They had made supper with Douglas’ daughters, the kitchen warm, smelling comfortingly of yeast from the warm bread, they chatting, laughing around the dinner table.
It had become tradition after these nights to bring the dessert they made to the living room and watch the latest Doctor Who, Martin curling up with Douglas on the sofa while the girls took over the overly shaggy rug that sat in front of the coffee table (Martin had asked Verity why she sat on the floor instead of a chair once, being the older of the two, she replying that she liked sitting with her sister, and it was her spot when she watched the classic Doctor Whos with dad back when, she had to keep it).
Really, if he could be anywhere in space, at any time; he’d choose this over anything.
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Fandot Creativity Night - Prompt: ‘Space and/or Time Travel’
This was superly quickly thrown together, I wanted to get something done. D:
tbh my dream headcanon for moon’s family would be diamond’s distant half-sister who lives with her dad who’s a doctor. so far, she’s been very chill but she’s also been very perceptive just like diamond.
plus, I would love for her to not only be a sinnoh native, but one of the reasons why diamond’s relationships with pearl & platinum are even more significant. if there’s ever a game remake, it’s a good transition in giving his character a little depth/a time to reflect like how red did in the FRLG arc about family. the sinnoh trio are already close so it’s a nice additive without really ruining already major significance.
“Would you be able to do anyother one where the kids are teenagers and maybe they’re sick or something?”
Luke: Everything had been a blur since he’d awakened at 2 AM. Kayla had been complaining of a stomachache for about two days, and hadn’t been eating much, but Luke and his seventeen year old daughter just equated it to a really bad case of PMS. But when Luke woke up at two AM to a thump and muffled crying, he knew that wasn’t the case. He rushed down the hall and found Kayla curled up on the floor, crying into her knees as she lay there in the fetal position. “Daddy, it hurts,” the girl sobbed as she caught sight of her father.
Griffin is standing in the middle of a dirt road somewhere in New Mexico, God
only knows where, honestly. She’s sweating in the unbearable heat and she is
one hundred percent done with Bellamy Blake’s shit.
she kicks the flat tire because reasons.
doesn’t help, only makes her bite down a pained yelp and glare at Bellamy
his part, Bellamy returns the glare. If she were less pissed, Clarke would get
him that lukewarm bottle of water she has stashed in her bag but she is pretty
damn pissed so she gloats watching his curls getting wetter as he tries to
change the tire.
me how this is my fault,” he groans, pushing a rock under the tire with too
much strength and plopping down on his ass in dirt.
was it me who swerved off the road
because you went all self-righteous on me?”