mom to four

do you ever think about how the blackthorns are all mainly close in age like 2 years apart and then tavvys out here being 6 years younger than dru like what happened? was he an accident? did eleanor get tired of popping 4 kids out of her so she needed a break? smh what a mystery

Eiffel has accidentally called Minkowski mom more than once. He thinks everyone forgot about it, but it became a running joke. When talking to Minkowski, Lovelace likes to refer to Eiffel as ‘your kid’ or 'the boy’. 

  • Lovelace: Where’s your son got to?
  • Minkowski: Will you please stop calling him that? He’s not my freaking child. I’m only three years older.
  • Lovelace: Well, technically. But has Eiffel ever actually behaved like a 33 year-old?
  • Hera: No, never.
  • Minkowski: Just because he’s a child doesn’t mean he has to be my child though. Why aren’t you or Hera part of this messed-up family metaphor?
  • Lovelace: Okay then, I’ll be… the cool mysterious aunt. What about you Hera?
  • Hera: I can be Eiffel’s genius big sister.
  • Lovelace: Sure, that works.

@incorrectrotbtdquotes I’m so happy you liked my art! Here is another one, that’s being lying WIP in my files for over 2 months (high time for me to finally finish it xD). I was planning to do more, because Incorrect ROTBTD Quotes are just that addicting! 

BTW this is my personal favourite, since it depicts my Team Mom Hiccup headcanon.

  • yousef: does that mean you're treating me to red lobster?
  • sana: *plays hard to get*
  • me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

au where nursey does magic and is considered a pretty powerful witch by family and witch society standards but all he wants to do is write poetry that wont turn into spells and incantations and go to college for a while before he immerses himself in his culture as a witch fully and maybe get him a nice bf or something to help him manage the family business (aka a series of shops that deal in magical items and stuff) like his moms did (three of them are witches and one is a human) so that his kids can have the same opportunity to live vicariously like he did (free until they choose to take up the family business or not, doesn’t matter to him if they don’t because one of his moms has been around for hundreds of years running their shops and he decided to take it over so they can retire for a while)

and then he gets attached to the smh team and all their shenanigans as well


Killian, Carey, and NO-3113 all that the first half of the friendship-building exercise was super lame, but Angus was having a lot of fun, so everyone else grinned and beared it and pretended that they liked it too.

Also, they were in the third room for like, fifteen minutes, because nobody could think of any criticism to give Angus.

My mom watches LoK (book four)
  • •"That's our Toph"
  • •"Korra's the only one falling down"
  • •*Bolin* "He's a good boy"
  • •She just called Mako a player
  • •Bolin is her favorite
  • •She agrees that Azula is still the coolest villain
  • •'I'm blind not deaf' really got her
  • •"Meelo's so cute"
  • •I go to school with kids like Huan "and one day you will probably work with them too"
  • •*Kuvira betrays Bataar* "Think again lover boy"
  • •I had to explain that Korrasami was, in fact, canon
  • •She ships Makorra and Bopal
Fallout 3, New Vegas, Fallout 4 Companions List

Arcade Gannon - self-loathing sarcastic doctor

Boone - sad sniper, super sad edition

Butch Deloria - trash tunnelsnake dorklord

Cait - scary irish druggie with sad past

Cass - alcoholic sassmaster supreme

Charon - literally a slave??? why does no one mention that??? but a ghoul one

Clover - umm another slave??? wtf fo3 is up with you and slave Companions???

Codsworth - the Alfred pennyworth to your batman

Curie - awww cute lil french robot… oh now sexy lil french synth

Danse - pretty boy racist tin can

Deacon - liar, liar, pants on fire

Dogmeat - best puppy ever

ED-E - emotional beeping

Fawkes - sweetheart super mutant. awww

Hancock - badass cosplaying mayor plus chems

Jericho - rude ex-raider shitbag

Lily - adorable grandma nightkin that calls you dearie.

MacCready - sad sniper, dork dad edition

Nick - toaster detective. only time a fedora is acceptable.

