i want a child like this when i grow up

  • <p> <b><b></b> child:</b> daddy when I grow up I want to be just like you<p/><b>dad:</b> you're just copying me to get successful and I'm gonna slay your career, you copycat flop little bitch<p/><p/></p>

“I live with my mom and uncles.  There are twelve of us in one house.  Everyone is sacrificing so that I can go to university.  My mom works in restaurants and cleans houses.  All her money goes to my tuition.  She always tells me just to focus on school.  We were short on money last semester, but she told me: ‘Don’t worry about it.  I’ll find it.  You just continue.’  She’s always been like that.  She never wants me to be stressed.  My dad passed away when I was a young child.  So we’ve always struggled.  Sometimes when I was growing up, there would only be enough for one meal.  And my mom always said that she wasn’t hungry.  I didn’t realize until I was older that she had only been pretending.”

(Lima, Peru)

Hey I almost made myself cry with this thought so I had to share it:

Imagine a Cybertronian, regardless of faction but I imagined Autobot, just tooling around in alt mode, checking out Earth and doing car stuff.

So they’re at an intersection, waiting for the light to turn green, and they overhear some humans talking. There’s a parent and their young child, and one of the parent’s friends. They’re talking about kids and work and stuff and the cybertronian starts tuning out and then the friend asks the kid “what do you want to be when you grow up?”

And it’s the first time the cybertronian has ever heard anything like that. They put their hazards on because their engine has just stalled while they think about that, just kinda going “wooow… what do I wanna be when I grow up? I never got asked that… i hope that kid gets their dream job.”

And also because I’m imagining this kid like four they look over and see the cybertronian and just kinda go [vehicle type], whatever the bot’s alt is and instead of saying no, the parent just laughs and goes “okay, you can be a [vehicle]”

And the cybertronian is like “i have to protect this planet”

“Why doesn’t he care?” 11.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by bts-jimin16

Y/N’s p.o.v

How time flies - I am now officially four months into my pregnancy, my tummy getting bigger each day and I was no longer an emotional wreck. I loved Taehyung, I still do. I think about him everyday but what’s the use, BTS were travelling the world right now. Did Taehyung even have the time to think about me? Did he spare a second to think about how I was doing? I’ll never know I guess. Today I’m going to the clinic to have a scan to check up on the baby. I was nervous because I wanted to find out the sex of the baby and I finally can today. 

I was lying on the chair bed thingy, something I still have yet to find out the name for. The cold gel squeezed over my stomach area, she started to do my regular check up.

“The baby is growing very well and looks really healthy, would you like to find out the sex of the baby?” I nodded with the biggest smile on my face. 

“You’re having a little baby boy, congratulations.” I couldn’t be happier right now, I can finally figure out a name for him, I can start to buy baby clothes, baby shoes, paint the walls and decorate the baby room. But at the same time it reminded me of Taehyung and how he said that he’s always wanted our first child to be a boy so when we have a baby girl in our unforeseeable future our little boy could protect our little girl. Unforeseeable future was something I could definitely use to describe how our relationship went down, I never saw our breakup coming. 

I was home in no time and decided to change into comfy clothes and just watch movies for the rest of the day whilst online shop baby clothes. My thoughts were crowded by baby names, wondering what I should name him. A thought came to mind, I questioned it but then I was sure. I wanted my baby to take the family name Kim, after all that’s what he is, a Kim. I was getting comfortable on the sofa when my doorbell sounded throughout the apartment. I groaned not wanting to get up, holding my stomach I walked over to the door and opened it. Only to be greeted by six familiar faces wearing a shocked expressions. I swallowed hard realising my secret was out.

“Y/N you’re pregnant?!”

Sooooooo I wasn’t originally going to post but your requests made me motivated to finish writing this part ~ Request for 12.0! Enjoy 💜

Like My Dad || Bangtan Reaction

Jin / Seokjin

His heart would swell. He would think it was the cutest thing he had ever seen and the first thing he would do was take his child into the kitchen and start teaching them simple recipes. I think it would mean a lot to Jin to hear words like that come out of his child’s mouth, after all, we do know how much he loves his own parents.

Originally posted by theseoks

Suga / Yoongi

Yoongi would pat his child on the head and brush it off as nothing, maybe giving his kid a small smile. But after he had but him/her to bed and he was alone with you he would be telling you all about it. He would let you know exactly how much it meant to hear your child say that. Sure he was already a role model, but to be one to his kids was an entirely different feeling.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

J-Hope / Hoseok

This boy would get so excited. He would probably jump around excitedly and hug your child as tight as possible. Hoseok would get so worked up about this, I’m sure at one point he would have tears in his eyes. Of course he would be excited because it meant the entire world to him to hear something like that.

Originally posted by tuehyung

Rap Monster / Namjoon

Namjoon would be incredibly happy about this. There would be a point later that day, where you would walk in and you’d see Namjoon sitting with your child, telling them something heartfelt and deep about how much he loved them. It would be such a cute sight and you would probably stand and watch for a while before going over and joining the two.

Originally posted by jiminrolls


The moment Jimin heard the words leave your child’s mouth he would probably have the biggest smile on his face. He would say something cheesy like “when I grow up I want to be like you,” and they probably wouldn’t get but you would think it was the sweetest thing ever. Jimin would probably end up spending the rest of his day playing around with your child while you watched.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

V / Taehyung

Taehyung loves kids, and he would love his own more than anything else in the world. The moment those words had left your child’s mouth Taehyung would be running and pulling them in for the biggest hug he could manage without crushing them. He would probably get really sappy and have to wipe away tears from his eyes, pulling you in for a hug as well.


Originally posted by keepingupwithbts


Jungkook would end up being cocky about it. Your child would utter the words and Jungkook would say something like “of course you do”. You’d probably smack him and he would laugh but he would give your child a hug. Later that night after they had been put down for bed Jungkook would talk with you, wondering if he really deserved that title and you would convince him he did. 

Originally posted by sehuns-bubblebum

the worst thing about this whole ”””””transgender-kids””””” thing is that it could have happened to me too if people back then were so dumb like today

thinking about me as a child i remember that i wanted to be a boy so bad

everyone had to call me ron all the time and i never listened when somebody called me my real name

so if anybody back then told me that i can be a boy by taking pills and blablabla i would have done it and now i would regret it

so many kids have this phase, my brother had a phase were he wanted to be a girl and a lot of my childhood friends too

all of this transgender kids will hate themselves when they grow up

just because their parents want to look tolerant or something, its honestly evil to do that to a child

its been fucking years and i can’t believe i’m about to shitpost about naruto but here we go kakagai post-series headcanons lets get into it:

  • kakashi and gai are old disabled loving ninjas who end up living under one roof and thats just a fact, a plethora of ninken, a plethora of fucking turtles, just dogs and turtles all the way down
  • de-facto babysitters for…… literally anyone and everyone, where would ur children be safer, go ahead and tell me i’ll wait 2 see if u can come up with anything more convincing than Proficiently Murderous Grandpas
  • not 2 say their rivalry goes anywhere because they’re honestly probs competing till their last breath lbr
  • their most heated competition is actually trying 2 come up with something the dingdang children will eat that is also a balanced meal like gai overshoots and goes FULL GOURMET
  • but kakashi is craftier and u kno what i mean one of those parents thats like “if i blend the broccoli in2 the cheddar the shitty little fucks won’t know there’s veggies in their grilled cheese” shit making veggie portions tiny and sneaking them in bcs for fucks sake this is a man that continually encouraged naruto to get some damn fruits and vegetables in his diet during the entirety of his tutelage u think he hasn’t picked up Tips and Tricks by now????
  • kakashi wins, obviously.
  • gai is devastated but i mean……… gai’s the same man who thinks super-spicy curry udon is the peak of cuisine (which it is) and Tiny Child Tastebuds aren’t cut out for that
  • gai loudly and proudly proclaiming that kakashi is his rival until the end of his days
  • gai says “rival” like he’d say “life-partner”/“lover” @ this point honestly they’re in it forever
  • none of the kids they babysit want husbands, wives or s/o’s when they grow up they all want rivals it looks way more fun
  • naruto is concerned
  • “my rivalry cost me a DAMN ARM”
  • unbelievable.

