mommy is alive


You acted like the bad guy in front of her, but I know you’re hurt inside. I was aiming for that.

Baby 101

Summary: Lance changes your sons diaper.

Pairing: Lance x Reader (and son)

Warnings: just some daddy Lance :)

A/N: Tomorrow I’ll either upload a part of Tainted Love or BITL so be prepared for either one of those. Anyways this is just a lil Lance drabble, hope ya enjoy :)

You were exhausted. Actually, not even exhausted was the right fit for how you felt at the moment. You were drained; tired but you were still sitting in the rocking chair that was in the living room, holding your son who wouldn’t let you have a five-minute nap.

But maybe, just maybe he would this time. He was calm, eyes fluttering closed and you let out a sweet sigh, a lazy smile spread on your face. Your eyes began to close as well, hoping for even a minute of sleep but that dream was soon crushed  when your son began crying.

Your eyes snap open and land on your baby. “There’s no tears coming from your eyes you faker.”

This made your son wail even more and you groan. “I can’t get five minutes of sleep? Just five minutes?”

Your son continued to cry and you rocked him back and forth. “Where’s your dad at?” you sigh, looking at the front door before turning you gaze back to your baby.

Seeing as the rocking wasn’t helping, you sigh and pull down your shirt to breastfeed. “You hungry, handsome boy? Hmm?”

He wasn’t hungry.

You pull your shirt up and rub his back, trying to calm him down but nothing was helping. It was then that Lance came through the door, hair tousled like he had been running his fingers through it and he dropped his bag on the floor. He lets out a sigh and shuts the door, laying his head on the wood.

“Sorry I’m late. Cassie kept messing up her routine so we had to stay even later until she got it right.” He sighed, turning around to you. Cassie was one of his students. She was fourteen years old and super nice.

“It’s okay,” you hummed.

Lance’s eyebrows furrowed and he nodded over to his son. “What’s wrong with Caleb?”

It’s your turn to sigh. “He won’t stop crying and I don’t know what’s wrong. I tried everything and-” you pause and lift your son up, smelling him. “He needs his diaper changed. That’s why he’s crying.”

You rub your eyes and sigh once more before moving to get up. Lance – seeing how tired you were – placed his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit back down. “I’ve got this, baby.”

“Are you sure? I just need to-”

“You’re tired. Go to the room and get some sleep. I’ll watch Caleb.” He cuts you off.

You smile and stand up. “Thank you so much Lance.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. “Anything for my wife.” He pulls away and takes your son in his hands. “C’mon my little cabbage, let’s get you changed.”

You smile as you walk to yours and Lance’s shared room. Lance calls Caleb “little cabbage” because the first thing you changed him into was a green onesie and it made him laugh because he looked like a little cabbage.

Upon entering the room, you stretch before climbing into bed and snuggling up. You were almost asleep when you heard Lance talking to your son.

“We gotta let mommy sleep because she’s tired and she needs her beauty sleep. Not that she’s not beautiful already. No, your mommy is the most gorgeous mommy alive and I’m a very lucky guy.” you hear him say and you smile. After his little speech you hear Lance pulling the adhesive tabs off and your eyes widen.

You jump out of bed and run over to Caleb’s nursery. “Lance, wait! You have to-”

You arrive in time to see Caleb peeing all over Lance. “Oh fuck,” he cursed, covering his sons privates with the diaper again. “He pissed all over me!”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh but failing immensely. Lance glares at you and you watch the liquid drop off of his chin and onto his shirt.

“You think this is funny?”

You shut your mouth. “No..” but it doesn’t take long for you to burst into laughter once again.

Lance looks over at his son who was gurgling happily and he shakes his head. “Cabbage, what the hell man? You’re not supposed to pee all over daddy.”

Your son only smiles at his father and you grin. “Go change and wash your face, I’ll finish this.”

Lance sighs. “Okay but afterwards you’re taking a nap,” You nod and he smirked at you. “cause you need all the energy you can get now that your doctor cleared you for sex.”

You shake your head at his words, trying not to smile but failing. “Shut up and go change.”

“Will do.” The two of you meet halfway. “But first, kiss me.”

He leans in but you move away quickly. “Lance!”

“Okay, okay!” he chuckled. “I’m going.”

