so much for no bedtime story

Storm In The Room certainly was an emotional roller coaster, but not in the way most of us were expecting. You have to know whenever you see one of the rooms of the temple appear, we’re going to be in for emotional whiplash.

Doubly so for Rose Quart’s room.

The one thing we have a tendency to forget is that the room seems to have one purpose: to show whoever possesses the Rose Quartz gem (aka Steven at this point) whatever it thinks they want. 

The room can only work with the information Steven already knows. Steven knows this. He says it several times. But given the circumstances, it’s easy to become overwhelmed and forget that. And the room? Just keeps on doing what it was designed to do. Steven wants to meet his mom?

Steven gets to meet his mom. 

Steven wants to play games with his mom? Steven gets to play games with his mom.

Steven needs reassurance? He’s told he’s wonderful the way he is and that his mother has been with him the whole time.

And it’s beautiful.

But it’s empty. 

Rose’s room holds no answers for him. It can’t tell him anything he doesn’t already know. The sudden reminder that his mother isn’t actually there is jarring. 

And the room, struggling to keep up with the sudden shift in Steven’s thoughts makes Rose dark, threatening and distant. She doesn’t answer any of Steven questions about Bismuth, Pink Diamond, the rebellion or her plans because the room simply doesn’t have the information to do so with.

Maybe they didn’t matter to you as much as hiding from the mess you made. And that’s why I’m here, isn’t it? Did you make me just so you wouldn’t have to deal with all your mistakes?

Steven is smart. Steven is perceptive. He was born into a situation that no one, let alone a child, should have to deal with. He’s strong, he’s capable, but in so many ways he has no one who truly understands what he’s going through. He’s human and gem, and while this gives him the strengths of both, it also makes him totally unique and new. He has an amazing support system, people who would do anything in this universe to help him. But in some ways he will always be alone. 

He’s never met Rose Quartz, the one individual that was the catalyst for the rebellion and its aftermath. Steven is going from the bedtime story/ fairy tale Rose Quartz presented to him from Greg and the gems to the reality behind the legend- something decisively less fairy tale like. That’s something that happens to a lot of us growing up, but in Steven’s situation it’s so much worse.

He never knew the Rose Quartz everyone idolized, but grew up knowing that everyone expected him to be just like her.  But as he learns more about her, he finds that there was so much more to her. She wasn’t necessarily the kind, generous, wise, strategic genius warrior she was painted as. She lied. She didn’t think things through. She made mistakes. She ran from those mistakes.

Everyone around him expects him to grow up to be just like Rose, and he’s not even sure he likes her. Turning into her is both his dream and his worst nightmare. 

We don’t know all the reasoning behind why Rose decided to become/create Steven. I have no doubt that it was definitely a strategic move on her part. She knew that Steven would be capable of doing things she never could, that in whatever was coming from Homeworld, she herself would not be able to do what was needed to save both Earth and whatever gems would come their way.

But I also have no doubt that it was a labor of love, that she absolutely would want Steven to exist without having to deal with her problems, IF that was possible. Steven had watched the tape his mom made for him, so the room? It knew what Steven needed to be reminded of.

I get it. I know you didn’t want me to deal with your problems. But you’re a part of me now. I have to deal with what you left behind. 

Whether Steven’s creation was a strategic move on Rose’s part or not is a moot point. He’s here and he has to handle the problems she left in her wake. He’s growing up and he needs answers. And as he’s coming to find, those answers aren’t necessarily easy to deal with. 

But, when it comes down it, Steven isn’t alone. Maybe his support system isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t have to be. They love him, they love each other, and they’ll get through this together.

Sometimes what’s let behind isn’t so bad after all. 

Tips for new daddies!

Hey! So, I’ve decided to compile a list of things for new daddys/doms. This list is for daddy’s with littles (age regressors). If there is anything you feel I’ve left out, feel free to let me know!

-They’re your little, make them feel like one. She/he is going to want to be in little space, so let them. Help them into it. A simple phrase gets my little into little space, so find out what works best for them.

-Establish rules. Try not to get over 20 rules, cause they can get hard to remember after a while. My little personally has 27, but some of our rules are common sense, so she remembers them easily. Be on the lookout for a rules list next. 

