seemed good to start with

the thing about millennials who don’t want kids is I feel like a lot of them are deeply On Board for their friends’ kids

like I’m among the minority of my friends in definitely for sure wanting kids someday

but each of my parenthood-eschewing friends has claimed a different role in my future offspring’s life and they seem very excited to play it

so we as a generation may have fewer children

but I feel like they’ll be the most supported and loved children imaginable

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  • What i say: I love dadvid it's so cute lol
  • What i mean: In the season 1 finale we learned why Camp Campbell means so much to David and why he works so hard to keep up his positive attitude. This was important for Max's development, as he realized that David isn't as naive as he seems, and started to see that there are still some good things in the world and people worth trusting. The season 2 finale, however, focused a lot more on developing David as a character + his relationship with Max. When David found out about Max's parents, put aside his own morals and feelings in order to help Max. He took charge of the situation as a responsible adult guardian and prioritized Max's safety over the state of the camp. He immediately rushed out to put Max in a safe and open environment, apologized sincerely to him, and made sure to let him know that his feelings were valid and understandable. DAVID 👏 IS 👏 THE 👏 PARENT 👏 THAT 👏 MAX 👏 NEEDS 👏 i'm gonna cry
Please Be Kinder To Me! Spell Jar

    A spell jar for when someone’s just been impatient and snippy.

    Of course, first, I recommend talking to them!! Ask them if they’re okay, bring up how you feel, that kind of thing, y’know? Communication is super important in relationships–and I mean that across almost all relationships.

Supplies:

  • a small jar / container
  • honey (sweetness)
  • mint essential oil or leaves (healing)
  • black wax (binding)

    Slowly fill the bottom of the jar with honey while focusing on them becoming more patient and sweet, then add a few drops of mint oil / a few mint leaves before sealing. While adding the mint leaves, focus on the idea of yourself healing.

       Then, while sealing it, focus on binding away their harsh reactions and your emotional pain, and repeat (either mentally or verbally, or hell if the container is big enough write it down and slip it in there).

Please be kinder to me;

My heart cannot take the hurt;

Please be softer with me;

Now I’m trying to heal.

    Finally, seal the jar while focusing on binding away their cruel actions.

Suga Daddy: Part 8

Suga Daddy: 8

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: angst, dirty talk, language 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi tells you about his past but is terrified of how you’ll take it.

This came a little early than expected. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven 

Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.

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i had this in my drafts for like a week i think idk bc i wanted to edit/fix it but oH Well just take it [x]

WOW I can’t wait for the HMS Sweet Flips @theadventurezone spinoff, featuring probably the most careful possible kisses and also a beautiful robot adopted daughter!!

That was such a good episode and there are approx. 9 million things I want to draw from it but this seemed like a good place to start

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your regular reminder: Chalo and Priya are absolutely stunning.

The moon loved the sun;
That’s how the story goes.
But the universe cares not for star-crossed loves
And the story ends as it began:   
The moon loved the sun.
—  but love is not always enough // p.s.
(s)he

This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words

Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.

Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.

Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”

“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”

Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”

Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance. 

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Let no man stand between a deranged Frenchman with an unusually tough skull and a pair of incredible heels.

Louis channels my inner dialogue when I laid my eyes on these badass boots. Trying to get back into the feel of working on personal projects again, and drawing my characters in dumb situations seems like a good place as any to start.

–Sak
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Hot Like Burning

Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.


Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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