anonymous asked:

Yesterday me and my mom were talking about if everyone viewed God as their "father." I mentioned to her that some refer to God as "She" or "They" , but she thinks that most people do that to be politically correct, and that because the Bible refers to God as the Father, it would be an offense to God to call God anything else. I personally love the idea of referring to God as "Them", but I don't think my mom would agree. Do you have any rebuttals/ways to introduce her to it?

Hi there! A lot of people respond similarly to how your mother did when they first are introduced to the notion that God might be called more than “Father,” more than “He.” Hopefully with time she’ll get it a little better. 

Here’s a passage from God’s Tapestry: Reading the Bible in a World of Religious Diversity about a not-dissimilar conversation between the author, W. Eugene March, and their mother (for the entire passage, see this google-books link):

‘ Some years ago I received an unexpected phone call from my mother. She was clearly agitated and thought I would share her concern, a theological concern. She was agitated about the language that had been used in fashioning a prayer to God in a study book that she and other women in her congregation were using.

…The issue was a prayer on which feminine metaphors were employed to describe God’s love for Israel. Wombs, labor pains, and nursing at nurturing breasts were used in a prayer to God. When Mom and her Bible study friends read this prayer, the explosion was not pleasant. And not surprisingly, an unofficial ‘denominational’ publication circulating widely in her congregation fanned the fire of my mother’s zeal to denounce perceived heresy.

It took me several minutes to get her calmed down enough for us to talk reasonably. When I did, I asked her to read the offending prayer to me. As she did, I recognized the clear influence of Isaiah. I said, “Hey, Mom, that language is straight out of the Bible.”
She said, “It is not!”
I said, “Yes it is!”
“Is not!”
“Is too.”

Finally, I asked her to get her Bible and we had a long-distance Bible study of some selected verses from the book of Isaiah:

For a long time I have held my peace,
I [God] have kept still and restrained myself;
now I will cry out like a woman in labor;
I will gasp and pant. (Isaiah 42:14)

Can a woman forget her nursing child,
or show no compassion for the child of her womb?
Even these may forget,
yet I will not forget you. (Isaiah 49:15)

Rejoice with Jerusalem, and be glad for her,
all you who love her;
rejoice with her in joy,
all you who mourn over her –
that you may nurse and be satisfied
from her consoling breast;
that you may drink deeply with delight
from her glorious bosom.
For thus says the [Holy One]:
I will extend prosperity to her like a river,
and the wealth of the nations like an overflowing stream;
and you shall nurse and be carried on her arm
and dandled on her knees.
As a mother comforts her child
so I will comfort you;
you shall be comforted in Jerusalem. (Isaiah 66:10-13)

After she had read those verses, there was a long pause, and then she said, “When did they put that in there?” “It’s been there all along,” I replied. “Well,” my dear mother continued in a somewhat subdued tone, “why didn’t anyone ever tell me?”

“Why didn’t anyone ever tell me?” That is one of the questions that prompted this book. There are so many misconceptions about what the Bible does and doesn’t say, so much ignorance among otherwise well-educated, capable people. In my experience, the people in the pews are often well ahead of the clergy when it comes to the matters that really count in the way we order our daily lives and structure the communities in which we live. Their attitudes are usually based on what they recognize from their own experience of life. But they need knowledge about the support the Bible can offer and encouragement and permission from their leaders. They often think that what they believe must be heretical or offbeat, since no one assures them otherwise. ’

[end passage]

God exists beyond human language; They will surely not be offended to be called by a variety of terms. God has been called mother and midwife and Woman Wisdom for millennia, in Hebrew scripture before Jesus was born as well as in the earliest of Christian communities.

So when it comes to the fear of causing offense over different words for God, whom are we scared about offending? God? or other humans?

Here’s a post that talks about why we might call God other things beyond “Our Father” (we can keep calling them our Father as well!)

Here’s another post with similar stuff, including links to Bible passages. Because the Bible certainly does call God father, but also mother, and midwife, and rock, and light, and so much more. Lots of gendered language, lots of abstract and non-anthropomorphic language. The more variety we use, the closer we may get to just how big God is.

Here’s a post arguing that God is a woman, God is nonbinary, God is trans. (This one might be a little bit beyond what your mother’s ready to embrace right now, so I’d save this one for her for much later or just enjoy it for yourself.)

And our whole God beyond Gender tag contains even more stuff! Good luck helping your mom explores this. God is so much vaster than our human minds can fathom, but starting to explore many ways of thinking of Them helps. 