Can we please just take a moment to talk about this fight scene? When Caspian says here “You abandoned Narnia” and the look here on his face, the pure guilt and heartbreak like he’s almost pleading like we didn’t have a choice. like you think I wanted to leave? You think I enjoyed growing up to be a man and lived this whole wonderful life and then have it all snatched away in a second and having to grow up again as a child after living a life as an adult? You think I wanted to leave?just slow hand clapping for will here you guys his look here is if someone with knowledge beyond his years

anonymous asked:

In Modern Glasgow, Jamie and Claire go see Joe about their troubles conceiving a child. Could we see a few moments that led up to that decision and how they supported each other since they both want children so badly?

Modern Glasgow AU

“Claire! There you are!”

Claire Fraser looked up from her medical journal, perched at one corner of the crusty table in the ER’s dimly lit break room. “Dr. Abernathy?”

The kindly American doctor allowed the door to creakily swing shut, wiping his sweaty forehead on the back of his scrubs sleeve. “It’s a madhouse out there. I know you’re on a break, but would you mind pitching in?”

But Claire had already risen. “Of course – lead the way.”

It was spring – the first truly nice evening since the previous autumn – and, seemingly, an occasion for people to do whatever they did that landed them in the emergency room. Claire was just finishing up her second year of medical school, and had been lucky to land an internship in the emergency room at one of Glasgow’s leading hospitals. Learning the art of triage.

Dr. Joe Abernathy was on a long-term exchange from Boston – his specialty being OB/GYN – but on a night like tonight, everyone and anyone with advanced medical training seemed to be needed.

“What have you done tonight? I thought it was your anniversary?”

Joe quietly laughed and shook his head as they walked down the hall together – quickly darting around the nurses and orderlies. “Well it was – still is, I guess. But I somehow had a gut feeling that things would be crazy around here tonight – it’s the first full moon of the spring, after all. And it’s fun to be doing sutures and setting broken bones – God knows I haven’t done that for a while!”

By now they’d reached the nexus of the ER – overflowing with half-drunk men bleeding from various places on their bodies, mothers clutching wailing children, and a smattering of elderly people.

Nurse Murdina Bug – who reminded her so much of Mrs. Fitz – appeared at her elbow, clutching a stack of clipboards. Deftly she handed one to Claire and nudged her and Joe toward a small area to the side of the waiting room, where patients waited amid partitions separated by thin curtains.

“Here ye are – I thought this woman would be perfect for ye, Claire. She’s seven months pregnant – complaining of cramps and bleeding. Dr. Abernathy – ye can lead, but I’d like Claire to observe?”

“Of course,” he smiled at the red-cheeked nurse who always had a kind word and smile. “Lead on.”

Claire glanced down at the chart, and Murdina pulled back the curtain, and then she and Joe met Amy Higgins.

“Good evening, Mrs. Higgins – Mr. Higgins,” Joe greeted the nervous-looking couple. Amy sat up straight against the headboard of the bed, tracing the large curve of her belly – her husband stood right next to her, face ashen with worry.

“Hello,” they said softly.

“I’m Dr. Abernathy and this is Claire – she’s a second year medical student and one of the finest I’ve ever seen, if I may say so. You’ll be in good hands with us. Now tell me – what seems to be the problem?”

Claire thanked God yet another time that she had found an internship so close to her and Jamie’s flat – just a fifteen minute walk and she could be home. And after pulling a double shift, full of blood and broken bones and screaming children and just a little bit of heartbreak – she wanted to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine, drink a restorative cup of tea, shower, and go to bed with Jamie – in that order.

*Be home soon,* she texted him as she turned onto the main avenue about five minutes from home.

*Waiting for u mnd,* he replied immediately, followed by ten heart emojis.

How he always brought a smile to her face. A smile which he kissed with such sweetness when she finally strode through their front door, and he swept her into his arms, and time stood still.

“Have you been drinking?” she whispered against his lips a bit later, after he had set her down on the edge of their kitchen table.

“Aye,” he breathed, kissing the tip of her nose. “We got word a bit after noon – Scarlett went into labor this morning. The bairn came around two – so Rupert’s got three now, in less than three years. Can ye believe it?”

And then a most profound feeling of fear and regret – and shame – surged through her heart.

Of course Jamie felt the change in her. He reached down to take her clammy, trembling hands in his.

Her pulse picked up – rapid breaths in and out. Vision blurring.

“Claire?” he whispered. “*Mo graidh* - ye’re scaring me. Did something happen today?”

“I’m having a panic attack,” she observed – voice absolutely detached. She closed her eyes as the room began to spin.

Her senses sharpened – and she heard Jamie swallow.

“Claire? Claire – what can I do?”

Slowly she looked down at their joint hands – distractedly admiring how the J tattooed just inside her right thumb perfectly lined up with the C tattooed just inside his left thumb.

“It’s what *I* can do – or, rather, *can’t* do,” she said, so quiet. Lost.

Jamie gently cupped her flushed cheek with one of his hands, tilting her chin so that his eyes met hers. Waiting.

“How come I can’t get pregnant, Jamie?”

He physically reeled back. Shocked.

“What?” he croaked. “What – what do ye mean? These things take time – ”

“We’ve been married almost two years. We’ve *never* used protection. And I’m still not pregnant.”

Now he stepped a bit closer – eyes still locked on hers. “Aye. So?”

Tears welled.

Where was this fear and pain and sorrow coming from?

“We’ve made love a thousand times, Jamie – but never conceived. Statistically that’s – that’s terrible. Beyond terrible.”

He pursed his lips, and swallowed. “What are ye saying?”

“I’m saying that I don’t think I can get pregnant. If I haven’t already – I’m not going to.”

Now his eyes narrowed – and color flared on his own cheeks.

“How *dare* ye say that?” His voice rose – not in anger, but in emphasis. “Are ye giving up, then? Giving up on our dream of a family – of a house full of children?”

“I’m surrounded by women who get pregnant as easily as sneezing – I treated a woman today who has been married for three years and is pregnant for the second time. Rupert and Scarlett met not too long before we did, and she’s been pregnant non-stop since they married.” She closed her eyes, chest heaving with feeling. “Why can’t that be me? How come I can’t do that?”

