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After watching Scaris: City of Frights I became certain that Cleo and Deuce would be the couple to last. Draculaura is immortal so she and Clawd won’t last…especially since I consider Clawd to be the beard of Clawdeen& Draculaura. Gil is not good enough for Lagoona. Heath and Abbey? I do not know, great comedy duo but not very romantical.

What I really want to write about is when Cleo& Deuce stay together past high school.

Because The De Nile family + Medusa& her sisters= Fun at holidays. I can’t imagine both families wanting to be around one another- and I think they’d make that clear to their children.

What could force them all to be together?

A shared grandkid.

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It was late at night; Deuce was just getting home from a dinner out with his wife.

“The expansion on my office is coming along adequately enough.” Cleo De Nile complained- she kept her family name.

She was proud of her husband but Mrs. Gorgon didn’t roll off her royal tongue.

Deuce could’ve made a joke about her enormous expansion but he kept quiet. Eight and half months pregnant Cleo wasn’t as fast on her feet but she was still loud and extra sensitive.

“Hold on, babe, I’m putting this away.” He was talking about the leftovers in the tin-foil dragon.

Cleo was looking in her living room mirror as Deuce walked into the kitchen. The gorgon was moving things around in the fridge when he heard a thump and a panicked yelp.

“Cleo?!” Deuce ran in expecting the worst, his snakes standing straight on his head.

Sitting on the ground, Cleo bent over her round torso with a hand reaching for her foot. “I twisted my ankle.”

The snakes calmed down and Deuce put a hand to his forehead. “Oh thank Zeus, I thought it was broken-water serious.”

“It still hurts!” She was annoyed he didn’t take her injury more seriously. Cleo pouted, waiting for her hubby to help her up.

He was clearly hesitant but Deuce knew she couldn’t help herself up. Two arms around her increased bust, Cleo held onto them as she tried to put her good foot under her large mistake.

“Dear Ra, I’m a ready contestant for a county fair. Of course I’ll win, but this is the sand pits.” The true joy in Cleo’s life was shoes and she hadn’t seen them on her feet in months.

“Come on, you’re still my hot wife and envy of all my dude-friends. And I love your beautiful, crazy big brain and heart.”

It wasn’t hard for Deuce to be supportive. It was hard to support the extra thirty pounds the mummy had gained.

“That is exactly what I tell my less attractive friends.” Cleo considered their bad belt decisions, horrible skills in the game Gargoyles to Gargoyles and unfortunate luck in mensters.

With the grace of the gods, Deuce got her off the floor and onto the couch. Cleo wasn’t facing him, so she didn’t see him breathing and wiping sweat off his face.

“You know, along with being the most gorgeous, stylish, career successful and sophisticated,” Cleo turned to see his smiling face. “I’ve always had the most wonderful boyfriend.”

Reaching over the bloated incubator that was Cleo’s stomach, Deuce kissed his wife. He took his hand off her cheek and put it on the top of the circular blob.

Two months later, the dynastic diva gets her figure back. In the hospital Deuce brought hot pink and teal baby sized sunglasses. When the gargoyle nurse said it was a ghoul, she got the hot pink sunglasses. Their daughter was a tan shade only slightly lighter than Cleo. She only had three small black snakes on her head.

“Oh she is drop dead gorgeous!” Maddy Gorgon said as she held her grandchild for the first time, her snakes stretched to reach the baby’s head to plant little kisses. “Oh my Gods she’s precious! And thank the gods she took after the good side of the family!”

Still resting in bed, Cleo went ‘Uck!’ and tried to reach up to grab her baby back. Deuce put his hands on her shoulders. “I promise she’ll outgrow of that.”

A few weeks later the new ghoul visited her grandfather’s lavished home.

Lying awake in a crib, in a dimly lit room, Calliope Gorgon was being examined by Ramses De Nile.

The old mummy had been doing this for thirty minutes in total silence.

The small child’s parents were standing and waiting behind him.

Eventually Ramses raised his head from the crib and stared at adult daughter.

“You’ve created a beautiful child, Cleo.” The old monster said in a very professional-like tone.

Cleo smiled, she’d been waiting for that. Deuce had his arms crossed and murmured, “I helped a bit”. A nudge from Cleo’s elbow told him this was 'grandpa bonding’ time.

Ramses turned away from the couple and asked in the dreariest voice, “I request a moment alone with the infant.”

“Will she still have all her organs when we get back?” Deuce asked his creepy, judgmental father-in-law.

Using all of her regained strength, Cleo pulled her husband towards the door. “Take all the time you need, Daddy.”

