i want to be the mother of your children

not my cup of coffee // kang daniel

*˚○ flufffys

*˚○ College!Daniel feat. Brother!Daehwi

*˚○ word count: 1.6k

*˚○ Summary: he uses the coffee as an excuse but he doesn’t even like it.

A/N : I managed to squeeze some time for this and also sorry if its a bit too draggy in the start. My mind goes super saiyan mode when I write in the middle of the night

Originally posted by wooyoungbby

(GIF’S NOT MINE)

Things seemed to have been going south for you the past few weeks. Due to the death of your grandfather, his restaurant had been bouncing around between his children - also known as your mother and her siblings- and they were debating on who would inherit his restaurant and continue his legacy. And it was far more pressurizing when they came to know that it was the only thing that your grandfather wanted. It was even written on his testament. 

But your mother was busy with keeping up with her job and especially since she was being prepared to take the role of CEO of that company, she didn’t want to give up the chance by to take over the restaurant and start back on square one. Sure, your grandfather was famous among the locals but it simply stopped there. Hence, it explained the hesitation among the siblings and how someone would be able to make a comfortable life by giving up their already-good-enough jobs for a completely different one. So then, the responsibility fell on you and your cousins. 

“Hold on, you want me to run Grandpa’s restaurant when I’m still studying? Mom, I know I’m your favorite but can’t you think of someone else? Like Daehwi for instance. He’s pretty good with luring people in with his deceiving cuteness,” Your sweetest brother Daehwi gasped at your remark as he began to glare at you with every fiber of his being. He attempted to though, and still seemed too cute for his own good.

“(Y/N), I know you’re studying but you’re already receiving amazing grades and on top of that, you don’t have a job to attend to. You can balance things out if you give this a shot,” Your mother debated with you for hours on end. It had been a week since she brought up the topic and it still had not reached your ears. You were just so stubborn.

————

And things began to change for the worse. Neither of your cousins were willing to take up the role since most of them already had their own families and had jobs that lead them to have a stable and comfortable life. And your other cousins were just too young to take over the business yet. So everything fell on you once more. You had no choice but to say yes. You didn’t want to disappoint your grandfather for not continuing on with his legacy and on top of that, you didn’t want to lose the most important thing in your life. It played a huge role in your upbringing, going there after school to help out your grandfather with serving and just simply hanging out with the nice folks that filled the booths that your grandfather had worked so hard to earn for. Years of painstaking work wasn’t going to waste just like that, you wouldn’t let it.

After the few weeks of signing papers and ensuring that things were handled at the restaurant, it was now officially handed down to you. The nice ladies and men that you grew up with pledged their loyalty to work under your restaurant even if your grandfather had left quite long ago. Reminder to self, treat them to a nice buffet every once a month, they deserve it. Maybe add some promotions while you’re at it.

———-

After a month of managing the restaurant, you came to know that balancing it out with your studies was an exhausting job and you had mentally saluted the kids who worked multiple part-time jobs and still managed to come out with a pretty good score. You, however, had been receiving lower grades and as usual, things were going south.

“How’s my sweetest sister in the world doing?” Daehwi greeted you as the door chimed, announcing the arrival of Daehwi and his friends, Jinyoung, Jihoon, Woojin and Guanlin. You couldn’t forget their names even if you tried. 

“Terrible. I feel like slamming my head on the table,” You groaned as you looked over the expenses and the rent you had to pay by the following week.

“Omo, don’t do that because if you do, you won’t be able to talk to that guy that’s been staring at you for quite some time now. Quite some time as in, for a month.” At the mention of a peculiar happening, your head shot up as you looked over your customers. Nothing seemed unusual. It was all the regulars you see on a daily basis, getting their coffee fix or updating their friends with the latest gossip over your family’s famous lasagna.

“I don’t see any weird guy, Daehwi. If your saying this to mess with me, you better get out of here or I’m- I don’t even have the guts to hit you so just get out of my sight,” You sighed as you propped your head on your palm as you looked at him with an unamused expression. He simply shook his head in return as he leaned over the table, signaling that he wanted his words to be kept a secret from the others.

“I’m talking about that guy from your school. He’s only been going here since you took over the ownership,” He whispered before standing up straight again, but now with a little devilish smirk on his face. A guy from school? You looked over your surroundings once more and one in particular caught your eye. Well only him, since the rest were elderly that frequented the area. If you recalled, his name was Kang Daniel, he majored in Veterinary Sciences the last time you talked to him over pouring him another cup of coffee while he punched on his keyboards, typing out a last minute essay that he had to hand in the following day. He couldn’t be the one staring at you, but who else would other than the elderly ladies who were too immersed in knowing about the recent news around the town. You blushed at the thought that someone was staring at you but it soon brought you back to reality when a thought popped up. Why was he staring?

————

As you wiped the table of one of your last few customers, you looked around to check on the rest, only seeing Daniel, punching through his keyboard once more no letting out a frustrated huff, wiping his face in hopes that the agitation would be wiped away as well. Well, he was now your only customer, the rest being too old to function in the night. You walked over to him, seeing as his cup was empty yet again and he didn’t look like he would leave the place anytime soon.

“You do know that we close in an hour’s time right? I don’t think you can finish a three thousand word essay in one night, sir,” You teased as you brought the cup towards you, filling it with the black murky liquid. After you had filled his cup, he chuckled looking back up at you as he leaned back in his seat, a wide smile on his face.

“Kicking me out already? It’s only 10 pm. Don’t you close at midnight?” He replied, a little smirk tugging at his lips.

“You caught me. But don’t you feel that pushing it to the very last minute is causing you to bald?” You joked as you slumped into the seat opposite of his. To be truthful, you were only talking to him now out of curiosity ever since you came to know that he had been staring at you with heart eyes, as quoted by Daehwi.

“Don’t jinx it, I might really turn bald and my cats won’t recognize me anymore,” He pouted staring at his phone home screen before looking up towards you. He knew how to pull at your heartstrings, with the most simplest things. But it didn’t distract you from how he was letting a truck load of sugar into his cup of coffee.

“You know your putting yourself at the risk of diabetes, doc? It’s bitter for a reason,” At the mention of his actions, he quickly pulled away from adding the next packet of sugar. His cheeks began to turn bright red from the embarrassment and your melodious laugh didn’t help him at all.

———–

After numerous nights with Kang Daniel still occupying his usual seat in the corner booth, it was now routine that you greet him an hour before closing. You remembered how he had preferred his drinks sweet so instead of filling his cup with coffee once more, you placed a can of red bull by his hand. Your act of kindness was only reciprocated with a confused glance, his head tilted to the side as he looked from the can and towards you in a back and forth motion.