A/N: I have a friend named Caleb who I sometimes call cabbage (but I mostly call him Chelsea {Chelsea is the girl version of Caleb I guess you could say} he even signed my get-well card with Chelsea back in 8th grade lmao) so that’s where the inspiration for cabbage comes from lmao. Hope ya liked this lil drabble, tell me what ya think!


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25 great films released in Brazil in 2014

25. The Congress, by Ari Folman 

24. Nightcrawler, by Dan Gilroy

23. La Jalousie, by Philippe Garrel

22. Ain’t Them Bodies Saint, by David Lowery

21. The Rover, by David Michôd

20. Quando Eu Era Vivo, by Marco Dutra

19. Ida, by Pawel Pawlikowski

18. The Immigrant, by James Gray

17. Enemy, by Dennis Villeneuve

16. Guardians of the Galaxy, by James Gunn

15. Begin Again, by John Carney

14. Nebraska, by Alexander Payne

13. Only Lovers Left Alive, by Jim Jarmusch

12. O Lobo Atrás da Porta, by Fernando Coimbra

11. Her, by Spike Jonze

10. Praia do Futuro, by Karim Ainouz

09. Gone Girl, by David Fincher

08. Inside Llewyn Davis, by Joel and Ethan Coen

07. A Most Wanted Man, by Anton Corbijn

06. Gloria, by Sebastián Lelio

05. Stories We Tell, by Sarah Polley

04. Happy Christmas, by Joe Swanberg

03. Mommy, by Xavier Dolan

02. Boyhood, by Richard Linklater

01. Under the Skin, by Jonathan Glazer

Submitted by: @chaos-and-the-calm67

A/N: ANGSTY, I every single one of you are going to hate me after you read this. 

“What’s wrong with Mommy?” Your daughter, Catherine asked as you entered your hospital room and she approached the side of your bed. 

You smiled at the sound of hearing your daughters voices. “Mommy is just not feeling well. Right Daddy?” Your oldest daughter, Charlotte who was nine years old, looked up to Dean. 

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Dean answered, swallowing hard. He didn’t have the heart to tell them you were saying goodbye for the last time. “Hi Mommy!” Your other daughter, Cassie who ran right up, but she couldn’t jump on the bed because she was afraid of hurting Mommy or causing her any kind of pain. 

“Hello girls.” You managed to say in a weak voice. “How are you, Mom?” Charlotte asked, chewing the inside of her mouth. “I’m better now that I am with you three.” You said reaching out for her hand. Charlotte gave you her hand and you squeezed it and kissed it. 

“Charlotte, Daddy has informed me that you have been keeping the girls hopes up and that you are acting just like he did when he was growing up towards Uncle Sammy. Never stop, okay?” Charlotte’s little eyes brimmed with tears, and she didn’t hear you say don’t cry, baby girl, because her sobs filled the room as she hugged you and held on tight. 

Charlotte didn’t want to let you go but she knew she had too. 

“Bring Cassie to me.” You whispered in Charlotte’s ear, when she pulled away from your hug. 

Charlotte plopped Cassie on the bed beside you and took a step back. 

“Cassie, I hear you are so much like Uncle Sammy. You always want to help. That’s very good. Never forget that.” You said running a hand through her golden brown hair. 

“Okay Mommy” She said, nodding her head understanding. She leaned in and kissed your cheeks. “I love you baby.” You said trying hard not to cry. “I love you too, Mommy.” She said, pressing her lips together. 

“Bring Catherine to me.” You directed Dean. Your last baby. She wouldn’t remember you off as well as the others but that would be up to Dean, Charlotte, Cassie and the others to keep your memory alive. 

“Mommy!” She cried out excitedly. 

Her smile almost allowing you to forget what was about to come. 

“Catherine, never stop smiling.” You said squishing her cheeks. 

“Okay.” She shrugged, not sure at that time what that meant. 

“Kiss Mommy.” Dean whispered in her ear. Catherine kissed you and Dean scooped Catherine up and set her back down on the ground. 

Dean and You already said goodbye without the girls and you looked at Dean and the girls for the last time laid up in the hospital bed. 

Dean kissed you on the top of your head and when he did you closed your eyes for the last time. 

Okay. It’s okay. Dean had to keep reminding himself. 

The End! 

