shes a real hard working mom

PSA: I love Chloe Decker.

Minor spoilers for 2x15, but I love Chloe Decker so god damn much. She is one the best written female characters on television. She functions as a damn good homicide detective really great at her job, and there’s no “sacrifice”. It’s not that her kid is with a nanny all the time. It’s not that she sighs and says “Look honey, I’ve had a long day why don’t you go to bed?” It’s that she comes home after a long day of murder, bloodshed, danger, etc. and plays with Trixie’s stuffed toys and lays down to cuddle with her, even reads to her every night.

She has formed a meaningful, honest relationship with her daughter. She respects her daughter’s wishes. She simply asks what Trixie thought of the school, and even though it would be better for Trixie’s “future” it’s not what Trixie wants, so Chloe doesn’t force her to go into that school. She reads to her daughter, loves her daughter, is so vulnerable with her daughter. 

I love the parent-child emphasis on 2x15, because Chloe tries so hard to do her best. It was the first time we really see that insecurity and the worry that most moms face. Chloe is taken aback at how these people can look “so put together” while having a kid. She accepts that it is all smoke and mirrors, everybody has no idea what they are doing. Most importantly, she doesn’t want to raise her daughter or be part of an environment that emphasis money, snobby attitudes, and gossip. 

 She’s real. She lives in an apartment with a roommate, doesn’t own a house, is a divorced woman, works an okay job, and has a lot of emotional baggage on her plate. She doesn’t put a lot of thought into clothing, doesn’t focus on her looks or her “sexiness”. Yet she is beautiful, and people like Lucifer really love her and accept her for who she is. Chloe is still caring, honest, and loyal to everyone around her. 

So here’s to the moms  and female characters on tv like Chloe. <3

Originally posted by lilykakes

Family — Wonho AU | Part Four

A/N: Here is part four for you lovely readers! Thank you again for your patience and interest in the story. I’m aiming for one more part but it may turn into two if I get too carried away. But for now, I hope you all enjoy this part! and quick side not: YA’LL THOSE MX TEASERS GOT ME SO SHOOK

Length: 4398 words

Parts: Prologue | One | Two | Three | Five | Six 


You sit across from Ahreum as she browses the menu of the café you two have chosen. She catches you peeking at her and smiles. You return with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, it’s just…not weird but nostalgic to see you?”

Your words come out sounding more like a question as you struggle to find the word that fits the feeling. Even nostalgic doesn’t quite put all the emotions together. Despite your struggle Ahreum’s smile grows.

“I’m sure it’s jarring. Thank you again for agreeing to talk to me. I know it’s weird but I found you on social media and figured it was a sign for me to contact you.”

You nod not really know what to say to that and then Ahreum excuses herself to order the food she’s chosen. You sit with the cheese and fruit platter you’d ordered earlier. After running into Ahreum in the lobby you’d lost some of your appetite, and now sitting with her in the café you barely wanted to look at the food.

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Best Laid Plans

Here is my first imagine y'all!! Be nice ok?!?! Special thanks to @come-join-themurder thank you doll you are the best and I love you!! Other shootouts @ouijaboardmystery @calumonoxide @girl-with-no-faith-in-medicine @bluegrassgirldownunder (Reader x Juice) 


 This had been going on for weeks now. Well years really, but these last few weeks it had gotten bad. Juice and Y/N had been hooking up for a long time. Y/N wasn’t a crow-eater. She wasn’t any thing like that. She was, actually, quite the contrary. She was a business owner with a clean record a nice home and a “modest” wardrobe, by her mother’s standards at least. Despite all of this no man wanted to bring her home to meet their mom, since she was the daughter of the porn queen and SAMCRO lifer, Luanne and Big Otto Delaney. With a lineage like that, everyone assumed business owner meant porn business. Although her mom Luann helped her out by cosigning for the building, every thing else that had to do with the salon was hers. It was nice, and it was normal, nothing like you’d expect if you knew her parents. Gemma and her mom were in for some trims and highlights and noticed her odd behavior. 

 "What’s wrong baby?“ Luann questioned

 "Yeah sweetheart you’ve been quiet all day.” Gemma pushed. 

“Is it about Juice? Are you still hung up on that?” Luann knew it had to be that. Y/N had come to her about the situation almost as soon as it happened. Y/N’s mom was her best friend and Luann was her baby girl’s number one fan. That girl could do no wrong in her mother’s eyes and Y/N worked hard to not let her down. Just as Luann had worked hard to make sure Y/N had every opportunity to succeed in life despite her and Otto’s pasts. 

 "What about Juice…“ Gemma said flatly as if he had messed up and she just knew it. 

 "It’s not like that Gem and yes mom. I just don’t know what to do! This is beyond frustrating! Mom help me!! Please?” Y/N was practically begging for her mom to tell her what to do. 