Jamie leaned and wrapped his arms around her so tight. She buried her face in his shoulder, and all of a sudden let out a sob that shuddered through her entire body.

“Sshh,” he soothed. “Sshh. My love – my heart. Let me comfort ye.”

And she clung to him, mourning the life she didn’t have – and feared she would never have with him, this incredible man who deserved so much more than she felt she could give him.

Sometime later he carried her to their bedroom and helped her shed her sweaty scrubs. They burrowed under their plaid quilt, naked, but not wanting to make love – just craving skin-on-skin intimacy. Oneness.

“I want so, so badly to give you children,” she whispered after a while. “And I’m so afraid that I won’t be able to.”

“We can always adopt,” he replied softly, thumb tracing the contour of her hip, dipping into the hollow of her navel. “There are so many needy children in this world – we could give one a proper home.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Of course. But – but it is selfish to say that I want a child that’s part you and part me? That I want our lovemaking to create a product of our love? That I want to grow and shelter a child inside me? That – that I want to make love when I’m pregnant? And – and that I want to feed you, so close to my heart?”

His thumb skimmed up her side to swirl around one areola, watching in fascination as her nipple puckered.

“Those arena selfish things,” he said after a while. “Lord knows I want to see you pregnant – show it to the world. Have a daughter that looks like ye, or a son that looks like me.”

He shifted his hips a bit closer toward hers, tracing his hand down her side and then cupping her lovely round arse, anchoring her to him.

“Are ye telling me ye’ve given up on that dream?”

She jerked her hips against his, seeking friction.

“I want you inside me,” she pleaded.

He stilled her against him. “No, *mo nighean donn* - no. Not now. We need to talk about this.”

She closed her eyes. He watched her – would keep watching her for as long as it took.

“No – no. I haven’t given up. But I don’t think we can do it on our own.”

He pressed his thumbnail into the sensitive flesh of her lower back. “All right – so what do we do?”

“I’ll ask Joe. We should both meet with him – he’d give us an honest answer. And then we’ll know.”

He leaned in for a long kiss. Full of strength, and promise.

“I love you,” he breathed against her lips. “I will love you until the day I die. No matter if we have no bairns or adopt fifteen or you carry a few of our own. I have *you,* Claire. That’s the most important.

“I so, so want a family with you,” she whispered. “I want what I didn’t have.”

“So we shall make one together.” Gently he eased onto his back, letting her straddle him. “Full of so much love that we won’t know what to do with it all.”

She leaned over to kiss him. “I love you, Jamie. I – it just keeps growing. I can’t believe how much I love you. How lucky I am to have you.”

He nudged up a bit. “God blessed me with you – and God will bless us with children. He may just need a bit of help from your friend.”

She reached down between them, stroked her thumb back and forth to prepare him, and took him inside. They both gasped. Yet she held still.

“You astound me,” she whispered. “In everything. Always.”

“It’s because I love you. How could it not be so?”

Impatient, he rolled his hips. Helped her take power in that moment – so that she could take power in the days and weeks to come.

And prayed that their firstborn would have her eyes.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons for our precious boyo?

Oooo let me think about this.

I’m honestly not super great at headcanons because I’m pretty focused on what is canon so my imagination isn’t great you know? But… I do have some

- Fenrys secretly idolizes Rowan. He wants to be Rowan when he grows up. 

-They make a joke at some point about how he likes to sleep around whenever he’s not in Doranelle, but I don’t think it happens all that often. And when he does it’s because he wants to be able to lay beside/cuddle someone who is actually nice to him. (help I made myself sad)

-He’s always made jokes and plays the role of the “sarcastic child” because he knows that Connall has always been jealous of him and now he uses it as a mask for the pain he’s in.

-for a future headcanon I am so sure that he is going to die in the next book whenever Aelin’s escape happens. Rowan and Crew will show up and Fenrys will break the blood oath helping her get out and die from it. I hope with all my might that I’m wrong but I’m already mourning our sweet boyo 

Originally posted by fraddit

I Am An Alpha Ch 1: Boy Soldier

Summary: Insoo has lived her life as boy since the age of 7 when she was forced to join the Blood Army under her brother’s name with the help of a young alpha. Being a female omega in a army full of alpha isn’t easy especially when none of them can know what she is. On a mission with her new pack she finds her mate, who just happens to be part of the most feared pack in Asia. But it isn’t as romantic as she thought it would be. Especially when she finds out he isn’t her only mate.

We’ve all done bad things in our life, some worse then others but still, there is always something. To say that I’ve done something bad doesn’t my sins justice. I would like to say that I didn’t have a choice in it, but there is always a choice. I stare at the scene in front of me, young boy in tears, sword in hand. He’s making his choice right now with his parents on their knees in front of him. His mother is bawling while the father tries to stay strong and convince his son to save himself. I watch without much sympathy for the boy or his parents. Their deaths are inevitable but this way at least their son will live on.

“Please,” The mother begs me. “There must be another way.”

I shake my head, my poker face strong as stone, “There is no other option other than for the two I have offered you. I’m getting impatience with this though, I will give you one minute to decide before I decide for you.” I know this isn’t easy but if I don’t return to the village center soon I will receive a punishment and I don’t feel like being beaten tonight.

The mother continues to cry, glaring at me with disgust on her face, “How can you be so cruel? He is only a child!”

“We were all children when we made this decision. None of us wanted this but in this world it is kill or be killed. Now choose.” I spit. I have no patient for people who think we would want this life. I wanted to be a normal child, to grow up with my parents and my brothers. I did not want to have to choose between slaughtering my parents and saving myself or dying along with them. But here I am, years later forcing others to do the same to avoid punishment.

I’m brought out of my thoughts by the sound of someone screaming. Blood splatters on the floor followed by the now silent mother. The father roars at the death of his mate but that is short lived before the boy does the same to his father. Suddenly it’s silent. The young boy, probably about 8 or 9 the same age as me when the same happened to me, is crumbled on the ground crying. He discards the sword and curls tighter around himself.

I sigh, “I know that was hard but this isn’t over yet. We have to go now before we both get into trouble. Lets go,” I grab his arm but he shakes me off before glaring up at me.

“Don’t touch me!” He screams. “How can you be so calm when people just died in front of you? Doesn’t that effect you all?”

“No kid, it doesn’t. You are not the first person who I watched do this. I’ve seen thousands of people slaughtered, I got used to it. You will too, and before you get hostile with me I want you to know I am one of the nicer people in this army. If you are going to be a part of it you are not going to want to be alone so accept my kindness before I change my mind.”

“You call this kindness?”

“I’m offering you some place to belong in the new world you just signed up for. Those wolves out there will eat you alive out there now stop being a bitch, get up off your ass, and follow me.” I turn on my heel to leave when suddenly there is an explosion. I’m blown back on to my ass on top of the kid. Without hesitation I grab his wrist and quickly scramble to the far wall of the small cabin. The wall across from us is gone, leaving chard wood and a scattered body parts outside.