-Be supportive of them. If you’re both new, they may want to experiment with pacis, bottles, sippy cups, diapers, etc. Make sure the both of you talk it out and be there for them. Even if they are experienced in dd/lg and knows what they want, never ignore them. Be there and be supportive. 

-Punish bad behavior. I know, I know. You love them and don’t want to make them sad/upset. But trust me, when they start acting up in public and embarrassing you, you’re gonna wish you had started punishing them. 

-Take care of them. If you’re not in a LDR, this is a little easier. If you live together, tuck them in, or make meals, bathe them (with her permission), read them bedtime stories, and other small things to keep them in good health. If you are in a LDR, you can still read bedtime stories over FaceTime/skype, make sure they’re eating well, make them study, etc. 

-Know their stuffies names.  I cannot stress this enough. It seems like a small task, but it means so much to them that you remember their names. It also means a lot to the stuffies if you know their names (they also are very nice to you if you remember their names and dont put bad idea in your littles head as they often do) 

-Know a few cute nicknames. Underrated, but my little loves cute nicknames. Princess, baby girl, kitten, little one, little girl, etc. 

-Find your ‘daddy voice’. It’s your strict, ‘you better stop it right now’ voice that you use on your little when they’re breaking a rule, or doing something bad. It works wonders. 

-Don’t be afraid to be their daddy in public. I’m not saying to make them call you daddy in front of other people (don’t do that. the people around you didn’t ask for you to expose your kink to them) but if she’s with friends and you hear her curse, you can look at her and raise your eyebrows. She’ll get the point. I tend to tap her on the butt as a warning, but if she does it more than once, ill whisper in her ear something like ‘princesses don’t curse like that. Timeout for you later’. 

-Know their little space triggers. There isn’t much I can say about that, other than to just know what puts her in little space. 

-Have fun! Don’t let the haters drag you down, cause I know there are a ton of them out there. Enjoy your awesome relationship. 

Perks of Being A Stark (Peter Parker x Reader)

Anon asked:

MORE PETER X STARK READER IM BEGGING YOU

Another anon also asked:

Hey can we get a fanfiction on Peter x Reader, where the reader is Tony’s daughter and it’s just super cute and fluffy.

(AN. Hi! this is basically just Peter fluff o k I love it and dad!Tony is just killing me)

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Being Tony Stark’s daughter is overrated.

It was just a huge, chaotic mess of helping Tony prevent the world from going into a more chaotic state. It’s not that (Y/n) doesn’t like her father or anything, it’s because she loved him so much she was worried half to death everyday that he wouldn’t come home in one piece after a mission.

But like everything else in the world, being a Stark has its perks. (Y/n) grew up with the Avengers, meaning that when she was a little girl, it was Natasha and Clint who told her how to fight, Steve who told her bedtime stories, Bruce who tutored her, and Thor who comforted her when she was afraid of thunderstorms.

But that was years ago.

Now (Y/n) is 15, too old for bedtime stories or to be afraid of thunderstorms.

The events of the Sokovia accords broke her. What she knew as her family was now separated into two.

She would give anything to hear another bedtime story from Steve.

“(Y/n)?” Peter called, noticing that (Y/n) had a blank stare in her usually lively eyes,“Are you okay?”

(Y/n) snapped out of her train of thoughts. “I’m fine,” she sighed quietly.

They sat on the couch together, watching the Hobbit as their hands tangled together, (Y/n)’s head on Peter’s shoulder.

Of course, the Sokovia Accords also has its perks. She met Peter.

At first, Peter was just a stuttering mess who didn’t know how to act around her. Given time, they bonded over their love of Star Wars their similar intention of saving the world. It wasn’t until one night while watching Return Of The Jedi that Peter suddenly blurted out that he liked her.

That was two months ago.

And no, her father didn’t know.

Honestly, (Y/n) wasn’t really sure how he’ll react when he finds out.

“You’re doing that again,” Peter said softly. (Y/n)’s nose crinkled in confusion, “doing what?”

“That look with your eyes. Like you’re thinking, you know? What are you thinking about?” he asked with genuine curiosity and fascination.

“Just how dad will react if he knew,” (Y/n) said, chuckling in the end.

Peter grinned, kissing her nose playfully. “He’ll kill me when he finds out.”