 Luann stood up and turned to her daughter. “Baby look at me,” she took Y/N by the face a hand on each cheek forcing Y/N to look her in the eyes, “You have been going over this in your mind for weeks now. I can see you are scared and that tells me only one thing…” Luann brushed her girls hair back “that you love him honey.“ 

 Years ago Y/N and Juice started hooking up. The two of them never dated, they never really talked about what it all meant, but remained good friends. It was the perfect friends with benefits deal. They would talk about everything and nothing and would find comfort with each other in, what to an outsider wouldn’t seem like a lonely life, but actually was. She just wanted someone to want her without fear or judgement and he just wanted someone who wasn’t trying to fuck his kutte. 

 All of it changed a few weeks ago, maybe even before then. The guys were on a run when all hell broke loose and a stray bullet whizzed just past Juice’s ear and into Jax’s arm right behind him. It was all too much for him to handle and after they got back Juice found himself pulling up to Y/N’s house. Before he could even think he was knocking on her front door and as soon as it was opened he pushed his way in, backing her up against the wall and kissing her. As he scooped her up in his arms he kicked the door shut behind him and without words he brought her up stairs laid her down and tried in every way he could to say that he loved her without using the words. Saying it would ruin the moment, he couldn’t let his voice ruin that, not yet anyway. 

 The next morning Juice came down the stairs dressed and ready to leave. "Leaving so soon?” She had questioned. 

 "Maybe,“ was his simple reply. At the questioning look she presented him he took a breath and told her how he felt, how somewhere along the way he fell in love with her. How it seems sudden but that he thinks he always loved her but ignored it for fear of ruining what they had. Which is why he didn’t say it the night before. She simply stood frozen as he slipped on his kutte telling her to think about what he’d said, kissing her temple, whispered an ‘I Love You’ and walked out her door. 

 That was when she went to her mom. She told Luann about how he loved her wanted to be with her and only her. Maybe even have that family they had talked about having one day. Before, when they talked, the kids in the dreams weren’t THEIR kids, but now he wanted them to be. The problem was she was so afraid of a marriage like her mom and dad’s. It made her heartbreak over and over again to see two who people loved each other more than any book or movie could describe never be together again. That was because of the club, which is why even though she loved all of them, she vowed that she would not marry into the club. And yet here she was, faced with a choice; the life she planned, or him.  

Luann continued to stare at Y/N. "Look baby we have to go. Remember there’s a party tonight at the clubhouse. You still coming?”

 She snapped out of her thoughts, “Huh? Yeah 8 o'clock, I’ll be there. ” She responded absent mindedly. 

 As Gemma went to leave she took a hard look at Y/N before softening her face. “Sweetheart you want my advice? Real life and plans? They don’t actually work hand in hand. You understand what I’m saying?" 

 Later that night Y/N was sitting at the bar in the club house. The party was in full swing, filled with members from all up and down the coast. She had tried to avoid Juice. She was still wrestling with her own mind, heart, and gut over the whole situation. This turmoil was only made worse by the fact that every time she turned around Juice was there at the edge of her sight another girl hanging off of him. Granted he didn’t give them the time of day, just ignoring the fact they were there. He had even locked eyes with Y/N when she first came in, simply giving a tight lipped smile. 

 Juice had been fighting with himself to not ask Y/N where she was at with what he had told her. He knew why she would shy away because he knew everything about her. In their years together they had shared everything hopes dreams fears. Only recently did he realize they never shared heartbreak. She had told him every breakup but he realized all of a sudden that he hadn’t really done the same. It was almost as if he was subconsciously avoiding anything serious with anyone. How long had he been in love with her without knowing it? After telling her everything he had left and gone back to his own place to shower. Staring in the mirror, he stood, struggling with his own mind of how he had just lost his best friend. There he came to the realization that he did not want to live without her in his life. The only problem was he had already opened his damn mouth and now he was watching her fake smiles and fake interest in stories because he had put terrifying and confusing thoughts into her pretty mind.

 "Go talk to him.” Gemma had come up behind Y/N and caused her to jump nearly out of her skin. 

 "Gemma, you scared the shit outta me.“ Y/N breathed out clutching her hand to her chest. 

 "Hmm tell me how is it I scared a girl in a room full of people?” Y/N just blushed sheepishly not looking Gemma in the eye. “Unless she wasn’t even really here..” Gemma mumbled under her breath. “Where’d your mind go darlin?" 

 "You really gonna talk like you don’t know?” Y/N snarked back. 

 Gemma smirked out a huff and looked across the room “Yeah. Been watching him side eyeing you all night. It’s actually kinda cute. Pathetic, but cute." 

"Gemma what do I do? I have worked so hard to have a quiet life but every guy I get involved with hears about my family and either books it or acts like he’s God’s gift and I need him to rescue me. I love all these guys. I mean, Bobby took me to a father daughter dance because my dad was inside. You have no idea what it’s like seeing your mom and dad, two people so in love with each other not be able to even touch. Not only that but she has worked so hard so I wouldn’t have to live that way. I’m not like my mom, she is incredibly strong, and I don’t think, no, I know I’m not that strong. I’m already to afraid to admit how I feel out loud because it will just become real.” Y/N took a breath realizing her rambling and trying to rein it in. 

Gemma took this opportunity to lay some truth on her goddaughter. “I get it sweetheart, you have a plan for your life. But like I said plans and life, they don’t always work hand in hand. I know you think you are going to disappoint them if you end up with a member." 