They’re using the bombs? What the hell is going on? With a firm grip on the boy I quickly drag him along out of the cabin into a surprising battle field. Another bomb is thrown causing more debris to fly. Gun shot echoes through the village as we run through in search of my closest friend.

“Jin hyung!” I yell when I finally find him with the others gathered together behind a cabin. I can see the relief on the older man’s face when he sees me. He accepts me in his arms and kisses the top of my head, surprising me. Jin and I are close but he rarely shows me physical affection when we are on a mission.

“What is going on? Are Jaebum’s people throwing bombs? I thought this village was good spot to find strong alphas. Why are we bombing?” I wonder when he releases me.

“We aren’t alone. The Black Dragon’s are here. They started attacking the other team while we were trying to recruit. I lost my two in the blast and so did the others. I see that you got one,” Jin explains as he eyes the young pup up who bashfully hides behind me the best he can. His hands are clutching mine as if I’m grounding him. “I don’t know if he’ll be able to make it back with us. We are going to scatter in about five minutes.”

“I take responsibility for him, don’t worry.”

Jin’s eyes narrow on me, “Insoo,” he starts in his fatherly voice that is quickly cut off by the sound of another bomb and a familiar voice calling out.


That one word turns me on autopilot. Jin gives me one last look before turning and running in another direction while the others do the same. The boy and I are the last to move, heading to the south end of the village where we began. He is breathing heavy already when we reach the edge of the village, he stops in his tracks, pulling me back like an anchor but we can’t stop, not yet.

“A mile.” I tell him.

“What?” He groans threw his heavy breaths.

“We need to be at least a mile a way before we can stop.”

“But I can’t run anymore,” He whines.

I groan internally and for a moment consider leaving him. I push that idea away before turning my back to him and demand for him to climb on, “Do it quick.” He hesitantly climbs on to my back, much lighter than he should be for a boy his age but I have no room to talk. With him settled on my back I begin running through the forest. I can’t smell anyone or hear anything following us, I think we are in the clear. Thank god. I don’t have the strength to fight against a real alpha right now.

That relief is short lived when suddenly I’m taken down by a massive black wolf. The boy flies off me and lands in the bushes while I land on my back with the wolf on top of me, a growl ripping threw his throat. The monster snaps at my face as he glares down at me. Our eyes lock and for a moment, the world freezes.


Why is he doing this? Can’t he tell it’s me? From the way he continues to snap at me I’m going with a no. Of course he can’t Jin made sure that no one would be able to catch my scent by burying it with his. But still I feel like my mate should know by just looking at me. I stare up into blood red eyes and am frozen but not with fear, I just feel overwhelmed. I’m seeing my mate, my one true love, but he can’t see past the scent of alpha all over me to realize that. I want to reach up and just hug him, to bury my face in his fur and inhale his delicious scent. Like fire wood and warmth.

There is a gunshot, knocking the massive wolf off me. My mate falls to his side, still growling but quickly begins to move away. I want to call to him, to beg him to come back but when I see Jin coming closer with a shot gun in his hand I want him to run.

“Hyung stop!” I demand as I quickly stand.

Jin pulls me behind him without lowering his weapon, “That’s the fucking leader of the Black Dragons and you are telling me to lower my gun? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“The leader?” I mumble out.

“Run,” Jin commands, “run Insoo. I’ll keep him distracted.”

“But,” I look to my make, hunched and teeth bared.


“Fine, where is the kid?” I scan the forest for the boy.

“Forget him!” Jin growls, “Get out of here!”

“I’m not leaving him!” I snap back as I slip past Jin to look where the boy had disappeared to. “Kid,” I call.

“Hyung?” He mumbles softly from behind a near by tree. I offer him my hand and pull him behind Jin along with me.

“I can’t believe you are taking him,” Jin rolls his eyes and glances at me over his shoulder. Bad decision. My mate jumps at us, taking Jin down and knocking the shot gun out of his hands. The boy and I stumble back, my eyes are wide with panic when my mate bites Jin’s shoulder, making the older yell out in pain. It’s an unfair fight with Jin in his human form and it’s not allowed for us to transform without a higher up’s permission. I quickly grab the shot gun and hold it up but realize soon after how stupid it is of me.

I can’t do it, I can’t shoot my mate. I least I thought I couldn’t. Jin screams once more and I prepare myself to pull the trigger, “Get off him!” I command my mate. The wolf releases Jin and glares up at me with those now terrifying red eyes. He takes a step toward me, ready to pounce at me. My body reacts on it’s own when the wolf launches itself at me. The sound of the gun going off registers before the fact that I had just shot my mate does. It feels as if I had been shot myself when a horrible pain spreads through my chest forcing me to my knees.

I stare at my mate who is lying on his back trembling. I killed him. I killed my mate! I try to rush forward to him but Jin grabs my hand and pulls me away, gripping his bleeding shoulder.

“We have to go!” Jin yells.

“But-“ I almost cry in relief at the sight of my mate rolling on to his side to glare at us. At least he’s a live.

“The rest of his pack will be here soon, we don’t have time!” With that Jin drags me through the forest with the boy holding my other hand. He’s trembling. I force myself the push the thought of my mate away to realize what I ‘ve just done. I endangered my pack. I almost got Jin killed in my daze, what the hell is wrong with me?

We reach our meeting point two miles away from the village, everyone is there waiting and jumps the their feet at the sight of us. Jin is healed but his shirt is still bloody and shredded from the bite. The others are quick to notice.

“What the hell happened?” Namjoon, our alpha, questions at the sight of his second in command in such a mess.

“We were attacked,” Jin explains shortly as he collapses to the ground in exhaustion.

“How the hell did that happen?” Jimin wonders.

“How the hell do you think?” Jin snaps back giving the pup cowering behind me a glare. Everyone follows his gaze. Poor thing. With all six alphas glaring down at him I know it can be hard. As a young pup whose rank hasn’t be decided yet, that much dominance can stress the body out. After being with these guys for years their dominance doesn’t really do much to me anymore, I’ve had to pretend to be an alpha for a long time, I had to learn how to hide my feelings. I stand strong against their obvious distaste for the pup.

“If this is anyone’s fault it’s mine,” I snap back.

“Soo-ya,” Hoseok sighs, “We know you would never do anything to put Hyung in danger, don’t take the blame for that brat.”

“It is my fault,” I repeat. “I hesitated when the wolf attacked him.”

“Lets just drop it,” Jin growls, silencing the group. “Lets head back to base.”

“We can’t,” Namjoon deadpans.

Everyone looks to him confused but Jin is the one to question it, “What do you mean?”

“I got a message from Jaebum before he was attacked, apparently the Black Dragons had stopped there first before joining us in the village.”

My jaw drops, “So you’re saying that everyone is gone?”

Namjoon nods.

“Is it wrong that I want to cheer?” Yoongi chuckles.

We all share a look before letting out a loud cheer. “They’re dead!” I cheer happily, “All those bastards are dead!”

“See you all in hell!” Taehyung giggles gleefully as he does a little dance.

“Shouldn’t you be sad?” A small voice wonders. I look over my shoulder to a trembling boy who now just looks confused.

Jimin scoffs, “About what?”

“They were your pack.”

“They were our slave masters,” Yoongi corrects with a disgusted look on his face.

