i think that is one of his sons

remedial-potions  asked:

if someone hasn't already asked for this one... "you think you're funny?" for Romione of course! 💕

thanks so much! x

“John.”

“No. Phillip.”

“No. Daniel.”

“No. Harry?”

“I don’t know,” Hermione sighed. “I don’t think I want to name my child after anyone we know.”

“But Hermione,” Ron pleaded, “It’s Harry.”

“And he hasn’t named his kids after us, has he?”

“We’re at least James’ godparents. He has to wait for this one because we gave Rose to Bill and Fleur.”

“So he gets to be godfather and have our son be named after him?”

Ron shrugged. “He’s Harry.”

Hermione smiled at the fierce loyalty Ron had towards his friend. She rubbed her slightly protruding tummy gently, an unconscious habit she’d taken up since she’d found out she was pregnant again a few months ago. “I don’t know, Ron,” she repeated. “I want our child to have their own identity. Maybe the namesake thing is good for Harry and Ginny, but I’d rather have a new, fresh name for our child.”

“New, fresh names end up naming kids Hermione.”

It’s a good thing for Ron that Hermione was in a good mood, for all he suffered was a pillow in his face.

“Alright, I’m sorry!” Ron exclaimed, scooting a little closer and placing an arm around her shoulders and another on her belly. “So, Harry’s out?”

“I think so.”

“What about Henry?”

“Too similar to Harry.”

“Fine, you think of something.”

Hermione glanced around their living room, looking for inspiration. Her eyes instantly landed on her bookshelf, a source of comfort and reassurance. Then they widened.

“Ron!” she exclaimed. “Victor!”

“What? Where?” Ron yelled, getting up and glancing out the window.

“No!” Hermione laughed, pulling him down to the sofa again. “I meant we should name the baby Victor.”

Ron froze, staring at her incredulously. Finally, he grinned, a soft laugh of light nerves escaping him. “You think you’re funny, huh?” he laughed a little more, the laugh becoming more high pitched as Hermione continued to remain silent. He stopped laughing. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“No!” Hermione said, shaking her head. “I think we should name him Victor.”

“We are not naming my son after Viktor Krum,” Ron insisted, taking his arm away from her. “Hermione, have you gone mad?” Before Hermione could answer, Ron continued: “It’s the pregnancy hormones, I’m sure, but Hermione, you cannot–”

Another pillow in the face.

“Will you be quiet, you idiot?” she said. “Not Victor as in Viktor Krum but Victor as in Victor Hugo.”

Ron continued to stare at her.

“The author of Les Miserables.” Hermione explained. “Oh, Ron, if you’d just read some of his works, you’d understand, he’s absolutely incredible.”

“Thought you didn’t want our kid named after anyone?” Ron grumbled. “That they should have their own new, fresh identity?”

“Not after anyone we know and we can’t know Victor Hugo, he’s been dead for over a century.”

“I’m sorry, Hermione, but I still know plenty a Viktors.”

“Just the one.”

“And that’s plenty.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “It’s not after him though.”

“Well, think about it, Hermione. If it were a girl, would you want her called Lavender?” Hermione stiffened, flinching slightly. “Exactly.”

“Alright, alright, Victor’s out,” she sighed, leaning back against Ron. He wrapped his arm around her again. “I’m sorry, you’re right. It’s not a very nice name anyway.”

Ron chuckled and pressed a kiss on her temple. They sat in silence for a moment before– “What about Hugo?”

Hermione furrowed her brows and glanced up at him. “As a name?”

“Yeah,” Ron replied. “I mean, still honouring your great author and all, and I mean, our kid’s bound to be smart and brilliant and incredible and all, and we don’t know any Hugos, do we?”

“No, we don’t,” Hermione said, smiling at him.

“Plus,” Ron added, “it’d be cute, having our kid’s name starting with H. I mean you and me, we’re R-H. Rose is ‘R’, if our second kid’s name started with ‘H’, it’d be a nice pairing, right?”

Hermione hadn’t thought of that, but that did sound awfully nice.

“And we can still acknowledge Harry, since his name would start with H too.”

“Is the H for me or for Harry?” Hermione asked, raising a brow, but smiling nevertheless.

“Either way,” Ron grinned at her, “It works, doesn’t it?”

Hermione glanced down at her belly, then back up at him. “It does, yes.”

“Well, what do you think?” Ron asked eagerly, rubbing her belly. “Hugo?”

Hermione smiled, placing her hand on top of his. “Hugo.”

