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When both Mama Ignis and Papa Gladio aren’t home XD

cutie-captain-funsize  asked:

Squad Leader. Take a deep breath and stop for a moment. You're still here. Still with the ones who love you and care about you. Me. The other cadets. The other Squad Leaders (Mama and Papa). So please don't beat yourself up. Because you mean so much to all of us here. You've listened to every single one of our problems, Squad Leader, so it's our turn to show you how loved you are. (I hope you're alright Daddy. I wanted to give you a pep talk like you give us them). Cadet Cutie-captain-funsize x

That’s just so incredibly cute and wonderful, my heart is beating with happyness. Thank you so much for this. I will keep it all in mind and try to be strong and get over it soon

anonymous asked:

Anon from before and I meant E 🙃

Sharing a drink.

Based on this.

“Papa, Mama,” James called, running into the sitting room where his parents sat.  “A package has arrived from Virginia.” 

Eliza looked at her husband, nervous about so many things that could possibly mean.  It could be someone else somehow attacking his name who had not yet realized his publication clearly his name had come out, that they were now free of the nonsense plaguing them all. 

Alexander rose and handed William to her before he followed James out of the room.  Eliza took the baby graciously.  He was such a good boy, her little Billy, calm and sweet with his father’s eyes and smile.  When John was born, Alexander had been so busy with work that he’d barely had time to enjoy it.  He was relishing it more with William.  Every afternoon he stopped work early to come hold this little one.  

She didn’t want to think of what he thought as he did, besides that he loved this baby like he loved all their babies, like he loved her.  Whatever else there might be in the world, there was that.  And she’d weathered so much for so long resting on that. 

When he was with William, it only reaffirmed it all.  

Eliza kissed his forehead.  “You’re my little godsend.” 

James followed Alexander back into the room, a wine cooler in his arms.  Alexander instructed him where to set it and then shooed him out of the room. 

“It’s from the Washingtons.”  

James came back in with a case of wine and Alexander filled the cooler with them. 

He settled back on his heels to examine it.  “A token of friendship, he says.” 

There was something odd in his voice: surprise, she realized.  She’d so rarely seen her husband truly thrown off.  Eliza set William down and put her hand on Alexander’s back. He angled the letter so she could read it and tears sprang to her eyes.  

Even Angelica had paused for just a moment before supporting her and Alexander in this.  But General Washington did not hesitate and besides her father and her husband, there was no one on earth whose judgment Eliza put faith in.  

“Well, we’ll have to save this for something very important,” she said, failing to think of who might be worthy of wine from such a man. 

Alexander took her hand and kissed it.  “I’d like to share a glass with you now.  Just one.”

She nodded and he handed her a glass.  His hands wrapped around hers, steady in everything.

“To Washington,” he toasted. 

“To life.”

“To you.” 

anonymous asked:

What would Class 1-A's reaction be if Eri called Izuku and Ochako her "mama and papa"???

ehehehehehehe

Honestly just imagine it, the class is in the common room watching a movie, Ochako walks in with a big bowl full of popcorn and hands it to Eri, “Here you go, extra butter like I promised!”

And Eri just takes it with a smile and a cheerful, “Thanks mama!” Before going back to watching the movie, completely oblivious to the fact that the whole class is much more interested in Ochako, who is currantly stuck in place blushing like mad, then the movie.

So interested in fact that they don’t notice Izuku coming in with a glass of juice before handing it to Eri, “You wanted orange right Eri-chan?”

Eri smiles at him and takes it, “Thanks papa!” Before again going back to the movie as if she didn’t say something that rendered the two teenagers absolutely speechless.

The class says nothing, and the two of them sit down, as far apart as they can manage, hoping the shock of Eri’s words would stop anyone from actually saying anything, a hope that is dashed when Todoroki speaks up, “Wait…then does that make All Might her grandpa?”

Soon after that, all hell breaks loose, Hagakure and Tsuyu congradulating Ochako on being a mom, Tenya spluttering and waving his arms around like mad while yelling about the sanctity of legal child adoption, Kirishima crying uncontrolablly about how manly Izuku is, Kaminari and Mineta a mere fraction of a second away from going into a jealous rage over Izuku’s seemingly endless luck, Momo fretting about the logistics of this whole mess while Kyouka sits next to her catatonic over the mere concept, Katsuki yelling (then again what else is new), etc.

All the while Izuku and Ochako try and do some damage control, panicing all the while, the chaos only stopping when Eri says that she can’t hear the movie, after which the class sits back down while the “parents” try and not die of their faces catching on fire, knowing that the questions and discord while continue after the movie is over.

Meanwhile Mina quietly hums to her self in satisfaction, musing that bribing Eri with all that candy was well and truly worth it.

Mamá, papá:


No me grites. Te respeto menos cuando lo haces, y me enseñas a gritar a mí también, y yo no quiero hacerlo.


No me des siempre órdenes. Si en vez de órdenes a veces me pidieras las cosas, yo lo haría más rápido y con más gusto.


Cumple las promesas, buenas o malas. 


