anonymous asked:

Ginny, tell me, is it too big?

“Dirty,” Ginny says with a scrunch of her face, as she continues wrapping her gift.

“Eww, no, not when it comes to the baby,” he warns with a shake of his head.

“I’m kidding, you prude.  It looks good,” she says, her tongue coming to stick out in concentration as she tries to figure out how to get the oddly shaped toy wrapped.

“You sure, because I can’t take it back, get a smaller one,” he worries, the usually confident man, overly so in some cases, only became a worrier when it involved his girls, and particularly the little one who had him wrapped around her finger.

“There’s no time, Christmas is tomorrow, old man.”  The two of them having not heeded Evelyn’s advice and wrapped gifts as you go, instead leaving it all until the night before, Kaia’s first Christmas meaning a sleepless Christmas Eve for her parents.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

Ginny moves from her position, abandoning the half-wrapped toy, passing by Mike, who was also sprawled out on the floor with her.

“Now there’s the Christmas spirit,” she says with a laugh, brushing her hand against his beard as she makes a grab for her empty wine glass on the table.

“There’s just so…much,” he claims, overwhelmed with making his baby’s first Christmas special.

“Well the good news is she won’t remember any of this when she’s older,” Ginny says with a grin, pouring herself another glass.

He frowns at the comment.

“You want another one?” She asks, motioning to his drink.

“Nah, any more of these and you’ll be wrapping by yourself,” he says, his eyes getting sleepy.

She moves back into the room, plopping down on the floor with ease, her legs spread out so the wrapping disaster sits between her legs.

“At what point do we declare that a lost cause?” He asks, unable to hide the grimace at how ugly her wrap job is.

“You,” she says, pointing the glass at him with a squinted look towards him.  “I’m going to be the one doing most of the unwrapping anyway,” she explains.  “So you just shush.”

Mike holds his hands up in surrender.

She takes a sip of her drink, as Mike begins wrapping the next gift, taking his time, making the task look like an art form.  A very slow art.

“Hey Santa Clause, you want to hurry it up over there,” she says with a giggle, finding her joke hilarious with the late hour and wine.

He strokes his beard, refusing to take offense to the comment.

“It’s not white,” he says with a cock of his head.

“Not yet,” she says into her glass, snorting with laughter at his face upon her comment.

“I’m not that old, Gin.  Jesus.”

“There’s that Christmas spirit again,” she says, sliding on her butt over to where he’s sitting, positioning herself across from him, their legs pressed up against each other.

She leans forwards, a goofy grin on her face.

“I’m sorry,” she says with a pout.

“Don’t give me that face,” he says, looking away.  “Kaia does that all the time.”

“Yeah, where do you think I got it from?  Works every time for her,” she says with a wink.

“You really think she’ll like this?”

“Us showering her with attention and gifts?  Yeah, I’ll think she’ll like it,” Ginny assures him, reaching for his hand, scooting even closer.

His hand coming to rest on her cheek, before she leans in for a kiss, making his lips taste like sugar from the cookies she’d been snacking on.

“I’m still not going to wrap your gifts for you,” he says against her mouth.

“Come on, I’m so bad at it,” she says, giving him the Kaia face again.

“Nope, no way.”

“Ugh,” she says, pushing her curls out of her face.  “Worst Santa ever,” she declares.

“But best Dad ever,” he says with a smile shot towards her.

“Now that I can’t argue with.”

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my ask box and I will write the next five sentences.


There’s this new TV show, Jamestown, about women who were shipped to America to marry the new colonists in 1619. Guardian critic Mark Lawson complained it was somehow ~unrealistic to depict 17th century women having “modern” thoughts like… objecting to rape? And making jokes?

This is so stupid, sexist, and shortsighted, FOR A NUMBER OF REASONS: 



This is why Solange be trying to pay her to delete her account 😍😂😭

one of the loveliest feelings in the entire world is when you’re talking to one of your friends and your heart gets a sudden squeeze inside it and you then realise how much that friend means to you and how much you just love them with your WHOLE HEART
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I still can’t get my head around how many millions of people will be watching One Love Manchester its so amazing to see the world unite against something that is attempting to mess this beautiful world up !! 


Humans, from the planet Earth, are the newest sentient species of notable size to enter the galactic stage and are the most rapidly expanding and developing. They are generally seen to be very intelligent, abnormally ambitious, highly adaptable, individualistic and thus, unpredictable. They have a powerful desire to advance and improve themselves, and do so with such assertion that the normally staid Council races have been taken aback by their restlessness and relentless curiosity.

re-imagined citadel dlc photo because bioware, you can’t give me a dlc specifically dedicated to proving how much this ridiculous ragtag group of buddies love each other like family, and then give me their drunken houseparty photo… where they’re all standing in strict lines at military attention not touching each other????? like, I get it, making people interact in video games isn’t easy, but that weirdly awkward photo did break my game immersion somewhat. I haven’t been to a drunken houseparty in about five years but I can tell you, they’re gonna cram as many people as possible onto that sofa, and most of them are gonna be distracted well before the photo gets taken. 

TOP ROW: steve and vega are on krogan-wrangling duty. steve is better at it. zaeed wants wrex’s drink umbrella but wrex is watching him closely to make sure he puts it the fuck back. jack’s just…jack. miranda was meant to be looking kind of disgusted like “ugh really?” but I realised as I was colouring it looks like she was about to say something and got, um, distracted by jack’s tongue soooo……… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  its definitely canon that samara L O V E S babies and excited-daddy-to-be jacob would deffs have baby scans to show anyone and everyone. 

BOTTOM ROW: kaidan “biotic beefcake” alenko unfortunately ends up next to garrus “unreasonably bulky armour” vakarian, and is torn between “YES FRIENDS :D” and “dear god shepard your feet s t i n k” (she fell through a fishtank yesterday kaidan give her a break). sam is tipsy enough to find this all hilarious. shepard’s the only sober one there but she’s still bein a little shit and lounging over everyone because drunk garrus is handsy garrus. liara’s trying to point out that javik’s passed out to tali but its a miracle that tali’s even sitting upright after being blasted on the bathroom floor for like an hour, so its not very effective. kasumi’s trying to convince joker that his hat would make a lot on the merch market and he’s saying that if she tries it he’ll sic edi on her (edi won’t do anything but her Disappointed Face is absolutely Devastating). javik passed out like five minutes ago and let me say, if all he gets is a bit of paper taped to his head, he gets off INCREDIBLY lightly.