Daryl finding an abandoned baby with you would include:


Originally posted by wildling-heart

• Both of you not believing your eyes as you find a baby in the middle of the woods while you’re on a run

• Daryl picking them immediately up, telling you to look if there are still some pieces of evidence of the parents around just for you to find nothing and no one

• Him taking his vest off and wrapping it around the baby trying to keep it warm before driving back to Alexandria while having to smile as he sees the baby laying in your arms

• Both of you taking them to the infirmary, already being asked who you think should take care of the baby just for Daryl to suggest cautiously that you both could raise them

• Him telling you that this could be the way for you two to start a family and that he secretly wanted that with you for a long time now

• Him quickly developing fatherly feelings for the baby as soon as you both begin to take care of them

• Him calling the baby “Little asskicker” until he lets you decide what you’re gonna call them

• Him sometimes spending nights holding and dandling the baby if they just can’t fall asleep and doing everything for their wellbeing

• Him now going reluctantly on runs, not really liking to be without you and the baby but using the opportunity to search for useful things for the both of you

• Him trying to remember how you all handled Judith and sometimes asking Rick for advice when he just doesn’t know what to do

• Him treating the baby as if it’s your own and showing openly how much he would do for their safety

• Him just loving to see you holding the baby while realizing once again how much he loves the both of you and beginning to think about suggesting to extend your little family one day


anonymous asked:

prompt: "how could you love me?"

“I love ya.”

The three words linger in the space between them, heavy and suffocating. There’s so much honesty in his eyes - glistening with tears - that it only makes the words hurt more. Like daggers they slice through Carol’s heart, over and over with every weak beat it makes.

“Don’t,” she croaks, her voice failing her. Arms wrap around herself to shield her from the storm that’s raging silently in the dimly lit room, the dandle light casting obscure shadows on the walls. “Don’t say that.”

She’d expected him to be hurt, for his already meager confidence to be shattered. Instead, he doesn’t even look surprised. “Why?” he asks, his voice breaking, giving away just for a second how much it cost him to say the words at all. Of course she knew all along. For a long time. But she’d always hoped he wouldn’t figure it out, that he’d refuse to fall victim to what he feels.

“Cause it’s not-” They’re at a crossroad and she doesn’t know which path to take. None of them are easy, and he’ll get hurt no matter what. That, however, is the one thing she needs to prevent. “Because you shouldn’t,” she finally says, trying to sound determined, her voice coming out cold. Harsh. Daryl’s face is so soft, though, raw and vulnerable that it breaks her brittle resolve instantly. She sighs, looking down at the worn wooden floor. “After everything I’ve done, how could you love me?”

He’d taken her confession in silence. Without judgment. Deep down, she’d known that he wouldn’t push her away for any of it - that every choice she made had to be made. Still, a part of her - ugly and malicious - had hoped he’d despise her for it the way she does herself. Instead, she’d only seen understanding in his eyes. Felt reassuring and comfort in the embrace he so willingly offered. Her body fought it, the relief. It fought and fought but in the end she was too tired, only a shell of who she used to be and so she let go. Let him hold her and almost believed him when he told her that she did nothing wrong. That she made the only choices she could have.

“I just do,” Daryl replies, taking two quick steps to breach the distance between them and with the table behind her she has nowhere to go. He towers over her but she’s not afraid of him, never has been. His hand - calloused and warm - reaches for hers, lifts it to his chest. Beneath her palm, his heart beats frantically. “Y'aint what you think y'are. Not to me,” he breathes hoarsely, his thumb drawing circles against the back of her hand. It might feel soothing, if she allowed it. But she can’t.

“What I am to you?” Her voice is full of defeat, and she feels almost as if Daryl’s hand alone is holding her upright in this moment. Every fiber of her body is slack, unwilling to keep standing. He can feel it, of course he can. There’s never been a single moment he misread her. He sighs, deeply and broken, and wraps his arms around her until she has nowhere to go but to curl herself around him, too.

His lips press to the crown of her head, a kiss so tender that it makes her heart stutter.


Negan Imagine ~ Little Runaway

After you and Negan take care of a toddler, not only you think about what it would be like to have a child of your own…

(Request: “Please can you do one with Negan, a fluffy one?”)

