anonymous asked:

I love your baby headcanon stuff! Could you write one of Gabe and/or Reaper? I just love your work.


  • Gabriel chokes up when he finds out like he is smiling and hugging you and kissing you and dancing around the room with you in his arms
  • He’ll grumble about it playfully but he will cook for you and go out and get whatever you’re craving if you ask
  • He has so so so many beliefs/myths about the pregnancy that he believes; the shape of your belly will determine gender, heartburn will mean a hairy baby, etc. You listen to all of them and try and follow them the best you can to make him happy
  • Gabe is so proud of you, like he isn’t one to outwardly brag about it but he will wrap his arm around you, squeeze you and puff up his chest when walking with you as if to say to the world look at this beautiful woman pregnant with my child
  • This man is brushing your hair and helping you bathe and massaging your feet and anytime you try and tell you that you’re good, he’s like hush, let me do this
  • He is so happy and excited but scared because he’s seen the world and he knows what it’s like and he is fiercely protective of you both
  • Angela is NOT allowed to see you or have ANY hand in your care

“Gabriel Alejandro Reyes you put me down right now”, you threatened emptily, trying to keep your brow furrowed as he carried you in his arms and danced around the room with you. But he was smiling and that made you smile and soon you were both laughing as he spun you around. You had asked for help off of the couch and it had turned into this affectionate impromptu dance.

“Oh mi amorcita”, he crooned in a playful song, slowing to a stop as he lavished your cheek in tender kisses, placing you down carefully on the floor. His hands didn’t leave you though, resting on your stomach and littering kisses on your forehead. “Mi mamita, mi reina y mi princesita.”

Your faced blushed in happiness as Gabe pressed a kiss to your forehead then your lips before bending to place one on your round belly. Three months left and you already felt like you were round enough but Gabe called you beautiful at every chance he got. He straightened up, taking your hand in his and pressing a gentle kiss against it.

“Hungry”, he asked you before pressing another gentle kiss to your palm again, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Mhmm”, you answered, laughing quietly as he led you to the kitchen with him, helping you sit on the stool in front of the island.

“I’ll make you some plantanos maduros.”


  • He will doubt it if ever brought up but he cried at the birth, just the happiest tears anyone had ever seen
  • He has so many cute nicknames for the baby, most popular being princesita(Reyes=King, calls s/o mi reina=My queen, princesita=princess)
  • This man keeps a poker face but whenever the baby is sick or  collicky, he is a nervous, emotional wreck inside. He just wants to make her feel better
  • This man has NEVER cursed in front of his child. You don’t know how he does it because like…he loves his curse words but he is not going to sully those precious ears
  • His baby talk is legendary, like he is just the sweetest, soft talking man ever and if anyone says anything about it, he threatens to slit their throat in their sleep.
  • He sings quiet lullabies to the baby anytime possible/allowed

A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea

Fuentecita, que corre clara y sonora
Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora
Calla mientras la cuna se balancea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella

A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella
Mi niña tiene sueño bendito sea, bendito sea

Fuentecita, que corre clara y sonora
Ruisenor que en la selva cantando llora
Calla mientras la cuna se balancea
A la nanita nana, nanita ella

You watched with a small smile, listening to Gabe sing to Isabella from the rocking chair in the corner of your room. She had had ‘lunch’ and her big brown eyes stared up at her father, trying to resist the comforting lull of his voice. He began cooing softly to her, his large calloused fingers rubbing sweetly over her full, round cheeks.

“Princesita”, he hummed, placing a light kiss against her forehead, running his forefinger down her nose. This tricked her eyes shut, her blinks growing slower but not quite shutting all the way. He kept this trick up until her eyes shut all the way, smiling and pressing another gentle kiss to her forehead before carefully placing her in the crib on her back. “Te amo, my little treasure.”

He watched her for several moments before assisting you out of the chair, arm wrapping around your waist gently. He squeezed your hip as he led you out of the room, kissing you hard on the top of your head.

(I wrote this poem for my primas, my Latina comrades, my mother, my novia and all the mujeres that I have seen face machista shit on a daily basis. This is a poem written in solidarity for las mujeres chingonas que merecen respeto.)

Ruega por Ella

You are a Latina 

breaking concrete

like the trunk of a tree

A child baptized

in La Virgin Guadalupe’s blood


to love the blonde Barbie

on TV

shushed to speak

of desire 

because “una mujer decente”

feels no desire.

You walk the calles 

where mouths of men 

flay your body

like a piece of meat

Fuiste una hija 

raised by

“Aprende cocinar.

Si no con quien te vas a casar?”

You sleep 

with hunger 

to feel 

what it’s like to be free

from comments by the tio 

that go “look, 

una mujer 

is like a car.

If you let more than one man 

take a ride,

quien te va a querer?” 

And as you hear


of “Mija, primero submisa

que cabrona, 

y matrimonio

antes de sexo.”

You grind against the grain

as a double minority,

a woman and Latina.

With twice the obstacles

to defeat

you’re not expected to be

a president, a ceo,

a doctor, a lawyer, a leader

You are judged

for showing too little, 

for showing too much.

You’re stamped 

a slut 

for wearing a short dress,

branded a whore 

for being promiscuous,

labeled a prude

for being abstinent.

You swallowed shame

the mornings after sex –

a virgin/whore war

rupturing your corazon

On tv 

you see Latinas

as maids, as home wreckers,

as sultry wives of rich white guys

but you never see yourself:

A mujer crushing 

a mother’s tradition

seeking independence

in a family 

where women

are bound to the kitchen

You’re running

through unpaved roads

to success, a daughter

who refuses to repeat

her mother’s 


for giving up dreams

to serve dinner.

She fears

you won’t 

mold yourself for a man

because your Mesitza soul

rather scour the earth

to understand itself.






A Latina like you will never satisfy the world

because you choose

you before el

you before them

you are a rising morning

glowing on your mother’s cheek

She worries

of your role in a man’s world

but she smiles

because you remind her of a moon

that leads the night with it’s beams

you remind her of a rio that rages

despite the rocks in between.

Your mother smiles

because you are everything

she dreamed of being.


-Eric Eztli (frommyblood.tumblr.com)

A list of Sirius Black songs

Aka songs for a fucked up pretty boy with a big heart and a bigger hope for something good in his life.

Update: you can now find this on 8tracks!

  1. Even if it kills me - Motion City Soundtrack
  2. Chandelier - Sia
  3. Totally Fucked - Spring Awakening
  4. Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie
  5. Dancing with Myself - Billy Idol
  6. No Angels (TLC vs the XX) - Bastille feat. Ella
  7. You can be the Boss - Lana del Rey
  8. The sound of Silence - Simon and Garfunkel
  9. Secrets - Mary Lambert
  10. The wanting comes in Waves - the Decemberists
  11. Runs in the Family - Amanda Palmer
  12. Show must go on - Moulin Rouge
  13. Broken Crown - Mumford and Sons
  14. Tonight - Jett Rebel
  15. Schrei - Tokio Hotel