“I don’t want to deal with my customers falling sick, especially since exams are coming,” You sighed as you plopped into the seat opposite of him, as if it was routine.

“Thanks, (Y/N). To be honest, I only drank that coffee out of kindness. I couldn’t refuse you especially with that tired look on your face all the time.” He chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. You were wide-eyed. Did you really look that exhausted? That wouldn’t be good for customer service. You looked into the reflection of your phone screen as you hear his laughter resonating around the room.

“Don’t worry you look pretty, you always do,” He smiled, still recovering from his laughter fest a few seconds before as he pulled your wrist away, pulling your phone away from you in the process. And once he realised his actions, the room was silent. No hitting of the keyboard, no pouring of coffee or the sound of his laughter. Because the both of you were too busy looking into each other’s eyes in shock and embarrassment to even sputter a word.

Can we talk about the concept of humans adopting other sentient aliens as equal members of their families?

Like, in the posts I’ve seen so far, there’s mostly talks of humans adopting dangerous alien critters as pets but what about humans adopting sentient aliens?

“Human-George, just leave that be, they’re just a runt.” - “… No.” - “Human-George, you can’t - put them down! What are you doing?” - “Krlunk, I’m not leaving a child behind on this forsaken moon to die.” - “But they’re just a runt, not worth raising. The broodbirther and the feeders must have left it behind when they migrated 5 sols ago.” - “Are they going to come back?” - “No, Human-George, Twargs migrate for long periods of time, and we can’t spare the time to go after them.” - “Then I’ll take them with me.” “- “What?” - “I’ll take this little champion here with me and I will raise them as my own.” - “You- you can’t just do that! You can’t just spill your pack-bonding instincts- Human George!!! Get back here!” - “Don’t listen to Krlunk, kid, I won’t leave you here alone. Doesn’t matter how many appendages you have. You hungry? Thought so, let’s go get you some grub.” - (in the distance) “Human-George! The extra rations are coming out of your pay!!!” - “See if I care, Krlunk. Go eat paperwork or so.”

Imagine human patchwork families with little aliens raised and loved alonside their own, imagine some human trying to explain to crewmates how they have a Twarg sibling and a Sh’ilean sister even though their parents look very much human, imagine humans parents trying their very best to provide their alien child with the best possible care.

Also imagine it the other way around. Humans getting adopted by aliens and bonding with them just as much as they would with their own kind, either through deeds or just love. Humans building their own families in a wild mix of colours and number of appendages or eyes.

“So this is my human side of the family, see, these are my human parents.” - “Is that your larval form in their arms, Hooman-Cassandra?” - “Sort of, yeah, and this is my Gran’hroo mother and all of her children.” - “How can you have a Gran’hoo relative? I thought your kind could only come from a bonded pair of hoomans?” - “Oh, I used to live on the same mining colony as her when I was a child and I’d play with her children, spent most of my days in their house and one day I called her ‘Acraï’ - ‘mother’ in Gran’hoo language - by accident. It kind of stuck. She took me in when my parents temporarily left for another space station and I wanted to finish my education where I’d started it. When I left for my first space journey, she gave a clan insignia and called me her daughter so yeah… this is my Mom, my Dad, and my Acraï and they’re all my parents.”

you know, I remember, as a recently diagnosed autistic child, researching my condition and finding out that there were debates about whether people like me could feel love

I remember seeing an article about the autism every day video and actually asking my mother if she’d ever thought about killing me (she hadn’t and was understandably distressed by this question)

I remember as an adolescent, looking through literature from the national autistic society and noticing that almost everything was about younger children, and wondering why it seemed like I wasn’t expected to grow up

If you are one of the people involved in spreading these kinds of messages, I want you to use your infamous empathy and think about how painful that would be, and think twice before you do that again. If you are an autistic person, kid or adult, who is just finding out how some people view you, then please don’t despair. There are plenty of people in this world, autistic and otherwise, who realise how wrong such ideas are, and who will accept you for you. You’re not alone.

anti-beyonce mother of 1: real feminism is looking like shit after giving birth so me and my best friend lucy don’t feel bad about ourselves? i thought you said you were a feminist but then you looked gorgeous in the photo celebrating your children and motherhood and i don’t feel that’s fair to me, a suburban ohio mother with only 1 yacht? we just want equa–

more sentence starters !!

here’s another compilation of my fav sentence starters bc i love making these !!  feel free to add your own (◕‿◕✿)

FLUFF:

1. “Your hair is so soft..”
2. “It’s too cold! Come back!”
3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”
4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”
5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
6. Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.
7. What? does that feel good?
8. Just pretend to be my date.
9. He/She did it. No he/she did.
10. I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.
11. It’s not a double dat. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.
12. No no–it’s alright, come here.
13. I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.
14. Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.
15. If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.
16. I think I might be falling in love with you.
17. Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.
18. It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.
19. Mmm.. you’re warm.
20. You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..
21. I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..
22. No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.
23. Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really.
24. You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?
25. Please talk to me about it.
26. You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?
27.  I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..
28. I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.
29. I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.
30. I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.
31. Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?
32. So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..
33. Let’s just stay in bed.
34. We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.
35. I think I might be pregnant..
36. I want to try for a baby.
37. You would make the perfect father/mother.
38. Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.
39. I want to marry you.
40. I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.

ANGST:

41. You’re just not the same anymore..
42. It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?
43. What the hell is your problem?!
44. Why do you run away from your problems all the time?
45. You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.
46. Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?
47. I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.
48. You lost your chance.
49. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.
50. You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!
51. Calm down! You’re scaring me!
52. Don’t look at me like that.
53. Were you ever going to tell me?
54. I’m done trying to help you!
55. Sorry doesn’t fix everything.
56. You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.
57. It isn’t up for debate.
58. I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.
59. I’m fine. Stop asking.
60. I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.
61. I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.
62. Pack you shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!
63. Is this how little you think of me?
64. I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.
65.Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!
66. You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?
67. Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?
68. I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!
69. We can be friends instead.
70. I tried to move on, but nobody is you.
71. Do I look like I’ve moved on?
72. I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?
73. Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.
74. I can’t take the loneliness anymore.
75. What are you talking about? You’re married!
76. I feels like everyone just forgot I exist.
77. Maybe I’m meant to be alone.
78. I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.
79. I’ve been alone for so long..
80. But you promised..