Piper - cute nosy journalist

Preston - truest cinnamon roll to ever cinnamon the roll

Raul - ancient ghoul with so many stories that calls you boss

Rex - hat-shaming robo-dog

Sergeant RL-3 - cool ass Mr Gutsy to hang with

Star Paladin Cross - you’re gonna accidentally call her mom at least four times

Strong - scary super mutant

Veronica - smol lesbian in a potato sack

X6-88 - I’m totally done with ur shit, sir/ma'am

Love letter to the women in my kickboxing class -

To the small statured Indian woman who doesn’t come every week, who has a beautiful black ink tattoo across her shoulder blade, who attacks the bag like it fights back, and she has vowed to win at any cost.

To the middle aged woman with a mousey, innocent librarian’s face and a lithe body that could dead-lift the moon, who uses two bags if there’s enough room in class, who doesn’t tire easy, who doesn’t make a sound.

To the black woman with strong arms and a belly and big thighs who sweats and fights and fights and laughs through her own struggling, who talked to me for the first time today and had a beautiful Caribbean accent.

To the pale skinned, heavy-set, friendly-faced Mom of four who loves talking about her kids while we all stretch, who said to me “oh I love EMTS, they’ve helped me a lot, bless you” when she learned what I do when I’m not here, who uses weights far heavier than the ones I can handle.

To whichever woman in the part of the room I cannot see makes loud, heaving grunting sounds while we do ab work on the padded floor.

To our instructor who is wrinkled and tanned and pure muscle, who sings along to the songs into her headset microphone, who laughs at us and with us, who reminds me of my mother.

I fall in love a little bit every week, the way we encourage and tease and feed off each other. Women making other women stronger.

Trollhunters FanFic – “Like for Like, Echo for Echo”

After the silence of loneliness, Barbara Lake is all too ready to chase after an echo only he can give her…

A prequel of sorts to An Amorous Attack.

The night is dark and full of Stricklake, she whispers…


Originally posted by drunkbroadway

Dedicated to @humanityinahandbag & @bifacialler, my fellow shipmates in Stricklake Hell and who deserve all the love and encouragement in the world! Ler my love, please feel free to think of this as an early birthday present =) 

Fair bit of warning, folks, it gets quite steamy here. Nothing that warrants an Explicit or Mature rating, of course, but…well, if you read An Amorous Attack, you know what’s in store. 

Originally posted by hideawayandhaven

As always, I hope you enjoy! 

“You know…you didn’t have to walk me home.”

He arched a brow at her as they made their way up to her porch, the gesture making those (so unfairly gorgeous) green eyes of his glint as his mouth curled into a half smile, the same one that had made Barbara’s heart do such a strange little spasm when first seeing it that she had been worried until she realized that oh, that’s fluttering.

That had been followed by Oh God, what the hell are you thinking, getting a crush on your son’s teacher?

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All In Your Head

A/N: I don't know what this is, Im planning on making this a few parts long. I literally just sat down and started writing bs and this is where we got LOL I know this will probably be confusing at first but once i upload and write a few more parts it’ll make sense! Enjoy xx

Characters: Mary, Sam, Dean, Reader

Parings: Sam x Dean x Reader!Sister

Warnings: Panic attack, cutting????

Word Count: 1,200


Flashbacks are in italics

You were blessing the boys always told you, they always wanted a little sister, especially Dean, but you always heard your dad, John, say otherwise. Any time he spoke to your brothers about you while you eavesdropped from you bedroom in the motel it was always “she was a mistake” “This wasn’t suppose to happen”

You would always cry for hours at night by yourself, you always told yourself it was because he was drunk he didn’t mean those things, regardless if he was sober or not he would always come in while you pretended to sleep, holding back your tears to make sure you were tucked in and safe.

But when John died all those things you always overheard him saying vanished from your mind, the boys never made you feel like you were a mistake, they never made you feel like you didn’t belong, they never singled you out, they did everything they could for you and you did the same.


You were happy for the boys when they had their reunion with Mary, you barely knew what it was like to have a Mom and so did they, so you could only imagine how they felt, you couldn’t even put into words how you felt and she wasn’t even your Mom.

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