“Who’ll kill you when who finds out what?” asked a stern voice from the back of the room, causing (Y/n) and Peter to jump in their seats.

Tony had ‘the look’ in his eyes, meaning that he could go off anytime now.

He stepped closer to Peter. “Don’t tell me it’s what I think it is.”

Peter sank down in seat. “I-I think it is what you think it is…?” he answered uncertainly.

“Okay,” Tony said, forcing himself to say the word.

“It’s okay?” Peter asked, a tint of hope in his voice.

“No,” he replied. “I’m giving you a five-minute head start.”

Peter’s eyes widened like tennis balls as he ran to the door, giving a pleading and apologetic look at (Y/n).

As soon as Peter was out of sight, Tony sat next to his daughter and gave her a grin. He laughed out loud. “He’s going to be so pissed when he finds out I’m just messing with him.”

Yes, being a Stark definitely has its perks.

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bedtime sketch of Lieutenant Hurley <3 

i don’t know if it was the similarity in their names and professions, but the image that my mind conjured of Hurley was pretty much identical to my headcanon of Captain Holly Short from the Artemis Fowl stories

Someone raised the challenge to take the idea of the cult ending that was assembled from non-canon datamined content but figure out a way to reassemble it into something that’s both tonally in-line with the rest of the game and a satisfying cap to the story so I rose to the challenge because bouncing from springboards like this and connecting plot points is basically what I do for a living.

Also tried to find a way to include all the dads because these “bigger picture” stories are more fun like that.

Putting it under a cut for length and hella spoilers, but here’s my response to the question of “well how would YOU handle the cult end”

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i have too many feelings about michelle jones so here have headcanons and peter x michelle

this was obnoxiously long because i have no control so lots of stuff is under the cut and it became very fic-like at the end there, whoops. 

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  • so michelle moved with her family to new york when she started high school
  • and mj was actually pretty sad to leave her friends back in chicago because it had taken a long time to make those friends and she always feels awkward around new people
  • so she isn’t very happy about The Move
  • she comes from a loving family
  • like, she gets kissed every night before she goes to bed, her parents read her bedtime stories until she was ten, she used to wear matching outfits with her mother, family movie nights were every friday
  • her parents were really good to her for the most part and just loved and supported her
  • they’re also pretty smart and since mj has pretty much always been inspired by them so intelligence and the acquisition of knowledge is really important to her
  • hence reading and academic decathlon, but she’s also into math and science too because she’s very driven and doesn’t have that many friends in new york so what else is she gonna do?
  • and her parents are an interracial couple and they’ve encountered a lot of hate and mj was always so sad when she walked out with her mother and people would give them weird looks
  • so she’s tried to end hate whenever she can and fights to give a voice to those who are silenced
  • but now cue mj going to high school in new york
  • she joins academic decathlon ofc because who do you think she is she lives for this shit
  • and then! there is this little shithead on the team PETER PARKER
  • like who the fuck does this kid think he is
  • answering all these questions, acting like he’s sooo smart just because he happens to know a lot of facts and is really good at physics and speaks spanish really well and also happens to be really dorky and adorable and okay maybe he’s kind of attractive too and maybe mj starts throwing herself more into academic decathlon and possible CONSIDERS joining band but that’s ONLY BECAUSE PETER IS A SHITHEAD AND SHE NEEDS TO SHOW HIM HE ISN’T THE ONLY TALENTED ONE OKAY
  • anyway

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beccadrawsstuff  asked:

what kinda headcanons? I'll chuck some out see if you like any of them: klance as parents, first paladins, victuuri as an old married couple, hunk and pidge friendship, lotor's generals

BECCA COMING THROUGH WITH THAT GOOD SHIT!

All of these are rad… I think I’ll definitely have to do Hunk and Pidge as friends eventually… but for now have some Klance as parents headcanons. 