SMUT:

81. I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.
82. I want you. Right here. Right now.
83. I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.
84. It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.
85. It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?
86. Oh don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.
87.They always make shower sex sounds so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.
88. Did you just… finish?
89. Tell me what you want.
90.Get on your knees. Now.
91.Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like..
92. I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.
93. Move your hands to the side. I want to hear you.
94. You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.
95. How bad do you want me?
96. Do you know how bad I want you?
97. I’ve been thinking about this all night.98. Don’t cover your face. I want to see you.
99. Come sit in my lap.
100. You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.

sources: x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Circle casting 101

(i don’t know the artist of the lovely photo i’ve used for this post, if you do please let me know so i can give them credit!)

A magickal circle is an energetic construct that you build or envision around yourself before working magick, doing a ritual, some like to cast a circle before meditating or reading tarots. For a solitary practitioner the circle is typically 5-6 ft in diameter, but the size expands based on the size of the group. It can be defined physically, energetically, or both.

Circles provide protection and serves as a container for your personal energy as well as the energy you conjure.

Please remember that this is just what i personally like to do when casting a circle, but that there are many methods.

Preparation for circle casting

1. Determine how much space you will need.

2. Cleanse your area. Vacuum, sweep, throw away any trash in the area.

3.Make sure you have everything you need for your ritual! Theres nothing more frustrating than having your circle casted and realizing you’ve forgotten an herb or any supplies you need for the work you’re about to do.

4. Purify your area. Light purifying incense, sage, sprinkle salt and holy water. Most importantly, Visualize the negative energy dispersing. If you don’t focus & visualize, your physical actions will have little effect. Visualization is hands down one of the most important things in any and all magickal workings!

5. Now its time to cast your circle!

Visualize protective energy coming from within you and direct it towards your casting arm. Focus it through a casting tool (Athame, wand, or hand)  and visualize a beam of energy coming from it and settling on the ground. Trace your circle with this energy, 3 times in a clockwise direction. Once for protection, once for focus, and once for power.

Call the 4 quarters

  • Face North and say “I call to the North, to the element of Earth. Grant me (us if not practicing alone) your endurance, your strength.”            Sprinkle salt onto your altar or crumble earth into a bowl on your altar.
  • Face East and say “I call to the East, to the element of Air. Grant me your creativity and your intuition.”                                                                 Light incense, wave a fan,or drop feathers onto your altar.
  • Face south and say “I call to the South, to the element of Fire. Grant me your passion and your energy.”                                                             Light candles.
  • Face west and say “I call to the West, to the element of Water. Grant me your empathy and your emotion.”                                                         Pour blessed/storm/moon/natural water into a bowl or into your chalice.

Now would be the time to call on any deities you’d wish to work with. You can call any Goddess or Angel by personalizing this to them. I typically do not personally work with deities, but if you were to want to, Call to them similar to how the Elements are called. Ex. “I call to Gaia, Mother Goddess, Spirit of Earth.” and then place an offering symbolizing them, so for Gaia you might place  grain on your altar as an offering.

If not solitary, now would be the time to invite others to the circle. The group leader typically invites others in by a series of phrases, although i know every coven has their own method fine tuned for themselves, This is just the method i’ve seen used and am familiar with.                                                                    Ex. Group leader:”Children of the Goddess, I now invite you to enter our circle.” Each member will be asked “How do you enter this circle?” The response should be “In perfect love and perfect trust.”

Now its time to raise energy. This is the most important part of this process.

Here are a few ways! There is no wrong way to do this part, and there are SO MANY ways. You can fine tune this all to you.

Witches Rune Chant

“Darksome night and shining moon,

East, then South, then West, then North,

Hearken to the witches’ rune;

Here i come to call thee forth.

Earth and water, Air and fire.

Wand and pentacle and sword,

Work ye unto my desire,

Hearken ye into my word.

Cords and censer, scourge and knife,

Power of the witches blade waken all ye unto life,

Come ye as the charm is made.

Queen of Heaven, Queen of Hell, Lend your power unto my spell,

and work my will by magic rite.

By all the power of Land and Sea, By all the might of Moon and Sun,

As I do will, So mote it be;

Chant the spell, and be it done.

Eko, Eko Azarak

Eko, Eko Zamilak

Eko, Eko Karnayna

Eko, Eko Aradia”

Meditating to raise energy. Visualize energy building and building by seeing by seeing warm, yellow light fill your body until its expanding out of your body and filling the dome above your circle and visualize it filling with energy.

Music or Drumming, Dancing and Chanting.

Once you reach your desired energy level, it is time to get into whatever spellwork or ritual you desire to preform!

ONCE YOU FINISH YOUR WORK SAY GOODBYE TO THE ELEMENTS AND THANK THEM FOR THE POWER THEY BROUGHT. ALWAYS SAY GOODBYE AND THANK ANY DEITIES CALLED ON.

I like to walk the circle the opposite way of its casting three times, and voila!

Keep in mind that this is just my method! There are many methods and this is just one of them.

Being a Mercy Main
  • what people think it's like: i wanna protect everyone! you are each my children and i, your mother. we will make it through this together!
  • what it's actually like: i have complete and total control of each of your lives. i choose who lives and who i choose to let die. you want to leave the payload to flank? then you forfeit the addictive rush that is being mercy supported. you each think this is a team effort when it is i, pulling the strings.

sakurahonu  asked:

Did no one notice that Mystic messenger is basically the whole "stranger danger"/"don't talk to strangers" thing that we were all told as kids? Only in this games case we followed the stranger and instead of getting kidnapped, we got hot people. I think about this any time there is a fic about the RFA guys as parents. "Daddy/Mommy, how did you meet Mommy/Daddy?" "So I met your mother/father when they logged into an app in an apartment that a stranger led the to......"

OMG hahahaha yes! THIS!!!! 


“How did you and mummy meet?” 

Yoosung: “I… uh… well we were both young and… we… um…. there was this app on the phone she downloaded where she thought she could talk to guys… wait no… I… online? Yes. We met online.” 

Child: “So you met through Tinder?” 

Yoosung (shocked): “Um, Yes! Okay! Let’s go with that!” 


Zen: “What?! Why do you want to know something like that? I… it was just how people met, you know, one of those star crossed fates things that happened that lead your mother and me to meet- that’s all.” 

Child: “So in other words, you don’t want to tell me.” 

Zen: “In other words, yes.” 

Child (to their sibling): “Told you he met Ma at a bar. Probably got her knocked up by accident and here we are.”

Zen: “WHAT?! THAT WAS NOT HOW WE MET AT ALL! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT AND COMPLETELY NOT APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN TO HEAR!” 

Child: “Was the bar Hooters? Is that why it’s inappropriate?” 

Zen: “MC! What the hell have you been telling these children?!” 


Jaehee: “Oh we met under odd circumstances. Your mother did a foolish thing and downloaded an app she wasn’t allowed to but that led her talking to me and that was that.” 