“We are like you kid, we weren’t here because we wanted to be, they just didn’t give us very good options. This is my pack,” I explain gesturing to the guys in front of me. “They are my family.”

“Speaking of that, what are we going to do with the kid?” Jimin wonders.

The boy tenses but I try my best to calm him, “Can’t we just keep him? He has no where to go, no family left, please?”

“Seriously Soo?” Jimin scoffs, “Do you think this kid can do anything for our pack?”

“I’m pretty sure I thought the same thing about you when Hoseok hyung saved you. We all questioned Yoongi when he saved Taehyung and I know Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi hyung all thought Jin was insane when brought me back. Now look where we are.” I finish with a smug look on my face and my hands on my hips.

Namjoon sighs, “I hate when he is right. Fine Insoo, but you know the rules, he’s your responsibility now. That can be a hard thing to deal with.”

“Tell me about it,” Jin clicks his tongue as he rubs his shoulder.

I chuckle and walk over to do it for him, “I know Hyung, you got a lot more than you were hoping for.”

“We should probably do introductions before we welcome him,” Jin sighs. “Hello, I’m Seokjin but you call me Hyung. I’m basically your grandfather since my problem child has taken you on as his own.”

Namjoon gives him a small smile, “I’m the head alpha of this pack, Namjoon.”

“Yoongi,” Short and sweet.


“I’m Taehyung, nice to meet you,” The silly boy greets.

Jimin just nods at him, “Jimin.”

I try to seem as warm as possible to stop the boy from shaking. “And I, your lovely guardian, am Insoo. I respond to Hyung. What is your name little wolf?”

“I’m Jungkook.”

“Well Jungkook, welcome to the pack. You seem to bring trouble with you,” Jin mocks.

“If the Black Dragons is something you drag along I will not hesitate to kill you,” Yoongi warns. “I have no desire to fight with other alphas over stupid things.”

“Don’t mind him,” I half whisper, “He’s harmless.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “You are the exception to my cruelty Soo, don’t think others will be so special.”

“I know, I’m a very special case.”

“What do you mean?” The pup wonders.

I smirk, “Trust me, you’ll find out.”

First chapter done! Sorry you only get a glimpse of EXO but don’t worry they will come.

y’all, WONDER WOMAN was so beautiful, I can’t even explain how perfect it was, but I’ll try… 

I didn’t hate BVS, but I didn’t love it either. it just didn’t feel right to me. honestly didn’t really seem relevant? all it really did was set up the justice league to me. neither batman or superman seemed to have a purpose. they spent over 2 hours fighting each other and having a dick measuring contest. like, lex luthor manipulated them because he knew their egos are so big that they would be too busy trying to prove who’s better than see what’s really going on… but that’s beside the point. 

wonder woman, diana prince, my queen, my goddess, represents everything that’s good in this world. she’s not the stereotypical warrior you see in other films. she’s not cold and stand offish. she’s not ruthless. and she’s also not your stereotypical goddess either. she’s not there to stand next to a husband and back him up. you have this entire film dedicated to her being the most caring, nurturing person deciding to find the best in people and END WAR. she sees people hurt and hungry and struggling and her first instinct is to reach out and help. SHE HAS A REAL PURPOSE. she is fighting for humanity everyday. and when all these men around her tell her she can’t do anything about it? she’s like FUCK THAT and literally runs into a battlefield. 

also how fucking genius was it to start the film with her as a child? I mean, I know it was kind of essential for her backstory, but all I could think about during those scenes was that so many little girls (and little boys!) are gonna see this film and know that they too can grow up to be strong and a hero if they want to be and work hard enough for it. 

and steve trevor. oh my god. what a fucking breath of fresh air he was in a world full of self absorbed, gross men. I mean, what an A+ guy. a true selfless hero that helped diana realize that the world isn’t black and white and maybe people don’t deserve her but what she believes is what she should do. diana of themyscira does not need a sidekick or a love interest, but steve trevor was a goddamn good one, and I think we’re all glad that he was in the film. 

I think my favorite thing about it was that it is a true feminist film without at all trying to be or throwing it in your face. even though it’s pretty clear that diana is way more skilled than these soldiers, it doesn’t belittle men. it shows diana fighting right along side them. they don’t treat her differently than any guy they’ve fought with, and even though she’s never been around men before, she doesn’t treat them any differently than the women she has always known. she is still the exact same compassionate person. 

although it’s fucking incredible that we finally have a brilliantly done female superhero movie, this movie is not about her being a woman, it’s about her being a hero. 

Moonlight’s late Easter Suprise!

Inspired by this post!

Moonlight feels bad for not being here for Easter, so she has decided to go around giving people a suprise!

How do i enter this event?: You must be either a Pokemon or Daily blog to enter. Reblog this post and you will officially enter this event! Likes do not count as entries.

What does this event consist?: Moonlight will be going around peoples inboxes gifting people a pokemon egg that containes a baby pokemon compleatly randomized in a basquet!

What will the pokemon look like?: Mod is being generous and will let the person who recives the pokemon egg decide what it will look like when it hatches!

Are Shinys and Legendarys included?: Yes! However when the basquet is left, it will say if its either a Shiny or Legendary. And if you get a Legendary, you must make it look child like, it can grow up and become strong and how it should look, but it must look baby like when born.

Can i get 2 in the same blog?: No, however it is one per blog, so if you have another blog you want to enter as well, go ahead!

How long will this event go?: Mod will say in a post when she is stopping. So dont worry!

Thats all i have to say! May the suprise commence!

The Chris Evans Mini-Series (One Shots)

Imagine you and Chris getting Sebastian to babysit your children.

A/N: I just really needed this in my life, I dunno. 🤷🏻‍♀️❤️

New York was where you and Chris had to spend your week due to production meetings and talk show interviews. The original plan was for you and Chris to leave Jack and Lola with your parents so they wouldn’t miss any school, but after days of them bugging the two of you and nights of discussion and planning- you decided they could afford to miss a week of second and third grade. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d missed school to travel with you and Chris, so a plan had been devised. You and Chris would meet with their teachers before you left, gathering the materials they needed to keep up with their classes. So far, so good; their grades remained high and their school remained happy despite their absence in class.

The only problem you had with taking them along was finding someone to look after them while you and Chris were out and about. Usually your meetings were at different timings; you went while Chris stayed and took care of them, and vice versa. But some days you and Chris were due at the same time, at the same place. It left you with the decision to either bring them along or leave them in the care of your contacts in New York. They were good children, so they knew they had to behave in certain scenes which made it easy for you and Chris to take them anywhere- even to a professional meeting with an important casting director. But at the end of the day, they were still children who would get bored after an hour of sitting quietly.

Today was one of the days where you and Chris were both needed, and the meeting was said to last at least three and a half hours. Chris, as always, was optimistic that they could pull through if ice-cream was offered at the end. You, on the other hand, weren’t pessimistic, but you didn’t want to overreach either. You and Chris sat your kids down and offered your propositions: a stuffy office where they could have ice-cream after three and a half hours, or three and a half hours with Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo where they could have all the ice-cream they want. It was needless to say they went with your choice, the obvious and smarter choice. Chris argued that you cheated because you’d lied about having all the ice-cream they wanted. But you reminded him that they were out of your hair and you could now get through the meeting without them politely knocking on the door, asking “are you done yet?”

