maybe i just like her since she's my baby

LazyTown behind the scenes things I think about a lot...

-Since Julianna/Chloe was one of the very few native English speakers on set, did they ever have to correct or help the others out with their English?

-Whenever they were about to do a song from the original plays, did Maggi show Julianna the original clips? (I just love imagining it, how he’s there just smiling, and she’s smiling too, and ahhh)

-Did they sometimes forget to say in English what they’re going to do next, so Julianna/Chloe just stands there like “????”?

-Or maybe they spoke English 24/7, and my dreams are dead.

-Did Julianna (since when Chloe took the part, Magnús’s and Stefán’s accents had faded a little) ever have difficulty understanding what the other people were saying because of their accents?

-I just realized how most of these are just about languages and stuff.

-Did the puppeteers ever chat with Julianna/Chloe, but with the puppet, in character? (okay, I’ve seen a videoclip of that, but I’m just wondering if that happened often)

-When Julianna got older, did she ever (accidently?) swear on set, and then everyone just looks at her like “no, you’re a baby”?

-Were there ever moments when they were trying to film, but Stefán kept making Julianna/Chloe laugh, and she just couldn’t concentrate?

-Did the crew have scary moments when they realized that Julianna is growing up?

-Did Magnús ever get genuinely frustrated with Stefán like “what are you even doing?”?

-Did Magnús and Stefán ever tease each other on set?

-Or anyone really.

-I’m guessing all of them went out of their way to annoy each other every once in a while.

Add more if you have any thoughts like this!!

Took You Under Our Wing

A Mercy/Pharah + Mercy/D.VA commission, for an anonymous patron. Not explicit, not too suggestive. Just good old fashioned fluff.

The world spun when she stood. So Hana laid down on her bed, staring at the rivets in the ceiling. Occasionally she glanced to the digital clock on her bedside table, the broken red lines blurring into numbers that didn’t make any sense.

She always had trouble sleeping. When she was younger her parents blamed it on video games. It was true that staring at bright screens all night didn’t help… but she could never explain it away without sounding like she was making excuses. Fast forward a few years and some misdiagnoses later: her new friend Angela set her up with another doctor who might be able to help. Lo and behold, she had insomnia. But like, she really had it. It was official now. A doctor said it.

Like, she’d been saying as much for years now, and if someone had listened to her sooner they would have known that, but it was honestly whatever.

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Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part B)

A/N: Part 4B ❤️ @chrisevans-imagines Oh man, your birthday is really soon! I hate how expensive postage is, so I’m glad Tumblr is free. We can consider this an unconventional present, right? Sorry this didn’t come out at it’s regular time, I was a little distracted watching Zac Efron movies last night. 😋 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A)

It was only 7:00AM when you got to Ava’s room, but she was already having breakfast while her hairstylist worked on putting her long locks into an elegant up-do. “Aw, babe. You look exhausted.” You spotted a sympathetic smile on her lips when you moved to stand behind her and she caught you in her sights. “You know you don’t have to get up so early, you can come when the beauticians are ready to work on you.”

“And miss the chance to have a little girl talk?” You giggled, pulling up a chair so you could get off your feet. “No thanks.” You bit playfully and she laughed, reaching behind her to squeeze your hand before returning to her cereal. “So how are you feeling?” You asked, resting your hands on your belly. “I feel like we haven’t had as much alone time since the guys came to our lives. I love them, but there are some days where I’d still rather just you and me.”

“Yes, take me back to those good old days.” She joked and you nodded, laughing. “I’m feeling good, really good. I’m excited to get married, and I’m excited to meet our little boy and your little boy and- Things are good, really good,” she nodded and you found yourself nodding in agreement. “And how are you doing? Are you a little less overwhelmed now?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’ve had some time to really just sit and bask in the fact that I am pregnant and I am going to be a mom. Chris and I went to a birthing class together for the first time, which is ridiculous considering Jack’s due next month.” Ava nodded, laughing; she and Sebastian signed up for all the classes as soon as they found out they were pregnant. “And I finally joined him shopping for clothes and other nursery items instead of letting mom and Lisa take my place. I don’t know, it’s still a little overwhelming but I am feeling much better about it all. Chris has been a rock, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“You’d strive anyway,” she winked and you smiled, “you’re amazing like that.”

“Knock knock,” Ava’s mom poked her head into the room and you both turned to smile at her. Your smile widened when you saw who was with her; Ava’s baby brother, Kian. You smiled and gave him a little wave, earning one in return. “I hope we’re not interrupting, we just thought we’d come and see how things were going. Kian also had something he wanted to give his big sister. Go on, sweetheart. Go give Ava the present you got her,” she released his hand and he padded over to Ava with a little paper bag.

“How are you, Mandy?” You smiled at her when she pulled up a chair and sat down next to you.

“You’re asking me? I should be asking you that,” she smiled and gave your belly a gentle rub. Your smiles widened when Jack kicked under her palm. “I heard about your RV road trip,” she chuckled when she pulled her hand away, and you bit back your smile. “You poor darlings, maybe you should just stay in New York and have the baby here.”

“No way,” you laughed, “Chris would have a heart attack. Ever since Seb saw me in a Yankees cap, he has been sending me Yankees merchandise for my birthday and Christmas presents. And he knows I’m not an actual baseball fan, he just likes messing with Chris.” Mandy laughed. “I am not going to give him another reason to drive Chris up the wall by giving birth in New York. Seb will mark Jack with the Yankees seal and Chris will pop a vessel.”

“Funny you should say that,” Ava looked at you and her mom through the mirror as she picked her brother up to sit him on her lap. “Seb was actually hoping you’d go into labor while you were in New York.” You laughed because why were you not surprised? “He has a little Yankees cap with Jack’s name embroidered on the back waiting in our apartment to- he said and I quote, ‘bless Baby Cap’s little head with’.”

“He couldn’t just get one for his own son and leave Jack out of it?”

“We haven’t thought of a name yet, but don’t worry- our little peanut will get a hat too.” She said, drawing laughter from you and Mandy. “What did you get me, Kian?” She asked in a softer, gentler voice as she addressed her brother. “Thank you so much, little man.” She took the little paper bag and gasped when she pulled out Cartier’s signature red box; the size looked like the contents involved a necklace. “Is this a joke?” She turned to face her mom with furrowed brows. “How much did you guys spend?”

“Enough for our daughter to know how happy we are for her,” she got to her feet and kissed the top of Ava’s head. Ava sighed, but smile and kissed her mom’s cheek as a thank you. “We’ll leave you girls to it. Come on,” she lifted Kian into her arms and exited.