 Gemma wanted her to understand that she understood the struggle, but before she could continue the woman whose words mattered most made her presence known. 

 Luann had come up behind them and overheard all of Y/N’s fears, feeling terrible that disappointing her was one of them. "Baby?”

 "Mom! Hey.“ Y/N put on that brave face she had learned from Luann herself. 

"Baby listen to me the only thing I could be disappointed in is you missing out on the love of your life. If it’s him go for it. Yeah it kills me to not be with Otto but I would not trade him and the love we got for each other for any number of picket fences and 9-5 safe jobs in the world." 

 Y/N just stared at at her mother. After all these years she still couldn’t believe that her mom could read her mind so well that she said exactly what she didn’t know she needed to hear. All Y/ N could do was smile at Luann.

 Gemma jumped off her stool clearing her throat. "Come on Luann I need another drink. And you,” She turned to Y/N “get over this already you are never this serious, and I cannot believe I’m saying this but I actually miss the smart-ass version of you." 

 Luann chuckled at that and walked away with Gemma once again leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts. As she turned around she met her eyes with his across the room. 

 She was pulled from her trance when she realized that someone was trying to talk to her. "Hmm? I’m sorry did you say something?” She asked the man leaning next to her in a kutte. 

 "I asked if maybe you’d like to make this a private party, just the two of us?“ He looked her up and down biting his lip. 

 That was all it took for the smart-ass fire cracker that was Y/N Delaney to make her grand return. Looking him up and down she replied. "Sorry sweetheart, I like a little more… Puerto Rican in my wood." 

 Hopping off her barstool she beelined it to the only man in the room who fit the description. Grabbing him by his kutte she pulled him to one of the rooms in the back of the club house. 

 Once inside and alone with him her nerves set back in. Juice just watched her pace in front of him, not sure what was going to happen, but with his own heart currently in his throat he didn’t have a way to question her actions. "Y/N…” he started to say but she cut him off.

 "I love you too!“ She blurted out and instantly slapped her hands over her mouth. He was grinning that mega watt smile, the one that made his big eyes crinkle up on the sides, the one that she couldn’t help but return.

 "Yeah?” He questioned as he started to walk towards her. She removed her hands from her mouth nodding her head yes as he closed the distance and kissed her. Deep and sweet and right on the mouth. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her small frame up his body to hold her. 

Their kisses soon became more passionate but she pulled away allowing him to attack her neck, running hot open mouthed kisses along her throat and down her chest. 

 "Juice…Hey… Baby…. JUICE” Y/N tried to gain his attention becoming more stern with each breath. Finally he pulled his mouth away from her chest and looked up into her eyes where he had hoisted her up. 

 "Mmm?“ He questioned rubbing his lips together trying to take her seriously as her tone suggested he do. The only problem was she was the least serious person he had ever met. She was a smart ass, a joker, she made terrible puns and grade school level jokes when she was uncomfortable. 

 "I need you to understand something.” She pushed the subject, and poor Juice he was trying, he really was, but this had been killing him for 3 weeks now and the girl of his dreams just told him she loved him. They were alone, and currently her legs were wrapped around him and her chest was making eye contact with him, “well we need to understand… what are we?“ 

 "Well if you’re game, I’d like it if I’m only yours and you’re only mine. Maybe we don’t leave each other the next morning. I’m thinking we keep talkin’ about those futures only we picture each other in them instead of some Imaginary Mr or Ms Right.” She smiled at this and he dove back into her.

 "Whoa there, slow down what are you doing? I’m not done.“ Juice huffed out a growl and reluctantly pulled back and again schooled his face to attempt to take her seriously. Y/N untangled herself from him, she just had to get this off her chest, she needed the clarification. The only problem with that, however, was when she got uncomfortable she cracked jokes and asserting herself made her very uncomfortable. 

 "It’s just ya know…we need to be sure…about…ummmm each other’s…expectations. Like…what, what, what um do you want from,umm, me?” Y/ N stammered through her not-very-well-thought-out speech.

 "I just told you?“ Juice was confused

 "I know…." 

 "Tell me what YOU want,” he coaxed. 

 This was it, this is this was what had her uncomfortable. It wasn’t asserting herself, it was what she wanted, and now that she told him she loved him what if he didn’t want the same thing as her? What if he changed his mind…

 "Well?” He was watching her he saw the fear in her eyes

 "It’s just… I’m all in here Juice. I dont…“ She was struggling to find the words. "This life it’s not what I pictured from myself…" 

 Juice stepped towards her "I know baby, you’re scared and so am I, and I can’t promise that it’s gonna be perfect but I can promise that I’m gonna try to make it that way and if you work with me on that we will have a perfectly imperfect life. Together. " 

 That’s all it took, "Ok.”

 Juice’s grin had made its grand return lighting his face up once again “Yeah?" 

"Yes,” She said with more resolve “but I have one rule”

 "Anything baby” he nodded his head. 