“Ah hah!” Sebastian grinned excitedly upon opening the door for his two favorite kids.

“Uncle Sebba!” Your children cheered at the sight of him, pouncing to hug his legs. You and Chris smiled because even though Sebastian wasn’t a dad himself, he was great with your kids. If the two of you hadn’t felt obligated to give the title of godparents to your own siblings, Sebastian would’ve definitely made the cut. “We’ve got the whole day with you!” Lola informed him, looking up at him with the same excited grin he had.

“No, you’ve got three and a half hours,” you corrected her. Both Jack and Lola’s faces dropped and they pouted, giving you and Chris puppy dog eyes. “We don’t want to take up Uncle Sebba’s and Aunt Margo’s whole day.” You and Chris waved at Margo over Sebastian’s shoulder as she made her way to the front door. “Three and a half hours, we’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Oh, hush. They are our plans for the day,” Margo told you, resting her hand on top of Lola’s head when Lola hugged her. “We’re more than happy to have them, you two go to your meeting then have a date night after. We’ll babysit, we don’t mind. You know how much we love these two, we’d steal them if we could.”

“Date night sounds amazing,” Chris whispered into your ear and you smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. “Are you guys sure? I mean- that is a very sweet offer,” he tried not to smile when he lowered his gaze onto his children, “to look after our two little monsters.” Jack and Lola made a face at their dad, drawing laughter from the adults. “Look at those little monster faces. Honestly, keep ‘em if you want.”

“No, Daddy!” Lola detached herself from Margo and ran over to her dad, throwing her tiny arms around his leg. Chris chuckled, lifting her into his arms to hug her; her arms wrapped around and her head buried into the crook of his neck. “I just want to spend the day here, I want to come home to you and Mama.”

“You are going to come home to me and Mama,” Chris kissed her head. “I was just kidding, sweetheart.” She pulled away and leaned back in his arms. “You know I wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me.” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Aw, don’t be like that. You know I love you, baby.” He booped her nose and she cracked a smile, which turned into giggles when Chris tickled her.

“Okay, we should go.” You told Chris when you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Chris nodded and kissed Lola’s cheek before lowering her onto her feet. “We’ll call after the meeting, and if you guys are still okay with having them- we’ll go have dinner first.” Sebastian and Margo nodded, smiling. “Thank you so much, we really appreciate it.” You descended to your knees in front of your children and opened your arms; they quickly enfolded themselves in your love. “Be good, okay? Listen to everything Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo tells you to do.”

“Okay, Mama.”

“Are we okay posting photos on Instagram?” Margo asked, knowing how much you and Chris liked staying away from the limelight. “I say photos but I meant just one, a cute little group shot.” You looked over at Chris, who nodded, and you nodded. “Awesome, I can’t wait to see the reactions. It’s going to blow up the internet, you know how much the world loves your children.”

“We are adorable, aren’t we?” Lola looked over her shoulder at Margo, grinning. Margo nodded, chuckling. “I like being famous, Mama. Everyone is really nice.” You all smiled, trying not to sigh at the innocence of a child. “I want to be an actor when I grow up too, like Daddy and Uncle Sebba and Aunt Margo.”

“Do you?” Chris winked because he already knew that. The two of them were always having their own little chats, one of them being about her becoming an actress. It happened when you weren’t home because Chris knew it wasn’t a topic up for discussion until she was much, much older. You loved the industry you were in, but you weren’t a hundred percent about having her in the same limelight you and Chris were constantly in.

“We’ll talk about it when you grow up.” You kissed her cheek then Jack’s, releasing them as you got to your feet. “Alright, we’re going to go.” You slipped your hand in Chris’ and you both headed for the elevator. “See you later.” You called as you both waved, entering the elevator.

“Now that the parentals have gone,” Sebastian smirked. “Let’s go eat ice-cream!” He announced in a deep, monster-like growl making Jack and Lola giggle. “Ice-cream for lunch!” He cheered, catching each child under his arm and carrying them towards the kitchen.

“I am surrounded by children,” Margo laughed softly, closing the front door before she followed.

• • • • • • • •

You’d called Sebastian’s phone after the meeting like you’d promised to check in with them as well as their state of mind. Children were exhausting, and if they were ready to call it a day- you and Chris could head over to pick them up. But they were fine, Sebastian and Margo were more than happy to continue to have them while you and Chris had a date night. Sebastian even told you- after Lola picked up and passed him his phone that “we’re in the middle of baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Margo and I would be lost without their help, so we’re going to have to ask for another few hours.” You were about to argue that chocolate chip cookies didn’t take that long when you remembered you could have date night with your husband. You quickly thanked them and hung up, calling your favorite restaurant in New York for a last minute reservation. It just so happened that the restaurant was only ten minutes away from Sebastian’s apartment.

“We should come to New York more often,” you joked, clinking wine glasses with Chris. “Or maybe we should buy Sebastian and Margo a house in Boston.” Chris laughed, nodding in agreement. “That way we can actually have date nights instead of planning it, only to cancel last minute and stay home.”

“I know, right?” He chuckled, lowering to glass to reach for your hand. “I’m sorry we’ve missed so many date nights, I know it sucks having our plates so full.” You turned your palm up in his hand, interlocking fingers. “I guess it’s the price we have to pay for being so good at our jobs.” He winked and you smiled. “But I promise, more effort.”

“It’s okay,” you shook your head. “I mean- it doesn’t really have to be a night out for us to call it a date night. We’ve had some pretty awesome date nights at home too,” you reminded him with a flirtatious smirk and he chuckled. “I’m just happy as long as I get to spend time with you.”

“The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” he drew your hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Okay, so what are we going to order?” You both pulled your hands away from each other and looked at your menus. “I’m thinking we get something different each and share, so we can at least try something new. We have to-” Before he could finish, his phone rang. He sighed then narrowed his eyes when he saw that it was his publicist, Susan. “Do you mind?” He asked and you shook your head, you both knew Susan didn’t call unless it was important.

“Hey Susan, could you make it quick? I’m just about to have-” He cut himself off, responding accordingly. “I’m not surprised. Yeah, Y/N and I left them with Sebastian and Margo for the day. She asked if she could post a picture on her Instagram and we said yes. Wait-” his brows furrowed. “What do you mean there’s more than one? The photos are circulating everywhere? It looks like- Okay, let me just- I’ll call you back.”

“There’s more than one photo circulating?”

“There are at least a dozen photos on Sebastian’s Instagram, documenting the day they’re having.”  He told you and you narrowed your eyes in confusion; Sebastian and Margo would never, and had never done anything to breach that trust you and Chris gave them when it came to your children. There was no way they would’ve posted more than the one photo you agreed to. “It’s not Seb and Margo who posted them.” He explained. “The photos look like they were taken by a child, the child being Lola.”

“Oh,” was all you could say before you both started to laugh. “Okay, well- we should probably call and give them a heads up. I’d say delete them, but they’re already circulating the web so there’s no point. Should we just-” you beckoned your thumb at the exit and Chris sighed, nodding. “We’ll grab some burgers on our way there.”

