found at the nursery

Reflections on the 1970s : The 1970s are sometimes ignored by astronomers, like this beautiful grouping of reflection nebulae in Orion - NGC 1977, NGC 1975, and NGC 1973 - usually overlooked in favor of the substantial glow from the nearby stellar nursery better known as the Orion Nebula. Found along Orions sword just north of the bright Orion Nebula complex, these reflection nebulae are also associated with Orions giant molecular cloud about 1,500 light-years away, but are dominated by the characteristic blue color of interstellar dust reflecting light from hot young stars. In this sharp color image a portion of the Orion Nebula appears along the bottom border with the cluster of reflection nebulae at picture center. NGC 1977 stretches across the field just below center, separated from NGC 1973 by dark regions laced with faint red emission from hydrogen atoms. Taken together, the dark regions suggest to many the shape of a running man. via NASA

Either/Or: Rosie

Prompt! Can we see Supercorp but one where Kara rescues a baby and brings them home and Lena doesn’t wanna get her hopes up about adoption because she doesn’t want Kara to have to outlive her AND a child (Pref a fluffy ending but up to you?)

“Kara, honey, are you home yet?” Lena called out as she kicked off her heels and balanced the bags of take out in her arms.

The quiet of the penthouse greeted her as she hurried toward the kitchen. As she turned on the lights, the city outside disappeared from the large windows. Their home became its own universe, with just the faintest bit of galaxy outside.

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Luckiest Man Alive

Summary: Bill is interviewed in your home after his first Oscar nomination. The interviewer is very interested in your and Bill’s large family and home life.

Words: 1675

Paring: Bill x Female Actress Reader

Warnings: Language. Quite a few F-bombs. Some angst in the middle. So much fluff. Gross amounts of fluff. Like a teddy bear factory explosion amount of fluff.

I’m so excited I got my first request! I hope I did the prompt justice. My requests are open if you would like me to write something about Bill or any of his characters :)

Past events are italicized

Originally posted by nwetss

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Nearly there! Things left to do:

  • Switch lights and add light guard (I have them… I just procrastinate)
  • Add in wood decor and vines (which also are just sitting around my room waiting)
  • Add moss (mostly to wood decor)
  • More leaf litter after grass starts growing
  • Other misc decor items
  • At least two more hides each
  • Install RHPs

The last two won’t happen until the kids are actually moving, since they are using those items in their current enclosures. But I think that’s about it! I swear they’ll look slightly more skyrim-esque when they’re done. I’m limited on what safe plants I can use (and I wasn’t going to throw away my old non-theme friendly plants because I love them), but I will be making some related decor that will help later on. At least the pathways look cute, though I’ll be redoing the one in the black tank because I don’t like the spacing. 

Anyway, I’m happy with how they’re looking and I can’t wait to get the babes moved in. 

Let Me Love You | Pt. 7

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Taehyung 

Genre: Angst 

Word Count: 1282

Masterlist |Ask

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Originally posted by littlechimx2

Jimin never liked to imagine himself as a parent, loving the life of freedom and parties too much to give up on it so easily. Whenever his friends told him that they were ready to settle down and propose to their girlfriends, he scrunched his face and told them that they were doing a mistake.

When he found out that you were pregnant, he tried to handle everything as much as he could. The thought of taking care of a little human being and taking the responsibility to be her father scared him as much as it scared you, who also wasn’t prepared to be a mother.

As months went by and your belly started to grow, his insecurity also grew, making him do things he regretted without any doubt.

He never understood when his friends told him that being a parent is the most beautiful thing in this world. Whenever he saw how his friends interacted with their children, he scrunched his face and turned around, dismissing the thought that he was also going to be a father in a few months.

But when he held his daughter for the first time in his arms, her beautiful, doe eyes looking into his brown ones, he realized what being a father meant.

The moment he wrapped his hands around her tiny body, every kind of emotion started to engulf his body.

How was a little human being like her able to make a grown up man feel such emotions?

He never found the answer to that question. The only thing he knew for sure was that he would do anything for his daughter. Even if it meant that he had to get out of her life..

Today was the day.

The minute Jimin bid goodbye to the darkness, he found himself in the nursery room of his daughter, watching her cute sleeping form with a smile plastered on his face.