 "This whole ‘what happens on a run stays on a run’ nonsense is bullshit. Your Dick belongs either in your pants or in my pussy. You got that? I ain’t sharing you with nobody. “ 

 Juice lost it, a full belly laugh escaping him, “Where do you think I’ve been trying to put it this whole time?” He laughed out once again taking her in his arms.

 "Not here?!“ She blurted out, "this place is disgusting." 

 "Fine.” Was all he said as he scooped her up throwing her over his shoulder and storming out towards his bike. 

 As he made his way out through the club house Chibs called out to him “Juicey Boy, what are ya doin lad?" 

 "Taking my Ol’ Lady home!” He announced. Before the entire club house erupted in cheers and whistles. The last thing Y/ N saw as Juice carried her through the door was her mom smiling and clapping along with everyone else. Then as she locked eyes with Luann for just a brief moment she saw tears in her eyes, this wasn’t an uncommon thing for her to see. She’d watched her mom cry many times over the years yet this was so rare of a moment because for the first time her tears were of joy. Her mom was happy for her. (GIF is not mine)

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The other side of Mothers’ Day

I feel very motivated to write this post, and at the same time very scared. Motivated, because there is this thing I haven’t seen anyone else talk about, and scared, because a lot of people on Tumblr may find this Problematic, and when they see something Problematic, they turn into attack dogs. Anyway, here goes.

I have seen a lot of posts on my social media feeds about Mothers’ Day, addressed to people whose mothers were abusive, neglectful, or in some way inadequate to the work of parenting. These posts assure children of bad mothers that it’s okay not to love an abusive parent, not to want contact, not to forgive them; that you are under no obligation to take shit from someone just because she gave birth to you and gave you minimal care, at least, however many years ago.

And I approve this advice. My mother has been dead for thirty years. Guess what? I still haven’t forgiven her for being self-centered, childish, verbally abusive, physically careless of me, and probably an alcoholic. I don’t have pictures of her on my ancestor shrine, only of my grandmother and grandfather, my dad, my great-aunt who did so much for me.

But there’s another side to Mothers’ Day–the mom’s side. I am a step-parent. I helped to raise a daughter, not in place of her mother, but in partnership with her dad (my then husband) and her mom and later on her stepfather, too, and her father’s parents, and her stepdad’s parents. I was one of many adults who loved and cared for this young woman when she was a child.

She doesn’t speak to me any more. We had a quarrel over Facebook Messenger when her father was first diagnosed with cancer. I wanted to come and see him, since it looked like he was at death’s door; she didn’t want me to inconvenience her grandmother. I said, quite honestly, that since her father seemed to be dying, I didn’t give a fuck about her grandmother’s feelings. The only contact I have had from her since then was a long message imploring me to act like a real mother to her. She’s thirty years old. Her mom is still alive.

I will swear by any god or holy book you like that I did my absolute best for my stepdaughter. I tried hard to avoid following my mother’s example in parenting. I picked her up from school, cooked for her, nursed her when she was sick, looked after her when her dad was working and I was off, did all the parenting stuff. I was the one who had long talks with her about sex and relationships. (I was NOT the one who introduced her to Buffy fanfic. She did that on her own.) Did I screw up? Sure, I must have. Was I abusive? Never. But she has rewritten her personal history so that I am not even part of it. She refers to her father’s third wife as her stepmother, not to me.

So as Mothers’ Day approaches, I am thinking of the moms out there, and stepmoms, who did their best, who cared for their children, who weren’t abusive or neglectful, just fallible, and who are estranged from their children by no choice of their own. Take care of yourselves this weekend. Treat yourself. I’m going to. Go see a Marvel movie. Get a massage. And remember, you did your fucking best.

Happy Veteran HCs

-Mike is a big ol hugger. He isnt very verbal obviously but with friends he tends to lean on them or rest his elbow on their shoulder or head depending on their height.

-Nanaba wouldnt be physical except with Mike

-Mike is the type to go around and ruffle everyone’s hair and smile at them

-If he hugs you there is a 100% chance he sniffed your hair

-Hugs with Nanaba last 10x longer than any other hugs

-He tried to do a group hug once or twice only Hanji went for it

-Levi gave up trying to stop him from patting his head but he also glares at him everytime he does it

-Erwin and him are more of resting elbows on each others shoulders and leaning on em kinda guys

-He rests his elbow on Nanaba’s head often

-Hanji tried to hug Nanaba once and was met with awkward back pats and awkward laughter. It was the thought that counted tho

-Aside from Mike, Nanaba considered Hanji her best friend

-Hanji and Nanaba knew each other as children although they weren’t close until they joined the military.

-Nanaba was intimidated by Mike at first until she learned he was just a giant puppy

-Nanaba can’t cook so Mike refuses to even let her try bc he can’t stand the smell but he plays it off by cooking for her and honestly hes an A++ cook

-Levi and Nanaba judge the new comers together but they aren’t exactly mean about it. Although it isn’t exactly nice either.

-They all cope differently with what they’ve been through but they’re all super supportive of each other and they try and keep their casual conversation positive.

-Nanaba teases Levi for how short he is but Mike turns around and does the same to her. She feels betrayed that he would hurt her in such a way

-Nanaba lowkey loves being the tallest woman. Although she also loves Mike being taller than her he makes her feel safe. Yet Mike also feels comfort in being around Nanaba because she has a very calm personality compared to the other three vets.