Originally posted by killernegan

Faint light streamed through one of the rare windows in the hallways of the Sanctuary as you looked out of it, down onto the endless seeming woods.
You were deepened in your thoughts as you jolted up, suddenly feeling arms wrapping from behind around your waist, some warm lips pressing themselves on your neck.
“Did I catch you fucking off guard, Sweetheart?”, you heard Negan chuckle against your skin before you turned around to look at him.
“Maybe”, you said chuckling while you looked into his eyes.
You were the one woman by Negan’s side for a long time now.
The one he left his wives for, the one he wanted to be with and after all, you couldn’t be more happy about that.
“Thought you’d still work”, you added placing your hands onto his chest.
“Got some fucking spare time and guess what, I’d like to spend that fucking time with my favorite person”, he said letting a big smile create on your lips before he continued.
“Which is why I’m going over to Simon now”, he added, before laughing at your shocked face expression before you began to laugh and slapped his chest.
“Asshole”, you said laughing while Negan chuckled and pulled you closer.
“Nah but seriously, I wanna use the damn time I have with you, so what do you want to do”, he asked looking at you.
You wanted to answer his question as you suddenly heard sounds coming from around a corner.
You looked irritated at Negan before he let go of you and went around the corner, followed by you as you saw a little boy crawling on the floor.
“Holy hell”, Negan said before he leaned down to the toddler and picked him gently up.
“Hello little man”, he said to the cooing boy who giggled at Negan.
“What the hell are you doing here, huh? Where’s your mommy and daddy?”, he asked in a soft voice while he gently dandled the toddler in his arms.
The boy cooed as an answer before he giggled again and stretched his tiny chubby toddler hands out trying to grab Negan’s beard.
“Jealous huh? Well, you gotta get a bit older for that”, Negan chuckled while he looked smiling at the toddler and you felt some strange warmth spreading out in your body as you saw him this way.
You knew that he had a soft spot for kids.
And you also knew about his job as coach before this whole thing started.
Yes, of course, he had been the special kind of way he is but you exactly knew that he secretly wanted them to like and to look up to him.
You suddenly heard the loud bang of a shutting door sound through the hallways before you heard a quiet whimper coming from the toddler.
The lower lip of the boy began to tremble, his eyes became glassy before a few sobs left his mouth.
“Shit, oh come on buddy”, Negan said sighing before he softly put the boys head against his chest and dandled him until he got calm again but stayed huddled up to him.
Negan would be a great father, shot through your head.
You had never talked to him about that topic, you didn’t know if he wanted kids himself and especially in a world that was as cruel as the one you live in.
And you, well of course, you had imagined what it would be like having a child with him and you had felt your body being filled up with an extremely comfortable warmth just thinking about having a little boy or girl with Negan, but you had your doubts.
Not because of Negan, or your relationship or anything else, you had no single doubt regarding that, if it would be only about you and him you would love to start a family with him right now, but about this world and having a kid growing up in it.
Negan looked from the toddler up to you, his glance soft before he raised his voice.
”Where the heck could he come from? The nursery?”, Negan asked, seeming to ponder.
“No, the nursery is on the other side of the building, that's’ too far, he can’t come from there”, you muttered pondering yourself, while Negan sighed quietly before he began to grin.
And hell, you knew that grin way too well.
“Maybe we could just keep him”, Negan suddenly said chuckling before you heard the little boy giggle.
“Oh yeah, you like that fucking idea, don’t you buddy?”, Negan laughed as he looked at the cooing boy.
“We can’t keep him”, you said laughing while shaking your head at Negan.
“Oh shit, did you hear that?”, Negan asked the boy in an excessively dramatic tone.
“We really gotta find his parents”, you said again as you laid your hand on his arm to get his attention before both, Negan and the boy, looked at you.
The boy giggled at you, stretching one of his hands out to you while he cooed once again.
“Oh see, he fucking likes you too!”, Negan called out triumphantly.
”Yeah, I like him as well”, you chuckling said, letting the boy wrap his hands around your fingers.
From the corner of your eyes you could see Negan’s glance intensifying as he saw you looking smiling at the boy in his arms, the tiny hand wrapped around your fingers.
”And that’s why I want to find out where he belongs”, you said, looking up to Negan who stayed for a moment simply looking at you, still with that smile on his lips, as if he was caught in some trance before he broke out of it and looked back to the boy .
”Alright, so then we’re gonna go on a little journey, huh”, he said dandling the toddler while another soft smile flashed over his lips.