He took in ever little detail of her face, gazing her body with teary eyes when he realized that this was the last time he would be able to see her.

Jimin watched how his daughter opened his eyes slowly, her scrunching face warning him that she was going to cry any minute.

Reaching out for his daughter immediately, he took her out of her crib while she was screeching near his ear.

Patting her head gently, he started to place soft kisses on her face. When Hana felt the warmth of his father, she stopped crying immediately, the adorable smile plastered on her face making him doubt that she was crying just seconds ago.

Even though she was only 6 months now, her character started to develop with a blink of an eye, to fast for the liking of her father.

“Hana, my beautiful daughter, listen to me. This might be our last encounter together.. Please forgive me, okay? I couldn’t take care of you at the beginning. I couldn’t be a good father for you.. But believe me, it wasn’t because I didn’t love you or because I didn’t want you. I just failed.. I was scared and selfish..  B-But I know that you’re going to be a beautiful strong girl when you’re grown up. I’m sorry that I won’t be able to see your first steps or witness your first birthday. I love you, Hana..”

When Jimin looked down at his daughter with his teary, bloodshot eyes, he realized that she fell asleep on his cozy shoulder, her face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

Placing multiple kisses on his daughter’s face, he sang the lullaby he wrote for his daughter for the first and last time, ending it with the words.

“Take care of your mother, okay? Forgive me, Hana. I love you..”

Taehyung never imagined that he would ever have this uncomfortable silence with the person he called his best friend and brother.

When Jimin invited him to take a walk with him, he thought that he wanted to fight with him again. But when he saw his best friend’s calm and straight face, he knew that something was wrong.

“Jimin, what’s wrong?”

He watched how Jimin snapped out of his daze, turning his face around to look into his best friends eyes. “W-What? What did you say?”

Concerned, Taehyung grabbed his best friend’s arm, dragging him to a near bench and shoving him down.

“Jimin, are you okay? Are you still mad? Look, Hana needed a father and I-”

“And I needed my best friend, Taehyung.”

Stunned, Taehyung looked at Jimin’s face. “W-what do you mean?”

“Hana wasn’t alone, Taehyung. She has her mother. Even though I wasn’t there, she had me. I never gave up on her. I never gave up on them. I was just scared.”


“I had no one else but you, Taehyung. You were my brother. But you too, left me without one. Because your desires were more important than my feelings.”

Not knowing what to say, Taehyung turned his face around and looked at the distance.

“I’m not blaming you, Taehyung. I’m even thankful for everything you did. You took care of them, you showered them with your love, you made them happy. You did everything I was scared to do. And I’m really thankful for that..”

When Taehyung felt Jimin’s warm hand on his shoulder, he looked at him again, smiling when he saw the the genuine smile plastered on his best friends face.

Without a warning, he wrapped his arm around Jimin’s body tightly. “I’m really sorry, Jimin-ah..”

A little chuckle left Jimin’s mouth. “Yah! I told you that it’s okay. Just, please, take care of them for me, okay?”

Leaning back with a confused expression, Taehyung asked hesitantly. “W-Why are you talking like you’re saying goodbye? Jimin, I dare you-”

Punching his best friends shoulder lightly, Jimin beamed at Taehyung.

“Are you stupid? You won’t get rid of me so easily.”

Slowly, Jimin walked towards your sleeping form on the sofa. It was in the middle of the night, the TV was still on, the volume on a soothing level, sounding like a lullaby.

Sitting down on the floor, Jimin looked at your sleeping face. How was he supposed to say goodbye?

Carefully, he tucked the strand of hair out of your face and placed a little kiss on your hand that was tucked down under your chin.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.. I must be stupid for letting you go.. But I can’t stand it anymore, Y/N-ah.. Seeing you with Taehyung breaks my heart. I feel like suffocating. I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done to you. I’m sorry for breaking your heart over and over again. I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I don’t deserve this family. There is no need for you to move out to another country. I’ll make everything easier for all of you. I’m leaving, Y/N.. I won’t hurt you anymore. Take care of Hana and please never forget that I love you both more than you can imagine..”

Wiping his tears away, Jimin leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead for the last time. “Goodbye, Y/N..”

Standing up, he walked towards the door of the house with heavy steps, carrying his bags and dragging himself silently out the door.

Without turning around, Jimin started running the minute he stepped out of the house, scared that he might change his decision when stops running.

