see you at the farm

I am running a campaign where the end boss is a lich necromancer. He is raising the dead and sending them to wreak havoc in a nearby town. I explained to the players that all the dead of the town are rising as undead servants of the lich.

Me: Okay, while you are speaking to the bartender a halfling comes barreling into the tavern and looking very distressed. He goes to the bartender (an ex-adventurer) and whispers something to her frantically. She turns to the party and tells you that Barthen the halfling farmer is willing to pay 50 gold to anyone who can kill the badgers that are ravaging his farm.

(most of the party agrees to help, there are some shenanigans in the bar because the fighter has never seen a tiefling and is convinced that the bartender is a demon-lady)

Me: okay, you arrive at the farm, and you see…

three giant badgers.

Druid: wait giant badgers?

Fighter: I thought they were just regular badgers

Me: they are decidedly not regular badgers. They are in fact, giant badgers.

Fighter: I throw both of my spears at them (the fighter has feats and dual wields spears)

(they eventually kill all three of them after some burning hands hooliganism)

Me: Well done.

Cleric ooc: how much exp do we get?

Me: Well, you’re not done yet.

Druid ooc: What?

Me: As you walk away from the farm, you see movement. You turn to see three giant undead badgers, one of which is on fire.

Druid: I roll to cry.

stardew valley // rochelle of fables in her cosy farmhouse.

Fallout universe Health and Food-related headcanons

Because I’m a holistic health and homesteading nut… :’)

  • Sea salt is a major export of coastal states.
  • Another export of coastal states is whale blubber, which is extremely rare and difficult to obtain. It is a high-end source of carbs (see studies on Inuit diets if you want more about that) and would be a delicacy within upper-class settlements.
  • Salt is one of the only existing seasonings (and is used heavily in meat preservation, making cold cuts and little dried fish quite common!), any internationally sourced spices would have long since been used up, never to be replenished.
  • Because of this, Peppercorns are extremely rare, and a very high priced commodity prized more-so as conversation pieces than culinary tools.
  • Salt is also used in hair products. Mixed with warm water and vodka/rum it makes a great volumizer!
  • Tea brewed with hubflower has similar effects to caffeine.
  • Hubflower and mentats make one hell of an energy drink, like ginkgo tea on crack lol
  • We can assume that bees still exist post-war, because of the remaining flora in the Wastes. Honey is the major sweetener, although it is sold at a premium because beekeeping would be a very dangerous career. (Raiding parties would hit beekeeping farms hard)
  • If you see someone without a pocket-full of pemmican on them they’re probably dead tbh
  • Ketosis is common but not completely necessary. Farms and settlements often have razorgrain, maize/corn, tatos and various tubers, which are the major carbohydrate sources.
  • Razorgrain and corn flour/meal is a winter staple. Most people consist off of breads and snow-buried caches filled with thin meats in areas where the ground becomes inhospitable with the cold months.
  • Despite conflicting dialogue concerning the existence of fish, FISH DEFINITELY STILL EXIST
  • Pruno, moonshine, mead and beer are extremely common, as the means to craft them are widely available.
  • Common household nutrient supplements would include: cured liver, bone broth, and gelatin. 
  • Daily oral care consists of alcohol-based mouthwash (straight vodka, preferably), and brushing with tallow soap.
  • Tallow-based soap is readily available and decent hygiene really isn’t a huge issue with anyone who isn’t a piss-poor drifter.
  • ok but can you imagine cornbread with farm sourced honey and mirelurk eggs because i’m hungry as hell rn
  • In controlled environments with plenty of rest and medical supervision, stimpaks can help a person make a miraculous recovery from injury, and erase scarring. However, if used in a high-tension situation coupled with little rest and lack of consistent nutrition, scarring and/or perminant damage will occur.
  • The real-world equivalents of (some of the) Fallout drugs are:
    Med-X: Morphine
    Psycho: PCP
    Mentats: Methylphenidate
    Jet: Methamphetamine
    Calmex: Ketamine
    Day Tripper: Oxycodone
  • People raised in Vaults or who have defected from environments like the Institute have high mortality rates. If their lack of hardcore survival knowledge doesn’t kill them first, the shock of radiation poisoning will.
  • Obesity is next to impossible and a luxury only EXTREMELY wealthy people can afford. As excess weight gain is a product of energy storage (specifically carbs and sugars), the high protein/fat and low carb/sugar diet of the typical Wastelander would leave them in a state of constant energy absorption, coupled with the fact that not everyone is lucky enough to get even one meal a day.