While you walked you saw how Negan’s glance changed into a pondering one, his eyebrows slightly pulled together before he raised his voice.
“What kind of craphead lets his kid crawl around in the fucking hallways”, Negan growled while you kept walking,
“Don’t know, but I’m sure we’re gonna find out”, you said looking at him, before you heard a voice calling through the hallways.
“Caleb?! Shit…Caleb, come on where are you? ”, you heard a desperate male voice sound through the hallways.
“Guess we got our craphead”, growled Negan before you saw how a man came around a corner, his eyes watery and filled with desperation before he saw Negan and kneeled immediately.
Negan stopped walking, his glance frozen while you saw him clenching his jaw before raising his voice.
“Stand up”, he commanded and the man followed his order, stood up before his eyes widened by the sight of the boy in Negan’s arms.
“Caleb…”, he exhaled before he got cut off by Negan.
“Is this your fucking son?”, he asked, his voice still serious.
“Yes, Sir”, the man said hastily nodding while his glance stayed stuck on Negan and his son.
You saw Negan nodding slowly, his jaw clenching again before he slowly walked towards the man who began to tremble.
“You know what’s fucking crappy? Huh? You know that?…Guess not, so fucking listen to what I’m gonna tell you prick. A fucking toddler crawling around in the damn hallways”, Negan said calm but with that dangerous undertone in his voice before he continued.
“You do not let your toddler son out of your fucking sight. You do certainly not let him crawl around the fucking hallway. Got that?”, Negan asked staring down to the man in front of him
“Yes, Sir”, the man said with a quiet and trembling voice before Negan leaned towards him.
“What was that? I didn’t understand, you’re gonna have to speak up”, he said before he leaned back.
“Yes, Sir”, the man forced in a louder tone out of his mouth.
“Good. What the fucking heck were you doing anyway while he was playing runaway?”, Negan asked still with that undertone in his voice.
“M-my older son, he is sick and I just…”, the man said before his voice cracked and his eyes filled with more tears while you had to swallow by his sight and actually had to pity him.
Negan sighed, his glance got less frozen before he began to talk again.
“Now you calm the fuck down and fucking listen to me again”, Negan said before he continued.
“Step one, you get your son here to the damn nursery. Step two, you fucking go back to your older son and get him back on track. Step three, you be the fucking father you’re supposed to be. Understand?”, Negan said looking at the man while the boy was still huddled up to him.
“Yes, Sir”, the man said nodding while he swallowed hard.
“Alright. Don’t ever wanna see him crawling around here again…and what do we say to me, for having to spend an assload of my precious time trying to find you prick?”, Negan asked as he slowly and gently got the toddler out of his position.
“I am deeply sorry and thank you, Sir”, the man said before Negan nodded and gave Caleb over to his father who pulled him close to his body.
The man nodded again before he rushed with his son around the corner he came from.
”Mission fucking accomplished”, said Negan now with a small grin back on his lips before he pulled you into a deep kiss that filled you up with warmth.
He let slowly go of your lips, his forehead resting against yours, his hands still cupping your face for a while before he backed a little away.
”Gotta finish the fucking work, shit I’m fucking sorry, couldn’t even really do something together”, Negan said slightly scoffing.
”It’s okay, I mean, we had a special variety today”, you said softly chuckling.
”Oh shit yeah”, Negan said chuckling before he continued.
”By the fucking way, we got the whole fucking night to make the time up”, he said winking at you.
”Of course”, you said chuckling back before Negan grinned wider, pecked your lips and eventually let go of you.
”Till later, Sweetheart”, he said winking once again before he vanished around a corner.

