one of the group who is genuinely afraid of captain-level officers. (He calls them “monsters”, and its implied that Aizen got him booted out of the 5th division because Renji would not be an obedient underling for his schemes.) Adults were probably very scary to tiny, skinny Rukia and Renji and were never to be trusted. 

2. Renji and Rukia were deprived of most basic requirements and experiences of young children. Again in the academy chapters its implied that Renji and Rukia have never been to school before. The entire reason they went to Shin’o is because shinigami get free food and shelter. When Rukia gets adopted, the first thing Renji says to her is that she’ll never have to worry about food again. From the moment Rukia comes into the WotL she is 100% comfortable lying and stealing, even from her friends. The psych student in me goes NUTS about shit like this. 

3. Whatever happened in the Rukongai, it was some HEAVY SHIT. Way more than a kid should have to go through, especially without a guardian. Renji says that they “hated that place and everyone in it”, He described the adults as all criminals and the children as wild animals, which is some LARGE GENERALIZATIONS to make about everyone in an entire district. Rukia and Renji’s three friends died within ten years of each other.

So like… to actually answer your questions;

Rukia and Renji were DEFINITELY little shits. They probably relied on each other every single day and were inseparable to boot.

They were also extremely clever, jaded and angry kids. Slow to trust and quick to run, and at a certain point all they had in the world was each other. It was probably a really huge shock when they came to Shin’o and were exposed to this entire new world that the nobles had been living in this whole time. What? running water???? Freshly cooked food????? INDOOR PLUMBING??????

anonymous asked:

The whole thing is just so pathetic. Jays character was portrayed in 4 seasons as strong, and civil, and he does the right thing. It's just so stupid to bring this whole marriage thing in. And they better let Erin help him through it and get them back together. I didn't imagine seeing their bedroom as an opportunity to film a separating scene! On a positive note, I guess it could have been worse. The writers could have had his (ex) wife had a kid... The writers need help. End of story.

It could have been done in such a different way without having to be so dramatic. I would have thought that telling your partner of 4 years and girlfriend of 2 that you had a joke marriage would come up at some point but the writers obviously just had this idea now…yeah it could have been much worse i suppose there could be more to it than there is. 

First home scene in 15 episodes and in their bedroom for only the second time and it was for them to have a deep depressing scene with him leaving. Wonderful.

I want to do so much things like, I want to play pool or billiard with my cousins, play basketball with my childhood friends, run because I am the ‘taya’ in mataya-taya, and play hide and seek. You know, those stuff that you usually do when you were still a kid, I want to do all those stuff again. Why when I was still a kid, I was able to manage my time like I can do this just half of the day?Ughhh. I miss being a kid. If I could be just a kid again for a day I’d make sure that my day will be spent wisely.

when I was a kid I daydreamed constantly before my sister could talk bc I didn’t have anyone to talk to and I would come up w what were essentially Disney fan fictions and then as I started to read all the stuff I read got incorporated into these sort of semi maladapted daydreams and this started when I was like literally three or four and I still remember the like premise of each of the sort of chains of daydreams I had bc they were so vivid and intensely satisfying

-early early like age 4 I remember having daydreams/“telling stories to myself” about Ursula, first just Ursula and like imitating her to myself in bed as I fell asleep and then it was a story about how Ursula was misunderstood and people were trying to kill her and she escaped in her human form onto land to run away and hid in a cave drinking soup made of seaweed and then the townspeople come and tie her up and she like fights them but then gives up bc she is too noble?? Very warped characterization of Ursula but I trusted and loved her

-daydream abt Quasimodo and Esmeralda . At first I made Quasimodo a girl bc I was Quasimodo but I gave up on that and just like relived the scene where Esmeralda is gonna get killed and quasi saves her and then it was like endless chase/capture scenes in my tiny head and then like they went to the caves and Esmeralda defended quasi and told everyone he was good and not bad but they kept misunderstanding him and wanting to hurt him and he had to prove himself

-Atlantis happened and I was mechanic girl but also milo and I rlly wanted to reenact the story and make my friends be the Atlantis princess

- I saw a picture of a roman slave ship in a picture encyclopedia and my dad got me some cd roms about Ancient Rome and there was an animation of a guy getting his hands cut off and about the same time I read a fairy tale in a grimms fairy tale book about a poor peasant orphan girl who gets caught stealing apples and gets her hands cut off and then I think also loses her tongue and like can only bite apples off the tree and like…I had some fucked up stories going on that I knew I couldn’t tell anyone cuz I was like five but like, Quasimodo character had that happen a lot to him

-little mermaid 2 came out and I had a story where Ariels daughter gets turned into an octopus lady instead of a mermaid mermaid

-age seven I read coville’s into the land of the unicorns where the main character jumps off a roof with a magic necklace while being pursued by mysterious figures and lands in the unicorn land and I had a lot of that kind of stuff . There was a story I had about a girl who jumps off a cliff and falls safely ish to the bottom of the cliff and like is super hurt but alive but she fell from so high up that the villagers don’t even know there’s a cliff they think it’s the sky and they think she’s like a witch and they nurse her back to health but then put her on trial

- I read Jane yolens young Merlin series and got to the book where the wodewose put Merlin in a cage and give him like meadowsweet and opiates to induce dreaming and I loved That shit

-kidnapped by goblin :the fucking endless daydream . One was carried down to caves beneath the surface of the earth and made to eat vermin but then you got the trust of an ugly but good spirited teen goblin who taught u to use swords and escape

-alternately , kidnapped goblin has to prove humanity to captor who has placed her in a tower . Captor is either evil or hapless and handsome town miller who has been saddled with the task of keeping her locked up bc he has the biggest building

- sooner or later this becomes “misunderstood werewolf and or vampire” stories

-alien abduction . This starts earlier but just as tiny 6 yr old me going “if aliens captured me I bet they would put me in a very small box” and then getting into small boxes . more elaborate ideas about aliens abducting every human on earth and putting them through like an industrial screening process enter my head later . it gets weird

-Disney villains started all this


Nico was in border patrol, but it was just so he could  be surprised.

Can you believe this could be the first time Nico can celebrate his birthday with people that like him since his mother died? :))

“Can I even call this feeling jealousy?”

AU where instead of going to Samwell, Jack starts a widely successful Publicly Broadcast show for children.

Jack learns that he is great with kids after coaching them for a little over two years. Moreover, kids are good with Jack. There is no pressure to be anything other than who he is.

It all starts with a local news program doing a fluff piece on Jack Zimmermann’s coaching ability. But then it turned into something completely different when Jack skated onto camera and started to introduce every single one of his kids and what was special about them. He was…really enchanting actually. He didn’t ever really talk down to them. Jack just treated them as a tiny friend. 

They ARE his tiny friends, but that’s not the point. 

The footage they got of “snack time” was really the best. Imagine a good 16 kids piled around this massive man teaching them the best way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

 It should have been obvious that a local channel would contact him. It still surprises Jack. They want him to host a show? Why? Everyone always teased him about how impersonable he was during interviews. Is it because he’s Jack Zimmermann’s son? Or Alicia’s? 

Jack asks all of these questions to his mother and she just laughs. “You made a PB&J interesting to 16 kids just by being you”

Jack figures it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. 

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