-Mike and Levi respect each other’s strengths a lot despite Levi taking Mike’s place as humanity’s strongest soldier because Mike ain’t a dick and doesn’t get petty like that.

-Erwin and Hanji sometimes ask Nanaba for help on strategizing just because she can look at things from different angles.

-Nanaba is highkey mom friend.

-Erwin respects the vets and trusts them all with his life.

-Mike and Erwin tell each other literally everything. They’re like teenage girls but they go about it calmly.

-Levi wasn’t immediately annoyed by Nanaba when they first met nor did he dislike her. He was indifferent but found she grew on him rather quickly with how dedicated and hard working she was.

-On the topic of Nanaba being mom friend, she takes care of any injuries they get while training. She also chides them for being foolish yet she does the same thing but like its just that mom mode kicks in and she can’t help but tell them how stupid they were for attempting whatever it was they did.

-Nanaba gasped out loud once when she saw a bunch of kittens once and they haven’t let her live it down but its all fun anf games. No real insults.

-Mike loves Nanaba’s muscles and vice versa.

It was prom night. Without a date I was stuck at home playing video games in my room. Mom was downstairs with my older brother. He had graduated 6 years ago but he was taking a girl in my class. I went to get a drink but stopped at the top of the stairs and eavesdropped on my mom and brother.

Mom was looking over some papers with my brother, adding up all the expenses like the suit, the limo, the tickets.

“I can’t believe you can afford all this son. When you went to your own prom I had to drive you aha! Do you remember? I guess your job pays well eh. Too bad you’re spoiling it all on some high school girl.”

“Young girls are easy lays.” He replied with a smile.

“Jason!” She sounded stern but her face was hiding a smile. “You’ve got a dirty mind. Oh man and a dirty jacket too, look at this lint. Here let me clean this off.”

“Oh my lord! Baby look at your body! I knew you were in shape but I had no idea, you look fantastic!”

“Thanks mom, you’re not too bad yourself.”

“Oh stop it. You should take your little brother to the gym with you sometimes. He just sits around playing video games all day. He’s never even had a girl over before.” Her eyes lingered on Jasons body as she turned to grab the lint roller.

“It’s over here somewhere… baby… why are you staring at me like tha- oh god Jason what are you doing?”

My brother moved in front of her, pants around his ankles, and pushed her back on to her feet and pulled her head down to his massive, veiny cock.

“Jason wh- mmMMf, urrrrgglm…” She was silenced by his bulging cock being forced into her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock mom.”

“That’s a good bitch.”

She was groaning unhappily, fearfully. But slowly, the groans turned to moans… 

Finally Jason threw her on the bench and ripped her legging open with his bare hands.

“Oh fuck yes look at that sweet pussy. You got a real fat ass mom…”

“Baby please stop! You can still stop!”

“No… I have no interest in stopping.”

His heavy cock slid into her cunt like a warm knife in butter. She failed miserably in her attempt to hide her pleasure.

“I own this pussy mom- day or night if I want it, I’m gonna take it. Any fucking questions?”

“No -UHN, MMFF- baby-MMMF-” He spanked her ass hard.

“No, SIR.” Her body was convulsing in pleasure and she struggled to speak.

“N-nn-nn-no… UHHNGGNNNN… FUUUCK…. No SIRRRRRAAHHHHGODDDD YES!”


“Good job mum…. Go on and work that cock…”


“You like your baby boys fat dick mommy?”

“Mmmf… yes sir!”

“Are you gonna be my personal little fuck toy?”

“Oh GOD YES! Yes Sir!!!”

“Then get on your knees and let me paint your face like a proper whore.”

“Oh yeah, fuck yeah mom. I’m gonna blow my load all over your face.No- keep the glasses on.”

It wasn’t until he had covered our mothers face in his hot load that she thought to ask.

“Wait… is your brother still home?”

Taking care of Bones

Leonard has been busy taking care of you and everyone else on the Enterprise for the past couple of weeks. Its time that someone makes sure hes taking care of himself.

Very first Imagine fic, actually very first fic in general. Be gentle. I am a delicate flower.

1,647 word(s) of fluffy goodness.

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You were lying on the couch half asleep when you heard the door to your quarters quietly swish open. You heard the all too familiar shuffling of boots heading toward the couch.

“Hey darlin’” Leonard said quietly. You could hear the tiredness dripping off of him in waves just from those two words.

“Hey Len… another rough day at the office”? you replied. Leonard chuckled softly

“You could say that. Seems like everyone on the ship decided to hurt themselves today”. He replied as he grabbed your legs and put them on his lap. He gently laid his head back against the couch.

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My Mom

When I was growing up, my father went to work and my mother worked.  I write that not to detract from my hard working father but to emphasize all that my mother did.  Five children could easily drive a mother to drink - and mine did on occasion - but my she simply worked from the moment she got up in the morning to the moment she went to sleep.  And she seemed to enjoy it.