It was already late as you returned from finishing your last task to your room, you didn’t have to work or anything else but anyway, you wanted to have something you could contribute.
And even though you have had something you had to do the last couple of hours, you had the some thoughts stuck in your head and they all circled around Negan and you and the thought of having a child with him.
That picture of him and that toddler, how he gently he handled him and the joy he had in his eyes, was still crystal clear in your mind and just gave you the same warm feeling every time you saw it in your mind.
Tired from the whole day, you snuggled into the dark sheets hoping that Negan would come back soon and while you were thinking about it, your eyelids got heavier and heavier and finally pulled you into a deep sleep.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, the moonlight shined through the windows telling you that it was still night while you felt that you were laying in Negan’s arms.
You heard a quiet yawn that made you slowly look up to Negan, seeing him staring out of the window while he seemed to ponder about something.
“Everything alright?”, you muttered with a sleep drowned voice while you raised your head from his chest.
Negan’s eyes directly shot to yours, his glance softening.
”Hmm”, he hummed nodding.
”Really?”, you asked, as you clearly saw that something was bothering him.
He sighed quietly, swallowed still pondering before he looked into your eyes.
“Did you ever think about having kids with me?”, he asked in a serious tone while he swallowed hard once again as if he feared what you could answer.
You felt that warmth spreading out in you again while a smile formed on your lips.
“Yeah”, you said softly while you saw his eyes lighten up in the faint light.
“Fuck really?”, he asked his lips now forming a slight smile.
“Yes”, you said sitting up while nodding and still looking at him, as he leaned against the backboard, the smile becoming wider.
”The boy made you think about it, huh?”, you asked, your glance not leaving his face.
“Think about it again”, he said chuckling before he raised his voice again.
“Just fucking imagine a version of you and me, just in fucking tiny, running around,…and I mean, even the fucking making process is a hell lot of fun”, Negan said smirking while you slightly slapped his chest, laughing softly.
“Of course, we can fucking screw either way, but getting a damn extra gift for it is fucking great”, he chuckled amusedly before he went quieter again and sat a bit more up while he locked eyes with you before he pulled you closer.
“I’m a damn happy fucker with you either way, just want you to know, but would you consider it? Like really fucking consider it?”, he asked in a serious, but still somehow soft tone.
“Yeah, I would, really Negan but…can we do that? Get someone on purpose into this fucked up world?”, you muttered while you looked at him.
“Don’t fucking know Sweetheart. I really don’t, but I know for fucking sure that I’d keep the both of you safe no fucking matter what”, he said while you felt his hand placing around yours and squeezing it softly.
You buried your hand deeper into his big warm one while you smiled thinking about it.
“And hell, you’d protect them too. You can, I fucking know that you’re a fucking fighter”, Negan added while his glance stayed on you.
“Holy crap, our kid would be some badass, probably with a damn fucking potty mouth”, you heard Negan laugh slightly while you looked pondering down to your hand that was still buried in Negan’s
“Sweetheart?”, you heard Negan’s voice say after a few moments of silence before you looked up from your hands.
“We don’t have to decide any fucking shit right now”, he said before he lifted an arm to let you huddle up to his side.
You nodded and let yourself fall into his embrace, felt how he pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your head.
Snuggling your face into his chest your thoughts kept circling around the same thing.
This feeling you had about it wasn’t just caused by a mood or something.
If it was just some kind of mood you wouldn’t think about it that much and serious, knowing that something like that shouldn’t be decided by having some kind of mood.
But it wasn’t, it definitely wasn’t.
You wanted a child with him, you wanted to start something big together with him and you were grateful to even have the chance to in these times,
These times.
They were the only reason you struggled, but maybe, maybe it wasn’t even that necessary.
You had the Sanctuary, the safest place you had seen since this thing had started and even if something would happen, you both would manage it somehow, you had managed already so much together, so you could do that too.
And next to that, the picture in your mind, seeing Negan with your own child on his arm, dandling them like he did with the little boy this afternoon, grew more and more.
You couldn’t change what the world was like, but you could make the best of it, with and for the ones you love.
And with that thought, your decision had been made.
“Negan?”, you asked quietly, trying to find out if he was still awake.
“Yeah?”, he answered before you lifted your head and looked at him.
“We should do it”, you said before you saw how a smile flashed over his lips.
“You really want to? Like, are you fucking sure? I just don’t want to fucking push you”, Negan asked not being able to get that smile from his lips.
“I’m sure, I really am. I want that with you, every little bit of it”, you said while Negan kept looking smiling at you.
“Fuck, I’m a damn lucky man”, he said, his smile mixing with a smirk right before he got you closer to pull you into a deep kiss.
“Guess it’s the damn right time to fulfill what I promised earlier”, Negan muttered smirking against your lips.
“Guess so too”, you said chuckling slightly against his lips, feeling how Negan moved on top of you, while you knew that every single decision you had just made with telling him that you wanted to start a family with him, had been nothing but the best you had ever done.

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scrapbullet  asked:

Idk if anyone's prompted you that Silverflint kidfic thing yet, so if they haven't? *raises hand* ;D I am a sucker for kidfic. So how about... Silver singing 'dance to your daddy' to a wee babby they can't quite bring themselves to leave at an orphanage. Pretty please with cake on top?

Thank you so much for this! ❤️ I will take all the kidfic prompts that you or anyone else wants to send me, honestly. I deviated from the prompt just a little but I think it’s still good. This might end up cross-posted to my AO3 later; for now I’m so eager to post it I’m just putting it here. 

Tentatively entitled “these three remain” from the Corinthians verse - and now these three remain: faith, hope, and love, but the greatest of these is love. 