• • • • • • • •

You’d texted Margo instead of Sebastian because you had a feeling Lola was still using his phone from the photos being posted on his Instagram. As soon as Margo saw the text, she told Sebastian and he rushed out of the kitchen to look for Lola who was sitting on the couch happily taking selfies. He’d realized it was Margo’s mistake showing her how Instagram worked, but the selfie taking- she learned that from her mom.

“Sweetheart,” Sebastian walked over and Lola looked up, grinning. “Can I have my phone back?” He held out his hand and Lola pouted, hugging the phone to her chest. “Please?” She sighed and held it out for him to take. As you all suspected, Lola had been flooding Sebastian’s Instagram with photos. They were surprisingly good shots for a six year old, but it was definitely going to take a while for the internet to calm down. “Oh God,” he pressed his lips together, turning his wifi off altogether so he’d stop getting notifications.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, sweetheart. Not really,” Sebastian placed his phone down on the coffee table then sat down next to Lola. “You just posted photos you weren’t meant to post.” She looked confused and he chuckled softly, taking her hand in his. “Do you remember when Aunt Margo asked your mom and dad if she could post a photo of all of us on her Instagram?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Am I in trouble because I didn’t ask Mama and Daddy?”

“You’re not in trouble, but you should ask because you post anything online. Especially at this age, okay?” She still look confused so he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he continued to explain, “you see, your mom and dad, and Aunt Margo and I- we’re all celebrities. People want to know what’s going on in our lives, but that doesn’t mean we have to share everything. Some moments are better off kept to ourselves, that’s how we keep the magic of the moment. Do you understand?”

“I think so.” She scrambled onto Sebastian’s lap and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry, Uncle Sebba.” He smiled and hugged her back, kissing her head. “I didn’t mean to, I just thought because Aunt Margo did it- I should do it too. Are you mad at me?” Sebastian shook his head when she pulled away to look at him. “Will Mama and Daddy be mad at me?”

The doorbell rang and Sebastian winced, “we’ll just have to see. C'mon.” He popped her on her feet and took her hand, leading her to the front door where he knew you and Chris were waiting patiently on the other side. “That was my bad, I wasn’t watching my phone and-”

“You are a menace,” Chris teased Lola, scooping her into his arms. She giggled and hugged her dad, knowing from his tone she wasn’t in trouble. “I know when you become an actress you’re going to get lots of attention, but how about we keep you from that attention until then?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“I’m sorry did you say ‘when’?” You raised a brow at Chris and Lola, who had the same sheepish look on their faces. “When did it become a 'when’? I thought we said we’re tabling it until she’s older, like- high school older.”

“Mmmm! I smell chocolate chip cookies,” Chris quickly changed the subject and hurried off with Lola. You scoffed and Sebastian tried not to laugh, beckoning you in with his head so he could close the door behind you. “Do you know who loves cookies?” You could hear Chris with your children and you smiled. “Cookie Monster, om nom nom nom.” He mimicked the popular Sesame Street character’s voice, making Jack and Lola howl with laughter.

“I married a kid,” you chuckled with a shake of your head.

“Funny,” Sebastian wrapped an arm around you and led you to the kitchen, “that’s what Margo says to me.”

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ah! Yes, actually!! I’d say that outside of my family and Ludwig, of course, Arthur and Francine are super excited, like It took an hour to get her to stop crying tears of joy!!

It’s horribly sad, but Francine can’t have her own children. She’s a Trans woman, and also dating a cis guy (he’s the one with the pretty tattoos!)

Not that she’d impregnate Arthur if he was female though, she told me it wouldn’t be the same, that she wants to experience motherhood like any other woman does, feeling a beautiful baby grow from her love, forming a bond that is hard to replicate.

When i broke the news, she said I’m extremely lucky for what god has blessed me with. And although she may not ever have such happiness herself, that I have given her nothing but joy, both in just being me, and getting to see me grow up and bear a child of my own. To her, that is more than enough.

She is such a strong woman! I love her like family, and since they are the godparents, I feel like she already is! You can do it, Francine! <3

My Equal in All Things

Short Bellarke wedding fic in very far future canonverse, because a Griffin-Blake wedding is my aesthetic.


Bellamy looked up from the floor, squinting in the orange light of the setting sun, glaring down on them. Selene sat beside him, the train of her coat draped over the wall. 

This was the daughter Bellamy knew. Her dark hair woven into Grounder braids halfway along her scalp, before falling loose in soft waves down her back. The crescent tattoo around her left eye stood out like a rose in a patch of weeds, inky black against her golden skin. The deeper slices on her face had been stitched. The shallower ones had been left open to heal themselves. The paint was mostly gone, but Bellamy could still see the faint silhouettes of her war markings. He figured she could, too. She had showered and scrubbed a thousand times since she’d make it back home.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow as he waited for her question.

She folded her hands in her lap. “Why didn’t you and Mom ever get married?” she asked finally.

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anonymous asked:

i hope i'm not being a pain but could i request some headcanons on what levi, hange and erwin would be like as parents? thank you in advance!

Not a pain at all, anon. Enjoy! 


  • This is the man who appears as calm and collected as can be on the outside during delivery but is actually a nervous wreck. He’s so anxious and terrified that something will go wrong and he’ll lose his family again but, when nothing happens and the doctor places the baby in his arms for the first time, he’s at a loss for words. 
  • He’ll definitely worry about what kind of example he’ll set for his kid and if he’s even capable of being a good father. Levi doesn’t have a good example of how to raise a child, but he’ll strive to do his best to give them a life and childhood that he never had. 
  • The constant crying is something that he has to adjust to, for sure, but he’ll be the first one to roll out of bed at four in the morning to take care of the baby. Given that his sleeping schedule is sporadic already, Levi has no qualms with taking care of the baby until he/she calms down. 
  • When the child gets older, he’d definitely develop into the strict, but fair parent.  Levi would definitely want to give his child freedom and a chance to make mistakes and learn from them, but he’ll put his foot down if there’s something he truly doesn’t want them to do. 
  • Even though he’s a man of few words, Levi would make sure to let his kid know that they are loved, even if it’s through more actions than words. He’ll do his best to never miss a sports game or important school function because he wants his kid to have the support from their parents that he never had. 
  • All in all, Levi would be a really good father. A little unorthodox and rough around the edges due to lack of inexperience and any prior help from his own family, but he does his best to raise his kid and help them blossom into their own person. 


  • While Hanji is an incredibly intelligent and skilled individual, there is no way in hell that they know what they are doing when it comes to raising a child. They are very dedicated to their science, but I don’t think that vast knowledge extends to taking care of a kid. 
  • Hopefully their s/o is a really patient and responsible person because I don’t think Hanji would be. It’s not intentional and I do believe they would adore their child, but their brilliant mind is so all over the place that they can’t just settle down and focus on taking care of their kid. 
  • Saying that, though, Hanji would definitely be that loud parent at very and any sports event/academic achievement/extracurricular activity who cheered their kid’s name way too much and embarrasses their children. 
  • They would definitely be supportive of whatever goal/dream their kid has, no matter how unrealistic it could seem. Their child wants to be an astronaut? Go for it! Discover a lost city? They’ll help you with your research! It’s never a dull moment in Hanji’s household, that’s for sure. 
  • I can’t see Hanji being a super strict parent unless it came down to academics. They really wouldn’t tolerate their kid slacking off or being lazy when it came to using their brains so Hanji would encourage a love of learning at a super young age.