Laundry, cooking, school stuff, advice, encouragement and, yes discipline - her stock and trade.  I always say that real moms yell at their kids.  My mother was a master of the well-timed blow up.  She understood that a sprinkling of the these intense little episodes kept us on our toes and made us a little less likely to step out of line. 

I won’t say she did everything effortlessly or even joyfully, but it never seemed to bother her.  She would cook while discussing our school work or anything else.  She would do laundry while explaining something to us.  There was a loving efficiency to her work. 

She and my father were a team.  But around the house he knew to defer to her experience.  “We’ll talk to your father about this” wasn’t so much an appeal to his authority since it was a certainty that he would agree with my mother about our crimes; it was really a not-so-subtle warning that the spatula or ping pong paddle my mother would unleash on us would seem like nothing compared to what dad would do based only on her referral.

Mostly my mother did stuff for people.  She took care of my father.  She took care of us kids.  When her mother became sick, she took care of her, moving her into the house next to ours, cooking and caring for her during the last years of her life.  When my great aunt got sick (while my grandmother was sick), the house next door turned into a mini convalescent home with my mother as the administrator, cook, and bottle washer.  She did this all after she “got a job” to help make ends meet once my youngest sister was in school.  I vaguely remember my father sternly explaining that mom “would need a little help around here” once she started “working.”

But what I most remember about growing up was always knowing that my mother was in my corner.  Discipline was like training.  A mother’s love for those who were once a part of her own body is something I will likely never understand.  If my mother is any example, it is the closest thing to unconditional love I have witnessed.  It remains so to this day.

Photo credit: Luke Hillier (my nephew)

Hannah Harper

Hannah Harper was born in a small fishing town in Devon on the south- western coast of England. Living by the sea she spent much of her time on the beach or out sailing with her Dad and brother. Hannah had a fun childhood, her Mom threw her huge birthday parties every year and she had some great friends, most of whom Harper are still in touch with. Her parents worked on holiday camps in her town so for her life was like being on a never-ending holiday! Hannah was a real good at school and worked hard, despite being distracted by an occasional boyfriend! She went on from school to study Theatre, Media, Dance and Psychology at ‘A’ level and passed with good grades. Harper had started work at the age of fourteen as a waitress serving the English tradition of fish and chips! She later worked in a hotel as a waitress, receptionist and bar-maid.  The hotel is built over an old network of caves used by smugglers to smuggle goods from the sea to the town and is haunted so Hannah experienced a few weird incidents within her time there. Harper have had the good fortune to have traveled quite a bit. When she was fifteen she took part in the last leg of the Tall Ships Race sailing from Stavanger, Norway to Gothenburg, Sweden and then to Rotterdam, it was the best month of her life. She have also visited Amsterdam and Paris and backpacked around Australia and Malaysia. Hannah started modeling in London at the age of 18, working for publications including 'Club’ magazine and starring in Ben Dover’s 'End Games’. She did not find posing nude strange, it came naturally to her, she loved working with Ben Dover, having sex on camera just added to the excitement and within a short time in the industry she had already fulfilled some of her wildest fantasies! Hannah Harper came out to L.A. for the first time in April 2001 for 2 weeks shooting for 'New Sensations’ and 'Peter North’. She loved her time here and unwillingly returned to England to finish her exams. She moved out to L.A. that July and have lived there ever since. She continued to work for several video companies such as 'Metro’ and 'Elegant Angel’ and shot for various photographers appearing on the cover of 'Swank’ magazine in January 2002. She attended the CES convention in Las Vegas, this was her first convention and first opportunity to meet the fans, although overwhelming to begin with everyone she met was great and she had a fantastic time. Hannah was signing for 'Legend Video’ and it was there that they offered her an exclusive contract. She could not believe her luck and of course accepted. She shot two movies per month for Jerome Tanner and two movies for David 'Pussyman’ Christopher. She had her own line of adult novelties within 'Legend Toyz’. The contract started in February 2002 and lasted one year. She shot for 'Penthouse’ and became Pet of the Month in April 2002 and also a 'Hustler’ cover girl and centerfold in May 2002. To her surprise the two publications were out on the news - stand together. Harper was named one of 'AVN’s’ 15 people in the industry to watch appearing on the cover of their June issue and appeared again in September’s 'Penthouse’ magazine in a boy/girl layout with Ben English. She has been on the cover of 'High Society’, 'Cherie’, 'Taboo’ and 'Leg Show’, among others. She has also shot a boy/girl layout for 'Hustler’ and a girl/girl layout with Mercedes the Vivid girls, this will be featured in the January edition of Hustler on the shelves September 11th, the shoot was the basis for an episode of 'The Anna Nicole Show’ that aired in May of 2004. She attended the tenth 'Nightmoves’ award show in September 2002 and was awarded 'Best New Starlett’. She signed an exclusive one year contract with Sin City in June 2003, her first movie for them 'Steven St Croix is the Bachelor’ was fun to shoot, they shot an eight girl, one guy orgy scene!