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Perhaps the most interesting thing about Hector’s place in the Iliad, and one of my favorite pieces out of Greek literature, is his interactions with his family. Very few domestic scenes from ancient Greek literature show as much honest compassion and love as do the scenes between Hector and his wife, Andromache. And of course his baby is pretty cute too:

“He stretched his arms towards his child, but the boy cried and nestled in his nurse’s bosom, scared at the sight of his father’s armor, and at the horse-hair plume that nodded fiercely from his helmet. His father and mother laughed to see him, but Hector took the helmet from his head and laid it all gleaming upon the ground. Then he took his darling child, kissed him, and dandled him in his arms, praying over him…”

-Iliad Book 6 (Trans. Samuel Butler), from The Internet Classics Archive

Being in a relationship with Rick would include:


Originally posted by godlaughingwhilstyoumakeplans

• Being a badass team and couple 

• Him always asking you for advices and your opinion when he has big decisions to make

• Whenever you’re sitting next to each other in the car him placing a hand on your thigh or knee while driving

• Being able to fight not just walkers together but also the human enemies while knowing that you’re always gonna have each other’s back

• Him loving to be the big spoon through feeling your body that close and being able to place kisses on your neck and shoulder 

• Him not shrinking back of killing in case you’re endangered

• You and him giving each other strength whenever one of you is having a hard time

• Him being really protective of you

• Him loving to walk into Judith’s room and finding you holding her while you’re sitting in the armchair and you’re both peacefully sleeping

• Him loving to see into your eyes before hungrily kissing you

• Both of you trusting each other deeply and him being able to show you his vulnerable side just as you can show him yours

• Him loving to shower together with you

• You both enjoying to sit together in the rockers on Rick’s porch until deep in the night and talking

• Him always making sure that you know how important you are to him and how much he loves you

• Carl and you getting along really good and him being more than glad about seeing his dad that happy

• You both being able to make each other laugh and loving every single second of seeing the other one laughing

• passionate but also loving make out sessions

• Him placing kisses literally everywhere on your body

• Him trying everything to cheer you up when you’re not feeling well and only being able to be truly happy again when he sees you smile

• Him loving when you storm towards him to hug him tightly

• Runs being a great opportunity to not just collect supplies but also have some time only for the both of you

• Him loving to look deeply into your eyes and seeing your loving glance

• You and Carl automatically looking at each other when Rick’s overly using “stuff” and “thangs” once again

• You not being able to stop smiling when you see Rick holding and dandling Judith gently 

• You both knowing that you want to spend the rest of your lives with each other and would know that nothing could ever separate you


anonymous asked:

How would Lo'lo, Sinbad and Kouen react to holding their baby for the first time.


> You barely ever see the huge fanalis speechless, but when his baby lays in his arms, he gets very quiet, slowly and awkwardly dandling the little bundle in his arms, peaceful, as a smile rests on Lo’lo’s lips. He’s way to hypnotize about their little features and enjoys the moment with it to its fullest, which no one really can hold against the newly made father


> From the very moment he heard the first cry Sinbad was mesmerized with his child and can’t stop talking to it, holding it near his s/o so they can see too, while welcoming his new family member, treating it like the wonder it is, as he confirms with his s/o again and again that it’s their baby, which he’s holding, his face beaming of happiness


> There is a feeling of fatherly pride, happiness and a bit of relief to see when Kouen is finally given the opportunity to hold his child. He’ll be a bit overwhelmed if the little one starts to cry in his arms, but bopping up and down, will produce the first ever giggle his child make, while for once a smile rests upon his face, as he watches it holding onto his outstretched finger

Battle of Bywater
poplitealqueen, goldberry-in-the-rushes
Battle of Bywater

Weed your gardens while you sing this tune
Big furry toes in black muddy pools .
Remember the Bywater,
Remember the Brave.
Daffadowndilly di-la-day

Sweet air gone from your flower patch
As the Old Man’s crooks rode down the path.
Shadow they brought, and hunger they sowed
They trapped us down in deep Lockholes.

Party Tree bent and prized plants burned.
Saw every hill become cracked and churned.
That baleful man, he’ll gobble ya whole!  
Unless we fight! Protect our own!

O there called the Magnificent’s Horn!
FOOOmRAHooom, it broke the morn!  
Hailed each Hobbit, each strong lass and lad-
To battle the darkness, protect their land!

Da grabbed a pitchfork, Mum grabbed her pan,
Gammer her hammer, and Gaffer his hands
And fought, they did in all of that fray
On Bywater Bridge, they won the day!

There was no cease, there was no  tire ,
Till every foe was gone from the Shire.  
Lockholes pried open. Crack, pull and boom,
Spelled the end of Sharkey’s Doom!

Stabbed in the back like the turncloak he were
A proper good mornin’ for Sharkey the Cur!
His foul blood black soaked the ground of Bag End,
But Brave Mayor Sam just continued to tend.

Sweetness returned and we Shirelings learned
That quiet and gladness are things that are earned.
And when all is gloom, defend what is yours
Fight for the Shire, give ‘em what for!