“What is it?” You sat forward to peer over Ava’s shoulder as she opened the lid of the box, revealing a eye-catching sapphire necklace. You smiled when you saw Ava’s eyes quickly fill with tears, knowing she was touched by her parents’ thoughtfulness and generosity. She didn’t show much interest when you asked her if she wanted to meet the old wedding tradition: something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue, and a six pence in one’s shoe. It may have been a folklore that originated from her country, but she was a lot more practical than you were; she didn’t live her life like it was a romantic comedy. Either way, you could tell she was overjoyed with the gift from the look in her eyes when you said, “looks like you got your something new and something blue after all.”

• • • • • • • •

Sebastian stood in front of the full length mirror in his room and adjusted his tie. His eyes darted to the clock hanging on the wall behind him; 11:43AM which meant there were seventeen minutes until he was officially married. He let out a shaky breath as he rubbed his hands together, all the while experiencing the incessant flutters that came from the wings of the butterflies living in his stomach. Now he knew Ava was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, but it didn’t stop him from feeling nervous. Everything was happening so quickly, he was going to get married today and in June- he was going to become a father to a baby boy. All these were great things that he was excited for, but it was a little overwhelming. You and Sebastian were similar there; you were extremely good at psyching yourselves out. Hence why you’d both found life partners in Chris and Ava, they were good at bringing the two of you back to reality.

“Bas,” Chace threw a scrunched up ball of paper across the room and got Sebastian in the shoulder, earning the attention he wanted from his best friend. “Are you okay?” He chuckled softly at the nervous expression on Sebastian’s face. “Do you need some air?” He asked and got a head shake 'no’ from Sebastian.

“It’s okay if you do,” Don told him. “I did too.”

“I know it is,” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “But I don’t.”

“You sure?” Anthony furrowed his brows. “'Cause you lo-”

“Oh my God,” Sebastian growled under his breath. “Yes I’m sure.”

They all stopped asking, pressing their lips together. It was clear he needed something, but they didn’t know what. Of course Chris knew- not because he knew Sebastian the best out of all the guys in the room, but because he had felt what Sebastian was feeling on his wedding day. He needed to see you then as much as Sebastian needed to see Ava now. It would’ve seemed ridiculous to anyone else considering he was going to see her in fifteen minutes, but Chris understood. Sebastian helped the two of you have an amazing moment before the wedding, the least Chris could do was get him to Ava. He pulled out his phone and texted you: “Seb needs to see Ava, think you can get her to the lighthouse?” The reply he got from you drew a chuckle from him: “I was just about to text you the same thing. Yes, we’re heading there now.”

“C'mon, Seb.” Chris placed both hands on Sebastian’s shoulders and started to steer him out of the room. “Trust me.” He said when Sebastian tried to fight his actions. “You need some air out by the lighthouse,” Chris spoke in a tone that Sebastian immediately understood; he bolted out the door. “We’ll be back before the wedding starts,” he assured all the confused faces in the room then ran after Sebastian.

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Part 4C

#30- “I want a baby” WWE Prompt

From anon- “30 on the 1st prompt list with Baron Corbin please.”

Author’s note- FLUFF

TAG LIST!!!!: @allgirlswrestlingclub @ilovesamizaynn @wweismyguiltypleasure 

The Lone Wolf. Everyone assumed that he would be alone forever. He was always moody, giving people dirty looks backstage, kept mainly to himself. When he met Y/N down in NXT, he knew that she was the one. When Baron got called up after “Mania, he felt heartbroken that Y/n wasn’t coming up with him. She had reassured him, multiple times that it was gonna be okay, and that they would talk everyday. 

Now 3 years later, here he is on Smackdown Live! as Mr. Money in the Bank. He knew that he was the man around here now, he just wished his fiance was here with him. He proposed to Y/n earlier last year before he got moved up to the main roster. He was walking through catering when he almost choked. That music, it was Y/n’s music! He ran back toward gorilla and stopped at the monitor. He stood there astonished. There she was in all her glory!

“My name, for those of you who don’t know, is Y/N. I’m here to shake up the women’s division.”

The crowd boos her as she gets in the ring with all the women on the roster and she just smiles, making Corbin smirk. She loves playing the villain.

“I can understand why some of you don’t like me. I did dominate the women down in NXT, but I’m here now, and after you all have your money in the bank match, I’ll be taking you out, one by one. That is until I get the championship. This is going to be my ring and my division now.”

Corbin applauds as his fiance comes through the curtain. She runs to to him and he swoops her up. She wraps her arms around his neck as their lips finally crash into a passionate kiss.

“Get a room!”

The kiss is broken by them looking over at one of her best friends, Becky Lynch smirking. Corbin looks at y/n and whispers

“That’s not a bad idea.”

He lets her feet hit the ground and he takes her hand as he leads them to his locker room. The door closes behind them and they go to a couch in the back of the room. He sits down and she straddles his waist. She leans down and starts kissing his neck.

“Mhm, y/n i missed you.”

She smiles against his neck and kisses kissing. 

I want a baby.”

Y/n stops and looks at her finance. His hands slide up and down her back.

“A baby? Baron we aren’t even married yet.”

“I know, I know. I’m just sayin, when we are married. I mean if you are up for it.”

She smiles as she can tell he is very serious. 

“I never thought I would see the day that The Lone Wolf would want a baby.”

He chuckles and kisses her lips gently.

“Maybe this lone wolf finally wants a pack of his own.”

Ello! Yes my first Baron Corbin imagine. I wanted to make him a little on the softer side since we are used to the angry version. 

Again, I just want to say that I am so thankful for all of you guys, my followers, and people who just like or even read my work. As a writer, it means the world to me and hope you all know that <3

So back to the task at hand. For the Prompts: WWE- give me a wrestler and a number and anything you want included and I will do it (unless the number has already been taken). Writing- Give me any character, any fandom, number and whatever you would like in it (unless the number is already taken). Inbox, or message me your ideas. I would love to hear them :)

I also want to point out that these prompt lists are not my original and I did reblog them from other people.

If anyone wants tagged in any upcoming drabble/imagine, please let me know! Even if you didn’t see them on the previous list, just let me know the superstar and i’ll let you know if I have one lined up for them.

Feel free to talk to me too! I love a good conversation and I love meeting new people! See you guys very soon for the next drabble/imagine!

Ciao loves <333

anyway, i haven’t watched a single ep since after 2x08 except 2x12 “luthors” and maybe you guys should too to stop giving them views and making them think we support this. i’m sorry but someone like my baby cousin watches this show and i’d hate for her to grow up and think that this kind of relationship is okay and that she should have to deal with fuckboys like man hell. no, just, no.