Ramses waited until he heard the door slide down and sealed. He had one hand on a cane and the other in his pocket.

From out of his pocket came a golden rattle with the eye of Horus carved in the ball filled with shaking rubies and emeralds. It was pure gold but the outside was covered with mutant-sheep skin- the softest in the world.

The deep, threatening voice went high in pitch when Ramses leaned over Calliope again.

“Hello my little princess. You are my first grandchild and new heir to everything you see around you.” He shook the rattle close to her chubby hand.

It melted his six thousand year old heart to feel her grab onto his bony, wrapped fingers. “Absolutely no one on earth will surpass you, my darling. Because there is nothing on earth, buried or otherwise, that I cherish more than you.”

The ancient one had no idea his elder daughter Nefera was watching his horrific scene. What was worst than being replaced was the terror Nefera felt when she heard her father going soft. It was like hearing a lion go 'ribbit.’

Author’s note: This does not follow the story line of my Cali Gorgon chapters, that’s more dramatic and less sweet. This is for poking at my 'dysfunctional families are hilarious’ button.

Examples: Little Miss Sunshine, Eulogy, Gilmore Girls, Grounded for Life, United States of Tara, The Royal Tennanbums, The Simpsons and so on.

anonymous asked:

I definitely think that the baby is Ruth's grandson/grandaughter, NOT step-great grandson! And, i believe the real baby was born at least 3-4 months before "Freddie" was, and thats why Ruth had pics of her and "Freddie" on facebook before the "birth"

I’ve been trying to ignore these people as much as possible, so I don’t remember anything about “pre-birth” baby photos being posted?

so.. here it goes. two weeks too late, 
but here are my thoughts on 3x08: and the eternal question.

overall it was an amazing episode.(just from the fact it was cassie’s pov alone.) but to me it didn’t feel like a librarians filled adventure like every other week! i was purely enjoying it’s opening scenes and awaiting the consequences of cassandra’s trip to the hospital. but after that… i was… confused? the thing that kind of started my “what is going on right now?” moments was when ms. cillian asked mr. jenkins out. i know we’ll probably get nothing out of jassandra this season, (thanks for baiting the hell out of that one, guys!) but that was so friggin’ un-expected! i, like a lot of people thought their relationship was more father/daughter or grandfather/grandaughter-ish.

another moment that kind of made me re-think this whole “googly eyes” and lindy booth’s whole “tune in and see what happens with #jassandra this season” stuff, was jacob’s lack of concern for cassandra when she collapsed and was in surgery. granted, there was that scene when he and ezekiel were gearing up with buffy-esque weaponry and he gave her a some-what “okay, wifey i’ll do it.. just for you!” look when she asked them to stop and get rid of it all. but that moment when he calls her “kid” really got to me. (it kind of reminded me of community, when jeff winger used to call annie edison kid in front of the study group + students when he couldn’t really show his true feelings.) and tbh after awhile, i think that may have been what it was. i mean, look at previous scenes and episodes where he makes sure she’s okay but at last moment pulls back because he realizes he is around others. just like this scene here:

                  [below gif courtesy of: jassandratrash/summer-smells]

 that’s really about it that got me with this episode. i’m not even going to get into the whole cassie/estrella moment because i’m happy for y’all who were crying for so long to #GiveCassandraAGirlfriend. late last year.. i had an anon ask me what i thought about her liking girls and here was my answer. so that should clear things up about what i think/thought about that situation. (if you were wondering!)

anonymous asked:

u know what?. i am think a thing, maybe i am become a constant, an unchange variablee, and proovide you high quality ggoodposts about the paranortuals. and not all about turtle box flipp. Such.. As this:: Is good boy grumppa old end grumpy, or jsut scared about losing his grandaughter? too the ghostss. Have a fcuking think, babies.

this is literally the best thing thats ever happened to me

So I posted this on my other account @twilightvanillasky but I figured I might aswell post it on this one too..

So this is my first tattoo. A quote from the book ‘the bell jar’ by Sylvia Plath. The book revolves around the protagonist’s journey with depression. Sylvia Plath herself, battled depression and committed suicide at the age of 31.
To me, this quote is a reminder of my value. I am a daughter, I am a grandaughter, I am a sister, I am a niece, I am a cousin, I am a girlfriend, I am a friend, I am creative, I am clever, I am caring, etc. I am more than any bad feeling or bad situation that I have experienced/will experience in my life. As someone who faces anxiety, low mood and lack of confidence, this is an important thing to remember. Plath also uses this quote as a literary device, called Iambic Pentameter. If you say it out loud, it mirrors the sound of a heartbeat. As long as my heart is beating, I’ll be okay.
With everything that’s happening in my life at the moment, I thought I’d share this with you all. It makes me sad that when people ask and I tell them that it’s a quote from one of my favourite books, they snigger.
Love u all & thank you for reading this x

My mother in law gave me this for my daughter. Her mother (my daughter’s great grandmother) made this, and my Mother in law thought her mother would love knowing her great grandaughter had it. My daughter and I never had a chance to meet her, as she passed many years ago, so this is such a nice thing to have around.