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anonymous asked:

You know, I've always thought about a Todomomo's child and despite my looooove for the twins and for other headcanons children, i find a little meh the fact that the majority of them have a ice quirk. No, I want a fire quirk and a child with red hair and blue eyes, something that would make Shouto sit and think "I have to completely embrace my half hot part for my son!" I want this child being the reason of Shouto's interior fights and the realization that he and his son aren't his father.

I think for Akeemi’s headcanon twins, one has ice and the other fire but Im sure she had already answered that. For some reason, in my headcanon for todomomo’s first son, he has an ice quirk that allows him to make mobile materials (I think I was combining in Momo’s side of her quirk and I was super inspired by LYON Bastia from Fairy Tail). I think you made an excellent point though; Todoroki would be comfortable training his son’s fire quirk because he is 110% over his crappy father. I’d also think that because he is married and he has a child, he would definitely want to be the father that HE NEVER HAD. Momo would support him all the way; starting his own family means he needs to move on from the past and seeing how great his fire son will become would make him proud. But actually fire daughter would be what I want for todomomo’s second child!!

Thanks for your ask anon! Love your ideas :)

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Thalia: “I see he won you over in the end!”

Trey turns to see that Thalia has come home from work. She is beaming a wide smile at him seeing him playing with her son. He turns around so that Tidus can wave at her.

Trey: “Of course he did. He thinks he’s won - but what he doesn’t know is that it’s nearly bed time!”

Tidus: “Hi, Mum! Hiiiiiii!”

Thalia: “Their bedroom is the one with the brightly coloured door. If you want to take him in there, I’ll grab Ophelia and we can put them to bed together.”

gammapulse  asked:

Now im just thinkin of some weird au thing where Koichi gets hardcore amnesia somehow from Kira and Kira actually thinks its a good idea to turn this once enemy into an ally/trump card/human shield so takes him under his wing and lies saying they're related using Koichi as a getaway card if he encounters the other protags again. Don't want to kill your former friend do you now Higashikata. Koichi, be a good son and dispose of these deliquents.

I…..well number one this plays to a particular favorite trope of mine, which is Turning Good Guys Bad but ALSO…..I HONESTLY WANNA SEE HOW THIS WOULD PLAY OUT LMAO IT WOULD BE HORRIBLE FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED, except kira who is just kinda having a good time, get fucked kiddos

anonymous asked:

Just had a MENTAL thought. What if Ezra is AD, and Wren is involved, but not in a bad way. Say he's Arias cousin, the son of her dads brother, who had mental problems (like wren says his dad does), and he gets close to Melissa/Spencer to watch over his cousin, who doesn't know they're related, and he kills Ezra before Aria finds out why and that's the whole, "I can't bury Ezra" thing. Maybe he was doubling bluffing, helping CeCe and Ezra to figure it all out?

Maaaaaybe. Lots of people seem to think Wren’s a good guy now lol. I’ve always loved the idea of Wren being Scott’s son, but at this point, it’s never gonna happen. He hasn’t been mentioned since season 2 so no-one (except fans on our level) would know wtf was going on. If he is a good guy, I think it’s gonna be for different reason. Which makes me sad because this idea has always been a favourite of mine, they’ve just made it clear to me that it won’t happen.

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MC: Stop teasing him or I’ll smack you

Taemin thinks his dad’s gift for MC is better than the one he made ((he doesn’t know that Jumin actually wrote “From Taemin” on the bouquet tag hhahhaha dorks))

Years later Taemin was able to make better Strawberry Pancakes than Jumin LOL ((++MC probably bought both the “#1 Dad” Mug and “#1 Son” Shirt)

//Late sketchhh! Let’s pretend I uploaded this yesterday hheheh/

Please don’t repost any MM family AU stuff anywhere (including IG)

Marichat May Day 26: The Stray

this is very rushed and i know im very late

When a little cat follows Marinette one day, she decides to keep him for a while until she can find him a better place to live. But when Chat knows about the little fella,  he has other ideas about his new adopted ‘son’

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‘’ He has too much of his father in him—– ‘’

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No Pain, No Gain” 

Based on a Miraculous musing that I shared last year (that I can’t seem to find on my main blog) about Master Fu taking Nino under his wing to become the next holder of the Turtle Miraculous and awesomely enough, I’m not the only miraculer who shares this thought. The very first time I saw Master Fu, I immediately thought of Mr. Miyagi cause you have to admit, the resemblance is definitely there and since then I’ve been itching and hoping that the series would do a Karate Kid inspired episode where Nino comes to Master Fu for help.

Like maybe there’s this new schoolyard bully with the hots for Alya who starts targeting Nino specifically due to his relationship with and somewhat own romantic interest in our foxy gal; constantly challenging him to foolish fights for Alya’s love. Being the nonchalant character he is, Nino dismisses the bully’s initial advances at harrying as he wasn’t the type of guy to want to fight anyone.  

