go make pretty babies

Don't they say acceptance is the first step in the road to recovery?  Well, alrighty then.  I'm Shae, and I'm hopelessly devoted to Carol Peletier and Daryl Dixon and their slowest of slow burns love story.

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Roll call, Carylers.


Here’s to hoping Pops gets what he wants

Imagine babysitting with Chris.

A/N: This is based off a prompt from an anonymous request and I think it’s so superbly adorable that I might actually make this the sequel to the ‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’ mini-series. If you’ve read the mini-series, you’ll know the reader is a screen writer and they got married after she drunkenly admitted she was ready for the next step. You can read it here (I’ll link it as soon as I get home) but you don’t have to, this should be able to standalone as its own mini-series. So shall we?

Chris waited by the front door with the stroller and your baby niece in his arms, while you filled Dodger’s food and water bowl and made sure everything in the house that needed to be off and locked was. You were babysitting your eldest brother’s one year old for the week while he and your sister-in-law were out of town. Your parents had been the first choice but Chris begged and pleaded for the opportunity, bugging your brother so much that it finalized his decision to leave Phoebe with the two of you instead.

But Chris’ persistence wasn’t the only reason; your brother said and you quote, “the man’s going to put a baby in you soon, you might as well have some practice.” You laughed but you knew he was right. You had been with Chris for five years now, married only for one but already discussing the possibility of starting a family; a subject you’d unknowingly brought up before you even got proposed to when you were drunk, but since then there had been serious conversations about it.

The only reason the baby making hadn’t started was because of you, you were still unsure and stalling; Chris knew which was why he asked to take care of Phoebe. You didn’t know that but you knew you’d eventually have to stop talking and start doing, you and Chris weren’t getting any younger and both moms from either side were itching for you and Chris to join your siblings in the Parent Club; your two brothers- James, who had a son and a daughter; Scott, who had a daughter; and Chris’ oldest sister- Carly, who had two sons and a daughter.

“Hurry up, Aunt Y/N.” You heard Chris addressing you with a childlike voice to appease your squirming niece. “We’re getting really bored over here and we want to go out. Don’t we, Bumble Bee?” He cooed and bounced her, drawing small giggles from the one year old. “We want to go outside, yes we do.”

“I’m coming,” you called back as you grabbed Phoebe’s diaper bag from the kitchen counter. You checked the contents yet again, unsure if giving Chris the job of stocking it was the right decision. “Chris-” you narrowed your eyes at the small Ziplock of Gummi Bears. “What’s this?” You held it up and his eyes narrowed in confusion at your question.

“A Ziplock of Gummi Bears?”

“I can see that,” you chuckled. “Why did you pack them? Phoebe can’t eat these yet, she’s one.” You told him then realized when he laughed. “You packed them for me, didn’t you?” You asked then chuckled when he nodded. “Well- we’re leaving them behind,” you said and placed the bag on the nearest table. “I don’t need the distraction when we’ve got a ton of Christmas shopping to do, and a child to watch. Trust you to pick the busiest time of the year to offer our babysitting services.”

“Like we’d have any trouble with this angel.” He said then poked her tiny palm with his stubby finger; she wrapped her hand around his finger then laughed when he did. “She’s so adorable,” he told you, brushing her brown locks out of her chubby face. “I am so glad we have her for the week.”

“Don’t speak too soon, my love. Let’s not forget that it’s only been a few hours.” You reminded him as you walked over, tucking the diaper bag in the basket compartment under the stroller. “She’s an angel now ‘cause her daddy just dropped her off. She’s still unaware she’s stuck with us for the week, but once she realizes that- all hell’s going to break loose and you’re going to be wishing you had let Scott and Lexi take her to Mom’s instead.”

“You clearly don’t know how much I like kids,” he defended.

“You clearly don’t know how well I know my niece,” you countered.

“She’s my niece too, Y/N.” He rolled his eyes at you then turned to smile at Phoebe, who was too busy playing with his hand to flash him one of her smiles. “And I love her to bits, which means- she could kick, scream, and cry, and I’d still think she’s perfect.”

“Hold up.” You pulled out your phone from your back pocket and opened the voice recorder app, pressing the red button to start the recording. “I would just like it on the record,” you told him and he chuckled softly. “You know, so that when she does kick, scream, and cry- you can deal with her without complaints.”