I used to work at a craft store and we had these carts that were basically two tiers. They were shorter than the normal cart but there was a too and bottom. The top tier had a flap that opens so people can stick rolls of fabric trough it.

Anyway, I was at the register since I wasn’t trained to cut fabric. This woman had, like, four or so kids with her. She left the baby (probably about 2 years old) in the cart, in the top tier. The two oldest kids were just looking at the beanie babies, but the second youngest one, maybe three, was just wandering around.

The woman had her back to the kids, left all her things in the middle of the walkway, so no one would be able to walk trough.

Well, the lady’s inserting her card into the chip reader and out of the corner of my eye I see it. The three year old starts climbing on the cart, trying to get into the top of the cart. It topples.

The two year old is literally thrown from the cart and smacks his head on the counter he was next to. The three year old lands on top of the cart.

Everyone is screaming.

My manager comes running and I don’t know what to do. The woman yanks her card from the machine and picks up the youngest one. My manager calls an ambulance.

It was hell.

But basically, why the fuck would you leave your kids unattended? The woman wasn’t innocent. I was behind the counter and it happened too quickly for me to do anything, but that mom shouldn’t have ignored her kids.

The right me for you

Written for @leiascully‘s XFWritingChallenge: Forgiveness

Angsty post Ep for Founder’s Mutation

It must have been the guttural roar of the wind through the trees that masked the sound of the car arriving. It must have been the flickering of the candles on the bench top that hid the flash of the headlights. It must have been the time of the day that left Mulder’s mind smudgy and billowing so that he didn’t register the knocking at the door.

It was 2 o’clock in the morning. A time when he often braved the depths of his memories, dug a trench around the black and white of the clear cut and allowed the murkiness to leach out to entertain the greyness of possibility. It was usually a time for reflection, a time for admonishment. A time for forgiveness.

           It was most definitely not a time that Scully called.

She stood at the screen door, hugging herself. She would have hated his initial reaction – that she looked fragile, but that’s the word his brain supplied. He ushered her through, his heart pulsing as she walked to the living room and sat on the couch. Over their years together, he’d collected these moments in his mind, where she let herself be seen without her armour. He was humbled each and every time. Perhaps especially more so now. Now that she was no longer here every day. Now that she had plenty of time to reconstruct the walls.

           ‘I couldn’t sleep.’ She picked at a thread on the cushion on her lap. She was looking at the small table that held a lamp, an old watch he’d found in a suit pocket, a pile of coins, a sticky coffee ring. There used to be photo frames. Miniature ones. Faces captured in bad lights.

           He sat in the chair opposite. ‘The last case, Scully. It was hard.’

           ‘It’s not the case, Mulder.’ She looked up briefly and he saw the dark circles under her eyes. He could see the mole above her lip in the glow of the lamplight. He loved that mole. He loved that she hid it for so long, but that she knew that he knew about it. It was a part of her armour. He understood that the foundation and the powder that covered it were as necessary as the heels and the suits and the badge and the weapon.

           ‘It’s never the case,’ she said, rubbing her forehead. Her voice was sluggish, cracked. ‘It’s just me, my…’

           He leant forward, elbows on knees. ‘Your what?’

           She opened her mouth, but only let out a frustrated sigh. ‘What were you doing awake, Mulder? It’s 2.30 in the morning and I didn’t wake you.’

           He shrugged. ‘Those kids, Scully. Where are they? The casual disregard that Goldman had for the consequences of the work he was doing. Agnes and her baby, her desperation. It was a tough case. I just can’t unwind like I used to.’

           ‘You never could, Mulder. You were always wired on a case.’

           ‘But you used to be able to sleep anywhere, Scully. You would be able to file away the bad stuff along with your reports and get on with the next case. I’ve never met anyone with the ability to compartmentalise quite as well as you. It’s like your super power.’

           She chuffed out a tired snort of laughter. ‘Maybe my super powers need a reboost. I haven’t been sleeping well since we started back on the job. Maybe they put something in the ID these days, some kind of upper to keep the older agents going.’

           ‘Are you sure about this? About your decision?’

           ‘I said there was no choice, Mulder. I meant it.’

           ‘But this case, those children. William…’

           She tucked her legs under her to one side, pulling the hem of her skirt down and hugging the cushion to her middle. She picked up the watch, running the strap through her fingers. ‘We pulled the thread. It’s still unravelling.’

           ‘Should we have left it tangled, Scully?’

           When she looked at him her eyes were wet. The tip of her nose pink. Her lips trembling as she licked them. ‘No.’ She shook her head so that her hair flew, catching across her face. She straightened it, tucked it behind her ear. Cleared her throat. ‘No, no. It’s something we needed to do.’

           ‘You know what I think, Scully? I think that we started pulling the thread a long time before this case. A long time before we rejoined the FBI. I think it was unravelling since he was born.’

           She nodded. ‘And what happens when the thread is straight? When there’s nothing left to unspool? Do we get our answers, Mulder?’

           His laugh was as bitter as her words. ‘I don’t think it works that way.’

           The noise of the watch against the surface of the table seemed to hang between them so that when she spoke again her voice seemed disconnected, almost ethereal.

‘You said you had to put William behind you, when I asked you if you thought about him. How do you do that? How do you not carry him with you everywhere, every day? You say I compartmentalise better than anyone you know, but you have no idea how envious I am of your capacity to do that, Mulder.’

She let out a small sob.

He moved to sit next to her. She sunk against him, shuddering with the weight of her grief. ‘I’m sorry, Scully. I know it hurts. I saw you in that hospital with Mrs Goldman. I saw how what she said cut into you. I wish I could do something more, to take away the pain. But I think you need it. It’s a reminder. A way of making sure you don’t forget. It stabs you in the guts if you don’t nurture it for too long.’ He dropped a kiss on top of her head. ‘I think you need the pain. I know I do.’

The wind lifted the rafters with a series of rattling gusts. The window frames shook. A low howl filled the roof space. Mulder had woken earlier, surprised to find Scully still next to him, her face twisted against his chest. She stirred, rubbed her nose, pushed herself upright and groaned as her neck clunked with each sideways movement.



           She took a quick shower and surprised him again when she returned to the kitchen wearing his bath robe.

           ‘I put your linen away, Scully.’

           ‘I know.’

           ‘You look good in mine, though.’

           She looked down at herself and chuckled.

           ‘That’s another of your super powers, Scully. The ability to look better in my clothes than I do.’

           ‘I don’t think I could do your Armani suits justice, Mulder. You fill them out pretty good.’

           ‘Thank you,’ he laughed. ‘You wearing my shirts, though.’