And in similar Karate Kid type of fashion, Master Fu firstly meets Nino after he saves him from being pummelled by said bully and his comrades when they suddenly cornered him after school. Following that event, Nino is forced to fight back against said bully; seeking out Fu for help, practically begging him to teach him how to fight; a request which Fu surprisingly accepts.

This is how I imagined Fu’s first encounter with Nino to be like. And after helping him the first time, Master Fu starts to acknowledge potential in Nino—a potential which inspires him to start training him to be his successor. I imagine that at first Wayzz wouldn’t be too keen with the idea of Nino one day replacing Master Fu as his new master cause I figured that, unlike Plagg, Tikki and possibly the other kwamis, Wayzz is the one who’s been with his original holder the longest; considering that Fu is over 100 years old. While the others had had to change holders over the years, Wayzz has been with Fu since the day one and is very much loyal to him.

But ultimately I imagine once he sees Nino’s good qualities, Wayzz will begin to warm up to the young lad and actually starts to care for his well being; seeing a lot of the qualities in Nino that he did in Master Fu that made him love him as his master. Plus I think this kind of scenario could be great for Nino’s own character development as a teacher-mentor relationship with Master Fu can certainly help mould him into a stronger individual and hero. Not to mention that it’ll be really touching to see Master Fu have a sort of father-son/grandfather-grandchild/close family oriented relationship with at least one of our young heroes and I think Nino would be the perfect candidate to bring out that side of him. We don’t know if Fu used to have any kids of his own. I doubt he ever did given his duty as Miraculous holder and Ancient Guardian (and even if hid have some, he probably outgrew them since he’s practically immortal). So yeah, I’d love to see that kind of bond with Fu, Nino and Wayzz in the series, if possible.  

Do I think Master Fu will choose Nino as his successor for the Turtle Miraculous? Indeed I do.

However, do I think he’ll just hand it to him on a silver platter like he did with Adrien and Marinette? HA! Hell no! I think Master Fu will go full Mr. Miyagi on Nino and make him work for his miraculous, putting him through a rigorous training regimen to build his strength and test his worth. Plus it’ll be good for comical moments when Fu unintentionally pushes poor Nino too far and has to be scolded by Wayzz for getting too excited and overdoing things with his student. Poor Turtle Sensei just wants to see his Turtle Kouhai succeed XD

Would love to see this become canon but…for now these are all just headcanons of mine. In the meantime, a squiggle meister can dream…and draw, am I right? Alrighty I’ve rambled enough on this. As always, I hope everyone enjoys this week’s newest ML squiggle art and I hope you also enjoyed my Miraculous musing (granted you actually read all of that). Feel free to share yours over on my main blog if you have any.

Until the next squiggle piece, y’know my motto, staaaay tune for more precious star kids!  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

♥ More Miraculous Art by Squiggles

~LittleMissSquiggles (2017)  

breaking the cycle: gotg2 and the theme of toxic masculinity

It’s taken me, oh, about a month to organize my thoughts on this and they’re still a mess, but I have all these snippets in my head about how GOTG2 deconstructs toxic masculinity, and hey! you’re gonna get them now

Toxic masculinity is basically the concept that socializing men and boys to be a certain ‘masculine’ way, and criticizing them or ridiculing them when they fail to live up to these (often impossible or even abusive) standards, is ultimately harmful to everyone, men and women alike. Ever wonder why you flinch at dudes yelling “man up!” to their crying young sons instead of comforting them? Yeah, that’s why.

Anyway, regarding GOTG: a lot of this stuff revolves around Yondu and the Yondu-Peter relationship, but also (I totally love this) a large portion of it also revolves around a white, straight, able-bodied man who is quite literally called ‘Ego’. spoilers follow, naturally-

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doctor who ♡ smile
“Once, long ago, a fisherman caught a magic haddock. The haddock offered the fisherman three wishes in return for its life. The fisherman said, “I’d like my son to come home from the war, and a hundred pieces of gold.” The problem is magic haddock, like robots, don’t think like people. The fisherman’s son came home from the war in a coffin and the King sent a hundred gold pieces in recognition of his heroic death. The fisherman had one wish left. What do you think he wished for? Some people say he should have wished for an infinite series of wishes, but if your city proves anything, it is that granting all your wishes is not a good idea.“

anonymous asked:

Wow! Can't believe Ben's dad bought him a Tony! So impressive!

Okay. *Deep breath*. Here we go. I knew someone was going to bring this up eventually and I’m going to take a few moments to prove how wholly and completely wrong you are.