Finding Home (Part 4)

Steve x Reader

Modern Day AU

Summary: US Army Capt Steve Rogers has never had a family of his own, but after receiving a random card while on deployment - he suddenly feels like he has one. Sometimes home can be a place, sometimes it can be a person, and sometimes it’s a place you’ve never been. A story of love, family, and home.

*based on the movie The Christmas Card*

Finding Home MasterList

You pulled off the paved main road and onto the dirt road that led to your parents house and your small cottage, you looked in your rearview mirror watching as Steve followed behind on his motorcycle.  You pull into the drive and park the truck jumping out and walking over to where Steve had parked his back and now stood looking toward your parents house.

“It isn’t much, but it’s home and I love it.”  You give him a shy smile, and walk towards the barn, turning to tell him about some of the responsibilities of the farm, but you find that he isn’t beside you, but still looking at the house.

You walk back towards him, going back to stand beside next to him looking at him curiously, “Steve?  Are you okay?”

“It’s perfect.  It’s exactly-  It’s wonderful.  You’re lucky you got to grow up here.”  He gives you a smile and you take note of the wonder showing in his eyes.  You have never seen anyone look at your parents house in such awe other than yourself.

“Come on, I’ll show you the barn.  I figured I could get you settled in the house, then I’ll make some dinner for everyone.”  Steve smiles at you and motions for you to lead the way.  He follows you closely, and listenes intently to everything you are saying.  His focus on you is unwavering, you suppose it is his military training kicking in.

He wanted to be sure that when he helped out, he wouldn’t be doing anything wrong.  Plus your voice was like a soft melody that he could listen to for hours.  Everything seemed easy enough, so after taking him around the farm, you led him back to the house.  

“Let’s go inside I’ll show you your room.”  You open the front door and lead Steve in the living room.  There are two couches facing each other a dark wooden coffee table in the center, a tv hangs over the stone fireplace.  He takes in the cozy space, it was perfect, everything he imagined and more.  It even smelled amazing, like the cookie candles Natasha has sent to Bucky in one of her care packages.

Looking around the room, focusing on a wall filled with pictures, some old, some new, most held your image at various ages. “it’s exactly what I imagined.”

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I Didn’t Know (Peter x Reader)

Summary: Y/N Wilson, daughter of the Falcon awaits her fathers’ return in the Stark Towers with only the letters Tony can receive for her til then. One night, for old times sake, she runs down to an old Thai place and sees a familiar face.

Featuring: dad!sam ; weirduncle!tony ; aunt may!

A/N: Okay, so I’m fairly positive Steve breaks everyone out of the prison somehow at the end of Civil War, but let’s pretend he didn’t so this fic makes sense !

Warnings: sad post civil war times, friends; separated families (??); is this angst I can’t tell

Word Count: 1.7k

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Battle for Mewni: The evolution of Star Butterfly

Hello, guys!

It’s been awhile, but I’m back. After Battle for Mewni I was trying to figure out what I wanted to write about and now I know. I want to talk about the characters and how rich they were in those episodes. I think these episodes really shaped the characters in new ways so I hope you’re willing to dive in with me.  So, let’s start with Star.

In the beginning, Star is acting like her normal self. I personally think while Star has grown a lot this season, but in these moments she wants to show off for her mom. She keeps trying to use her magic to impress her mom like when she goes after the rats. She’s also more than ready for action which is very similar to the Star we meet in season one.  What I like about this is it is still the fun Star that we all know and love.

She’s fearless and ready to beat Toffee. She is very frustrated by the fact that Moon is running scared. She doesn’t realize that Moon’s fear comes from a place of her past, but also from a place of wanting to protect her daughter at all costs. I like this contrast between the two of them, it shows us how naive Star really is. We see this further when Star continues to push Moon and she blurts out that Lechmet is dead.

Star is shocked by this but still, pushes that they go fight. While of course, she is right, Moon isn’t exactly wrong either. They do need to hide for the time being so that they can think of a plan to tackle this problem. Both girls have flawed logic here. Running away from the problem doesn’t do anything, but charging in blindly is not a smart idea either. Star wants to fight and at this moment she is confident in the fact that she destroyed Toffee before. She thinks that she can do anything and that magic will be able to do that.