Child: “That’s nice Mama… but how did she get access to the app if she wasn’t allowed to have it?”

Jaehee (sweat drop): “Uh… ask… her about it, Sweetie.” 


Jumin: “Your mother followed her heart to me.”

Child: “That’s it? She just up and came to you out of nowhere?”

Jumin (stoic face): “Yes. Exactly.” 

Child: “That makes no sense Dad-”

Jumin: “No, what makes no sense is that I’m paying for the best tutor in Korea to teach you and you’re still only averaging a B in school-”

Child: “Awww Dad but-”

Jumin: “Don’t but me, I want you to tell me why…” (just relieved he dodged a bullet. Will have to ask advice from MC and the rest of the RFA (bar Zen, bastard will just laugh) about how to proceed. 


Saeyoung: “Well Mummy downloaded a mysterious app that let her speak to a strange man who told her to go to a strangers apartment and enter without permission. There the app started to work and she spoke to five beautiful people, one of them being me- and even though I tried my best to sway her advances, she finally swept me off my feet. After that we overturned not one, but two evil organisations and then came home and had some cake.” 

Child: “If you didn’t want to tell me the story that’s all you had to say Dad.” 


Saeran: “I tried to kidnap her.” 

Child: “You did not.”

Saeran: “I did. I swear. “

Child: “Dad this is pathetic, how did you meet Mum?”

Saeran (calling off to the side): “MC?! Come in here and tell our kid that I tried to kidnap you damn it!” 


V: “I had thought love to be completely out of my reach, and quite literally, out of nowehere- your mother appeared. She was helping us plan for the new RFA party.” 

Child: “Awww so you guys bonded through that whole experience?” 

V: “Mhmm, your mother was just an absolute angel.” (texting under the table to make sure MC corroborates his story to omit certain… details). 

Let’s talk about oppression.

Hi. I’m a teen. A Pakistani Muslim teen raised by Pakistani Muslim feminist parents. I am a Pakistani girl privileged enough to be born to a family that can afford to send me to an American school, and a family that believes their only daughter is worth a thousand sons. A few years ago, I realised there was a name for the notions I was raised with: feminism. I found feminism on the internet, in cheery pink-hued articles that told me I was beautiful, that I could do anything a man could do, that my body wasn’t something to be objectified.

And while these twee posts were enough to quench my thirst, in time I began to hunger for something more. I found essays on the evils of manspreading, mansplaining, and cis straight white men. This was feminism, then? The idea that men were in fact, inferior to women? I found this belief in webcomics, listicles, joke sites, even TV shows. In comment sections I watched battles unfold: how dare a man suggest these mentalities are toxic? How dare a woman agree with him?

On twitter I’d find women sharing anecdotes about Joe from work, who’d sit sprawled across his chair in a show of dominance, and how in doing that Joe was an oppressor. How the old white man across the street was probably a racist misogynist homophobic Nazi because he was white. How they were oppressed because the man in the meeting talked over them.

Here’s the thing about that. You are not silenced because a man dared to interrupt you. You are not objectified because a man had the audacity to hold a door open for you. You are not oppressed. You are not oppressed.

Spend a day with me. Walk the streets with me. I’ll show you what oppression is. It is a father forcing his daughter to cover her head, instilling in her a hatred for her religion. It is the teenage girl crying tears of mascara as she is escorted to her marriage and given into the hands of her betrothed. It is the transgender woman fearing for her safety because she lives in a country of homophobes.

Suppression is the woman whose husband forbids her from having a life outside her married one. Objectification is the girl sold as a sex slave because her family couldn’t pay their debts. It is not a man beating a woman in a foot race or performers at a strip show. Accompany me to rural Kashmir, where it’s commonplace for girls to be married off at ten, eleven years old. To the village from where our cleaner hails, where the bodies of young women wash up on the shores of the canal.

Talk about how Dave from IT mansplained programming to you to the women who never received an education because their fathers believed it unnecessary for them. Discuss internalised misogyny with the girl who has to listen to people telling her that her brothers are worth more than her. Please try. Debate the gender binary with my parents, who took years of garbage from relatives and friends on why they chose to have a single daughter.

Nobody forced you to get married at fourteen. Nobody told you that you weren’t worth sending to school because bearing children was all you were good for. You never saw the corpses of murdered girls floating in the canal. You are lucky enough to never have to experience that. You are not oppressed. This is not something to be ashamed of. Please be thankful for it. Please know that there are women in the world who would die to be where you are now. You are not oppressed.

Because look at you. You are educated, you were allowed to thrive, you can do what you like to do. Nobody views you as a unit. When you were born, they were just glad they had a baby; they didn’t care about your gender. Growing up, you had access to all the same privileges as boys. Don’t forget that.

I am not oppressed. I am educated in a country where 62% of illiterate children are girls. My father never forced me to cover my head, or stopped me from having friends of the opposite sex. My mother never told young tomboyish me to be more ladylike. I attend a private school, and I have a college fund. I am privileged, and I am not ashamed, but I want to help women in my country. I aim to be a politician or a journalist and use my platform to speak about women’s issues. Someday, I will make a change. And you can too.

Peace.

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BRING IT ON!

Glitchtale by Camila Cuevas

Speedpaint will be available tomorrow because it’s like 2 am here and I’m bone tired. And this pic is screenshotted. I’ll minimize the original picture tomorrow

https://youtu.be/3eVJ0-PD_SI Edit:HOLY CHRISTMAS, I WAS NEVER THIS HAPPY AT 8 AM :OOOOOOOO STAYING UP UNTIL 2 AM WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT!!!


 I just came up with a dialog frisk could say to betty, because of lols XD 

Frisk: You know, I propably shouldn’t say any of this…it’d make me a real hypocrit. I did kill my friends in another timeline just out of curiosity. No one other than sans and asriel knows about my dark past. And I even messed up my friendship with sans by bringing the reset up. I’m not proud of myself. I wish I had done better and just shut up about it. The irony here is though, that after my mistakes, a friend got a new chance for a new life and is no longer an empty shell. So in a way, making a mistake made us all happy again. pretty ironic, isn’t it? Even a little funny… hehe…but you know what is even funnier? I’m not trying to find a way to reset anymore…‘cause if I did, that means killing you won’t do anything, if you came back. I trusted you…no, WE trusted you! You made one of the kindest monsters go to prison, manipulated a traumatized mother to kill innocent people, you slaughtered children in a school and you murdered two of my friends…sans wanted the future…alphys a new start…I am NOT letting this continue any further… A friend once told me, that on beautiful weather, while the birds are singing and flowers are blooming… kids like me should be burning in hell… you though…hehe…hehehe YOUR HELL HAS JUST BEGUN!

edit: I just realized that the swords design is wrong…*dying inside*

A Rocket to the Moon |  (m)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | Roommate AU

Count: 21k words

Warning: oral sex, squirting, kitchen wrist icicle, sassy characters, crack smut, unprotected sex, swearing and blasphemy. 

