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anonymous asked:

Hal left flowers on your bedroom windowsill every day for when you woke up, but when your dad got angry at him and he had to leave, you thought you wouldnt get to see those flowers again. Until you move away, and wake up to flowers on your sill, and hal waiting on your fire escape. You squeal as you yank the window open. "Hal?" He looks up, and grins. "Hey, baby. I promised I'd see you again," he insists, kissing you soundly as you lean out the window & pull him close.

Oh this is so cute 

Fluffy Friday™

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The baby crabs are coming back and this year has been the biggest return since like 1995 or something! ( ゚▽゚)/ Usually there’s only been smatterings for the longest time but this is a SEA. The buildings down at the Kampong have been inundated and a whole load of the crablets have made it up near the top town parts of the island which hardly anyone has seen in recent memory! :D

So glad they are not spiders lol. Three of them fell from the ceiling (one landed on my head and the others on my laptop). I’ve had to put off this post for a while because i’ve been spotting more of them running around the house and priorities i have to go and throw them outside BEFORE THEY DIE. WHERE THE HECK ARE THEY COMING IN FROM???

And I need you to be cool Uncle Ace! Okay?!

Prompt; Law accidentally gets Fem-Luffy pregnant; everyone’s reaction.

In an AU where nothing hurts and Ace got to live.

Law’s a doctor.

More importantly than that though, Law is a paranoid little bastard.

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Tessa & Scott, Canada’s sweethearts (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧<
                                 — for @fuckstruckswan ♥ happy birthday Joanie! :)
+Bonus GIF:

*jimin and yoongi babysitting*

Jimin, playing with baby tenderly: *smiling & giggling* aww he’s so cu-

Yoongi, in the near distance: *stubs toe* FUCK!

Jimin, covering the baby’s ears: *gasps* yoongi quiet! there is a baby here!

Yoongi, expressionless: *faintly* fuck

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155 years ago today (May 10, 1863) – Lieutenant General Thomas J. “Stonewall” Jackson died from complications of pneumonia after he was mortally wounded by friendly fire during the Battle of Chancellorsville on May 2nd. He was shot three times, and his left arm was amputated below the shoulder. He was brought to Guinea Station for his protection and recovery.

In his final days, Thomas was visited by his wife Mary Anna and their five-month-old daughter Julia, Jackson’s only surviving child. It was only the second time he had met his beloved “baby-daughter,” calling her his “little darling, sweet one… little comforter.” Thomas developed pneumonia and his condition deteriorated, until he died at 3:15 pm on May 10th, a Sunday.

“What an infinite blessing, blessing…”

“If it is the will of my Heavenly Father, I am perfectly satisfied… I see from the number of physicians that you think my condition dangerous, but I thank God, if it is His will, that I am ready to go. I am not afraid to die.”

“It is the Lord’s day. My wish is fulfilled. I have always desired to die on a Sunday.”

“A few moments before he died, he cried out in his delirium, ‘Order A.P. Hill for action! Pass the infantry to the front rapidly! Tell Major Hawks—’ then stopped, leaving the sentence unfinished. Presently, a smile of ineffable sweetness spread itself over his pale face, and he said quietly, and with an expression, as if of relief, ‘Let us cross over the river and rest in the shade of the trees;’ and then, without pain, or the least struggle, his spirit passed from earth to the God who gave it.” -Hunter McGuire, M.D.

anonymous asked:

How's your sister? How's the baby? Will we get to see pictures? :D

Aww, thank you so much for asking! They’re both doing great and we get to bring them home tomorrow. I’m seriously so excited!

Hereeeee’s the baby! 

I was thinking out loud to myself “I’m 23. I still watch Dan and Phil. Should I stop and pay attention to getting my master’s degree?” But my baby danger noodle, Ororo, literally looked up at me with the most judging and bored look, as if to say “you’ve been watching them since you were 17. Did you honestly think you could leave the phandom so easily?”

whatisthepointofyouhardy  asked:

Ten x Rose, 46 :D

46: nanny/single parent au

“And you’re sure you don’t mind keeping him for the weekend?”

John rolled his eyes, shifting the toddler to his other hip.