Just when he thought he had made it, he heard a voice.

“Don’t go.”

Author’s Note: To all those who said that the OC should stay with Jimin; please don’t hate me.. I don’t know why, but I feel really sorry for Jimin.. My poor baby.. Anyway, I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it ~

A Little Fight | Tom Holland

Summary: When Tom takes a new movie role without the reader’s consent, they have a little fight…

Warning: major cuteness and minor angst

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Baby Holland Series


A beacon of light pierced through the sheer white curtains, illuminating the entire bedroom and casting shadows upon the dark walnut flooring. The early morning sunlight crept over the long horizon, announcing a brand new day. Daytime was approaching. When daytime arrived, it brought the feeling of being alive and the sense of having a fresh start again. It was a new day.

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@puppypunkrock​ said: Just in regards to wild Bearded Dragons, this is an Eastern i found maybe 2 years ago? While working at a plant nursery :) Was pretty relaxed about it all.

hotdang what a gorgeous animal! i was trying to find a video that was a compilation of steve irwin saying “what a beauty” but then I found this:

Anyways, that is a beautiful lizard! The dark colors are just gorgeous.

Little Things

Originally posted by downwiththemachine

Request: Opie imagine, something cute & fluffy.

So I was recently reminded how much fun I had with Shorty, so I decided to use that as my inspiration for this. Opie with a short girl is adorable. Hope you guys like it xx

Timeline: First season, obviously for this one there is no Donna or kids.


“Stay still.” You ordered.
Opie obeyed, stilling his movements from his position on the floor. You sat on the bed behind him, your legs either side of his shoulders as you braided his hair.
He had a beer in front of him and was rolling a blunt while you worked on his hair, both of you absentmindedly watching reruns of The Simpsons on the small tv in his dorm room.
His hair was soft and long and you liked the way your fingers felt when they touched it.
Without moving his head he reached out for his lighter and sparked up the joint, taking a long drag and blowing out a plume of smoke before he passed it to you.
You took a drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs and you relaxed your grip on his hair as you held the smoke in. You turned your head to the side and blew out a long, slow cloud before you passed it back down to him and you continued working on his hair, running the wide tooth comb through his locks.
“Really man?”
You both looked up as Tig spoke. He was leaning against the doorway between Opies dorm and the hallway.
He had his eye brows raised as he watched you braiding your old mans hair and Opie shrugged.
“What? It makes her happy.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his words and the hint of a blush crept onto your cheeks. Somehow after all these years Opie still had that affect on you.
Tig shook his head and you stuck your tongue out at him before he left.
Opie stretched his arms out and began to stand.
You pouted up at him, putting on your best puppy dogs eyes.
He laughed. “Im just going to get some snacks.”
“And then can I finish your hair?”
Opie frowned, as if the answer was obvious. “Of course.”
You grinned and met his lips as he reached down to kiss you and he passed you the rest of the joint.
He walked out of the room and you smiled to yourself, finishing off what was left of the blunt. You blew out your last cloud and stubbed it out in the ashtray beside the bed when you decided to help him.
Opie always underestimated how many snacks you could eat. You may be little, but you could almost eat your weight in food, especially when you were high.
You jumped off the bed, his large t-shirt dropping around you like a dress and padded across the carpet to the kitchen.
You were just about to enter when the mention of your name made you stop.
You hung back and backed up against the wall and tilted your head, listening carefully.
“Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great girl. But why go for a girl thats so short when you’re so tall?” Tigs voice asked. “Doesn’t make sense to me.”
“I don’t care how tall she is man.” Opie answered. “I love her. She always wears my clothes even though they’re huge on her but I love it. And I can pick her up whenever I want, even though she always tries to fight me.”
They both sniggered and you smiled to yourself.
“She stood by me for five years when I was inside, man. Visited me every week for five years. Not many old ladies could put up with that. But her, she never missed a visit. She’s a smart girl, she coulda gone anywhere, been with anyone she wanted. But she chose to stay with me and I’ll always love her for that.”
Your smile spread wider as you heard the love in Opies voice and you silently turned the corner.
His back was facing you and you snuck up behind him and leapt onto his back.
He didn’t even move, your weight slamming into him having no affect on his strong stance.
He let out a laugh and grabbed your legs, hoisting you up further onto his back and you draped your arms over his shoulders.
“I love you.” You whispered against his ear.
He turned his head to the side and pecked your lips before grabbing the bag of potato chips and candy in his hands and nodded to Tig.
And Tig watched in awe as Opie piggybacked you back to his dorm, the love the two of you shared clear to see.