I had to reattach the little doll head. I just weaved a new piece of yarn through the top loops, and cinched it around the head.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

@themsu82 replied to your post: Edie is going from having one master that cares…

Dooku is just like “fuck the darkside I have a precious grandaughter now, yolo” and takes Edie out for space ice-cream and to a giant planet that’s like Coruscant, but is literally just the biggest shopping mall in all time and does his damnedest to spoil her rotten. Of course, then there’s aunty ventress, uncle maul, and uncle savage who come along with granpa dooku XD

PRETTY MUCH

Dooku is like the sweetest grandpa.

Ventress and Maul and Savage get all possessive and like growl if anyone gets too close to her. She is their squishy.

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-my bullet journal

-my glasses case

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- my camel pillow

-my 2017 vision board

-a bunch of dorky sentimental inspiring quotes

-photo frame of Al Quds/Jerusalem

-my gigantic panda teddy bear

Things I’ve always wanted to do in life:

write a novel, learn Japanese, be better at reading Arabic, travel to Malaysia, and study abroad 

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do my calculus hw, read As I Lay Dying

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- I am the oldest of four siblings, and the oldest grandaughter on my mom’s side

- I have over 50 first cousins

- I have read a 350,000 word fanfic in a day (that’s roughly  11,666 pages)

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Imagine that a long time ago, Loki had once visited Midgard with some scholars who were interested in understanding Midgardian science. He shared a brief relationship with a lady but had to leave abruptly when the mission was recalled. He leaves her abruptly and without notice. 75 years on, Loki returns to Midgard and once again recalls the young lady. He is surprised to run into you, who is an exact replica of her - and coincidentally her grandaughter. Loki decides this time he will see this relationship through.

EMMA FERRER OPENS UP

Hepburn’s granddaughter, Emma Ferrer, steps into the spotlight and opens up to BAZAAR. Plus, see her fashion shoot shot by Richard Avedon’s grandson, Michael Avedon, here.

The first images I have of her are, interestingly enough, when she was quite young,“ Emma Ferrer says of her paternal grandmother, Audrey Hepburn. "I remember seeing a photo of her jumping on a trampoline—I believe this was before I understood that she was famous. But I remember thinking that she looked like a friend I wish I could have had.”

Of course, Audrey Hepburn—or simply Audrey, as she will forever be known—has always been a luminous presence: She was a brilliant actress, a timeless style icon, and a tireless crusader for the world’s underprivileged children as an International Goodwill Ambassador for UNICEF. She was also a devoted mother who put aside her career at its peak to raise her two sons, Sean Ferrer, whose father was Audrey’s first husband, the actor Mel Ferrer, and Luca Dotti, from her second marriage (to the Italian psychiatrist Andrea Dotti).

One thing that Audrey never had the chance to do, though, was enjoy the experience of being a grandmother. In late 1992, she fell ill during a UNICEF trip to Somalia and died a few months later, in January 1993, of a rare form of abdominal cancer.

Emma Kathleen Hepburn Ferrer, Audrey’s first grandchild, was born in Switzerland in May of the following year to Sean and his then wife, Leila. Now 20, Emma is the eldest of Sean’s three children and spent most of her adolescence in and around Florence, Italy, where Sean, who runs an agency that deals with intellectual property and is also a filmmaker and keeper of the Audrey flame, lives outside the city. (Luca, his wife, and their daughters occupy his mother’s former apartment in Rome.)

“Muse” is an overused word these days, but that’s exactly what Audrey was for the legendary photographer Richard Avedon. She was, in a word, his inspiration, and their interaction played out over a number of years in the 1950s in the pages of Harper’s Bazaar. Avedon photographed Audrey on the streets of Paris, in fashion stories, and several times as a cover subject for the magazine. Even though he worked with some of the biggest models of all time—Suzy Parker, Dorian Leigh, Carmen Dell'Orefice—he was completely enamored with Audrey as a subject, and she loved sitting for him. (FOR THE FULL INTERVIEW - CONTINUE READING AT HARPER’S BAZAAR)