First of all, I assume this accusation is based off of the fact that Ben’s father, Marc Platt, is a producer.

First and foremost, I will remind you that Ben Platt’s father has no role in the production of Dear Evan Hansen. Here is a list of the shows he has produced:

Notice: Dear Evan Hansen is not on this list.

Secondly, here are the actual producers of Dear Evan Hansen:

Again, no where in this list is Marc Platt. He did not play any role in the making/production/casting of Dear Evan Hansen. He did not have a say in his son getting that role. The two people that did, though, are casting directors Tara Rubin and Lindsay Levine, both of whom have absolutely no connections to Ben.

If you already knew that Marc Platt has no role in the production of Dear Evan Hansen and are merely implying that having a father who is part of show business helps one’s career (which I don’t think you did because of your use of the word “bought”), I will remind you of one thing: There is no one but you and the casting directors in an audition room. 

Sometimes, people can earn roles in shows/movies/etc. based on other factors, but they cannot and will not keep those roles because of those factors. Ben Platt would not have been part of Dear Evan Hansen for 4 years if it weren’t for the fact that he earned his spot there, that he deserved to be there. 

Children of people involved in the arts are more likely to be involved in the arts themselves. That’s just a fact, and that happens because people involved in the arts are more likely to actually value the arts and expose their children to the arts from a young age, not because their children are magically blessed with more talent than anyone else.

The list of people whose parents are involved in acting/music/producing/directing who have made a name for themselves in those fields is astronomical. (It includes people like Liza Minnelli, Angelina Jolie, Blake Lively, Rashida Jones, Chris Pine, Ben Stiller, Zoë Kravitz, Emma Roberts, Michael Douglas, and more). That is because increased exposure to something at a young age leads to increased interest in that field, which leads to, “Hey, maybe I could make a career out of this as well!” 

You cannot have a career based solely upon your parent’s achievements; you have to make new achievements yourself. You have to work really hard and for a very long time and be passionate. 

And that’s just what Ben did. He won a Tony based on his incredible talent and only his incredibly talent. You can’t buy someone a Tony. Those awards are based off of merit. He did not win a Tony because his dad produced a few musicals (none of which had anything to do with Ben himself). That logic isn’t sound.

Ben’s dad being a producer (of projects that have nothing do with Ben himself and have no effect on any of Ben’s shows, I will reiterate) did not land Ben a role in Dear Evan Hansen. Ben’s dad being a producer did not make Ben win a Tony. Ben’s dad being a producer did not magically make Ben himself incredibly talented. 

Ben earned his role in Dear Evan Hansen because he auditioned for Pasek, Paul, and Michael Greif and was the best person for that role. He was cast because of his pure talent. Ben earned that Tony because of years and years and years of hard work. He earned that Tony because he put the time in, worked hard, is an incredible singer and actor, and because he is the best performer on Broadway right now. Not for any other reason.

Attacking someone anonymously for something that is completely untrue is not only fucking ridiculous but also really shows just what kind of person you are.

That’s all. 

I was doing you a favor by playing the long game...

I too was playing yet another long game by holding on to this for so long.

SO I had read earlier today the owner of a previous job of mine passed away. This was a place that tried to screw me pretty hard and I took some pro revenge on. It drug up some angry old feelings, so why not take an equal dose of catharsis?

WARNING: This is a doozy so strap in if you dare, no TL;DR it wouldn’t do justice.

So this takes place almost a decade ago. I was working as a department manager for a fairly large privately owned pest control company. Their color scheme was black and yellow, much like the taxi’s the owner’s dad used to drive. Since the taxi industry would be around for ever(hello Uber/Lyft) so would this pest control company, (this is important later) or so the owner used to parrot constantly. My job was to over see the techs doing treatments and set their stops and generally manage assorted insect control services, inventory, payroll for that dept, etc etc. I had taken the job from the owners son who took it from the previous manager who they demoted and yet stayed in the dept…this is important later. The owners son was a late 30’s early 40’s man child. I mean if he had dialed it back a few degrees he would have been an awesome guy, but anytime booze was involved he was a mess. If it was weed, he turned into the stereo typical obnoxious stoner making nothing but bad Jamaican accented jokes. He also hit on anything younger than him that moved…while being married w a pregnant wife. But I digress, the owner was a piece of work too, old Jewish guy who was as racist as he was old, not with any kind of seething hatred. Just a “this is the way it is” type attitude. My fave line of his, “The sky is blue, Ch#@ks know math, N@&ers are lazy, Jews know gold. What else is new” Like it was the most clever thing of all time. Finally now on to the revenge and need for such.