I love how they highlight this. Star doesn’t care if the magic is corrupted and wants to use it anyway because it’s what she knows. She still hasn’t completely gotten the value of doing things that hard way sometimes. I love this because as we know in “The hard way”, Glossaryck calls Star a skimmer. At this point in time Star is still very much the skimmer, she only looks at the surface of things and doesn’t take the time to think things through. I think all these little pieces we’ve seen so far are beautiful character reminders and prepare us for the metamorphosis we see with Star.

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“I’m gonna need you two to get married on a farm. A lot of my joke’s rely on that.” -Charles Boyle, about his future wedding toast to Jake and Amy.

B99 is filming at a farm do you see where I’m getting at

Also Dan Goor said there was no proposal this season but… who said you need a proposal to get married

It was the most happy moment of your life, the ending of highschool. The parting dance from adolescence to adulthood. Prom. Pulling into the driveway of your loves farm you see her mother taking a picture of her in her dress. She looks so beautiful. Your sweet Dylannetta.

Rick’s sister (Daryl Dixon x Reader) Part 3

Fandom: The Walking Dead

A/N: I’m so sorry it took me that long guys! I’m doing my best to keep up with everything in my life right now so I hope that you will forgive me :) 

Imagine being Rick’s little sister. He thinks you’re dead but you survived somehow to find him and his group at the farm months after the outbreak. Now you live with the group and Shane decides to be a ‘jerk’ to you. After your argument with Daryl you find out that Andrea shot him. 

Part 1

Part 2 

You smiled softly as Carol joked about being happy to see a potato and being able to cook in a real kitchen. Maggie chuckled with the others and smiled at you while helping you dress the tables for tonight’s dinner. You had to admit that helping in the kitchen was soothing and it gave you the opportunity to think about something else than Daryl’s mean words and behavior. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps into the hallway next to the living-room made you look up in the direction of the doorway.

“Maggie, what’s this?” Hershel’s voice said from the living-room’s door. You gulped as you could hear the annoyance and the disappointment into the old man’s voice. You looked up at him for a second then quickly turned your eyes to glance at Maggie who already seemed pissed off.

“I’ll help the girls with the potatoes…” You said just above a whisper and excused yourself in the kitchen to give them some space. As you walked next to Carol, you looked back at Maggie to see her arguing with her father and you sighed as you grabbed a potato and smiled at the grey-haired woman. Carol smiled back at you but her smile was tainted with pain and sorrow, you wanted to tell her that Daryl would find her daughter, that he was the only one who could do it but only thinking about saying his name out loud brought tears into your eyes. You looked down, listening to the girls with a neutral expression until you heard Lori complain about life once again. You loved Lori like a sister, after all she was your sister-in-law, but you knew what she did while Rick was fighting for his life in the hospital.  

“I’m glad to finally eat something else than squirrels over a camp fire.” Lori said and the other women laughed. Even if you were hurt and pissed off at Daryl, you couldn’t help but feel the need to defend him and his hunting skills. Lori’s words were meant as a joke but you were already too sensitive to catch the humorous tone in her voice.

“If it wasn’t for Daryl’s squirrels, we would all be dead right now… We would have starved to death, Lori. Try to be a little bit more grateful for what he’s doing for this group.” You said, not even bothering to look at them. “As far as I’m concerned, he’s the only one who’s still looking for Sophia and it’s the end of the afternoon.”

“(Y/N), honey, I didn’t mean it like that…” Lori started to explain but suddenly you heard a loud scream from outside the farm house.

Your heart skip a beat as you dropped the knife and the potato you had in your hands. Your head wiped to the side, looking out of the window and straight into the field before the farm. You could see some people running around and fear gripped your heart.

“That voice…” You whispered, your eyes meeting Lori’s frightened ones.

“Rick!” She gasped and suddenly she bolted out of the kitchen with you right behind her.

You ran as fast as you could, your heart beating against your chest as Lori kept screaming Rick’s name. Hershel and his family were also running outside and the old man asked what was happening but your eyes were focused on Rick and Shane. They were carrying an in unconscious man, Andrea was apologizing and tried to say that she couldn’t have known it was him. You frowned as you caught Glenn looking at you with worried eyes and that is when you understood.