           She sipped on her coffee and he enjoyed watching her blush.

           ‘Are you feeling better, Scully?’

           She shook her head. ‘No. But I think you’re right, Mulder. I think if I lose the pain, I lose too much. I’m afraid to not remember him, I’m afraid to not dream about him. I’m afraid that if I erase too much of him that I’ll erase myself too.’

           ‘When I said I’ve put it behind me, I didn’t mean that I’ve forgotten. I just meant that I’d put the guilt behind me. I’ve learned to accept the past and I’ve learned to accept that I can’t change it. You made me do that, Scully. When you left. You set me on that path.’ He put down his mug and gestured for her to come forward. She put her head on his chest. ‘I think you need to forgive yourself, Scully. I think it’s time.’

           ‘I’m not sure I’m ready for that.’

           He kissed the side of her face. ‘Do you imagine being a family? With William?’

           ‘When I dare myself.’

           ‘In mine, we watch movies and eat popcorn, we climb trees and construct cubby houses out of blankets and build rocket ships, we talk about girls, we shave together.’

           She pulled back and threaded her fingers through his. ‘In mine, I take him to school and I patch up his cuts and ice his bruises and I read him classic novels and I teach him the periodic table and the bones of the human body and how to make pancakes.’

           ‘In my dreams, you are always there too, Scully. Close by. Your presence makes everything whole. I can’t dream without you.’

           She blinked back tears. ‘And you’re always in mine, Mulder. You’re the backbone, the rock, the tether. You hold it all together.’

           ‘Then let me be that for you now I’ll be here to hold it together. Always. Forgive yourself.’

           ‘Oh, Mulder,’ she said, her voice croaking. ‘I’m not ready yet. I’m just not ready.’

           He rubbed her back through the towelling. ‘Okay. But when you are, I’ll be here.’

           ‘I know you will. You told me ’

           ‘Being the rock, the anchor, the glue?’

           She chuffed. ‘No, just being the you that I need.’

           ‘Is that my super power? Being the right me for you?’

           ‘I think that’s more than a super power, Mulder. I think you deserve a sainthood, an altar for worshippers.’

           ‘Halos and deities aside, Scully. I want you to promise me that you will work towards forgiveness. William is out there and we have to believe that he is happy and safe. If we can’t give him that, we fail him.’

           Nodding, she wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. She picked her coffee mug up and headed back to the couch. She sat down and put the mug on the table, lining it up with the coffee stain. ‘Where did you put the photo frames, Mulder?’

           ‘In the closet, in a box with your linen and your tea cup and a bottle of shampoo you never used and an earring I found on the floor of the bedroom and a pen you used to carry inside your suit jacket and two old lipstick tubes, Midnight Promise and Burnished Bronze, and an old wallet containing nearly thirty dollars and the pieces of you that you left behind.’

           She gave him a tight, sad smile. ‘In my dreams our house is filled with photos of him, of us, of our family.’

           ‘I’ll get them out again, Scully. If that’s what you want.’

           She shook her head. ‘This is your house now, Mulder. I can’t tell you what to do here.’

           ‘I’m just trying to be the right me for you, Scully.’

           ‘When you say it like that it sounds so needy, so precious. And that’s not what I meant.’

           ‘I’m teasing, Scully. But if there’s a way to bring you back here, I’m going to find it.’ He sucked in a deep breath. ‘I miss you. I miss you more now that I see you more often. I know that doesn’t make sense.’

           ‘It does. Believe me, it does. And I want nothing more than to walk back through that door for good. But I’m not the right me for you, Mulder. Not yet, anyway.’ She picked up the watch and smiled slowly at him. ‘I’ll get this fixed for you. Bring it back next week.’

It must have been the guttural roar of the wind through the trees that masked the sound of the car arriving. It must have been the flickering of the candles on the bench top that hid the flash of the headlights. It must have been the time of the day that left Mulder’s mind smudgy and billowing so that he didn’t register the knocking at the door.

It was 2 o’clock in the morning. A time when he often braved the depths of his memories, dug a trench around the black and white of the clear cut and allowed the murkiness to leach out to entertain the greyness of possibility. It was usually a time for reflection, a time for admonishment. A time for forgiveness.

           And now it was a time that Scully called.



When we last visited Jared and the love of his life they were excited to find out they were going to have a “little bean”!

Jared walks into the house, covered in dirt, chalk and sweat. “What are you eating?” he laughs, instantly noticing the smorgasbord of food displayed on the kitchen counter.

“I couldn’t decide, so I just wanted a bit of everything,” she says looking up at him, licking the buffalo sauce from her fingers. “I don’t even eat most of this stuff.”

Jared drops his pack on the floor and walks over to her, his smile widening with every step. “This is going to be fun isn’t it?”

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anonymous asked:

Fam you got me crazy for them hcs. Paladins reactions to finding out their s/o is pregnant? Who wants it and who doesn't?

Ah, prego S/Os, my muse~ babies are just so cute!

Originally posted by vayseninamk



  • When you tell shiro your have a bun in your internal oven, he’ll drop whatever he had in his hands
  • Laughs nervously, you’re joking right? Ahaha..haha.. ha
  • No? Ok.
  • A minute of shock followed by PURE TERROR
  • It’s not like he does NOT want it but the timing is shitty
  • Really starts to spend most of his time thinking ‘what the hell am I going to do’
  • Will ask allura if there is anyway he can send you back to earth so you can be safe and have the prenatal care you need!
  • If he can’t send you back, you’re getting weekly health scans by Coran
  • It doesn’t sink in that there is going to be a child that resembles both you and him crawling around soon until your stomach is inflated
  • Shiro is anxious and it takes a nightmare that somehow turned into a good dream when a happy dimple-smile baby takes over
  • He wakes up crying. Like this could be a really GOOD thing. Sure nothing is ideal but it’s a child made from the love you have for each other
  • After that Space dad will baby proofs EVERYTHING and is now really worried if he can even hold the baby with his arm…
  • You have to console him when he starts to feel like this
  • When the baby is born, he won’t hold the tiny thing until you make him
  • Then you can’t seem to get your baby back because Shiro is coddling them too much and showing it off to EVERYONE
  • REALLY wants to name it Hiro if it’s a boy or Akane if it’s a girl