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“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#5. “Who the fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”

Here we go for jealous Bruce Wayne, because that’s what this prompt inspired me to write. Boom, hope you’ll like it I’m a bit unsure about this one, feedbacks are welcome : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.

Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did. 

She was his mother, but you were his mommy. 

And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you through the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on. 

Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ? 

If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…

His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues. 

He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored ! 

Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader). 

It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ? 

Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked : 

-Father…why are we spying on mom ? 

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Newcomers Pt6

“EAT IT!!!”

“NO”

“I SAID EAT IT!”

“GET OFF ME WOMAN!!” Hesky shouts throwing Karen off him and running out the door.

“YOU WILL ACCEPT MY VALENTINE LOVE!!!” she shouts chasing after him holding her home made chocolates above her head.


The two Humans screaming and running past Dr Loop’s door was nothing out of the ordinary these days, he liked the Humans and found them fascinating and rather good company. That did not mean that he did not find them odd to the point of thinking they were all insane. Some were quiet and preferred to be alone and other were loud and found hurting themselves to be hilarious. Suddenly his door opened with another Human limping.

“What happened to you?” Dr Loop asks.

“Sergeant Stabby got me” he replies.

“Why do you keep it around and why the Admiral allows that thing to stay I’ll never know”

“Don’t talk ill of Sergeant Stabby, he is war hero you know”

“IT is a cleaning machine”

“Irrelevant he is a hero and deserves our respect”

“But-”

“SHHHHHH here he comes”

Sergeant Stabby made his way into the Dr’s office and bumped into a few wall and furniture all the while the Human stood up and saluted it until it left.

“Tell me something um…” Dr Loop said

“Cho”

“Cho, tell me something Cho is it the norm for you race to be so….nuts?”

Cho smiled “You’ve never been to Terra have you?”

“No”

“Shame, because if you think we are crazy you’d love to see us on our home world”

Dr Loop just scoffed and went to look at Cho’s foot. “The bleeding has already stopped”

“Well yeah he doesn’t stab us deeply”

“But still  for wound like this to stop bleeding so soon”

“Yeah it’s clotting? Wait…have you worked on Humans before”

“I have studied Human anatomy yes”

“But actually worked with one? In person before we got here?”

Dr Loop did not like his skills being questioned, his race the Seelom were a very proud race especially of their skills.

“It matters not, I know all the ins and outs of your kinds bodies, probably better than you and the rest of your backwards and primitive kind”

Cho raised an eyebrow “Give your arm for a sec” he asked.

“Why?”

“Just trust me”

Dr Loop gave him one of his right arms and Cho stuck out his tongue all the while looking at his face for a reaction but Dr Loop just looked confused and a little disgusted.

Cho licked his arm and a split second later Dr Loop was screaming as Cho’s saliva burned through his skin.

Dr Loop fell tot he floor cradling his arm and after a few more seconds the burning stopped and Cho was on his feet.

“Guess you forgot our saliva is like acid to your kind” he said and left without helping him up.



The Benemar Chief of Admiral Polts fleet was back on Bento Prime, he had already been disgraced for not seeking justice after one of his clan leaders was killed by a Human female. And to let the Humans gain all the glory for the liberation of Remer making their kind out to be a joke.

“Cheif Goolack of the Benemar step forward!” called one of the High Chieftains and he stpped forward.

“You are a coward and weak, you let the murder of your own kind go unanswered and these Humans push you around like your are their slave, what say you in your defence”

Chief Goolack stood up straight, the chains around his wrists were heavy and those around his legs were heavier, his pig-like nose snorted and his tusks had been cut to show his disgrace.

“I am a Benemar and I fought for our people and uphold my laws and our laws say that the STRONG!!! rule. Well the Humans have shown their strength and I saw their might in battle against a foe who outnumbered them many times over and they came away from that battle covered in the blood of their enemies. They are the only race who has ever besieged our world and you judge me as a coward for respecting strength?”

“They are the ENEMY!!! they burned our breeding pens and they must be wiped out. They are gaining too much power, power they are taking from us”

The court cheered and banged their weapons which were a combination of ancient war axes and rifles against their armour.

“Let this cry go out across to the star to all Benemar, the Alliance high command has given us the location oft heir breeding ground, we march…TO WAR!!!!”


The Benemar all over the Alliance suddenly began disappearing from Alliance ships, when asked why they were going back to their home world they simply replied “The High Chief has risen the banner”

Many thought this was the Benemar about to begin an independent push into Gal territory but they did not deny or confirm this and the army on Bento Prime continued to grow, the Humans though did not trust the Benemar and kept their eye on them.