This man was Daryl.  

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. Daryl was covered in blood and mud, his side seemed hurt and his head seemed… shot? Your eyes started to water without your consent and you glared at Rick, the fear of losing Daryl was overwhelming.

“What the hell happened?!” You almost screamed and rushed towards your brother to look at the hunter. You cupped Daryl’s cheeks and lifted his unconscious face up to inspect it closely. You bite your lips and shook your head in disbelief. “What happened?” You asked again but Rick only sighed and looked at you with sad eyes before continuing his trip to the farm’s front door.

“Rick!” You called out, hating that your own brother was walking away to avoid your question.

“He’ll be fine (Y/N), he’s unconscious but the bullet only grazed him” Rick said over his shoulder, making you stop in your tracks and turn around with your mouth slightly open.

“Bullet? Someone shot Daryl?!” You said in disbelief, this was insane. You looked around and your eyes landed on Andrea. The blond took a step in your direction and looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I thought that he was a walker. I was only trying to protect the group…” Andrea said but you jumped in and cut her with a shriek.

“Are you kidding me?” Andrea took a step back and looked at you with watering eyes. “You shot Daryl!” You screamed again, your fists clenching at your side.

Andrea nodded her head and you lost it. You lunged at her, seeing red and don’t even understanding what you were doing. Your fists keep connecting with Andrea’s face until you felt someone grab you and tore you away from the blond as they lift you up in the air, your feet not touching the ground.

“Let go of me!” You screamed, kicking and fighting over the person’s arms.

“Calm down (Y/N)! Stop it!” You heard T-Dog’s voice say then Glenn appeared before you, his face showing fear and irritation.

“(Y/N), listen to me! Daryl will need you, what is done is done. Beating Andrea won’t help Daryl now! It’s not like you, (Y/N).” Glenn tried to reason you as he tried to lead you away from the group and into the house. Your breathing was laborious and your knuckles were bruised but you didn’t care, no one in this group really cared about Daryl and that was what made you lashed out. Finally, Glenn lead you into the house and you let him, you knew that he was right and you also desperately needed to see Daryl.

“You’re okay?” Glenn asked when you entered the hallway that lead to the bedroom where Daryl was. You looked at Glenn and shrugged your shoulders but suddenly everything caught up to you.

“I… I don’t know what to do if he… I don’t know Glenn. I’m…” You stuttered, your voice breaking at the end and tears went down your cheeks. Glenn sighed and brought you in a warm hug, you hugged your friend back and let your feelings take over for several seconds before pulling away and smiling weakly at him.

“Thanks.” You told him just above a whisper, making him smile then open his mouth to answer but suddenly the door a door at the end of the hallway opened and Rick ran outside.

“(Y/N)! Can you help?” Rick said in a rush before going back in the room. Your heart jumped in your chest and you rushed in the room, looking back over your shoulder to thank Glenn with your eyes. The young man smiling softly to encourage you as you stepped into the bedroom.

“What can I do?” You asked in a rush, your eyes glued to your injured hunter. Hershel was starting to cut Daryl’s undershirt as he looked briefly at you then focused back on the task at hand.

“(Y/N), can you come over here and hold his head still, please?” Hershel asked in a calm voice and you nodded your head before rushing to the other side of the bed and kneeling next to an unconscious Daryl and you placed his head carefully on your lap.

Hershel nodded in approval and removed the shattered undershirt of Daryl’s chest. Even in the current circumstances, you couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the hunter’s muscular chest. You glanced up at Hershel to see him smirk knowingly, indeed his behavior made you blush even more. Hershel turned Daryl on his side carefully and your eyes widen as you saw his back. It was covered in scars, some were hidden under the thick layer of dirt and mud that was covering his skin but you could see what kind of scars they were. Your heart hurt for him and you could feel the tears in your eyes threatening to fall but you swallowed them back and closed your eyes to calm down. As Hershel started to tend to his injured side, you softly ran your fingers through Daryl’s short hair trying to give him as much tenderness as you could with this simple gesture. You were lost in your thoughts but suddenly your brother’s voice brought you back to reality.

“What happened to your hands?” Rick asked as he got closer, his features wearing concern and confusion as he saw you being soft with Daryl. You looked up at him, biting your lips and shrugging your shoulders in hope to avoid the conversation.

