no my darling daughter

Here’s some Susan Pevensie and Wendy Darling headcanons

  • they met in england a few years after susan lost her family
  • susan hasn’t smile in months and she’s thinking about moving to america because england looks too much like narnia
  • but damn wendy changed everything
  • they’re so different
  • one is light itself
  • when the other is more reserved
  • wendy wanted to be a pirate when susan was a queen
  • but they’re also so alike
  • they’re both very motherly
  • but more importantly they’re two girls who went into a magical land
  • but don’t belong there anymore
  • they know how it feels
  • they tell each other’s stories
  • they talk about mermaids
  • and fairies
  • and lost boys
  • they hold hands
  • and they kiss
  • and wendy becomes susan’s new family
  • they’ve been told they wouldn’t be happy back on earth
  • but here they are growing old side by side

Asexual Awareness Week Day 1: A canonically asexual character | Liraz, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

She had said she didn’t feel fear, but it was a lie; this was her fear: being left alone. Because of one thing she was certain, and it was that she could never love, not like that. Trust a stranger with her flesh? The closeness, the quiet. She couldn’t imagine it. Breathing someone else’s breath as they breathed yours, touching someone, opening for them? The vulnerability of it made her flush. It would mean submission, letting down her guard, and she wouldn’t. Ever. Just the thought made her feel small and weak as a child—and Liraz did not like to feel small and weak.

  • Luke: Okay sweetheart, how to spell Penguin?
  • Luke's daughter: P E N G U I N
  • Luke: Good job!!
  • Calum: Okay son, spell Bassist.
  • Calum's son: B A S S I S T
  • Calum: Alright! that's my son!
  • Ashton: Okay darling, spell Positivity.
  • Ashton's daughter: P O S I T I V I T Y
  • Ashton: Good job sweetheart!
  • Michael: Okay son, do what daddy told you. You know how to pronounce it.
  • Everyone: *stares at Michael's son*
  • Michael's son: B.. Balls, F.. Fuck, P.. Penis.
  • Everyone: *glares at Michael*
  • Michael: That's my boy!! *claps enthusiastically and smiles like a proud mama*
Random oneshot? [Lucifer morningstar x Reader]

A/n: I thought of a possible story I could write or keep it as a one-shot where the reader and Lucifer have an 8-year-old daughter. 

 “No, absolutely not.” You state entering the penthouse with Lucifer on your tail. “I don’t want that-that whore anywhere near our creation. Your mother will not be staying here.” You add spinning on your heels to face the devil. 

 “I knew this was going to happen,” Lucifer muttered to himself, of course, he agreed with his wife on the matter. He didn’t want his own mother near his child. “It’s only for a little till I can figure out what to do with her.” Taking a deep breath, you slowly nod your head. 

“If she goes anywhere close to Zila, I’m personally dragging her ass back to hell.” 

 “Of course my darling wife.” The devil replies, kissing your forehead. “Now considering our daughter is asleep. We can take this conversation to the bedroom and quietly expression ourselves.” You let out a chuckle. 

 “Is there anything besides sex that’s on your mind?” 

 “Who do you think I am?” Lucifer states with a shocking expression. “I think about many different things like which heels would look better on my wife, or if I should have bought you that dress earlier. Which I regret not doing.” 

 “My goodness Luci. Just so you know, I’m going to keep my distance from your mother as well. I don’t like being around her, and since Zila is usually with one of us, I suggest having her over at the detective’s house till this issue is sorted out. I’m sure Trixie and Zila will get along.” 

 “Perhaps but I don’t think the Detective will like our daughter sassy personality.” 

 “You haven’t even told anyone about Zila have you?” 

 “She’s never gotten into any conversation but I’ve dropped hints. Besides, it’s exciting to think about her reaction.” 

 “I’m sure Chloe will be shocked.”

robotic-isabelle  asked:

Autistic robots though. For some, the faintest whisper is a roar, their ears are stuck on high. Others may be unable to recognize certain shapes "no face recognized" when they look at their SO. That's one odd the bad days. Many have inefficient memory storage and have to search for several minutes before finally producing the word 'sink'. I've been thinking about this recently.

my perfect darling daughter alice is autistic..!

her special interest is insects…she info dumps about them constantly and it makes her happier than anything in the Whole World

You cannot tell me when the night comes for Victor and Yuuri to take in the babysitter for Dad Night Out that Victor will have a list waiting on his iPad for the babysitter.

Yuuri is standing next to him, quietly urging him their reservation will be taken, and Victor is speaking to the baby sitter with a dead serious expression on his face.

“Our precious Nicole loves to watch My Little Pony at seven o’clock, and make sure she eats all her vegetables. She gets picky with cauliflower, but remind her it’s for her own good-,”

Yuuri pulls on his arm roughly, “Now, now Victor, we don’t want to lose our reservation, and I’m sure Yuri knows exactly what to do.”

He tugs forcefully, dragging Victor out of the front door, “You have our numbers, and the emergency numbers are on the fridge,” he manages to jerk Victor away where he’s hugging their daughter to bits. 

“Bye, bye my darling pup, Papa and Daddy love you!”

“Mind Yuri,” Yuuri reminds her softly, “he’s going tot take care of you.”

Yuri and Nicole wave goodbye from the front door.

“Thanks for not hitting Papa with the iPad, Yuri.”

“I won’t guarantee I won’t next time.”

Nicole looks up, “Yuri?”

“Yeah?”

“I bet my Rockruff can beat your Persian.”

“Bring it.”

6

Fake Family Photos: Absolutely Fabulous

Mummy & “Sweetie Darling” (Actual name: Saffron) through the years. And you thought your mum was the worst…

43 Weeks Pregnant // My Birthing Checklist


“You’re still pregnant?!” -Anyone that I see or speak too.
Tell me about it, folks.


This is a queued post that I am writing on 3/16/2017 in hopes that I do not have the chance to reach 44 weeks. I am 43 weeks pregnant today and 5cm dilated, it has taken me some days to get from 1cm to 5cm.

If this post goes up that means that I am not here to stop the queue because I am dilating further and am gone or making preparations for the baby! Gosh. So exciting just thinking of it.. I wish I was at this current moment and hope I don’t have to stop it.

I did say that at 44 weeks I will be forced to just go ahead and get induced at the hospital if my darling daughter is just that stubborn and will not come on her own. It breaks my heart to even just think of how it’s looking like it’s going to go. Garrett thinks that I should’ve been induced at 41 weeks max. I am ten months pregnant, gosh it seems way longer than it certainly feels, I have all of my bags packed and tucked away in the back of the car prepared just in case the baby comes. My mother isn’t here yet so the kids will either go with my niece or Sayoko will have to come and get them so she can watch them until someone can come take them. All of my plans and preparations are all set, planned and ready to go. The tent is in the back of the car as well so we can set it up since we won’t know exactly how long we’ll be up by the creek once the contractions hit, we may have to camp for the night. We’ve got the camera all set up, extra battery packs and Garrett brought along his tripod as well for videotaping it since.. yes, I will be videotaping my unmedicated raw birth in a creek! I’ll go more into depth below for those of you that are curious, what I all packed to go into the wild and give birth with no help!

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anonymous asked:

pidge is a beautiful girl. my beautiful daughter. my tech darling. dreamworks put her on their drawing for international women's day. it's canon. the pidge gender discourse is fuckin over

THAT WHAT I THOUGHT TOO until i saw two (2) people call pidge “he” and i’m like *blood curdling scream*