The front door opened and Opie followed Jax inside.
You had told him this morning you were spending the day at Jax’s house, helping Gemma get the place ready for Abels homecoming.
‘Im in here!” You called, your voice slightly muffled.
The boys walked into the kitchen and took in the sight.
You were standing on the counter, on your tip toes, desperately trying to reach the top of all the cabinets with your feather duster.
“You need a hand?” Opie asked while Jax sniggered.
You glared over your shoulder and reached a little further.
“I can reach.” You said. You swiped over the top of the cabinets and turned to face them.
“How was your day?” You asked, a sweet smile on your face.
“Good.”Opie said and moved towards the counter and reached for your hands, helping you down.
“Don’t you wanna stay up there, ya know, see what the world looks like to normal people.”
Opie laughed as he took you by the waist and lifted you off the counter and you kicked your feet in Jax’s direction.
“Fuck you, Teller.” You said, raising your middle finger and thumping Jax’s arm with your fist once Opie placed you on the ground.
Jax laughed and leant his arm on your shoulder as if you were an arm rest.
You rolled your eyes. You were used to Jax leaning on you all the time and as much as you argued with him you knew he would never stop. And you would never admit it, but you didn’t really mind.
“Thank you for helping.” He smiled down at you.
You nodded in response. “Anytime.”
“You finished?” Opie asked, peeking out of the kitchen and scanning the spotless house.
“Yeah, Gems just finishing up in the nursery.”
The three of you walked down the hallway to the nursery and found Gemma smoothing over the quilt in the bottom of the cot.
“Hey sweetheart.” Gemma smiled when she saw her son.
He walked into the room and kissed her on the cheek.
Opie stood behind you, pressed against your back, and his hands resting on your sides
“It looks perfect Gem.” You smiled at the matriarch, admiring the work she had done in the room.
“Thankyou baby.”
Jax stared between the you and the cot, an amused look on his face.
“What?” You muttered, suspecting he had thought of something new to tease you about.
“I think you could fit in here.” he gestured towards the cot and leapt towards you.
You squealed and ran behind Opie, using your boyfriend as a human shield.
Opie rolled his eyes while Jax laughed and Gemma gave him a scolding look, but she wore a smirk.
“Thats enough, Jax. Shes been a huge help.. Well, maybe not huge.” She smirked and looked you up and down.  “But she’s been a help.”
You gasped and stared at Gemma. “How dare you join the dark side.”
They both laughed and Opie sniggered before leaning down and  kissing your forehead.
“C’mon, lets get you home before you kill someone.”
You said your goodbyes and you led the way outside and Opie took your hand as you walked.
You walked in comfortable silence as you made your way to his bike and he handed you your helmet when you finally reached it.
“I can, you know.” You said in a hushed tone, turning towards him with a wild spark in your eyes.
Opie looked at you questioningly, one eyebrow raised. “What?”
“I can fit in the cot.”


You sat in Opies lap. both of you smiling as you watched Jax rocking his tiny newborn.
Gemma stood behind him, a proud, teary smile on her face and Wendy sat to the side, watching her child and the man she loved.
The club was crowded around the room and everyone watched the SAMCRO prince with his son.
Jax looked up and eat his best friend eye and he shuffled towards you and Opie.
Ever so carefully he handled you the baby and you smiled down at Abels sleeping face.
“Hes perfect.” You smiled up at Jax.
Jax grinned down at you and Opie squeezed your thigh.
“Its a shame he’s not a girl, then you two could have shared clothes.”
You kicked your foot out, colliding with Jaxs shins while the rest of the club laughed.
Opie rested his head on your shoulder and the two of you watched Abel as everyone else began to mingle.
“You want one?” Opie whispered in your ear.
You turned to look at him.
His eyes were sparkling and your heart soared, your love only growing stronger as you pictured what a great father Opie would be.
“More than anything.”
Opie smiled and kissed your lips.
“But Id have to have a c-section.” You continued.
“Why?” Opie asked as he took a swig of his beer.
“Jesus, Ope have you seen the size of you? Your baby would destroy me.”
He let out a deep laugh and nodded in agreement.
You stood carefully and walked over to Wendy, handing her back her son.
She smiled at you and you kissed her cheek.
“Hes beautiful, Wendy. You did good.”
She didn’t need to say anything else, your supportive words were enough and she thanked you silently.
You turned back to Ope and took his large hand, tugging him up to his feet.
“Cmon.” You whispered to your bearded giant. “Lets go make a baby.”