“Nothing.” You answered but Rick tilted his head to the side and you knew that you were in trouble.

“(Y/N) …” Rick warned and you groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes.

“Fine! I knocked Andrea on her ass for what she did, that’s all.” You mumbled, playing with one of Daryl’s short lock.

“You did what?!” You heard Shane scream and your brother turned around to calm him down.

“She got what she deserved!” You defended yourself and glared at Shane as Rick tried to make him sit down once again.

“You stupid girl! You’ll see what I’ll do when…” Shane started but Rick got in his face, staring him down.

“When what, Shane?” The tension in the room was palpable at this point. Shane breathed in and out heavily while Rick kept glaring at him. “Don’t forget that you’re talking to my little sister, Shane. I won’t let you threaten her without saying anything.” Rick told the taller man before him, Hershel looked at you as you observed your brother closely.

“Rick, drop it. Doesn’t matter.” You mumbled again, wanting to only focus on Daryl.

Hershel kept working as the two men calmed down but suddenly the man on your lap jumped awake and looked around in fear. Your eyes widen and you couldn’t help but smile and let out a sigh of relief.

“Easy son, you’re hurt, easy.” Hershel tried to calm the hunter down but Daryl was still trying to get away from him and, consequently, from you too. You took his head carefully into your hands and tried to make eye contact with him to soothe him down.

“Hey, hey, Daryl. Don’t worry, you’re fine. You’re fine, Daryl. You’re at the farm, everything is alright.” You whispered to him while softly caressing his cheeks. Daryl’s breathing started to calm down as his eyes locked on yours. You smiled softly at him and kept caressing his cheeks. “You’re safe now, Dare. I’m here don’t worry.” You said in a soothing voice and Daryl finally calmed down and let Hershel tend to his wounds.

You kept playing with his hair while Hershel patched him up and you could have sworn that you saw him lean into your touch for a second. After a while, Hershel patched Daryl’s head up and you sat next to him on the bed while the old man finished his work on Daryl’s side. Rick asked Daryl what happened and where he had found Sophia’s doll as he laid a map on the bed just before your knees. Daryl pointed to the map, his voice slightly rougher at he was still emerging from his daze. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying as your attention was entirely focused on Daryl. You were suddenly feeling tired because of the stress’ aftershock but you were happy to see Daryl safe and sound in the bed and talking with your brother.

You smiled as you watched your brother and the others leave the room, you got up in reflex to follow them as you saw Rick waiting for you at the doorframe but before you could follow him Daryl gripped your hand in his to make you stop. You looked down at him, frowning in surprise.

“Stay? Please?” Daryl asked you just above a whisper so only you could hear. You looked at him for a second then nodded your head and smiled as you sat back down next to him. Rick smirked at you and slowly closed the door behind him to leave you and Daryl alone.

The silence in the room was oppressing, you knew that he was feeling guilty. You saw it in his eyes but you also felt awkward. You couldn’t be mad at him after seeing him hurt and after thinking that he was dead, you simply couldn’t. You watched as Daryl tried to sit up in the bed, holding his side and wincing.

“Daryl, you shouldn’t push yourself too much.” You tried to make him lay back down but Daryl talked before you could move.

“I’m sorry.” He suddenly said as he looked down at his hands, Daryl was tensed and seemed worried. The man knew that you wouldn’t accept his apologies and that he had screwed up big time but he still wanted to try. “I’m sorry for what I said to ya earlier today. I’m an ass and I know that I don’t deserve it but…”

“I forgive you.” You quickly said before Daryl could bring himself down even more, surprising him with your soft smile and your forgiving nature once again.

“Ya… Ya forgive me? Why?” Daryl asked his eyes slightly wider than usual. You blushed slightly then shrugged your shoulders.

“I know you’re not a bad guy, Daryl.” You started still smiling but your heart jumped when you remembered the previous events. “You almost died today and I… I lost it. Completely.” You answered a bit ashamed of what you had done. You looked down at your bruised hands and sighed, scared of how Daryl would react if you showed too much interest. Daryl extended his hand and reached to hold yours to catch your attention. You looked up into his bright blue eyes and let him hold your hand in his strong and calloused one.

“I don’t deserve your kindness (Y/N) …” He said, his eyes never leaving yours. “But I’ll try to redeem myself … again.” He said the last word smiling slightly, making you chuckle and reach to touch the rose into your hair. Daryl smiled at you and intertwined his fingers with yours, a gesture that take you aback.