“Rose, for the last time, we’ll be fine,” he assured, coaxing Michael to wave goodbye at his mother. “I’m with him all the time, anyways.”

“Two days straight is much different than eight hours,” she countered, knowing that she was leaving her son in the best possible hands whilst she went on a business trip.

“You’re going to miss your train,” he said, ushering her into the waiting taxi. “Go, go!”

Rose let out a sigh, and pressed her lips once more to her son’s head, feeling guilty about leaving him. Not once since he was born had she spent a night away from him. Now she was leaving him for forty-eight hours.

“Call me if anything happens,” she ordered, sliding into the back seat of the taxi before she lost her nerve and canceled her appearance at the meeting in Cardiff.

She was miserable for the next two days. She was constantly checking her phone for messages, and was constantly texting John for updates. John, bless him, was an absolute saint, and tolerated her hovering. He even sent her dozens of pictures Michael, or of him and Michael throughout the weekend.

She grinned every time their faces popped up on her phone.

She met John shortly after giving birth to Michael. She was desperate for a sitter so that she could go back to work when her leave was up, but nobody seemed qualified enough to stay in her home with her child for eight hours a day. Finally, her friend Donna called and suggested Rose contact her brother. Rose was skeptical; she’d heard tales of Donna’s brother John, how explosions seemed to just “happen” while he was around. She was not letting her son near a pyromaniac, thank you very much.

“He’s gotten better,” Donna had assured. “He teaches night lessons at the university. He’s great with kids!”

After several more weeks of fruitless interviews, Rose finally gave John a ring. He met her and Michael for a light lunch. After two hours of laughing with him and getting to know him, Rose tentatively hired him for the position.

Now, two years later, he was still around. Michael absolutely adored John, and would often throw a fit when it was time for him to leave. Rose also had to admit that she fostered a soft spot for her childminder.

Presently, Rose threw money at the taxi driver, too tired to count out an actual amount as she stumbled up the stairs to her flat. She unlocked the front door as quietly as she could, knowing Michael was probably asleep.

“John?” she whispered to the darkness.

She turned on a lamp in the living room, and her heart melted at the sight: John was laying on the couch with Michael on his chest, and they were both sound asleep. John’s arms were wrapped securely around the boy and his glasses were dangling off his nose.

Rose grabbed her mobile and snapped a photo of her two favorite boys, wanting to save this moment forever.

When she made to lift Michael up, John’s arms wound tighter around him and his lips pursed into a frown. Rose chuckled and she ran her fingers through John’s hair. It was so soft beneath her fingers. John hummed in appreciation, and he moved his head closer to her hand.

When his eyes blearily blinked open, Rose removed her hand from his hair and smiled down at him.

“Hi there, sleepyhead,” she whispered.

John’s eyes squinted in confusion, until he realized where he was and he let out a soft groan.

“Blimey, didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he said.

“No problem,” she said. Then she nodded to her son, who was still peacefully sleeping on top of John. “I’ll put him to bed.”

John leaned down and brushed his lips across Michael’s head before relinquishing his hold. Rose’s throat closed with emotion upon watching John being so affectionate with her son. As much as Michael loved John, she was sure John loved Michael just as much.

After putting her son to bed, Rose came out into the living room to see John putting his trainers on.

“I want to thank you again for watching Michael this weekend,” she said, walking up to him with his coat. “He’s really fond of you, you know.”

A soft, wistful smile crossed his face as he said, “Yeah. I’m quite fond of him, too.”

Rose walked him to the door, butterflies dancing in her stomach as she chewed on the cuticle of her thumb.

“I was thinking,” she said nervously. “Would you maybe want to go out to dinner sometime? Just you and me?”

John blinked at her for a moment before saying, “Like-like a date?”

Rose’s cheeks flamed as she nodded. John smiled brilliantly and said softly, “I’d like that.”

Excitement bubbled through her as she asked, “Yeah?”

He nodded and took a step towards her. He cupped her cheek delicately, and slowly leaned down to press his lips to hers. It was soft and chaste, but it still left Rose feeling giddy and wanting more. They pulled apart after a moment, both grinning like fools.

“You know,” he said, pulling open the front door. “Michael’s not the only Tyler that I’m quite fond of.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at her before closing the door behind him.

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