  • He is pacing back and talking to himself about everything that could go wrong
  • He is now your personal errand boy because he doesn’t want you doing anything while your pregnant
  • Is already trying to think of baby names
  • Now that the shock and terror wore off, he’s REALLY excited
  • Hates going on missions and leaving you now. He doesn’t want to miss anything
  • Talks to his lion all the time about his future offspring
  • Seriously, he won’t shut up now
  • Already thinking of how many more kids you should have after this one. STRONGLY wants at least 3 or 2 with a giant dog
  • Traces circle on your stomach when you’re trying to go to bed
  • I headcanon this man can sew and diy like nobody’s business so expect homemade baby clothes and toys
  • Jokes often ‘so how’s lance’s jr today?’ Or at least you hope he’s joking
  • Really wishes he could call his parents about their future grand kid and offer him advice about parenthood
  • Already has nightmares about your kid’s teenage years
  • Wants to get a pet (like a puppy) for the baby now so they’ll have someone grow up with.
  • Since there is no puppies in space, expect lance to come home with strange creatures that aliens refer as pets
  • If it’s a boy, Raimundo. If it’s a girl, Yulisa


  • “You mean… like a baby?”
  • He actually takes it well at first he’s like 'cool what now?’
  • NOW he starts to have some worries like can he actually be a father?
  • Doubts he can give the baby everything he longed for as a kid BUT HE WILL SURE AS HELL TRY
  • never wants this baby to feel unloved so he’ll pretty much spoil them until you stop him
  • Goes to space dad for advice regularly
  • He lets you train until you almost fall that one time, now he won’t let you near the training room.
  • Is constantly asking if you’re feeling ok
  • Instantly realizes that ALOT can go wrong
  • Is a worried mess til delivery
  • Holds your hand the whole time and tries not to freak out when STUFF IS COMING OUT OF YOUR LADY PARTS
  • Is silently crying in relief when everything goes ok. You’re ok and this new flesh being is ok
  • Doesn’t really know what to say he’s just really genuinely happy right now
  • Doesn’t care for the name so you have free range
  • Enjoys it when lance screams 'MINI KEITH IS LOOSE AGAIN!!’ as the baby grows up


  • make sure he’s sitting down before you tell him
  • Is so shock he doesn’t speak for a good minute
  • Admits that since he’s been on dangerous missions he’s kinda worried he’ll never get to do the things he wants to do in the future like become the world’s best mechanic, buy a house for his parents and grandparents, win the Nobel peace prize, start a family…
  • The situation may not be ideal but asks you if you would bear his kid and be his wife and family
  • Feels like the kid will have a great childhood at the castle (as long as it doesn’t get attacked again)
  • Is even more motivated to stop zarkon
  • basically over protective papa bear
  • Likes to think about what kind of kids you’ll have. Like a sweet mellow kid or hyperactive munchkin
  • Likes late night conversations between all three of you when it’s still in your stomach
  • Sets up the crib in your guys room
  • Is actively helping with the birth THERE IS NO TIME TO SQUEAMISH
  • too late, he passed out when he saw the other gunk that comes out of there during childbirth
  • You guys are both in the medical care room on two different beds with a tiny baby incubator between you two
  • wants to name it after something special like if allura help in delivery he’ll want to name her after the altean princess. If it’s a boy he’ll want to think to name him something awesome as long as it has a meaning to it
  • “SUPPORT THE HEAD” is his new catch phrase

you know what? I’ll add pidge too since this isnt a sin post


  • When you explain that your species is self-pregnating race that sometimes take genetic material from partners through hand holding (or French kissing) she’s doesn’t know how to feel other than confused
  • Calls gloves hand condoms now
  • Doesn’t want to parent a kid, she loves you but she’s still a kid herself
  • Doesn’t really talk about the pregnancy unless you force her to
  • Doesnt really know how to feel I mean it could be hers too (genetically) or maybe just another copy of you
  • Kinda avoids you for a while but she feels guilty for doing so
  • Then she starts to help you out with the things get harder to do since you’re pregnant
  • In the end, she really does love you and stays by your side for the rest of the pregnancy
  • Waits outside during delivery. Your screams are NOT comforting
  • pidge is looking at everyone like LOOK SHE HAS MY NOSE
  • Still doesn’t know much about being a parent so you have to do the heavy lifting until pidge is at least 18 but dont worry she is in love with the tiny thing and would often put the baby in her lap when working (AS LONG AS ITS ASLEEP SO IT DOESNT TOUCH ANYTHING)
  • Doesn’t name it at birth but but does nickname it pidge 2.0
A Head, A Heart, & A Crown {Biadore} Chapter 17 -C*NT

A/N: This is the final chapter guys! I really can’t believe how much love this story has gotten so thank you so much. I’m going to be completley honest, I never pictured this story going on for so many chapters, but after awhile I became determined to finish it. So here we are at the end. I have gotten so much encouragment from the people of this community, and it’s really helped me out in real life as well so thank you. Thank you to trixies-padding for betaing, Splatt & Taurus for the kind words and encouragement, everyone who has messaged me on my side blog with praise and encouragment, and all of the others who have loved and enjoyed this story from begining to end. I dedicate this final chapter and epilogue to you ALL. I’m like getting emotional, this chapter has been done for a few days now and I’ve been holding off on posting because that means it’ll really be over. No real TW as far as I know, just fluff and a tiny bit of angst. Thank you so much again and please, without further aideu, enjoy the FINAL CHAPTER! ❤️ xoxo C*NT

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"You're An Idiot."

Prompt: "Are you drunk?“(95) "You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.”(99) "I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.“(81) "Why do you keep pushing me away?!”(13) "Wait a second, are you jealous?“(18)

Requested: Yes

Asks: “95, 99, 81 for warren XMA please.” “Hey! Can you do 13 and 18 with Warren Worthington III from XMA?” and “Request for another angel fic ? Maybe where the reader and him are friends and she’s always been a amazed by his wings since they were younger !! It could be where she patches him up after every fight and he realizes he loves her but doesn’t act on it right away ? And when he does he’s super straightforward ? I just need more of my angel baby and if you want you can change it up !! Thank you !” -Anons

Notes: I’m taking concepts from the last request like childhood friends, he gets into a fight. Half of this has been in my drafts since forever, but I pre-wrote it in a notebook so I decided to finish it today.

Originally posted by aniskyvalker

You had known Warren since you were kids. When he was taken for the cage fights you were too. The two of you never willingly did anything apart, but that was before Apocalypse happened. When Raven came, she took you and Kurt while Warren was on Apocalypse’s side. Now Apocalypse was defeated and you both were at X Mansion.

You had hoped that after everything Warren and you would still be close but he had distanced himself from you and started drinking even more. You hated when he started drinking, so you would try to hang out with him when he wasn’t drunk, but that seemed to be barely any of the time. You decided to keep trying to hang out with him, but also hang out with your new friends as well.

Now you spent most of your time with Peter, Scott, and Kurt. You were hanging out with them right now.