Life in Admiral Polts fleet went on a s usual, or as usual it could be with the Humans around and with the Benemar now gone their was no hostility in the air. The Humans did their best to include the other races in their odd practices such as celebrating the anniversary of ones birth. They even as far to inquire to the other races celebrations and traditions and asked to take part which made the others rather flattered. They ranged from celebrating the unification of the Fookkarl under one banner which the Humans described as one large orgy as there was a lot of kissing but the Humans obliged.

The fun did not stop there.

Depit, an Elong like Admiral Polt was travelling in the ship main elevator to the observatory when it stopped to let a number of other crew off but only person got on. It was a Human, female by the looks of her but her stomach was huge, maybe she had just eaten he thought to himself. The elevator stopped a few more times and before long it was only him and this Human who from her tag her name was Sergeant Cathy. He started to sweat, he saw what was left of the body of the Benemar that she had attacked.

She smiled at him and gave a nervous smile back but nothing was said between them, until the elevator suddenly and harshly stopped.

“Ahhh!” Cathy screamed at the sudden change of momentum.

“Are you okay?” he asked and she nodded. “Must be a power outage” he tired raising maintenance but go response, there was no power to the that call button either. Suddenly Cathy was breathing fast and hard.

“Umm, are you sure you’re okay” he asked again but she shook her head and held her large stomach.

“The baby is coming” she panted.

“Baby? What baby?”

“I’m FUCKING PREGNANT YOU ASSHOLE!!! she screamed and he jumped.

“Oh? OH?!!! CRAP!”

Cathy sat down as her water broke and leaned back.

“What do I do!! HELP!” he shouted into the call button in some hope that someone would hear.

“What…what is your name?” she asked.

“Depit”

“Depit, come here I need you to help me” she said holding out her hand and he slowly came and she grabbed it.

“I don’t know what to do” Depit said.

“Just hold my hand and squeeze when I squeeze!”

“What?”

“AHHHHHHH” Cathy screamed and squeezed Depits hand so hard she broke two of his fingers as he had tried to pull away when he heard the word squeeze.

“WHY YOU PULL AWAY!!!” she shouted at him.

“You’ll break my hand if you squeeze it”

It then dawn on her that Humans were far stronger than Elong, so she pulled off her trousers and tore off a piece so she could bite down on it and screamed again.

“Why are you screaming what’s happening I don’t how to help” Depit said panicking.

“IM HAVING CONTRACTIONS YOU FUCKING IMBECILE!”

“WHAT ARE THOSE!!!!”

“MY BODY IS GETTING READY TO PUSH THE BABY OUT!”

“OF WHERE!!”

“WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!!!”

Another contraction came and she screamed so loud Depit had to cover his ears.

This went on for over and hour till finally Cathy stopped screaming as contractions suddenly stopped.

“Okay…okay” she said to herself with Depit fanning her with his wings.

“How long does this usually go on for?” he asked.

“My mother was in labour for 32 hours with me”

“32 HOURS!”

“Ah don’t shout, I’m lucky the contractions have stopped”

“What happens next?”

Cathy looked at him “Next comes the pushing”

“Elong births are lot…faster than this”

“You’re a bird race, you have it easy” she laughed. Then started panting. “Here it comes! Get between my legs!!”

Depit obeyed and cathy spread herself and Depit froze.

“What do I do?”

“Catch!”

“Catch?”

Cathy burst into laughter “I’m kidding, just guide it out”

Depit got ready and Cathy screamed again, this time louder and so much Depit thoughtt he walls were shaking.

“I can see the egg”

“IT’S NOT AN EGG IT’S A FUCKING HEAD!! WE DON’T LAY FUCKING EGGS!!!”

“WHAT!!! HOW THE…I’M SORRY…BY CREATION WHAT THE…..!” he screamed as the head appeared.

Cathy started breathing again and moved her hand to feel where the baby was “okay, one more” she positioned herself and Depit put his hands by the baby’s head and Cathy pushed with every ounce of her remaining strength and it fell into Depits arms.

After the baby began crying he handed it to Cathy who wrapped it up in her jacket and cradled it.

“It’s a boy” she said.

“No wonder your race is so tough, you endure coming into the world like that and are willingly go through it to bring one of your own into the world”

“And we do it over and over again, I’ll be doing at least two more times I think” she laughed “What did you say your name was again?”

“Depit, my name is Depit”

Cathy smiled and looked down at her son “Do you mind if I call my son Depit?”

Depit’s eyes nearly shot out of his head, for a child to bear ones name is a great honor among his people. “You would do me that honour?”

“Of course, you brought him into the world, well I did most of the work but still”

“Thankyou” he said smiling.