  • I think out of the three, Erwin’s s/o’s pregnancy is the most planned. When things are calm in his life and he’s secured both financially and mentally, he would be ready to start a family. He’d be nervous like every person is when their partner is in the delivery room, but he would vow to instill and teach his kid values and other life lessons. 
  • Growing up, Erwin’s child would have all their necessities and more. I don’t want to say they’d be spoiled, necessarily, but I think Erwin would reward hard work. He’d definitely encourage them to study hard and to seek out knowledge and the truth; to formulate their own opinions by reading and researching whatever they could get their hands on. 
  • That being said, I think Erwin would do his best to make sure he’s there for his kids as much as possible. He’s a busy guy, but he does his hardest to make time for his partner and family. He wants them to have a good upbringing and to have someone to lean on when the situation calls for it. 
  • That being said, Erwin would definitely be the disciplinarian parent, but not in a harsh way. I don’t see him yelling at his kid, per say, but the disappointed expression on his face and his cool words would make it feel even worse than being yelled at. 
  • Overall, I think Erwin would be quite a normal parent. He’d do his best to teach his kid everything they needed to know for the real world and more. 

anonymous asked:

How would the champions (+ Zelda) react to children wanting to be like them when they grow up?


- he gets it a lot from both children and adults (”I hope my child grows up to be just like you!”) he’s always so flattered to hear it no matter how many times he hears it

- he’ll kneel down to the kid’s level and look them in the eyes as they confess their admiration in him and he’ll either give them a nice snack or find in his knapsack to give them some inspiration

- tousles their hair and shoots them a thumbs up. “i’m counting on you!!”


- she’s so happy to hear this. as a child growing into a young woman, she was told by no other than her father that the kingdom had their doubts in her as their ruler. to hear that she has regained the confidence and trust in her people makes her heart ache in happiness

- it brings her to tears that she fights back until they part ways. she’s worked so hard to get here and it was a hard journey

- handles it elegantly with poise and dignity, igniting a deeper love within the children


- it catches her off guard, so she stammers a bit when she gives her thanks

- she’s kinda…awkward with the delivery too. “I– thank you. Gerudo women are– we all– we are raised as warriors from young kids.”

- after she elicits a chuckle or two from zelda and the other champions, urbosa decides to leave it at a simple “you can be anything you set your mind on.” and leaves with her face buried in her palm in embarrassment


- hands them his boulder breaker and lets them try to pick it up. he gives a hearty laugh and pats them on the back

- “work hard, little one! its not easy being a champion, but it is a ton of fun!”

- will also visit the kid often to see if they’re actively practicing or not losing determination. may even give personal training


- politely and respectfully smiles, gives her thanks, and bows

- she’s kind of shy, so she doesn’t try to linger and attempts to leave it at that, but she was told it may come off as rude or insincere

- with that said, she asked link to help her from time to time. link will brag about her in front of her, making her blush and fall for him more, but in the end the kid wants to be like her even more! “I didn’t know miss mipha was so cool!!!”


- LOVES to be complimented so we all know he’s pretty self indulgent when the kid shares his admiration with him

- he milks the praises and shows off his bow and his poses, eliciting cheers and “ahh”s

- doesn’t forget to make it about the kid too, though. he’ll share tips and wisdom he has for shooting a bow and being an effective warrior in battle. “I look forward to working with you in the future.”

[mod makar]

Ok so I’m re-reading Harry Potter...

On the bus during my commutes to and from school. And as I read, I’ve been making little notes and internal dialogues about things that I notice as I go (or notice again because I have no idea how many times I’ve read these books. So many times…) And I figured I might share them as I go through each book, because honestly when isn’t there a good time to geek out over the Wizarding World? Kay? Kay :)

The Philosopher’s Stone

  • Why, why, WHY does no one talk about Dumbledore’s fabulous high-heeled purple boots??
  • You know what I never noticed before? Professor McGonagall actually left Hogwarts to go to Privet Drive the day that James and Lily died. Like I mean obviously, but think about it; the first book starts out on a Tuesday (says it a couple paragraphs in to the first chapter) and we know that they died on Halloween. So the school is well into its Fall term, and it’s the middle of the week. McGonagall left the school, and all her classes, to go and sit all day long on that garden wall of Privet Drive just to wait for any information at all regarding this family. She sat there literally for hours to hear any confirmation of these wonderful yet terrible rumors. She waited and waited just to see if Harry was alright. And after just barely witnessing a distant taste of how horrid the Dursley’s were, she was completely outraged at Dumbledore’s suggestion to leave Harry there.
  • Also, there was a full day between when James and Lily were killed and when Hagrid brought Harry to Privet Drive. Imagine Hagrid taking care of baby bean Harry, loving on him so much, while probably breaking into tears every few minutes. I’m getting emotional, Hagrid and McGonagall are too wonderful.
  • I love the fact that the very first thing Mrs. Weasley does when she hears who Harry is from the twins is to make sure they treat him like a normal boy rather than going off to gawk at him. She is an amazing mother, and already so ready to protect him in a way he hadn’t known for ten years.
  • Harry and Ron’s first meeting means the world to me. These are two eleven year old boys bonding over not having much money nor being very special growing up. Will I ever make it through reading this series without getting overly-emotional at random bits? Nope, probably not!
  • I’m honestly still confused as to how Peter Pettigrew was sorted into Gryffindor. I mean he really doesn’t seem to display any of the the house traits as far as I can see. The only possible thing I can come up with is that he must’ve befriended the other three Marauders on the first train ride and was so desperate to stick close to them that he insisted the Sorting Hat place him with them. I mean the Hat does take the persons wants into consideration, he must’ve been adamant. Either that or perhaps part of the Hat’s decision is looking at where someone’s placement would benefit them most? Like “this child could do with being around these specific people so hopefully they will grow to be courageous when circumstances call for it, as well as truly loyal to those who care for and are loyal to them.” Maybe the Hat doesn’t just look at who you are but also who you need to become. And in the instance of Pettigrew, it just wasn’t enough.
  • It’s actually canon that Dumbledore likes bowling. Why does no one talk about this? More importantly, why is there no art for this??
  • Still not over how Hagrid totally sent Harry a letter with Hedwig that first week of school to make sure he didn’t feel left out.
  • Can we talk about the fact that Neville took on both Crabbe and Goyle single handed while Ron beat up Malfoy? Because FRICK YEAH go Neville!
  • Every time they mention Charlie Weasley I re-realize just how salty I am that they never had him in the movies.
  • Hagrid says Dumbledore “borrowed” Fluffy, which makes me wonder where he keeps Fluffy when he’s not living on the 3rd floor? Maybe in the forest, like Grawp? I suspect it would need to be super deep in there…
  • Honestly Snape is such an ass. I know he was technically on the good side, but he was certainly not a good person. And any Snape apologists can fight me on this.