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lenfaz  asked:

Do you ever wonder if there is a part of Original Killian that is sitting there thinking he has a child (or actually a version of him has a child) and he kind of thinks of her as his(ish). Like it does bring all these thoughts and if it weren't for Emma and the one in the way he'd be there helping his alternate version find their child?

Well, Lena, I believe I told you this would get fic-y…and it did. ~700 words of CS/Daddy!Killian fluff.

“What are you thinking about?”

Killian nearly jumped at Emma’s voice, he’d been so lost in thought. That in itself was odd, considering that usually when they were in this position—sprawled on the couch, Emma’s back to his front and his hand against the steadily growing bump that was kicking his palm harder and harder each day—he could hardly think of anything but his amazing wife and the incredible new life they had made.

They’d found out at that day’s doctor’s appointment that they were having a girl, and they were thrilled. They’d be just as excited with a boy, of course, but the thought of a tiny lass who was the spitting image of her beautiful mother made Killian’s heart leap in ways he didn’t know were possible. But it had also made him think of something else—or rather, someone else out there with a daughter of his own.

“I was just wondering…if he found her yet.”

“If the other you found his daughter?”


Ever since returning from their trip to help Henry, Killian’s mind had regularly wandered to his alternate self. He wondered how they were doing, and if that Hook had made any progress in locating his own daughter; he sincerely hoped he had.

Killian continued. “I know she’s not technically mine, not like this one,” he explained, caressing Emma’s stomach, “but I can’t help worrying for her, too, even though I know nothing about her.”

To be honest, when his other self had first mentioned her, he felt a slight stab of jealousy that in another timeline, he’d been able to be a father sooner. He had so many questions for the man: Did he feel her move within the womb, like he himself was doing now, or did he not hold her until she was born? Was he there to witness that miracle, or did he not find out about her existence until later? For that matter, was she even his biologically? Or had his alternate self finally atoned for the sins he committed against Baelfire and adopted another lost child?

Were it not for the impending arrival of his own child, it would have been easy to convince Killian to assist his alternate self in finding her; though, he supposed, it was his child that saved him from his other self’s misguided plans in the first place. He knew he was where he was supposed to be, but still—he wished there was something he could do.

“Well, if there’s one thing I know about Killian Jones, it’s that no matter when or where, he’s stubborn and persistent,” Emma mused as she laid her head back against his shoulder and looked up at him.

Killian snorted. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“And though he didn’t technically marry in, he’s still basically part of this family. And what does this family do?”

He smiled. “They always find each other.”

“Exactly. Plus, he’s with Henry. The two of you have found me so many times; there’s no way they’ll fail.”

He couldn’t help but place a kiss against her temple. She might not be the orator her mother was, but Emma always knew what to say to make him feel better. “I love you,” he couldn’t help but murmur.

“I love you, too,” she replied, snuggling against him. “Now does this have anything to do with the chess set I found in the nursery closet?”

Ah, he’d been caught; he blushed at being discovered. “Perhaps a bit. It is a good way to teach strategy, after all.”

“You know she won’t be able to play for, like, five years, right?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being prepared.”

She just giggled at him and shook her head. Oh, was he looking forward to what was to come. Their lives up to this point had been an incredible adventure and he couldn’t wait for it to continue—for the day his babe was in his arms. And he’d eagerly await the news that his other self was in the same position with his daughter.

Love Makes a Family

Prompt: Can you do a tv barry imagine where the reader is pregnant and on her way home from work needs to be saved by the flash then goes into labor (you don’t have to go into detail) afterwards the flash keeps visiting her and her baby then later reveals himself to be barry and they end up dating

Requested By: ANON

   You watch as your boyfriend attempts to get your son to eat. You take a sip of your coffee as he tries the airplane again, only to end up with food splattered in his hair. You watch as Barry turns to you, “This isn’t working.”