“Oh beware of the after birth”

“The what?” Depit said looking down just as it slumped down in front of him.


In the higher levels and completely unaware of the new addition to their family the Humans were having a friendly game of football with some of the Aliens when Captain Clerk called for a stop. Admiral Polt was with him and everyone could tell by their Captains face that something had happened.

“Men and woman of the 8th Human army” Clerk started “Approximately 16 hours ago the Benemar launched a full scale assault on Terra”

The air became heavy as if every Human and Alien had stopped breathing, no one spoke.

“The battle is still going on and all Human forces are being recalled to aid the defence force fighting there, our latest report says they have breached our outer defence net and are landing their troops. So get your stuff I want us ready to go yesterday!!”

The Humans didn’t say anything and as a single mind dropped what they were doing and ran to their quarters and collected all their belongings and things they brought with them. The cargo hold that they had made their own was dismantled within 10 minutes, every Human was found and accounted for including Cathy and her new son Depit. Hesky was thrilled to see his son but annoyed that she named him something that reminded him of cesspit.

Within 2 hours the Humans were all loaded onto their own ships, they said a quick farewell to their Alien friends and set off for Terra.

The Benemar continued their assault, unaware that word had gotten out about their attack on Terra, unaware of the armada coming for them.

2

I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS.

Something about this moment always felt a little jarring to me and it took me awhile to put my finger on it, why Anakin’s line of “you’re the closest thing I have to a father” rung so false to me.

And what it wound up being was two things–one, they do not act like father and son in any real way (right here, Obi-Wan’s reaction is to point out how Anakin doesn’t treat him like a father at all), they’re far more like an older brother/younger brother in terms of traditional family dynamics, but also–if that were true, Anakin wouldn’t have sought out Palpatine’s presence as a (grand)father figure so hungrily.

If Obi-Wan was a father figure in Anakin’s life, why was he seeking out Palpatine fill that role instead?  Why does he say that here, when nothing else fits with the dynamics of a father/son relationship?  Why would Anakin frame it that way, when it doesn’t feel that way at all?

BUT THEN I GOT HIT WITH A REALLY TERRIBLE HEADCANON.

WHAT IF PALPATINE PUT THAT IDEA IN HIS HEAD?

Palpatine would know that the Jedi Master/Padawan pairings aren’t inherently father/son dynamics (they often can be, but that this one wasn’t, they were too close in age for that or simply that Obi-Wan wasn’t acting like a father to him), knowing that Anakin would think he wanted that.

So he suggests that Obi-Wan is the closest thing Anakin has to a father, under the guise of that kindly grandfather act, that, oh, you must forgive him, he’s the closest thing you have a a father, isn’t he?, and encourages Anakin to frame it that way, knowing that Obi-Wan would shut it down and it would come across to Anakin that Obi-Wan was rejecting him.

Palpatine deliberately suggested framing it that way, knowing it would drive a wedge between them, because he knows that Kenobi is an obstacle in his path to dragging Anakin down into the dark.

AND THEN I REALLY HATED PALPATINE EVEN MORE FOR THAT HEADCANON. /sobs

Like Father, Like Son.

Everyone felt it that day.

The castle was quieter than it should have been, and quieter than it had ever been before.

It was Father’s Day.
And someone was missing.

Breakfast was silent, and Keith didn’t e bother to show up. That had become the norm for the red paladin though.

Pidge sat quietly next to Hunk, eyes red from lack of sleep and probably crying too.

Hunk are slower than usual, looking around at the members of the table but never making eye contact.

Coran was trying to get Allura to eat something, for he knew how today troubled her. Alfor was gone, but this was her first Father’s Day without him after 10,000 years since the last.

Lance sat at the end of the table, away from everyone. He stared at his food goo but took no particular interest in actually eating it.

Shiro was missing, the most father like person he had was gone. His hero.

Lance and the others had planned it all out; once they found out when it would be in space.

They were going to make him a food goo feast, and have a sort of celebration in the training room.

The mice rehearsed a show, and everyone made gifts or cards of sorts.

It would have been the best Father’s Day once could have in space. That was until Shiro went missing weeks prior.

Lance was also missing Fathers Day back at his home on Earth, and he knew for sure the others did too.

They all had a Space Dad to miss, and actual Dad’s to miss. The castle was quiet.

The blue paladin stood, taking his plate and putting it in the washer. He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

With head bowed, he padded off to the observatory, where he had been everyday since Shiro went missing.

Everyone stayed away from each other, unless it was time for a mission or there was an attack.

Pidge in her room.
Hunk in the kitchen.
Keith in the training area.
Allura and Coran just… about.