Summary: It was a harmless attraction until you found yourself boldly ruining your entire friendship and roommate dynamic with your colleague, Jeon Jungkook. Alternatively, sexy and lovely times with nerdy roommate Jungkook; romance with no plot. Dumping all 4 chapters into a big post. M. list

Home (n):
1. Home is where the heart is.

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Predicting Future Child’s Sign

So I’ve been researching this topic on and off so I thought I’d make a post about it now.
Some of the information I write is subject to change, this is just info I’ve gathered and wanted to share with others and let them have their take on it.

So I have discovered that astrology can predict the sign/dominant influence of your future children. Now, the methods of predicting this, I have no idea how well it works or if it works at all, but I think it’s kind of fun to look at and it worked in my family’s charts.

The first method is simply looking at your rising sign and sun sign. It is very common for the person’s children to have their parent’s rising sign as their sun sign and vice versa. 
For example, my mother is a Sagittarius Rising with an Aquarius sun and my biological father is a Gemini Rising with a Pisces sun.
I carried over my mother’s rising sign as my sun sign. My brother carried over my father’s rising sign.
I believe this also works with moon signs as well. My brother took my mother’s sun sign as his moon (so he’s a Gemini sun/Aquarius moon). 

Whether you see this method in your charts/parent’s charts/future children’s charts, you should specifically notice a lot of Conjunctions, Oppositions, and Squares between you and your family members in your inner planets (sun, moon, rising). Hopefully just conjunctions and oppositions because squares usually mean a rough relationship between you and your parents or a not so great childhood.

The next method is looking to the 5th House. The 5th house represents everything you create whether it be something related to art or the children you bring into this world. 
For predicting one’s children through the 5th house, it is important to look at both parent’s charts to get the full idea. You can look at one chart alone, but it may not paint the whole picture.
Look to see if there’s any planets in the 5th house. Zero planets doesn’t mean you are denied children (it’s just not a priority in your life. Keep in mind that stuff can still transit into your 5th house), but having planets in there can help describe what your child will be like. 
Sun in the 5th House
Higher chance of your first born to be male. Possibly a strong Leo or Sun influence to their chart. Strong likelihood of spoiling this child more than the others (if this goes on for their whole childhood they kind of become a “mama’s boy”). The child’s energy will naturally carry over some fiery traits. 

Moon in the 5th House
Higher chance of your first born to be female, lots of children in general if the individual has a water/earth moon sign that isn’t badly aspected. Possibly with a strong Cancer or Lunar influence to their chart. This placement makes for very caring children. The child’s energy will be pretty watery and emotional; maybe even moody at times.

Mercury in the 5th House
I believe the chance for a male or female child is equal, maybe even a chance for twins, especially if the individual has a lot of Mercurial/Mutable influences in their chart. Possibly a strong Gemini/Mercurial influence to the child’s chart. This will make for a very talkative, charismatic, jack of all trades type child. The child’s overall energy will be very airy/mutable.

Venus in the 5th House
Higher chance of your first born to be a female. Possibly a strong Venusian or Libra influence to their chart. The child is likely to be quite popular, beautiful, and artistic; all of the elegant traits that come along with Libras. The overall energy is quite feminine and airy. 

Mars in the 5th House
Higher chance of your first born to be a male, if not, you can expect a female child to be very tom boyish. Possibly a strong Mars or Aries influence to the child’s chart. The child will most likely pursue anything sporty or active. The child’s overall energy should be quite fiery and masculine.

Jupiter in the 5th House
No specific indication whether the first born will be male or female, but it will definitely have a prominent Jupiter or Sagittarius influence to their chart. The child will be very interested in their parent’s spirituality and morals and will learn a lot from their parent. The child will have high philosophical views and view life to its fullest.

Saturn in the 5th House
No specific indication where the first born will be male or female, however if the individual with this placement decides to have children, it probably won’t be until they are a lot older. That’s where it gets complicated because the people who have a child when they’re older tend to encounter issues with the child whether it be deformities, illnesses, or relationship issues between the parent and the child. So if you have this placement and don’t want children, don’t leave it too long to change your mind. The child will most likely be quite earthy and very disciplined in their younger years.

Uranus in the 5th House
No specific indication whether the first born will be male or female. The child will most likely have a very strong Aquarian/Uranus influence to their chart. You can expect the typical Aquarian traits in this child; eccentricity, rebellious, freedom fighter, etc. The overall energy the child carries will be airy.

Neptune in the 5th House
No specific indication whether the first born will be male or female. The child is likely going to have a strong Piscean/Neptune influence in their chart. The child will have a vast imagination and day dream quite a bit. Very sensitive and may even develop some psychic abilities. The overall energy the child carries is watery.

Pluto in the 5th House
Possibility of either a male or female child with this placement. The child is likely going to have a Scorpio/Pluto influence to their chart. If the child is male, he is likely going to be quite handsome. The child may be secretive or hides their feelings from the parent, especially if the parent’s relationship with the child isn’t strong. The overall energy the child carries is almost a mix of fire and water.

Now I know what you’re thinking, “first child? What about others?”
The next part of the method explains how to figure out the second child. When we look to our second, and third, and fourth child, we look a house over. The second child is predicted in the 7th house, third child in the 9th house, and so on. The reading for the planets in the 7th, 9th, 11th, etc are the same as the 5th, but they just correspond to whichever child is next (example; Venus in the 7th house means the second child is likely to be female…). 

I used this method on my parent’s charts to see if they accurately predicted me and my brother.
In my father’s 5th house, he has Pluto. My brother was born a Scorpio rising and Pluto being third most dominant planet in his chart. In my mother’s 7th house, she has Jupiter. I was born a Sagittarius sun dominant. Furthermore, my mother has the moon in the 5th house which lead to her being the dominant guardian of my brother and I (Moon in the 5th house make for good mothers). 


Some additional notes I’ve gathered on conceiving children…
Bad placements for conceiving children,
-Lack of major aspects to the moon in a woman’s chart
-Malefic Mars aspects (especially if the person has Pluto in a child bearing house)
-Saturn in the 5th house (not impossible, but read above about it)
-If Mars is in the 5th house with harsh aspects

Special placements meaning other things,
-Neptune and Uranus in a child bearing house (especially 5th) can mean adoption.
-If Moon, Mars, and Venus are in duel signs and aspected to Mercury, there will be a high chance of twins. If the planets are in masculine signs, expect male twins. In feminine signs, expect female twins. If a mix of the two, one male, one female.
-An individual with a strong, harmonious sun-mars aspect are more likely to have male children. With a strong, harmonious sun-venus aspect, female children.