“Fine.” He wrapped his free hand around your wrist and pulled your phone closer to his mouth. “Hey Future Chris, Past Chris talking. I’d just like to remind you that we said Phoebe could kick, scream, and cry, and we’d still think she’s perfect. So don’t you dare complain 'cause you know how much we hate it when Y/N gets that smug gleam in her eyes.” He smirked at you and you chuckled. “Don’t worry though, Bumble Bee’s an angel. I’m sure we’ll have a great week with her despite what Y/N says, she’s a pessimist.”

“Shut up,” you laughed and turned off the recording, saving it before slipping your phone back into your back pocket. “Let’s go because we’ve got a lot of Christmas shopping to do and I want to get it done before dinner.”

“Yeah, let’s go!” Chris cheered in a childlike voice, making Phoebe laugh and you smile.

• • • • • • • •

Chris pushed Phoebe in the stroller while you did the shopping, it was the same every year- not the stroller pushing but the you doing the shopping. Every Christmas since you became his significant other, he’d pass the responsibility of shopping for people in his life over to you; he wasn’t bad at it, you were just better and he was just lazy. The only people he shopped for now was you, his mom, and yours because- well, he couldn’t make you buy your own present and he was a huge momma’s boy.

“Oh my God,” you heard Chris gasp and you turned around, smiling when you saw what he had in his hand; it was a little baby reindeer onesie. “Tell me your heart didn’t just melt a little,” he pouted and you chuckled. “We’re definitely getting this.” He said and tossed it in your basket.

“Chris,” you chuckled and pulled it back out. “We don’t need this, Phoebe’s the only baby in the family and- I’m pretty sure she’s already got one of these at home.” You hung it back on the rack but he took it back down, giving you serious puppy dog eyes. “Chris, no.” You laughed. “What are we going to do with that?”

“We’re going to have a baby of our own and dress her or him in it,” he answered and tossed it back in your basket. You sighed but made no effort to take it out, knowing he wouldn’t let up. “We’re already talking about it, Y/N. Collecting cute little outfits and knick-knacks for our future child is the next step.”

“You really need to keep it down,” you chuckled softly as you joined his side. He wrapped an arm around you, pushing the stroller with one hand while the two of you walked down the Baby Clothing’s aisle. “Let’s not forget we’re not normal people, the last thing we need is one of your fan girls overhearing us talking about having babies.”

“I’m pretty sure we’re already going to make the front page walking around with Phoebe,” he chuckled softly and smiled down at Phoebe who was smiling up at her uncle. “A lot of strangers already think she’s our child, won’t be long before someone recognizes us and tweets about it. I think that blonde lady back there felt like she knew me but wasn’t sure.”

“You do look different in person,” you nodded.

“Still, we’re going to get caught eventually,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “We always do,” he reminded you. “How many times have we had to stop to take photos or sign something? Even you, Miss Screen-writer, have had to sign a copy or two of your scripts.”

“Yeah-” you pursed your lips, “how do people just have that on hand? It’s weird,” you said and he chuckled. “But we’re not going to get caught this time, everyone’s too busy shopping to bother with us. And- you and I, we’re going to keep our hats on,” you tugged at his NASA cap and he chuckled. “The most- we pretend to not know what they’re talking about and be a cute little family of three. We are getting a lot of compliments.”

“Here comes one now,” Chris whispered in your ear, beckoning his head at an older couple smiling at the three of you. “Hi there,” he greeted the old lady who was cooing at Phoebe; she looked up at the two of you and smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” her husband said with a smile. “You two make a very good looking couple,” he complimented, making both you and Chris smile. “And your daughter is just beautiful, much like your wife. You’re a lucky man,” he nodded at Chris and Chris chuckled softly.

“What’s her name?” The old lady asked.

“Phoebe,” you told her and her smile widened.

“That’s my daughter’s name,” she told you and you smiled. “Your girl is just beautiful, she has your eyes.” You chuckled softly because it wasn’t the first time you’d heard that; Phoebe had your brother’s eyes and you looked a lot like him. “Just one girl?”

“We’re planning for more,” Chris answered before you could tell the lady the baby actually belonged to your brother. “How could we not when the first one turned out so perfect?” He said then smiled at you; you stifled your chuckle but nodded in agreement.