As the door glided open and Lance entered, he let out a sigh and went to sit in the middle of the room.

“Show me Earth.”

The holographic map of the solar system covered the room, and right in front of Lance flowed Earth, brightest of them all.

Lance smiled sadly, “Hey there.”

He sat down, and just watched it spin in time. Lance wondered what it was like back there.

His mama would be cooking all day. Making snacks and dips and punches of all flavors.

His papa would be out, sent off away from the house as his day was prepared.

All of his brothers and sisters would be cleaning the yard, cleaning the pool, or cleaning the house.

It would be very busy.

Lance always preferred to stay in the kitchen and cook with his mother.

When father would come home, he would always scoop Lance up, no matter how big he was or how old he had gotten, and place him on his back.

“Lance! You ready to get in the pool?”

It was fun.
The blue eyed boy missed them.

His reminiscence was interrupted by the door open, and Lance looked up to see Coran approaching him.

“Lance, my boy, I saw you didn’t eat your breakfast this morning. Are you alright?” He came over and stood next to the boy, a twinge in his eyes.

The paladin smiled a bit, “I wasn’t really hungry. Thank you for asking, Coran.”

He turned and stared back at Earth, cheek resting on his knee.

A few ticks of silence based, and Coran broke it by sitting next to Lance. He tilted his head at Earth. “You know…”

Lance looked over at him.

“… I regard you like a son, Lance. I might not be Number One, or your Earth father, but I love you like my own and I want you to know that.”

Lance’s eyes widened a bit, looking to the red haired Altean next to him. “I… Thanks, Coran.”

The gorgeous man shrugged, “If you’d like I can take you to do some training.”

Lance groaned, “Keith is in there.”

Coran seemed to think for a moment and then looked to Lance with a grin, “How about we get in the pool?”

The blue Paladins heart skipped a beat and he sat up, staring at the Altean next to him.

How did he…?

Lance wiped his eyes, discovering they had teared up a little, and he smiled.

Coran wasn’t his biological family, but he was the next best thing. He remembered something he’d seen on a tv show once.

Family don’t end in blood.
Such wise words.

“Sure.”

Coran helped the boy to his feet with an offered hand, “I can show you how to flip the pool too, if you’d like.” He suggested as they walked.

He winked, twirling his mustache, “One thing you can know that Keith doesn’t to twist is undies, eh?”

Lance laughed, “Yeah, I guess so.”

He hadn’t laughed in forever.

anonymous asked:

Andreil meet when they get dragged into a bar fight and somehow end up in jail together 😇

When it comes to fight or flight, Neil has spent almost all of his life picking the latter. Except on an exy court, but even there, if he can get away from someone without getting hit, that is definitely the option he’s going with.

Which is why when he finds himself getting dragged away from a brawl, cuffed, tossed in the back of a police car, and driven to jail, it feels a little bit surreal.

He doesn’t even drink. He was at the club in the first place because Matt turned twenty-six at midnight and wanted to celebrate at a night out with all his friends. Most of them were drunk. Neil was not.

So he doesn’t have that as an excuse.

Still: his causes were noble, even if his actions weren’t. And his personal moral philosophy has always been strictly on the side of “ends justify the means,” especially if the ends are keeping his drunk best friend from getting robbed on the floor of a nightclub by a couple of guys twice Neil’s size.

Matt is pretty good in a fight most of the time, but drunk and concussed, he’s not much help. Neil took on all three of the guys on his own anyway—his job being, after all, at least partially just fighting people—and was about to lose very badly when a stranger joined in.

Neil didn’t expect the stranger to be on his side. The stranger was.

And now they’re in the back of a cop car together.

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A History of Violence

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O

(part one of two)

Summary: You and Sam are a bonded pair with four children. You’re both interrogated by the police who are convinced that Sam and Dean are running a criminal enterprise.

This falls into the same AU as The Brown Bottle, Moonlight and The Derby

Warnings: Language, violence, murder, dom/sub overtones. mentions of: knotting, breeding, claiming, giving birth

Words: 3800+

Beta: The always wonderful @saxxxology

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The Raid

It’s just after one in the afternoon and you’re cutting the crust from a peanut butter sandwich. “Liam, you want jelly on yours?”

You son looks up from up his sea of building blocks with a grimace on his face. “No!”

“Alright, no jelly,” you confirm. His cheeks are pink, hair stuck to his forehead. The air conditioning broke two days ago and Sam promised to have one of his guys come by to look at it by tonight. “You look hot buddy, why don’t you come in here.”

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“Fortunate Son” from Ao3 by @anna-droid
didn’t draw this from the actual fic but i enjoyed reading it