Might add onto this in the future, but for now, enjoy! If you have any questions let me know.

Accidental Potion Slippage

IMAGINE: Draco knew there was something wrong when (Y/N) started fawning over a Weasley. Why the hell did she decide to like a Weasley when he was just about to ask her out? 

[gif is not mine. just a bit of fluff. once again from this prompt (x). a bit wordy once again.] 

warnings: swear words

words: 1.6k +


Draco looked at his best friend who was now currently fawning over a Weasley. A Weasley of all people! He stabbed his eggs viciously, then groaned when it fell off his plate. Can nothing go right? Since when did (Y/N) watch Weasley with stupid love heart eyes? And since when can he not eat eggs?

“Stop staring,” Draco grumbled.

(Y/N) turned to Draco, “Huh? Did you say something Draco?”

He rolled his eyes, “Stop staring at the Weasley, you might catch his Weasley-ness.” Draco scrunched up his nose at that thought. “Disgusting,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” (Y/N) placed a hand on top of the table and placed her chin on it. “I mean the way that he eats, it’s just,” she didn’t finish speaking, she just closed her eyes and smiled. And bloody hell was that a small moan emitting from her mouth?

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Blaise asked as he sat down in front of (Y/N). He followed her stare to the Gryffindor table. “A Weasley?”

“Like you can talk Zabini,” Theo piped up. He received a light punch to the arm by Blaise. “Dick.”

“I swear to god she’s been slipped a potion,” Draco muttered. It was the only explanation. She didn’t like the Weasley’s…the only ones that she can stand were the twins and they were long graduated, and the Weasley girl. Unless… she did really like Weasley. Draco shuddered. No, it definitely wasn’t that. (Y/N) disliked the Weasley’s, not as much as Draco but still.

“I’m right here,” (Y/N) groaned. “And I wasn’t slipped a potion. It’s just you know when you wake up and see someone in a different light, and suddenly they’re the only person you can think about?”

Draco sat there silently. Of course he knew, he’s been feeling that way towards her ever since fifth year. He was hoping to ask her to Hogsmeade, maybe join his family’s holiday to Germany, but (Y/N) taking a fancy to Weasley certainly put a damper to his plans.

“But he’s a Weasley,” was all Draco came up with. It sounded pathetic even to him, even though he would never admit it.

“Names are just labels.” They all watched as Ron walked out of the Great Hall with Potter next to him, then they turned to (Y/N) who started packing up her things.

“And where are you off to?” Blaise asked. “We have a free.”

“So does Ron, maybe I can catch up to him.” (Y/N) picked up her bag and ran towards the exit.

“For fucks sake, you’re screwed mate,” Blaise said as she bit into a muffin. Draco groaned and smacked his head against the table.


“Draco! There you are! I need help!” (Y/N) called out as she rushed to her best friend.

Draco placed the book he held in his hands into his bag, “What is it?”

Hold my hand so he gets jealous.(Y/N) pointed to Weasley who was laughing loudly with the other Gryffindor’s. Draco gritted his teeth, he had to pinch himself because he knew that he would do some serious damage to his mouth if he continued.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re my best friend, you’re extremely attractive and Ron hates you? Please?” (Y/N) pleaded, then turning on her charm -she pouted at Draco. She knew that if she did this action he wouldn’t say no.

Draco internally groaned, fuck, it was that pout. The one that made him want to snog her, the one that made her adorable as fuck. “Fine.”

(Y/N) smiled and intertwined their hands together. Draco had to rein his gasp when (Y/N) took his hand. Fuck her hands were dainty and small, and so soft. He relished in the feeling for a moment. Unconsciously his thumb rubbed her palm, she threw a curious glance in his way.

Draco could feel sweat emanating from the pores of his hand, all he could do was pray to the gods that she didn’t feel how sweaty it was. He allowed himself to be strolled to the Gryffindor’s.

“Hey guys,” (Y/N) greeted with a smile.

“Hey (Y/N),” Hermione spoke, her tone friendly. Then she turned to Draco, “Malfoy.”

“Hi Ron,” (Y/N) greeted bashfully. The red-head looked at the Slytherin and smiled. Out of all the Slytherin’s she was by far the nicest he came across.

“Hi (Y/N).”

Draco narrowed his eyes. He did not like that tone. He clenched his hands, forgetting he was holding (Y/N)’s. She returned the action by squeezing his hand, almost to the point that he squealed out in pain.

He stood there awkwardly, looking at the trees, the clouds, anywhere but the group. He managed to filter out (Y/N)’s disgusting love-filled talk to Weasley. Draco was too focused in not being focused that he missed Ron’s weird looks at (Y/N), Hermione’s curious stare. He also missed Harry’s eyes widening in understanding. He sighed in relief as he felt himself being dragged away.

Once out of earshot, (Y/N) removed her hand from Draco’s. “Ew your hand is sweaty.

How the hell was he supposed to reply to that? Sorry that my hand was sweaty, it was just I’ve been dreaming of holding your hand since fifth year when I found out that I love you, and I’m pretty sure I want to marry you and have children with you? And that mother and father found out that I love, so they’re now pushing marriage upon me? That my mother gave me a ring from the Malfoy vault, so when I got the courage to fucking ask you out and not fuck it up, I have the perfect ring for you? Unfortunately that was not how it happened.

“My palms get sweaty whenever I’m near something hideous,” Draco drawled.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Shove off, you git.” She laughed at him and linked her arms with his. “I got a date with Ron!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.


(Y/N) stormed through the courtyard, pass the Slytherin’s and once she reached where the Gryffindor’s usually sat, she slapped Ron as hard as she could. “What the fuck, Weasley?”

Draco, as well as the other Slytherin’s, ran to where the commotion was. Luckily, they came at the right moment, they heard the gasps and the laughter as Weasley stood there dumbfounded.

“Why the fuck did you slip me a love potion?” Her teeth were bared, her hair wild and her eyes furious. She began advancing, making Ron step backwards, finally Harry stood between them.

“I think I can explain.”

“You better have a fucking good reason as to why I was acting like an imbecile fawning over Weasley,” (Y/N) spat.

“That wasn’t meant for you,” Harry yelled. Afraid for himself and his best friend. “It was for someone else in your House.”

“Who?”

Harry looked sideways, “Potter, I swear if you don’t tell me right now, I’ll hex your balls!”

“It was for Parkinson!”

(Y/N) stepped backwards, she laughed, “Pansy?”