“So, (Y/N) do you like the same crappy music as Warren or do you actually have a taste in music?” Peter asked you teasing with a small laugh.

“You guys are mean to him, but to answer your question, I do like his music but I like more types of music than he does.” You told him with a smile.

“To be fair, we’re not that mean to him. In fact, Kurt’s not mean to anyone.” Scott replied, throwing grapes at you.

“Ja, he’s mean to almost everyone.” Kurt put in.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled a “Whatever,” before standing up and motioned for Scott to as well. “Throw a grape and let’s see if I can catch in.” You told him and he did as instructed. After about 8 tries, you finally caught one.

“Yes!” You yelled after eating the grape. You threw your arms around Scott, hugging him. Then you heard a scoff coming from behind you. All four of you turned around to see Warren– not to your surprise– with a bottle of vodka in one of his hands.

Next, Warren said something you couldn’t comprehend because you were too concerned about his well being and the next thing you know Peter’s fist went flying to Warren’s face. Warren was now on to ground, cheek busted open from the impact of Peter’s fist. The three boys were trying to usher you away from him.

“Why’d you hit him?” You asked Peter out of curiosity.

“He said something vile about you.” He replied.

“Okay, well,” You sighed, “ I’m kinda used to hearing things like that while he’s drunk. You guys go ahead.” You said. They were hesitant, but left anyway.

“Warren.” You say, sitting next to him.

“Leave me alone.” He responded.

“Are you drunk? Because as your best friend, I know that you’re an angry drunk and that it’s my job to sober you up.” Was your response.

“How’d you know I was drunk?”

“You say the nastiest things when you’re angry. Angry and drunk usually go hand in hand with you.”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes, causing you to smile. You stood up and offered him your hand.

“I think you need stitches on your cheek. I’ll patch you up.” Warren reluctantly agreed to follow you to your room.

You got out the supplies and started stitching.

Why do you keep pushing me away ‘Ren?” You asked him.

“What are you talking about, I’m sitting still.” He replied, but you knew he was playing dumb.

“Why are you distancing yourself from me? What did I do?” Tear started to prickle your eyes, threatening to fall and run down your cheeks.

“I just thought it would be easier.” He told you, not meeting your eyes.

“What? You’re crazy, Warren I would never leave you.”

“You did before.”


“You left me for those- those ‘X-Men’!”

“I had to chose a side! I chose what I thought was right and I still believe what I chose was right!” You tell him.

“Yeah, and you’re probably going to leave me for the three musketeers you were with earlier!”  He yelled.

Wait a second, are you jealous?” You asked him.

“No! I don’t get jealous!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“Yes, you are. Why?”

“Maybe- Maybe I’m in love with you.” He locked eyes with you. “But you don’t love me. You probably love one of those three buffoons you wer-” You cut him off by placing your hands on his cheeks and moving you face close to his to the point where your lips brushed against his.

“You’re an idiot.” You muttered before you kissed him. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

When you pulled away, Warren said, “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.” A grin plastered on his face.

“I love you.” You told him with a small laugh.



“You can’t possibly be mad at that shit?” Alex said as he watched me move around the living room

“Oh, I can’t?” I questioned as I momentarily stopped what I was doing “Watch me” I said snatching the last catalog from the floor

As much as tried not to listen in on the conversation because I had so much trust I had in Alex, I couldn’t help myself.

Things were starting to add up the further I listened on. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It felt like everything I thought my relationship was about was one complete lie.

His arms wrapped around my body from behind, halting my movements “None of that meant shit, she just coming over here being bitter for no reason” he attempted to argue

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Lilac: First Love

Pairing: Bambam/Yugyeom
Character: Bambam, Yugyeom, Jinyoung, Youngjae and Jaebum (mentioned), OC
Rating: PG-13
A/N: I really craved some Yugbam as parents and I took the liberty to do that and also made Jinyoung as their kid lol. I’m sorry it took so long but please enjoy ^^ (It’s about 2k long)

Yugyeom panicked as he smell something burnt. His fried rice smoked behind him while he was searching for the cheese in the refrigerator.

“Shit” he muttered under his breath, running to the stove with the cheese in his hands. Luckily, he managed to safe the said fried rice. Cooking was never really his thing but Bambam came home so late last night he didn’t have a heart to woke him up and made breakfast so yugyeom tried to put his limited skill of cooking—that he got when he had to survive everytime Bambam was not around to feed him—on action. Not that bad.

“Jinyoung, has you prepared the table?” He shouted to his son in the dining room. 

No answer.

The dining table was prepared perfectly when he walked in. Jinyoung already sat down on his chair, eyes not leaving the book on his hands, as expected from his son, the smart and perfectionist Jinyoung. Yugyeom smiled slightly, he really didn’t have any idea how they could raise a kid like him.

Bambam was walking into the room right after Yugyeom finished putting the rice on the table and added grated cheese on top, completed their favorite breakfast recipe. Their daughter laughing in his hands from the nonstop pecks Bambam gave all over her face.

“I smeel something burning,” was the first words he said followed by the giggling of their daughter. He was sniffing around exaggerately.

Yugyeom was ready to defend himself when Bambam added, “It’s the smeel of my heart burning with love for you.” Then he winked.

Their daughter looked at both of them, interested.

Fifteen years living with bambam and yugyeom still didn’t know how to react to his cheesiness. While bambam put their daughter down to the chair and ruffled Jinyoung’s hair before walking around the table to sat on his chair, Yugyeom hurriedly took off his apron and sat down beside him, willed the red flush on his cheeks to disappear as he saw jinyoung rolled his eyes across the table.

It was their usual Saturday morning, having breakfast together leisurely while talking about their week, their plan for the weekend, everything. Jinyoung put his book aside as they began their breakfast. Their daughter ate passionately beside Jinyoung, wanting to show off that she already mastered how to use spoon properly. Yugyeom might cry a little bit inside knowing his fried rice not as good as what bambam made but his family still eat it well.

“Cheonsa, eat slowly, darling” Yugyeom warned her gently, afraid she will choked on her food.

“My princess has grown up so much, now she won’t even let me feed her,” Bambam shed his fake tears. Bambam had the biggest soft spot for their daughter. Maybe because he always wanted a daughter that he could pamper so bad, or because Cheonsa was raised by them since she was a baby, or maybe both.

“I want to grow up fast, like Jinyoung oppa,” their three years old daughter announced proudly, looking up at Jinyoung with a big smile, which the later returned just as big. Yugyeom smiled at that and Bambam whined how his princess loved her oppa more than her daddy.  