“(Y/N), I lied when I said that I didn’t care about ya. What Shane said this morning was kinda true. I mean, I gave ya my breakfast because I know you’re giving yours to Carl and I care about ya too much to let ya starve yourself. I’m not good with feelings, I don’t know how to do this…” Daryl said making you smile at him and squeeze his hand.

“We take it slowly so you’ll feel comfortable around me. That’s the most important thing because… I care about you too Daryl. I can’t lose you.” You said and bend down to kiss Daryl on the cheek, lingering a little bit longer than necessary. Daryl nodded his head, blushing furiously as he felt your soft and warm lips against his skin.

“We can do that.” Daryl agreed, clearing his throat nervously.

You smirked at him and chuckled softly, your heart finally filled with relief and happiness. Unfortunately, you didn’t know that someone in the group was listening to the both of you from the outside the opened window.

Shane smirked as he heard your conversation, determinate to ruin your life. The dark man had enough of the Grimes’ luck and happiness, Rick and his sister had to pay for what happened to him.

In his eyes, Rick and (Y/N) were responsible for everything. They were weak and he will take care of them, for the sake of the group. Or more precisely, for Lori and Carl.

I hope that you liked that part guys! What do you think Shane is going to do to ruin the reader’s life? 

korealchemist  asked:

Could you do baby headcannons for Jack, Genji, Roadhog, and Reinhardt? Or if there s/o was pregnant? The sweeter the better please and thank you!

I just wanna say, I think Reinhardt would the COOLEST dad ever

Soldier 76

- Him? A father? After all these years and everything he’s done? He can’t believe it

- He disappear for a couple days of doubt and self-loathing before he realizes that if he runs then he’s just letting another person he cares about down, and abandoning his child before they’re even born

- He’s not going to fail, not this time

- He’s supportive of you, even if he’s not always sure of how. He doesn’t have much experience being around pregnant people (Ana being the only exception)

- He still had a lot of doubts during the pregnancy though

- But holding his son for the first time, it was like an entire different world appeared before his eyes

- He’s there for you and your guy’s kid. He does all the classic dad stuff: throwing around a baseball, going to the county fair, hiking trips in the mountains, teaching them a little of what he remembers of farm life

- Keeping you both safe is his biggest priority, nobody knows about you. (He’ll even see if you’re willing to go live on a farm in the middle of nowhere)


- I don’t think he can have a kid the traditional way, but it doesn’t stop the two of you

- Mercy has a friend who works with different organizations to find homes for orphans

- The two of you adopt an adorable little girl

- He had doubts about what she would think about his appearance and cyborg body, but she loves her father

- She will not sleep unless he sings to her. Absolutely. Will. Not. Sleep.

- As she continues to grow, Genji remains her favorite person

- But she loves her Uncle Hanzo, and Genji dreads the day she’s old enough to understand that his body is different and ask why and he has to explain

- He’s a chill dad and absolutely accepting of her

- He’s also a really fun dad. He will let her paint his nails (on the one hand he has), and do his hair.


- He’s not sure how to feel. He never thought he’d get a second chance at an ordinary life

- But he’s still a wanted criminal, he can’t be with you as much as he’d like

- But he comes home as often as he can, and he stayed for the entire pregnancy and the first year of his daughter’s life

- Brings presents for them whenever he comes to visit

- They love him, he’s actually a great dad

- Will paint nails and have tea parties with her. Will also take her riding on his motorcycle, much to your concern

- She loves it

- He tries to keep both of you a secret to protect you

- But if anyone goes after either of you, there will be no mercy coming from him


- He is so excited when you tell him, absolutely ecstatic

- Will indulge every food craving you have, no matter how weird or what unearthly hour of the night it is

- Will paint and decorate the baby’s room

- Will also carry you around while you’re pregnant

- Is right by your side when you give birth, helping keep you calm. If he wasn’t such a great help, Mercy would have kicked him out so she could gave more room to move around

- He cries the first time he holds his child, he’s just so happy

- He’s the fun dad, always playing around

- Dessert before dinner? Why not! All day Disney movie marathon? Yes! The kid would rather stay up listening to stories instead of going to bed? Sure!

- He can be strict when it matters, like if they get in trouble at school, but he is their biggest supporter