“Ron and Pansy had a bet going to see who could slip a love potion,” Harry explained.

“That has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard! And so illegal!” (Y/N) looked wildly at the red head, she walked towards him. “You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances!”

(Y/N) turned around, her hair hitting Ron in the face. She stormed past the Slytherin’s. Draco chased her. For someone so small she really could cover a lot of space. Upon reaching her, he noticed that they were in their secluded space that they discovered when they were in third year.

“Ruin your chances?” It was meant to be an ‘are you okay’? But all that was going through Draco’s heads was; what was the chance?

She lifted her head and looked at him, “What?”

He gestured behind him with his thumb, “Before you left. You said: ‘You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances’.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “For the love of Merlin, Draco! Are you really that daft?”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise, “I’ve been trying to tell you that I fancy you.”

Draco pointed at her, then himself, “You like me?”

“I honestly don’t know why,” (Y/N) mumbled.

“You like me?”

She rolled her eyes again, “I think we’ve covered this. Now it’s your turn; do you like me?”

“Uh-huh,” was all Draco could say. He nodded dumbly as well. He must have looked like a right twat. “Date me?” He could have really slapped himself right then.

She winced, “Oo, when though? My schedule’s a bit busy.”

“What?”

“Merlin, I really hope that’s not the only thing that you’re going to say when we go to dinner next week.”

Draco shook himself out of whatever he was in, “Right.” He straightened his robes and looked at her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me next week?” He put his hand out to her.

She looked at it skeptically, “Draco, I don’t know if you know but dating isn’t usually a business contract. It’s usually not sealed with a handshake.”

He abruptly put his hand to his side, not knowing what to do he began side stepping. After doing that action for a couple of seconds, he gathered up the courage and looked at her. Draco saw as amusement was etched on her face, her biting her lip in order to stop herself from laughing at him. “How do you seal it then?”

She took a step forward, then another until she was in front of him. Grabbing him by the lapels of her robe, she pulled him close to her, “Like this.” Then (Y/N) pulled Draco, pressing her lips to his.

You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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‘‘No matter where I am,

No matter where you stand,

I will always be your mother,

And, you will always be my son…’‘

Wanted to do something special for mother’s day. So, here is a little doodle of Adrien with his mother. 

I want to point out something… Mother’s day, though it is a special day for many, for others, it’s a reminder of something they’d rather forget. Even though some biological mothers aren’t there for you as a son/daughter, remember that ‘’mother’’ isn’t just the woman who gave birth to you. 

The meaning of being a mother is virtually endless. A mother is a protector, disciplinarian and friend. A woman who’s nurturing and caring ways qualify her as a mother. Mothering is a special gift designed to help and comfort others who need your strength. Whether you are a mom with no children or many, an empty-nester or a new mother, a loving aunt or friend, Mother’s Day is for you.

So Happy Mother’s day to all of you lovely ladies out there ^^

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I need to tell you something, but I do not know where to begin. When I was in Coburg… Leopold… Leopold told me that he believes that he is my father. Your mother and Uncle Leopold? He asked me not to tell… anyone. But I find I cannot bare this alone. Albert, listen to me. Yes, of course Leopold wants to believe he is your father, any man would. But he can’t know for certain. But I’m an impostor. Our children. Our marriage. All of it built on deceit. I would be a bastard, Victoria. I’m ashamed to stand by your side.

Infatuation - Part 1

Originally posted by jaebuim

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 (M) PART 9  PART 10 PART 11

Summary: You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad. 

Genre: Romance, teacher, single dad

Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing

Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4

Authors Note: This is my first fanfic and I am not really sure what everyone will think of it but please give me some feedback! Oh and I hate when fanfics don’t have a slight twist to them so don’t think I’ll keep you bored! I want some action and suspense here :) 

Chapter 1:

You walked out of your last exam feeling excited because you finally finished your senior year of high school. All that was left was graduation day! You were excited for this upcoming summer because you finally had a car, a job, and more time with your boyfriend, Yugyeom. You were also excited because college would start in August, which meant a new chapter in your life. 

You had been working hard during the semester to maintain your rank as number 1 in the class. After your hard work, you finally became valedictorian, and you would be giving a speech to your fellow classmates on graduation day. You were ready for a nice and refreshing summer. 

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I will make them pay for this

Originally posted by dailyalexhogh

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3735
Warning: Mention of rape and death, a little bit of blood, cursing, a fight

Notes: Hello everyone! Here’s my second one-shot which prevented me from studying for my upcoming exam! But I’m not complaining! English is not my native language, I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. I hope you’ll enjoy it!


You could hear the laughs and music coming from the feast, which took place in the great hall, not too far from the hut you shared with your husband Ivar. It was a celebration night, like every night was since the sons of Ragnar came back a week ago, boats full of gold, silver and slaves. You wished you could have gone with them; it’s been a long time since you fought and you missed it. But, you were a mother of two beautiful babies now, your son Sigtrygg was 5 years old and your daughter Freydis was 3. They became the most important thing in your life; you had to stay alive to raise and protect them. 

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Young Justice Batmom: Part 8

AN: It has been forever and a day since I last updated this. I love how it turned out and I’m happy this got voted number one! For those of you who don’t know I held a poll on twitter to decide which series update I should post to day and YJ Batmom won! Make sure to follow me on twitter for more polls, and previews! Click Here to go to my twitter!

This chapter is dedicated to @audreythetealovingcat she’s been working on some super top secret stuff for me, and It’ll be going live soon! Thank you again so much, you continue to astound me!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7


    You complete the obstacle course without throwing up, which in your book… is a win. Especially since you’d thrown up the last two times you’d done it. If your father could see you now he’d be screaming.

           Years of physical training had gone down the drain in the years since you’d left your father’s organization and married Bruce. You’d never thought you’d have to fight again, and yet … here you were.

           “You’re getting better.”

           You crack open an eye to stare at your son, he’s balancing on his hands, on top of a ball. For a minute, you consider the possibility of him being part seal. You dismiss this as you heave your upper body into a sitting position. “I’m too old for this stuff.”

           Dick cracks a grin, “You’re in your twenties.”

           You nod, “My point exactly. That, and the fact that my husband is a task master.”

           Your eyes slide over to your husband. He’s standing in the corner writing notes on a clipboard. He glances at you for a second before writing something else down. Then without looking at you he says, “You’re the one who wanted to get back in fighting shape. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and compared to Ra’s, I’m a freaking walk in the park. Now then, let’s go again.”

           You stare at him, “I want a divorce.”

           Dick slumps onto your back, and wraps his arms around your neck, before asking, “I can live with you, right? And Alfred will come with us, right?”