No me compares con nadie, especialmente con mi hermano o hermana. Si tú me haces lucir mejor que los demás, alguien va a sufrir, y si me haces lucir peor que los demás, seré yo quien sufra. 


Cuando yo hago algo malo no me exijas que te diga el “por qué lo hice”. A veces ni yo mismo lo sé.


Cuando estés equivocado en algo admítelo y crecerá la opinión que yo tengo de ti y me enseñarás a admitir mis equivocaciones también.


Trátame con la misma amabilidad y cordialidad con que tratas a tus amigos; porque seamos familia eso no quiere decir que no podamos ser amigos también.


No me digas que haga una cosa y tú no la haces. Yo aprenderé y haré siempre lo que tú hagas, aunque no lo digas; pero nunca haré lo que tú digas y no hagas.


Cuando te cuente un problema mío no me digas “No tengo tiempo para tonterías” o “eso no tiene importancia”. Trata de comprenderme y ayudarme.


Quiéreme y dímelo. A mí me gusta oírtelo decir, aunque tú no creas necesario decírmelo.

—  Anónimo.
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David Bowie references

  1. Oh, You Pretty Things:  Oh, you pretty things. Don’t you know you’re driving your Mamas and Papas insane?…
  2. Rebel, Rebel: You’ve got your transmission and your live wire. You got your cue line and a handful of ludes…
  3. Space Oddity:  Ground Control to Major Tom. Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong. Can you hear me, Major Tom?…
  4. Life On Mars?: Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy. Oh man! Wonder if he’ll ever know…
  5. Under Pressure:  It’s the terror of knowing what the world is about. Watching some good friends screaming…
  6. Cat People:  It’s been so long. And I’ve been putting out fire with gasoline
  7. Starman: There’s a starman waiting in the sky. He’d like to come and meet us…

Viktor’s already overlarge heart grows ten sizes when they get back to Japan after Barcelona. Yuuri thought that maybe, maybe he would return from Barcelona with a gold medal. What he does have is something gold and round, just not in the expected form.

“Would you like to see my medal?” Yuuri asks his parents, shyly, and they enthusiastically agree. They sit down in the dining room where the light is best, and Yuuri puts the medal in the middle of the table to let his family ooh and ahh. Hiroko traces the words Grand Prix of Figure Skating Final Men’s. 

“Mama, Papa,” Yuuri says after awhile, and grips Viktor’s hand hard under the table. “I–we have something else to tell you.”

Hiroko and Toshiya turn their kind faces towards their son, open and welcoming.

“Viktor and I…have decided to get married.” Yuuri’s hand tightens almost painfully. Viktor soothes his thumb over his knuckles and feels the affection and adoration pool in his heart. “And also we’re…we’re going to move to Russia.”

“For a few years,” Viktor adds quickly..“For a few years, but we’ll visit, and once we both retire…” He imagines returning to this place, coming back to these people and their unspoken support and affection that swirls like a warm breeze. Bringing back to them their son, older and wiser and accomplished, a champion. His husband. He clears his throat. “I’m getting ahead of myself, but it’s–not permanent, you see?”

“Would you like to see my engagement ring?” Yuuri asks, perhaps just to soften the blow, and Hiroko nods happily, holding out small and work-marked hands.

Viktor watches the way Yuuri reveals his ring; slowly, blushingly, like it’s a secret he is sharing. The feeling of his own engagement ring is present, happily unfamiliar.

“The right hand?” Hiroko muses happily, as she examines Yuuri’s hand.

“In my country, we wear them on the right hand,” Viktor says softly. “It’s, um…important to me.”

“May I?” asks Toshiya, who’s noticed that Viktor wears a ring as well. Viktor holds his hand out and Toshiya stares at it for a moment, considering, then pats his hand. 

“Since Yuuri was born, we’ve only wanted for him what would make him happiest,” Toshiya says after a moment, the emotion thick in his voice. It’s the first such outward display of emotion Viktor has seen from him. The elder Katsukis go about their lives in a sort of genial cloud, despite raising an incredibly emotional son. Viktor suspects it’s because they made a point never to judge him for the emotions they, themselves, may have been taught to keep inside. “Both of our children, we’ve told them to follow their dreams. To seek out their best lives. When you came to him, to us, it was as though…you were delivering his happiness to him. He’s grown so much with you. There is no one I would rather him marry, and no one I would rather accept as my son. And if it is important to my sons, for them to go to Russia, I would carry you there myself if I had to.”

Yuuri cries, as Yuuri does. He cries until they crawl into bed that night and Viktor holds him so close he can feel his heartbeat.

“I’m just so happy,” Yuuri whispers into his shoulder. “I never thought I would be this happy, Vitya.”

Viktor kisses his head and whispers, “Me too.”

Viktor doesn’t think he knew was happy truly was until these people defined it for him. If that’s so, he’s glad his heart waited. 

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harryshumjr So my dad is pretty new to smartphones and just figured out how to use FaceTime. It has been amazing to communicate with him. But today, he sent me a video attachment for the first time and I was so proud of him. But this video had me 😂😂🤣🤣 tho. He couldn’t send me a cake IRL so he sent me a video of different cakes with HBD song in three different languages. 😂😂