   You sigh, “The doctor said this is normal with teething. I suspect we have several more months of this ahead.”

   Barry just smiles before walking over to the sink. You help him get the goop out of his hair before an ear piercing scream grabs your attention. You wince before walking to the freezer and pulling out a teething ring. You hand it to the infant, and watch as he starts to gnaw on it.

   Barry’s arms go around your waist, and his chin settles on your shoulder, “We’ve got to get some food into this kid.”

   You lean back into his embrace, “I’m open to ideas.”

   Barry kisses your cheek, “My first idea is that you get some sleep. You’ve been up all night.”

   Your eyes flutter for a second at the idea of sleep. You hadn’t slept through the night since your eighth month of pregnancy. And with a teething six month old, you doubted you’d get any sleep any time soon.

   “You were up all night saving the city, and you have work tomorrow. You need sleep more than I do.”

   “I’m actually okay with only a few hours. You, on the other hand, haven’t slept in about six months. Now off to bed, I’ll take care of Mr. Fussypants.” Too tired to argue, you head into your bedroom.

   As you drift in and out of sleep, flashes of memories pop into your mind. Being eight months pregnant and going into labor in the middle of being a hostage. The Flash taking out the bad guys, and then running you to the hospital. The Flash holding your hand while you’re in labor. The Flash showing up once a week to check in on you. The Flash saving the both of you from a mugging. The Flash pulling back his hood and introducing himself as Barry Allen.

   Barry becoming a fixture in your home. Your first date. Taking your son, Ulrich, to the Central City Fair. Barry’s things slowly finding a place among yours. Half your rent being taken care of. Realizing that Barry had moved in. You being happy that Barry had moved in.

   Slowly the images shifted, new ones started taking over your mind. You and Barry in bed, as an older Ulrich climbed into bed. You in a wedding dress. Barry and Ulrich in tuxes. Moving into a small home. Joe reading to your son as you and Barry went out for a date. You, pregnant again. Barry holding another baby, while Ulrich begged to hold him. Christmas in front of a decorated Christmas tree. Moving into a home. A puppy. A future.

   You woke with a start, not quite sure what you had just dreamed. One look at the clock told you that you had been out for hours. Slowly, you crawled out of bed and headed towards the nursery. You found Barry there, with Joe. His father showing him small tricks to help ease the teething. A minute later, Ulrich reached for Barry, and you listened as Joe simply said, “I think he wants his dad.”

   Barry’s smile was grim, “I’m not his dad.”

   Your voice was quiet, “Do you want to be?”

   Barry’s head turned towards you. He stared at you for a second before a smile lit his face, “As much as I want to be your husband.” You smiled as you walked to him and kissed him.

   Joe watched the scene from the side. He’d watched as first the baby, and then you had drawn Barry in. The need to provide a father for the little boy without one filling his own son. He’d found a happiness with you, that Joe hadn’t thought possible. But as he stared at the baby peeking out over his mother’s shoulder, he couldn’t help but think, being a Poppa was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Im still laughing from the penis one! Where's the list for requests? (Kind of new here) can u do one where you're pregnant but had a miscarried before so you're taking it slow and he's super excited? Thanks!

“What went wrong?” Was the question that left your lips whenever you passed by the nursery room in your house; whenever you ran your fingers on your empty stomach. You remembered the moments that you would groan when you woke up to throw up, hoping to smile instead.

When you woke up one day with blood all over the sheets, you knew it was over for your unborn baby. Waking up Harry frantically, you couldn’t remember a time you had seen Harry look like that; his face flushed from worry, stumbling over his feet as he whispered reassuring and soothing words to the both of you. The moment he cried, telling you that it wasn’t your fault and how lucky your baby was to not see his daddy crying waterfalls on his first day.
Despite you only replying by sobbing and hugging him for dear life, Harry held you tightly, promising that this wasn’t the end of your life; that he loved you now — more than ever.

He had given you time. Hope filling up his heart when you told him that the nursery should stay as it is in its yellow theme. The happy yellow theme.

Any conversation that would lead to baby talk he avoided. He was mending you and you knew it. So when one night after you had arrived home from an event you both were invited to, both feeling hot and heavy, you had whispered it:

“Let’s try again. I’m ready.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. He took it slow; pleasuring you the way you deserved and wanted, whispering sweet nothings and reminders of how much he loves you.