Gone characters sad futures if the Fayz had never happened
  • Sam: Gone on surfing, but never pursued it as a career. Never plucked up the courage to speak to Astrid and he didn't really date much in high school. He stayed in Perdido Beach just to stick with his mom but he didn't really like it, and she grew to annoy him. He was lonely, especially since Quinn moved away. People kind of forgot about the whole 'school bus' thing and he was just another nobody, but he lacked desire to leave his mom and he could never really afford to venture out.
  • Astrid: Aced school without giving a second glance to Sam. She got into Harvard and moved away. She felt bad for leaving Little Pete, and often went back to visit Perdido Beach. She decided to go into science and focused entirely on her career plans, never really stopping to find love. She became rich from all her work and research, she even wrote a book, but she never managed to find someone to share all of that with and felt very lonely. Although she loved her job, she lacked social life and fun. Her life didn't seem it, but it was very boring.
  • Caine: He dragged through school pining after Diana, who never did give him a second look unless it was to tease him or lead him on. After being rejected by his adoptive family, he set out to find his real mom, who slammed the door in his face when he showed up. He moved away from Perdido Beach and moved away, where he met a girl and settled for her, she reminded him of Diana, but she could never be the same.
  • Diana: Worked hard at school, but kept up the bitch facade. She lead Caine on until it became boring, then once she left school she couldn't go back to her family. She went to college, but couldn't afford it and turned to other means of getting money (escorting etc). She flunked and moved to a big city where she settled for the first rich boy that gave her attention. She began to model, but her life wasn't all that glamorous and she became even more bitter and unhappy until eventually she just took some money and ran away, lusting for some real adventure.

*slams fists on desk*

If red-headed Jason is canon, SO IS NOCTURNA!

Just kidding, I reject Grant Morrison and all his vile works.  But I wish Nocturna was still canon.  She’s one of my all-time fave Jason Todd Mom-figures.  (She tried real hard to adopt him!  They liked each other immensely!)

I’ve seen theories of Hux being related to Palpatine and that is cool and I really love it. But I also like the idea of Hux being the son of Luke Skywalker. Like his mother is from the Empire and maybe was related to Palpatine or just close to the emperor and fell in love with Luke. 

One night of passion spent with each other never seeing each other again with Hux being the fruit of that night. Hux’s mother marries Brendol Hux to avoid the scandal of being a single mother in exchange for maybe power or prestige being connected to Hux’s mother.

Hux growing up being not close to his father not knowing he was not his real father. Hux hearing stories from his mother about the resistance and Luke. Stories that were the total opposite of the ones being told by his father.

Hux being told by his mother to always be kind, fair and work hard. Imagine young Hux being trained by his mom on how to control the force in a way where it is disguised as a sort of military training. 

Imagine Hux force talents being suppressed/hidden by his mom because she saw a vision of Hux being in mortal peril because of it. Imagine her writing letters to Luke and Hux telling them of the truth but the letters being lost.

Imagine Hux mother being killed by her husband because he caught her actually helping the resistance. Imagine Hux being made to believe that it was all the Resistance/ Republic’s fault why she died. 

Hux growing up believing that the Republic is evil and is the cause of misery in the galaxy. Hux really wanting to have order in the galaxy and thinking that in order to have that order and prosperity, there is always a price to pay and he is willing to pay for it.

Hux working really hard to get to his position as general because he remembers what his mother taught him. Hux burying his gentler side because of his father’s teaching and because of what he has seen of what happens to people with kind souls.

Imagine Hux meeting Kylo Ren for the first time and Hux trying to build a connection with the knight and being rejected. Imagine Hux’s resentment at being told of sharing command with Ren after seeing no reason as to why Ren should be given the same authority as his when all Hux saw was a childish person with no control on his temper who wreaks havoc when things don’ t go his way.

Having Hux accidentally witness one of Ren’s weakest moments and against his better judgment offers support in his own way thus begins a grudging sort of respect/tolerance of each other. It did not stop them of taking snipes at each other. 

After the disaster that is the Starkiller base, things started to unravel. Hux force sensitivity began to manifest. Ren started to question Snoke and soon enough betrayed the First Order and actually kidnaps Hux during his escape.

Hux being imprisoned and questioned by the resistance as he continues to refuse to give them information about the first order. Ren now back to being Ben Solo continues to visit Hux, talking to him, bringing him food and just simply keeping Hux company. 

Imagine the first time Luke meets Hux after he has returned with Rey. Imagine the surprise Luke feels after seeing Hux when he feels a connection with Hux through force that says Hux is related to him in some way. Imagine Hux feeling anger, resentment, bitterness and confusion upon meeting Luke Skywalker.

Playing house

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A/N: I feel this on a personal level, anon. Here it is, I wish your stress gets better. And I hope you like it! Tell me what you think.

Request: Your hella pushy parents announcing a suppose visit, about twenty minutes in they’ve already lectured you on your job and avengers lifestyle. Steve walking in but before he can even say hello you’re introducing him as your partner & begging him to play along just to keep your parents off your back. You’re living the dream & he has no trouble fitting character since he kinda has feelings for you.

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Sighing in defeat for what it seems the thousandth time, the voice of your mother doesn’t stop on the other line of the phone, her shrilling tone repeating until exhaustion how much effort they put in raising you, for what? Just to start running around with a group of lunatics wearing onesies.