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What would you do
What would you do
If your daddy knew

Would you still kiss him like you do
Would you still love him

What would you do
What would you do
If your mommy was alive

If she came in without knocking on your door
With you and your brother sprawled on the floor

What would you do
What would you do

—  If your parents knew
How to Cope With Your Crippling Mommy Issues

by Leo Valdez

(Co-written by Nico di Angelo)

(Forward by Hazel Levesque)

(Dedicated to Frank Zhang)

“This book changed my life forever!” - Piper McLean

“I didn’t even know my mother.” - Jason Grace

“Trust me that’s a good thing.” - Thalia Grace

“I would recommend this book to anyone who has problems with their mothers randomly glowing green and predicting the end of the world.” - Luke Castellan

“I loved it!” - Percy Jackson

“Shut up Percy.” - Everyone else

Don't Break Pinky Promises...
  • Little: Mommy?
  • Mommy: Yes sweetie?
  • Little: Can we go to the park today?
  • Mommy: No sweetie not today but tomorrow. I promise.
  • Little: Pinky promise? *holds out pinky*
  • Mommy: *links pinkies togeter* Yes honey, I pinky promise.
  • Little: *turns into batman little* If you break this promise, I will break your pinkies off then has my stuffie eat you alive*
  • Mommy: Awwwww your so cute
  • Little: *gets a batman voice* I'm not cute, I'm Batman
  • (Mommy can be substitute for Daddy)

anonymous asked:

Wanna see Taiko in mommy mode if Helidon was alive (I've watched the latest episode of the Abridged TFS Dragon Ball and Piccolo was very maternal )

Man, a Taiko in mommy mode would actually be a really scary Taiko

I really don’t know how to caption this. This is for my mom, because I miss her so much. The biggest regret of my life was and is now not appreciating my mom when she was alive.

My mom died February 17, 2013. Which is not that long ago, but this February it will be one whole year without my mom. She died in her sleep, and I still don’t know how she really died. She was way too young to die at this age.  The worst part about her death is that I was there. And I feel like I could’ve done something about it. I still remember screaming and crying in my dad’s car, and I kept saying “She has to be alive. Please be alive Mommy. Please.” And my dad looked into my eyes and said
“I’m sorry baby but I don’t think she will be alive.” And at that moment, all hope drained from my body.

I still have nightmares. I still miss her. I still remember like it was yesterday.

The point of me telling you this is so you will learn to cherish and love your parents and loved ones now.  Before it’s too late. Cherish every single minute of your life with them, because you don’t know when it will be your last.

Mommy, I’m still your princess Jasmine. I will be so successful when I grow up and I will make you so proud of me. I love you so much, Josh does too.

We miss you, mama.

“So this is me swallowing my pride

Standing in front of you, saying I’m sorry for that night

And I go back to December all the time

It turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you

Wishing I’d realized what I had when you were mine

I go back to December, turn around and make it alright

I go back to December all the time”

(Idea from ipadhbu)

I'm come with a cost! Paid in full not a monthly lease/fee

I’m a dignified woman with reasonable standards for myself and my future. Marriage is something that I’ll want very soon. Not desperate, I just want the God ordained covenant. I won’t always force timelines on someone that I’m dating but I’ll make sure me and myself are in clear agreement with them. Many women aren’t married only by their choice. Just how men have a plethora of women they can choose from, so do we have a plethora of men who are waiting to have woman of our caliber. I’m not perfect but I know what I’m worth; and this is realized with total humility. I do know that I’ll be an exceptional God-fearing wife, and mother, some day who will be willing to learn what is necessary for my husband to feel like he’s the greatest man alive. Mommy did it. So, what would I be to not follow her footsteps/example. Therefore, I’ll treat myself as that; a graceful woman. The timeline is there and I plan on being paid for and not rented. That may mean moving on or waiting to see progress with one. Everyone isn’t cut out for marriage but I know who I am and my characteristics speak loud and clear to my destiny. And I’m still cultivating and growing and I’ll plan to do the same in my future. No rush, just timelines…. Don’t be afraid to set them ladies. Learn to be a lady, make the man feel wanted. You won’t get everything right and don’t immediately feel like someone else can do it, if you love him keep working at it but if you aren’t in his plans then let it go. I’m learning a lot!