And that’s how their usual Saturday morning went. Jinyoung mostly silent unless he had something to ask but Yugyeom knew Jinyoung always payed attention to everything going on around him, especially his sister. He also knew Jinyoung always spared his time to play with her everyday between his school and his busy life as a teenager.

“What book are you reading?” Yugyeom pointed at his book on the table with his chin. Bambam and Cheonsa were having an exiting conversation about alien on the side.

“A novel.” He answered shortly, but looking at the expectant look of his father he continued. ”It’s about a wife of someone who could time travel.”

“Sounds interesting. Is it good?”

“It is so far, I haven’t finished.”

“You should tell me when you finish it.” Yugyeom said, adding another spoon of rice on his plate. Cooking had depleted his energy, apparently.


Yugyeom loved time they spent together where his son told him about the book he finished, he felt they became a little closer. They adopted him when he was 7 years old. After years of their marriage, Yugyeom and Bambam contemplated on having kid but when they met Jinyoung, the biggest kid in the orphanage, the kid with twinkling eyes that somehow screamed loneliness, they were sure they wanted to become his father. It’s not easy to crack his sheel and get him opened up to them, but they made it. it’s been five years since then and Jinyoung grew up so well. Yugyeom was grateful they took him.

“Son, Youngjae said you haven’t come to the reading club for two weeks, what happened? Do you want me to drive you later?” Bambam asked.

“Daddy,” Jinyoung whined, “I’m not a little kid anymore. It’s fine.”

“Kids nowadays grown up too fast.” Bambam sighed. “When I was your age I’m still this small,” Bambam motioned his hands to showed his height, “And people still bought me ice cream.”

Yugyeom only chuckled because well, Bambam, indeed was still looked like a kid even when he was above Jinyoung’s age. He was so  cute, still cute. 

They continued eating with Bambam cooed exaggeratedly at his daughter everytime she successfully eat her food from her spoon.

“Appa, when do you have your first love?” Jinyoung asked Yugyeom carefully. 

Bambam immediately turned his head and look at Jinyoung with wide eyes.

“Are you seeing someone right now??” Bambam gasped.

Cheonsa also turned her attention to Jinyoung in an instant, not because she understand what’s so big deal about it, but because she had a habit of mimicking her daddy. Cheonsa is taking her personalities from Bambam too much.

“Is it that scray boy Bum something?“ Bambam preened.

Jinyoung, had been put on the spotlight, sputtered. “It’s Jaebum hyung. He’s not scary and it’s not related to him. It’s just.., just the main character on the book I read had her first love when she was 6. I’m just curious.”

“Oho… I’m sure there’s something.” Bambam started, but Yugyeom quickly stopped him before he went further with the teasing. He could see Jinyoung was uncomfortable with the topic.

“Well, I had my first love when I was 16,” Yugyeom drew the attention to him instead.

“Ah, that noona on the coffee shop? Kids, your Appa always drag me to the coffee shop just to met her. He’s so lame right?” Bambam said in conspirational tone to their kids.

“No, idio- Bam,” Yugyeom almost slipped a ‘bad word’ and mentally patting himself on the back for keeping his language in front of their children. “It was you, duh.”

“Really?” Jinyoung surprised. Yugyeom just nod.

“Really?” Now, it was coming from Bambam. His eyebrow rose so high.


“Really?“ Cheonsa didn’t want to be left out.

“Why you never tell me? You said you like that Noona. Wait, is that why you always drag me there? Not for her? Was I, like, having dates with you, unconciously? Did we date???” Bambam was talking with his mouth full it’s actually disgusting but adorable at the same time with his eyes widen comically.

Yugyeom just shrughed and leaned forward to wipe a rice on Cheonsa’s cheek.

“Was Dad not liking you back?” Jinyoung asked curiously.

“No.” Yugyeom said.

“Yes” Bambam said at the same time.



It became awkward after that and Bambam was a little quiet so Yugyeom squeezed his husband’s thigh under the table and added, “Meeting your daddy is the best thing ever happened to me. And look at us, sitting here together.”



“Hey.” Bambam smiled weakly.

“You should put her on her bed, you’ll get cram if you stay like that too long.”

Yugyeom carefully fitted himself beside Bambam on the swing in their backyard and gave him a can of soda, trying not to wake up their daughter  who was sleeping peacefully on Bambam’s lap, her head nestled safely on his chest. He brought a drink for himself too and his now empty hand found Bambam’s shoulder and pulled him closer. Bambam scotted and rested his head on Yugyeom’s shoulder.

“It’s okay. I miss her. I barely spend time with her.” Bambam kissed the top of her head.

“She missed you a lot too.”

“I was thinking about what you said before.” Bambam said in hushed voice.

“Which one?”


“Oh, me too.” Yugyeom sipped his chocolate milk. He probably a fourthy something and he had changed a lot but his love for chocolate was an exception.

“Why you didn’t tell me?” Bambam nudged Yugyeom.

“I- I was scared I guess. I don’t want to lose our friendship.”

“Is that why you were crying so much when I went back to Thailand?”

“I knew you were supposed to left anyway, but I guess I really was a cry baby.“

“Is, a cry baby.” Bambam cut him. 

Yugyeom ignored the teasing. “You were here only for the exchange study and I didn’t want to burden you.”

“You should told me. I always told you everything.”

“You didn’t tell me you like me.” Yugyeom countered back. “Did you really like me back then?”

“At first, yes. But then I thought you liked that Noona so I buried that feeling deep down inside my heart, you know.” 

“What? Really?” Yugyeom mused unbelievably. 

“ We could be the cutest couple in high school,”

 “Why were we so stupid?” they chuckled.

But that’s what brings us together,” Bambam grins at Yugyeom, earned a peck from the later. “I can’t believe I only found out now,”  he sighed once yugyeom’s lips leaving his. 

“You never asked.” Yugyeom whispered, resting the side of his forehead against Bambam, his cheek brushing his hair.

“Because I’m sure your first love was That noona and I don’t want to talk about her.”

Yugyeom just leaned down and kiss Bambam’s pouty lips once again with more pressure. “I guess we’re fated. God sent you again from Thailand to Korea to meet me. I almost didn’t recognize you when we first met for the second time.” Yugyeom smiled at the memory.

“Yeah, me too.” Bambam pulled him for another kiss. He would want more than that but he settled for a long lingering kiss as Cheonsa was still sleeping on his laps.


“Appa, is Daddy really your first love?” Jinyoung asked him as they washing the dish from their dinner.

“Yes, why?” Yugyeom smiled at Jinyoung. His father instinct told him there’s something going on with his son. “Is there something you want to ask, or tell me?” Yugyeom coaxed, knowing very well his son is so much like him, or worse, Jinyoung won’t tell his problem unless he was asked.