2 months later, you felt it. It felt familiar. Missing your period, the uneasy feeling whenever you smell some food, good appetite today and bad one tomorrow felt too familiar. It was when you woke up to empty your stomach that you had dragged yourself to the drugstore to get a pregnancy test, not telling Harry about it.

“It’s a bug.” You had told him before buying the test to clarify your sickness, not wanting to get his hopes up just then. Reluctantly, he believed.

When you saw the two lines that indicate the positivity, telling you that you were — in fact — pregnant, you had cried in the bathroom. You were happy and you were scared but you were also excited; a feeling that was so natural to you.

You had googled ways to tell Harry; from t-shirts with “You’re going to be a daddy!” to putting a literal bun in the oven. However, all the planned announcements were down the drain when you had woke up one day after not finding Harry’s arms around you and his bed side empty. You sleepily and alertedly searched for him, your heart warming up when you found him in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair.

“Hey,” You had made your presence known before walking over to him, placing yourself gently on his lap, his arms subconsciously moving to wrap themselves around your waist.

“I just- I really wanted to be a dad, you know?” He had chuckled sadly. “You’re giving me everything, you’re doing amazing. Never doubt yourself, yeah?”

You had smiled that time, your knuckles running down his cheek delicately. “Do you still want to be dad?” You asked softly.

“Of course I do. But if yo-”

“I’m pregnant.” You had let it out, interrupting him. You watched as his eyes widened, mumbling a shocked “No?” to which you nodded to, confirming what you had said. “I am. You’re going to be a daddy.”

He poured all the love he had for you into a kiss that you will always remember — tears involved. He made you promises; that he would always take care of you and his then, unborn baby.

During the 9 months, Harry was an absolute sweetheart, sometimes, too much of a sweetheart. One night, one he found you balancing a book on your large bump, he had scolded you; telling you how this could squish your “little Styles”’ head.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” You asked him one day as you were both in the car, him driving you both back to your home after your parental yoga.

“It really was. Did you see the man I was talking to? He’s a father of 6! 7th on the way.” Harry grinned, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

You cocked a brow, “What are you suggesting?”

Harry let out a laugh, giving your knuckles a kiss before he reached out to touch your bump. “Nothing, love. I’m ready for anything you want to do in the future. We’ll take it slow, yeah? Wouldn’t want to tire you out, baby.”

So when Harry held his daughter in his arms, he knew that all the waiting was worth it; all the late night waking up to rub your back as you emptied your stomach, the late night drives to different restaurants to meet your craving needs, the pep talk, the brutal questions thrown at him by people about his wife and his baby, he knew it was all worth it.

“Thank you. For giving me more than I could ever imagine. For just – being there. I love you. So much, baby. And you are the most beautiful mummy in the world.” He had told your cradling you and your daughter in his arms as you and her slept, wrapped with his warmth.


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Waco Mammoth National Park, Waco, Texas. February 2017. 

In the late 1970′s, a couple of teenage boys were searching a creek bed for arrowheads on a dairy farm in Waco, Texas. They discovered an unusually large bone that turned out to be the femur of a Columbian Mammoth. This initial find led to the discovery of the largest Nursery Herd of Columbian Mammoths found in the U.S.. Eventually 24 individuals were identified. Most of the fossils have been removed, but several mammoths have been left in situ (as well as the skeleton of an American Camel) and are protected from the elements inside a dig shelter. Tours are readily available for the public to visit the dig site and see the mammoths.

Columbian mammoths were larger than Woolly Mammoths, reaching 13 feet or more at the shoulder and weighing 20,000 lbs.

Too Young -- Sirius Black

Originally posted by imaginesforcharacters

Lily and James were sitting together on a couch diagonal the two of you. Lily was holding a sleeping Harry in her arms. “We want to make the two of you godparents.”
You locked eyes with Sirius and nodded. The two of you had just gotten married after dating all through your Hogwarts years. “We’d love to,” you tell the Potters. 

With the war raging around you, you could never be sure of your safety. There was always a chance that this baby could end up an orphan. The two of you made it back to Grimmauld Place. You were living there for the time being. You couldn’t exactly go house hunting in the middle of a war. 