Remember the Bywater,
Remember the Brave.
Whenever you pass Sharkey’s End today
Quiet our fields now, and white our Tree,
Like a Daffadowndilly di-la-dee

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Limping in (injured raph x leo) MATURE

I WAS WRITING THIS LIKE OVER THREE HOURS AND IT’S STILL SO SHORT?! well, what ever, this will continue anyways, at least I need to do a second part, so this is for a friend, Cabbuca, who requested tcest Raph x Leo

“You have to rest it at least a week, Raphael.” Donatello said. It was hard to see his taunting face in the dim light, but I knew it was still there. Before I got up from the medical table, Donatello lifted his finger up, like he was scolding me, just to remind me once again: “No training, Raph! Remember!”

He then leaned closer to help me up, but I pushed his helping, guiding arms away. I didn’t need his help! I was fine!

Donnie covered quickly and then he gasped from forgetting something.

“Oh yeah! You also need these…” He said and turned his shell on me. I tried to look over his shoulder what he meant. He had already given me so many lotions and pills and all medical stuff so I could take care of my ankle on my own. When he turned to face me, he had two crutches in his hands. I felt my eyes getting wide, my mouth dropping, I was not going to need those!

“Don’t look so surprised, Raph. If you don’t want me or Leo to escort you everywhere by holding your hand, you will use these.”

I raised a brow while still staring at the crutches. Eyeing them like I was trying to understand what they were, like I’ve never seen anything like that before. Trying to kill them with my stare. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t saw this coming.” Donnie said tauntingly, again. Then he put the crutches aside, to lean against the medical table, as far away from me as possible. To his eyes I looked like a cowering cat from anger when he moved those damn things.

“Well, they’ll be here if you change your mind.” Donnie said, shrugging and then he just walked away. Guess he had other stuff to do than patronize me, thank god.

I glared at those devilish sticks one last time before growling out loud.

“I will not be changing my mind!" 

I started to limp away. It was much harder than I had expected, since my ankle was so damaged that I couldn’t even put any weight on it. So I needed to jump back to the center of the lair, back on the couch, so I could rest and then limp to my room.

I didn’t want to stay in the living room since it was the center of our home. Everybody had to walk through there to get anywhere. So if Mikey had to go to kitchen, he would come to me and mock me. And if Leo needed to go to dojo, he would came over me to tell me to rest and what so ever, and Donatello… He would keep reminding me about cleaning the wounds and using the gel he gave me against the pain.

When I got to the couch, I groaned loudly. 

"Everything okay?” Oh great! It was the fearless himself.

“Stay away from me…” I growled and glared at him while he walked closer.

“Do you need anything?” Leo asked. Oh how thoughtful! I always wanted to beg from him some help!

“You think?” I spat. Leo just shook his head and turned away. 

Good! Now I could just rest a sec and then limp to my room. Perfect! At least there was no crowd to see me slowly jumping to my room like a one legged kangaroo.

When I finally had pulled myself together, believing that no one would come, I got up from the couch and tried once again walk with the hurt leg.

“Oh fuck!” I snapped when I tried to take a step forward, falling back on the couch from pain, shocked that I would’ve fallen if I had stayed on my feet for any longer.

“Raph? You okay?!” Leo rushed to the living area from the kitchen. He ran towards me and kneeled in front of me like a was a child.

“I’m fine Leo!” I yelled. 

“What happened?” He asked and looked at my foot, which was now red and swelling.

“Just tried to walk to my room, simple as that.” I shrugged.

“WALK?!” Leo gasped, jumping up from the floor like he didn’t believe his ears. His judging, questioning eyes glaring at me like he’d be my dad. “Did you really try to walk, as if, with your both feet?” He said, crossing his arms over his plastron.

“Yeah, like I have always walked! You know, with two feet!” I snapped at him, looking up at him, glaring like he glared at me.

“Didn’t Donnie forbid you to walk with that foot!” He yelled only to see my smug smirk. He knew right away that it was useless to even ask. Of course I wouldn’t obey! I was born to disobey every command, just to shrug at warnings and danger and pain.

“You literally are the worst.” He sighed. He covered his face with his arm, face palming himself just like Donnie always did. “What are we supposed to do with you?" 

"I don’t know, but you mind getting back to your what ever you were doing and leave me be! I don’t want you here to stare at me while I pitifully limp to my room.”

“And you poor pitiful Raphael didn’t even give it a thought to use the crutches Donnie made for you?” Leo sounded so obvious.

“Why do you even ask when you know the answer!” I snapped again, getting tired of his attitude.

“You do know it’s the leg you hurt, not your pride?” Leo reasoned. 