“We hope everything works out for you, you’re a beautiful family.” The old lady complimented then took her husband’s arm. “Merry Christmas,” she said. The couple smiled at your little family of three once more before returning to their own shopping.

“We’re a beautiful family,” Chris repeated, beaming. “What’s that- the eighth one in two hours?” He nudged your arm, grinning like an idiot and making you laugh. “Can we please have a baby of our own now? Like- no more talk, we’ve talked enough. Let’s just have a baby already,” he practically begged.

“Get through this week and we’ll see.”

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Anonymous said: Okay but your coloring… HOW?!

Anonymous said: I love your bright colors! If it’s not a bother would you consider making tutorial posts on coloring? Thanks! (If you’re busy and can’t do it it’s okay too^^)

Since many people asked already…

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Needy - Sehun Smut

What do you mean no asked for sehun smut?


It’s been so long since you had your boyfriend next to you. He’s been so busy lately promoting and practicing, he’s usually at the company building.

But now he’s finally getting a little time off. But instead of spending time with you, he went to sleep. You understand he’s tired, so it’s not a problem.

So now you’re here, watching him sleep beside you at 1 in the morning. His face was beautifully flawless, his hair unstyled and incredibly soft against your fingers as you touched it.

The only problem was, having him beside you finally after so long made you incredibly aroused. You watched his bare chest rise and fall in his sleep.

You let out a soft whimper, feeling your panties stick to you from the wetness that seeped through them. He was so close to you yet he wasn’t there to help you.

Feeling your constant shifting and soft whimpers, Sehun slowly opened his eyes. They were cloudy and hazy with sleep as he peered at you, blinking slowly.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asked, his voice impossibly husky from sleep.

“Sehunnie…” You whined, biting your lip.

It seemed to click in his mind as a small smirk came to his lips, he propped himself up on one elbow.

“Are you feeling needy, baby girl?” You quickly nodded.

“Come on, come get on oppa’s lap…” He whispered, gripping your hips to help you onto him. You could already feel him becoming hard against your bum.

“Oh kitten, you’re so wet…I can feel you through your panties.” He smiled, leaning up and pressing his lips against yours, his lips so soft and warm against yours you couldn’t help but moan.

“Please Oppa…I need you…”

He licked his lips as he watched you discard your ruined panties. He gave a slow nod, groaning when you pulled his hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

Your clit rubbed deliciously against your clit and you whined out his name, earning a groan from him.

“Hurry baby.” He growled, giving a soft slap to your thigh making you squeak.

You listen yourself up and sunk down quickly onto his cock. Not eating a second, you quickly began to ride him. His cock stretched you so deliciously, touching every spot that had your writhing on top of the beautiful man beneath you. Sehuns hands run up your body to cup your breasts in his hands, paying special attention to the pink nipples atop them.

“Shit, you’re so wet…you’re making such a mess babygirl.” He licked his lips, watching his cock disappear inside of your tight cunt.

“Ah Sehunnie…I’m coming…” You cried, tossing your hair back.

He watched your hand reach down to rub at your swollen, sensitive clit. He could feel your walls clenching him so deliciously.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me baby? Go on kitten, make this pretty little pussy cum on my cock, give me that sweet cum…oh fuck yeah…” His own cries mixed in with yours as he came with you, your pussy milking him so deliciously he began to shudder from the force of his orgasm.

As you came down and cuddled into his chest, which vibrated from his laughter.

“What?” You pouted down at him.

“You just woke me up because you were horny.” He laughed, rolling you off of him so he could curl up and laugh. “Is my dick that good babe?”

“Shut up!” You whined, smacking him before he pulled you to his chest and planted a sweet, passionate kiss against your lips.

“Can we sleep now?”


Have some smut to get you through your day


March 9th, 2014. This is my elementary school graduation shirt from 2002. Scary. 


You know, they never did specify who “He” was in “Not what HE Seems” or even which Stan wasn’t who he seemed to be.

Could have been Stanley OR Stanford.

That said your idea is horrifying and I hope it doesn’t come to pass because HOW DARE YOU THINK THAT THOUGHT.

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anonymous asked:

Lol you couldn't have saw the house episode right because house was actually wrong.

maybe because I didn’t saw house ? and I thought it was important to reblog that because when vegans go ‘you know you can live from nothing but coleslaw’ is actually really annoying and fucking stupid, I don’t know much about medicine but Im pretty sure you can’t make a baby go vegan