“No, just… Isn’t first love never works?”

“Who said that?”

“A book I read.”

“Jinyoung, what’s written in the book is not always right. What always right is what your heart says.“

"But what if you love the wrong person?”

Yugyeom was a little taken aback by that and shook his head. “You definitely more mature than your age.” He put aside his dishes to face Jinyoung. “So, who is this wrong person we talked about?”

“No one,” Jinyoung muttered, busying himself with pouring water on the dish.

“Are you afraid your first love not going to work?” Jinyoung’s silence only meant yes. “I never thought I will marry your daddy, he seemed so far away.  But look at us. My first love works perfectly. I have your daddy, you, and your sister, and I’m the happiest person in the world.”

Jinyoung looked up at Yugyeom.“ But it’s you, not me.”

“Exactly. It’s me. And You, you’ll make your own story, even greater than mine.” Yugyeom smiled at him. “If you’re afraid to start something, you’ll never know what you can achieve.”

Yugyeom let his word sinked in before he continued soaping the plate, but suddenly Jinyoung hugged him. 

“Whatever happened, I always have you, right?” Jinyoung mumbled on his chest.

Yugyeom hugged his son back, overwhelmed with the feeling of pride as a father, that his son trust him so much, and patted him on his back. “Sure son, sure.”

The serene moment was not live long, not in this house.

“What is this? Are we having family hug session? Why you left us out?!” Came a whine from his husband standing in the door with Cheonsa holding his hand at his side. 

Yugyeom just opened one of his arm to invite him in a hug and in a second Bambam already crushed them with his limb, Jinyoung groaned at that, and Cheonsa fussed to be lifted up to joined the hug.

Yugyeom laughed happily because right now, he had everything he wanted in his arm, literally.

How I've been feeling about these episode lately.....kinda...

Am I the only one who thinks the ghost arc should of been a arc for Mitsuki? Like, his friends, try and find out where he came from, his origins, blah blah, stuff like that? I mean, I’m going to put this out here now, I’m sick and tired of the these Denki, Iwabi, Surmie (especially her) characters. I know they’re canon or whatever but still…..

I’m just tired of them, not so much Denki or Iwabi (because they’re practically not even there anyone in screen) but mostly Surmie, I try and force myself to like her but I can’t. Since she was first introduced I didn’t like her…. Heh…. Maybe I’m just a hater. Whoops.

Also, is my baby boy, Mitsuki going to get his one-shot animated? Like, his one-shot was good, I’d like to see it animated, or maybe they can turn it into a movie - since there’s a another Boruto movie coming out…

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1,2 and 3!

My favorite character is… I’m always between Umi and Maki. .・゚゚・(/ω\)・゚゚・. They’re both so mature and elegant! (Since I appreciate these qualities, Eli is one of my favorites too haha). I like Maki because she is pretty and talented and she knows it. The moments when she shows all her self-confidence are so funny! Plus, she had some struggles to make friends, just like me. And Umi… I love how traditional she is. (+mature and elegant, like I said before ehehe)

My least favorite character is… a secret.

My top 5 Love Live songs (from µ’s)

5. Baby Maybe Koi no Button, 4. Bokutachi wa Hitotsu no Hikari, 3. Wonderful Rush, 2. Angelic Angel, 1. Loveless World

since i have a nephew and a niece, sometimes i like to observe and compare how they’re being raised and what i notice shocks me so much. like, my baby niece has just turned one recently, this month, and they already show her how to rock a doll to sleep.
why do you do that, guys? maybe she doesn't want it? maybe she wants to crush the fucking lego aeroplane against the wall? or play with a toy dinosaur? she’s ONE year old, she doesn’t need that information yet (in order to socialise in our gender-norms driven world)! stop forcing your stupid gender roles on babies! let them decide themselves what they like and what they want to play with or how to dress and in what colours!
also, it makes me so mad when they say that it’s already important to dress her in ‘girls’ clothes and give her ‘girls’ toys “because it affects her already”. listen, when he was the same age as my niece now and even older,  my nephew used to play with a toy stroller - what is considered to be “a girly thing” -  and it still didn’t affect him anyhow, he didn’t want to“become a girl” or something like that. he played with both, ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ toys and he still stayed the same. toys don’t have any effect on the gender identity and expression of a kid. so why force all those things on kids? why can’t we just let them be what they want to be like?

So my family already wants to adopt a new dog and idk what to do guys

On the one hand I feel like I have this awful gaping hole in my life without my angel and maybe if I got a new dog to love it might help me heal

But on the other hand it’s been 2 days since my baby died and I can’t even function and I feel like there’s no point getting a new dog because no other dog could ever be as smart and as loving and as loyal and sweet and sassy as she was so I’d just be disappointed with another dog anyways and I feel like I’d be betraying her by replacing her so quickly :(

anonymous asked:

okay so im probably reaching and pulling this out of sand, buuuut do you think that - if Lorna does have her pregnancy healthy & going & gives birth - could they maybe be using Laura's daughter to play Baby Lasagna (my nickname for it)? Laura did mention the baby will be onset with them so I thought it could be a possibility, given that Laura knows everyone there and is most likely comfortable with her child being placed with her coworkers, maybe even on set?

I think it really depends on when that would be though, since she’s only 2 months pregnant and we really don’t know how long of the time period seasons 6 and 7 will be. That said, that would be pretty cool, I guess it’d just depend on whether Laura would be comfortable with that.

Project Elysians

Elysia ( population: 17 ) is Sorey’s home, and the Elysians his family. Below, I’ve collected all the NPC dialogue that I found during the course of the game to give us a better understanding of the individuals who are so important to our main characters.

Do note that what appears as purple on my screen can also appear as just dark blue on others’.

As far as I know, this is a complete catalog of non-cutscene dialogue. If I have missed anything, please tell me! And please do excuse any typos that may be present, I typed all of this up as I was playing and usually with a controller in hand

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anonymous asked:

"I'm pregnant" reactions of the boys, please? OwO

I decided to go with the idea that they’re all adults and they’re in a relationship together (married or not changes for each boy). Also sorry for the different lengths in some.


“I’m pregnant, Castiel,” Candy tells him. The now dark haired male doesn’t look up from his guitar. Candy stands there nervously twisting her hands as she waits for his response.

They hadn’t talked about children before. Heck, Candy wasn’t even sure he wanted kids. She didn’t know if she wanted children, but when she thought of the child in her being Castiel’s a warm feeling filled her body.

“Castiel?” She calls to him again. 

Finally he looks up. “It’s going to be a boy.” Candy can’t stop the smile that forms as she pulls him into a hug.

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