Come on! Was this really necessary? To go through all this trouble only to get me pissed off and waste time?

“I have stuff to do! So get out of my way and let me through!” I growled and pushed him aside, getting up and once again trying to walk to my room. Right at the moment my hurt leg hit the floor, ready to carry me a step forward, I felt a penetrating pain go through the area I had hurt. I groaned in pain, falling behind but to my surprise I was stopped.

Leo had caught me from mid air, his arms holding me and pushing back on my feet from my shell.

“You’re quite heavy!” He hissed from behind his gritted teeth. 

When I finally got on my feet he took a hold of me, lifting my arm so he could get it over his shoulders.

“I don’t need your help, Leo!” I growled at him, glaring at him with my green piercing eyes.

“You wanna fall on the floor again?” Leo snapped but just started to lead me to my room. I didn’t answer to him and when we kept slowly heading to my room, me limping and jumping next to him, which was embarrassing enough, he started talking to my annoyance.

“So you think this is less embarrassing than using the sticks?” He snickered. I gritted my teeth and groaned as a reply. He just chuckled back. “It’s okay, baby bro, big bro’s got you.” He baby talked to me, making me groan again, I wanted to punch him now so bad!

“Just open the god damn door!” I didn’t want to even look at him right now. 

When we finally got to my room’s door, Leo opened it and guided me in. He laid me on my bed and when I was comfortably there, he just stood beside me watching down on me.

“What?” I looked up at him. He put his hands over his hips like admiring the view.

“Your foot is swelling pretty bad.” He noted. I gazed at my ankle. Yeah, well it was nothing i’ve ever seen before, so nothing shocking.

“So?” I raise a brow at him.

“Let me help you to change the bandage.” Before I could even deny his request, he already had placed himself sitting next to my legs to the end of my bed. He started to unwrap the dandle and what he saw made him gasp.

“Oh jeez!” He yelped. “Haven’t you kept your leg up at all?” He looked at me with wide, surprised eyes.

I shrugged. “Didn’t have time for that.”

Leo sighed. He rubbed his eyes and then he got his hands on my foot.

“What are you doing?!” I snapped and was just about to pull my leg away from him when he took a hold of it.

“I have to massage it until the blood starts to circulate again. Your foot is almost blue!" 

I looked away letting him lay his hands on me. When he started to massage my foot, which was not pleasant for me, he started to almost look like he enjoyed it. Well, maybe it was only because of the occasion of finally being able to humiliate me without getting a hit on his head or a kick on his face.

We were quiet for about two minutes or longer until I looked back at him. This time I was 100% sure he was enjoying it. His smug smile told me everything.

"Stop grinning!” I snapped, crossing my arms over my plastron.

“I can’t.” He said like it was obvious. “You’re finally at my mercy." 

My eyes getting wide and a blush spreading over my cheeks I just stared at him.

"Leo-” I tried. He leaned close to me and put his finger over my lips stopping me from talking.

“Raph.” He said threateningly. “I’m in charge now. You didn’t let Donnie nurse you so you need to face the consequences.”

He leaned even closer.

“Now, raise your hands over your head.” He said seductively. 

“Leo, I’m warning you, if you-” I glared at him, knowing what he was up to.

“Ah ah ah!” He said tauntingly. It made my blood boil. “Hands. Now." 

I raised my hands over my head, so he could work his magic. He tied my arms over my head to my bed’s headboard and when I thought he would flip my bandana side ways over my eyes, I was wrong.


"You really think I don’t want to see your eyes? I won’t let you miss anything from this.” He smirked. That evil little bitch! “I’m going to let you know that I am able to see all those desperate looks in your eyes and that you know every time when you blush that I can see you." 

I felt my head getting hot from blushing. My cock starting to get erect from all his dirty talk. Shit. I was so desperate to come right now and quickly! But I knew Leo’s idea of torture me was going to take long, he would tease me until I couldn’t do anything else than just beg.

Angry. God were you angry. Seriously what was Harry thinking? In all honesty you knew that this would happen, he would find someone better than you. Laying in the bath always helped you when you were upset; it was easier to cry in private and in steaming hot water. You quietly sobbed for a little bit but then realized it was pointless to pity yourself. As you sat up in the tub you heard a knock at the bathroom door, 

“Y/N, baby are you ok? I heard you crying. I stopped by to see why you never showed up tonight.” 

“I’m fine Harry.” You replied coldly. 

“Y/N, I can tell when your lying. Can I come in?” 

“No. I’m taking a bath.” 

“Not like I haven’t seen you naked before babe.” 

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