           Bruce smiles at the two of you before dropping the clipboard and rushing both of you. It’s instinct that has you hopping to your feet. Dick’s legs wrap around your waist, and then you’re running.

           You’re at the disadvantage, and you know it. You’re out of shape, and carrying a thirteen-year-old boy on your back. It’s honestly amazing that you last as long as you do. Bruce takes both of you down while taking the brunt of the fall.

           The three of you collapse in a laughing heap and just lay there. Dick is sandwiched in-between the two of you when he laughs, “We should do this more often.”

           You sigh, “Some families do a game night.”

           Bruce and Dick look at each other for a minute before shaking their heads and saying, “Nah.”

           You roll your eyes and hop to your feet, “Well I am going to go take a shower.”

           Bruce sits up, “What are you talking about, you still have laps to do. You didn’t beat your obstacle course time.”

           You glare at him, “You want to go back to being a billionaire playboy, don’t you?”

           “If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t even entertain that thought.” Alfred says as he enters the gym. “I worked long and hard to put the idea of lifelong companionship in his mind, and I refuse to go back to bimbos walking around in his dress shirts.”

           You glance at your husband, “When the hell did that happen? We got together when we were twenty. After you’d been training for two years.”

           Bruce winces, “I was sixteen, and he was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend.”

           Alfred rolls his eyes, “Like I was going to be that stupid.”

           You stare at your husband, and he stares back, before he says, “How about I forget about the laps, and we stay married.”

           You smile, “Okay, but only for Alfred’s sake.” You lean down and kiss your husband, when you pull back you whisper in his ear, “And maybe a bit for my own as well.”

           He pulls you back down for another kiss, before whispering, “Do you want some company?”

           You glance over at Dick who’s on the parallel bars, “Well we certainly wouldn’t be missed.”

           You grin at each other when the alarm goes off. He growls and you frown. Dick dismounts and simply says, “Let’s go guys.”

    You and Dick head straight for the Mountain while Bruce changes into his gear. You don’t bother with the mask or changing. At this point, the secret’s out, and you could not care less. You watch your son spar with Kaldur, and you find the Artemis at your side a moment later.

    “Hi Mrs. Wayne.”

    You smile at the girl, “Hello, Artemis.”

    The archer smiles back, “Why do you look like you’ve spent the morning getting your butt kicked.”

    You sigh, “Because I live with bullies, and I am waaay out of practice.”

    Artemis chuckles and takes a seat next to you, “So it’s possible to lose the skills, then?”

    You shrug, “I wish that were the case. Instead it seems to be more along the lines of they’re in hibernation. Then I find myself pinned and they seem to wake up a little at a time, and then my body just moves.”

    “Self preservation wins out.”

    You nod, “It would seem so.”

    There’s a moment of silence before she asks, “So does this mean you’re joining the Team or the League?”

    You snort out a laugh, “Neither. I’m a reserve member. I only go if they need me.”

    “Do you have a costume?”

    Your eye twitches, “I don’t do tights.”

    She laughs as Bruce enters, and you follow the kids to the command center. By the end of the briefing your eye is twitching, and you’re radiating anger. No one seems willing to approach you, with the exception of Bruce, and even he seems hesitant.

    “Y/N,” He says slowly.

    “Don’t you dare try to keep me from going, Bruce Wayne.” He winces at the use of his name.

    He tries again, “Y/N…”

    “I hate that damn clown, I hate him with everything I have. He needs to be put down, and I don’t want my kids near him.” Bruce stares at you, and your eyes narrow, “What?”

    “Two things. One we don’t kill, and two when did we get ‘kids’? Last time I checked we had a kid. Singular, not plural.”

    You roll your eyes, “The minute I became den mother those kids became ours. I’ve already dealt with the Joker hurting Dick once, I refuse to see it happen again.”

    “He knows the risk. We all do.”

    “He’s thirteen Bruce.”

    “And what could you do at thirteen?”

    “That’s a different situation.”

    “How?”

    “I was raised by an immortal psychopath who thought it was fun to pit his children against each other.”

    Bruce hesitates for a minute, “What would you suggest?”

    “Send two of the League with them, and I can help the League.”

    Bruce stares at you, “You’ve only been training for …”

    “My whole life Bruce. I’ve been training for my entire life. I’m rusty, I won’t deny that, but I can help take down some plants.”

    He stares at you in contemplation, before sighing. Then he lifts his finger to his earpiece and says, “There’s been a change of plans, Hell Cat and I are going with the Team.” There’s a moment of silence before he barks back, “Of course I’m sure. I’d be next to useless against giant plants. Batman out.”

    You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll go suit up.”

    Dick is less thrilled than you are by the news. “I can’t believe my parents are going on a mission with me! I’m thirteen, I don’t need a babysitter.

    You scoff from your seat in the bio ship, “Richard Grayson, get your temper tantrum under control now, or you can wait in the ship.”

    His head turns to stare at you with the use of his full name, “MOM!”

    You raise an eyebrow, and stare back before he relents and slumps into his seat, “Let’s get one thing straight. The minute I became den mother you all became my kids. This mission is an active fight against high level villains, and I’ll be damned if I let some stupid clown hurt my kids.”

    The kids turn to face you, a bit surprised by your declaration, but no one protests. There’s several moments of silence before Bruce says, “Looks like your days of being an only child are over kid.” There’s a stunned silence before the ship bursts out in laughter.

    The mission is hard, and by the end you want nothing to do with swamps, bugs, or plants ever again. In fact, you’re even considering sabotaging Alfred’s ficus. But you consider it worth it to see Bruce punch out the clown, especially after he went after your baby with a knife.

    “Wow those mosquitos really did a number on you.” Artemis smirks.

    You try to resist the urge to scratch one of the numerous bites on your skin, “Yeah, I can’t leave the house without being doused in bug spray during the summer. Mosquitoes flock to me.”

    “You need a better suit.”

    “Oh, I have ideas for that!” M’Gann calls from the other side of the room. And before you know it the rest of the kids are all pitching in their ideas, before Kaldur says loudly, “Perhaps we should let our mother have some say.”

    You blink owlishly for a moment before, M’Gann says, “Well, Mom?”

    Artemis nudges you with her elbow, “Aunt Y/N?”

    Wally and Dick grin at you, and then Conner too asks, “Mom?”

    You glance at Bruce over their heads and he smiles at you. Smiling you open your arms and say, “We’ll talk about it later. For now, group hug!”

    Then you’re surrounded by your kids. You glance at Dick who’s hanging off your back, and he simply smiles and says, “I guess we’re one big happy family now.”

    You smile and say, “You’re still my baby.”

    He just groans.