Sirius wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. “I love you.” Hearing those words brought you back to the present. You were in the middle of a war, married at 20, and godparent to a baby. Tears filled your eyes and you wrapped your arms around Sirius’s waist. 
“What’s wrong?” he asked you, gently raising your chin so your eyes are locked. 
“It’s just everything. We’re just kids in the middle of a war and now we’re godparents, and it’s just so much.” 
Sirius leaned down and kissed you. “Just know that whatever happens, we have each other. Even if you want to get rid of me, I’ll be here.” 

Halloween came around, and instead of the happy celebrations Hogwarts offered, you and Sirius were lying low at home, avoiding the ever-strengthening Voldemort. As night approached, you were getting ready for bed. You crawled into an empty bed and tried to fall asleep. You begged Sirius to come to bed, but both of you knew that Death Eaters were coming after him. 

He was the most obvious Secret Keeper, and he knew that they would come after him. He gave it off to Peter, knowing they’d never suspect the sweet boy. You pulled the covers close to you, but couldn’t get to sleep. All of a sudden, a scream filled the house. You jumped out of bed, grabbed your wand and ran downstairs. 
“SIRIUS!” you screamed, tears filling your eyes. 

You ran around the house and straight into Sirius. “What happened?”
“Get dressed. It’s James.” 

You ran upstairs and pulled on Sirius’s jacket over your nightgown. You pulled on shoes and ran to Sirius. The two of you got onto his motorcycle and flew to the Potter house. The lights were all off and you feared the worst. Sirius ran in and you followed. You immediately saw the body of James Potter lying on the floor. Sirius was knelt down beside him. Your hand covered your mouth and you dropped down beside him. 

Sobs forced their way through your body. He was too young. You were all too young. You heard a cry and jumped up. That couldn’t be. You went to the nursery and found Lily laying on the ground. Your heart shattered. Your best friend was lying on the ground, dead. You had to step over her to retrieve Harry. You held him close to your chest as you walked out of the room. 

“Hey, baby, it’ll be okay. We’re here. Uncle Siri and I.” You walked down the stairs and to Sirius. 
“It was Peter,” he said, still holding James’s hand. 
“I know.” You caught your breath. “Lily’s gone, too.” 
“James didn’t have his wand.” 

“We need to go to Dumbledore.” 
The three of you apparated to Hogwarts. They were still celebrating Halloween festivities. Some of your younger friends saw you and pointed you out to others. 
“We need to talk. Now,” Sirius said to Dumbledore. 
He led the three of you to his office. “Peter did it. Peter Pettigrew. He’s Secret Keeper. If you don’t put him in jail, I swear I’ll kill him.” 

Before Dumbledore could answer, Remus burst into his office. “Is it true?” he asked, tears streaming down his face. He, then, saw us with Harry and began crying. “What happened,” he choked out. 
“Peter became secret keeper. I didn’t think they’d suspect him.”  

Professor Slughorn came in with a vial in his hand. “Truth serum. Drink it.” He handed it to Sirius, who willingly drank it. 
“Peter became secret keeper. James agreed it was the safest way.” 

Harry was two now. He was the most famous kid in the wizarding world, but at least he was loved. You were sat on the couch at your new house in Hogsmeade. You bounced Harry on your lap, who laughed at every movement. 
“Remus is here,” Sirius called. 
“Uncle Remmy’s here!” you exclaimed to Harry, who laughed. 

Remus and Sirius walked in. Remus gave you a hug and you handed him Harry. “Has he started talking yet?” he asked. 
“Not yet,” Sirius responded. 
“Say ‘Uncle Remus’.” Harry looked at him in confusion, before crying. 
“Every single time,” Remus said before handing Harry to Sirius. 

Sirius put him in his high chair and you all relocated to the dining room. You brought in the food and Sirius began cutting up little pieces for Harry. 
“Dada,” Harry said. All eyes locked on the little boy. 
“Did he just say-” Sirius asked. 
“Dada!” Harry yelled directly at Sirius. 

Sirius gave Harry the food. “Do you think James hates me?” Sirius asked. 
“The two of you are raising his orphaned son, I think he loves you more than anyone on this planet,” Remus said. 

You look at Harry who has food covering his face. This boy somehow found a way into your life and he was there to stay.