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justfangirlingit  asked:

Hi Friend!!! I have a prompt for when you have to time to do your magic! Basically Little Roland goes around asking Henry if he can call his Gina Mommy. They make it their special mission ! Oh the fluff!

Thanks for the prompt! First, I have to say, I hate it when Roland calls Regina “Gina.” It’s a pet peeve of mine because I hate when people mispronounce my name, or God forbid, call me Laura (not that Laura isn’t a lovely name, but it’s not MY name). So that’s what inspired this :)

Regina Mills is very particular. She’s particular about her shoes, about her wardrobe, about the way the groceries are stored in the fridge. She’s particular about her staff, and mostly, she’s particular about the way people address her. It’s a holdover from being the Evil Queen - she doesn’t like to be dismissed. She’s the mayor, after all, and she wants to be recognized as such. For 30 years, she’s kept Storybrooke running (mostly) without incident, so being addressed as Madame Mayor seems like a small reward for indoor plumbing, the internet, and snow removal every time Maine winters dump two feet of snow on Main Street.

Regina Mills is very particular, but she has one weakness - little boys. Little boys who throw Cheerios off a high chair, who lurch around the house in her carefully arranged heels, who leave socks and jackets and crumbs all over the house. Before, it was Henry; now, it’s Roland.

“Gina,” he says, “I made you a samwich.” 

“Regina,” she corrects, “and it’s sandwich, not samwich.” 

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I’ve been working real hard making playlists for my sisters to give them as a gift and maybe guilt them a little at the same time when i visit later this week.  Sister 1′s is mostly country music, a lot of themes of angry independent women.  Sister 2′s has devolved into a mess of 90′s dance music and hip-hop that was popular from before she became a mom.  I don’t know if they’ll actually enjoy these mixes, or if I’m trying to send them messages?  I mean, I don’t think I am, but it could easily be interpreted that way.

Regardless, whatever happened to La Bouche?  I could party to this shit all day.

The Princess and the Frog Sentence Meme
  • "There is no way in this whole wide world I would ever, ever, ever I mean never kiss a frog. Yuck!"
  • "I would kiss a frog. I would kiss a hundred frogs if I could marry a prince and be a princess."
  • "A gift this special just gotta be shared."
  • "You know the thing about good food? It brings folks together from all walks of life. It warms them right up and it puts little smiles on their faces."
  • "When I open up my own restaurant, I tell you, people are gonna line up for miles around just to get a taste of my food."
  • "You wish and dream with all your little heart, but you remember that old star can only take you part of the way. You got to help with some hard work of your own."
  • "Congratulations on bein' voted King of the Mardi Gras parade."
  • "My mom always said that the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
  • "I'm gonna need about five hundred of your man catchin' beignets."
  • "Tonight my prince is finally coming."
  • "I got to make sure all that hard work means something."
  • "We are going to be late for the masquerede."
  • "For someone who can't see his feet, you're very light on them."
  • "Tarot readings, charms, potions. Dreams made real."
  • "When a woman says later, she really means not ever."
  • "I swear, I'm sweatin' like a sinner in church."
  • "Did you see the way he danced with me? A marriage proposal can't be far behind."
  • "You know I was startin' to think that wishing on stars was just for babies and crazy people."
  • "Aren't you just as pretty as a magnolia in May?"
  • "Seems like only yesterday we were both little girls dreaming our fairy tale dreams."
  • "Look, besides being unbelievably handsome I also happen to come from a fabulously wealthy family."
  • "You know if you are going to let every little thing bother you, its going to be a very long night!"
  • "How do I ever get tangled up in all this voodoo madness?"
  • "Fun fact about voodoo: I can't conjur a thing for myself."
  • "You and I both know the real power in this world ain't magic. Its money."
  • "Your little slip-up will be a minor bump in the road so long as we got the prince's blood in this."
  • "It serves me right for wishing on stars. The only way to get what you want in this world is through hard-work."
  • "Once you two are married, you are gonna keep your promise and get me my restaurant, right?"
  • "The Bayou's the best jazz school in the world. All the greats play the riverboats."
  • "She is the voodoo queen of the Bayou. She got magic and spells."
  • "When you're next in life for the throne, you're poised like a panther, ready to expect the unexpected."
  • "Keep that life flowin' and them lights a glowin'."
  • "I need his heart pumpin'...for now."
  • "Listen here mister, this stick in the mud has had to work two jobs her entire life while you've been sucking on a silver spoon chasing chamber maids around your ivory tower."
  • "When you are living in a castle, everything is done for you."
  • "You sure this is the right blind voodoo lady who lives in a boat in a tree in the bayou?"
  • "You blind to what you need."
  • "I will do whatever it takes to make all your dreams come true because I love you."
  • "All my years, no ones ever done anything like this for me."
  • "Just because you wish for something don't make it true."
  • "My Daddy never did get what he wanted but he had what he needed. He had love, never lost sight of what was really important. And neither will I!"
  • "My dream wouldn't be complete without you in it."
  • "All my life I read about true love and fairy tales and you found it!"