Lance

  • Fun dad. King of bedtime stories and surprise tickle fights when his kids come around the corner. 
  • Performing arts dad - buys all the tutus, bedazzles the tulle, helps his daughters with their makeup back stage. 
  • Lets his daughters practice their makeup skills on him
  • *sneaking up on Keith after the girls have gone to bed* “Oh my god, you’ve been attacked” “Am I a pretty boy?” “Do not kiss me with thatLANCE NO! NO NO NO!”
  • Makes sunday brunch every weekend.
  • Fashion dad - “Keith don’t let them dress themselves!” “What, they look fine.” “They’re wearing plaid with polka…! Oh my god! Jeanie come here!”
  • Cries a lot. “I’m just so proud!” “Babe… they’re just graduating to middle school.”
  • Hilarious. So fantastic with kids. All of his daughter’s friends adore him. They get excited every year when career day rolls around and they know Lance is going to come in and tell some awesome stories about space.
  • “Did you meet any aliens?!” “Sure did, and I married the prettiest one.” All the kids laugh. They have no idea. 
  • Rubs his scruffy cheek on his daughter’s faces.

Keith

  • Discipline dad. Genuinely terrifying. No one crosses him. 
  • Soft and quiet generally. Pulls his daughters on to his lap frequently to talk about their day or lecture them about safety.
  • Lance may help his daughters with their makeup, but Keith always does their hair. Their friends are jealous of their perfect ballerina buns.
  • “Needs more glitter” - Keith, pulling out a can of glitter hairspray.
  • While the other kids might adore lance, they are in awe of Keith. He’s an urban legend. So cool! Did you know Keith rides a motorcycle and wears a leather jacket? That’s nothing, I heard he wrestled a bear with a plastic butter knife and a pencil!
  • No one plays the “My dad could beat up your dad” game with Keith’s daughters. 
  • Protective dad - “Macy better watch herself, Mark! If I see her check my kid again…!” “Babe… it’s peewee hockey.”
  • When his daughters are of dating age, Keith gives the boyfriend’s THE TALK.
  • His daughters are armed and dangerous. They’ll kill you in a parking lot with just their car keys. Don’t touch them. 

As a pair

  • Really gross. So in love. Will frequently kiss in front of their daughters to gross them out.
  • “Aren’t you glad that your dads love each other?” “Yes but can’t you just… do that in private??” “We do other things in private.” “DAD!!”
  • Birthday parties are a BIG FUCKING DEAL. Lance and Keith throw the most banging parties. Giant birthday cake by Hunk? Check. Petting zoo? Check. Water balloon fights? Check. Bonfires and smores? Check check. Funny ghost stories where the ghosts spook children with farting? … check. 
  • Attend every single piano recital, ballet performance, hockey game, and school play.
  • Argue with PTA moms. 
  • Whenever their daughters have a particularly awful tantrum. “You know they get this from you. This is your Galra side coming out.” “They’re adopted, lance.” “I stay by what I said”.
  • Halloween family. Lance is really into it and goes out of his way to plan and make everything, but Keith’s quietly competitive nature always gets the best of him.
  • “We’re the best looking family out tonight.” Keith whispers. Lance beams. “DAMN RIGHT!”
  • Always support each other’s decisions. They are a pair united. Their daughters tried to pull the “But papa said…!” On them once. once. It did not go well. “Lance did you agree to this?” “What?! No!”. Cue Keith’s disapproving face. 
  • Build treehouses and swing sets together.
  • Fall asleep on the couch every Christmas eve after staying up til 3am wrapping presents. 
  • Buy each other #1 Dad mugs.
  • Introduce themselves to their daughter’s teachers every year. 
  • Keith takes Lance’s  last name. 
Klance Headcanon

When Keith and Lance start sharing a bed, Lance quickly finds that Keith tends to struggle to fall asleep at night due to thinking too much about his leadership duties and his insecurities about being part Galra. So one night, when Keith’s back is facing him, Lance starts to trace spaceships and the lions into his back with his finger, softly whispering stories to him like his own grandmother used to do for him. Within a few minutes, Keith was fast asleep. It becomes a part of their bedtime ritual, with Keith sometimes doing the finger tracing when Lance is having a hard day. 

It was much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No-one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.
—  Terry Pratchett

norrihiddleskittycap  asked:

Fanfic Request: You and Gaston happily married with children (all the romantic fluffiness!).

i told myself i needed to write a fic BUT I WAS LIKE “HEADCANONS INSTEAD”

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

  • Living in the countryside away from the hustle bustle of village life. Probably a simple far, a place where Gaston can clear his head and be himself without having to worry or put up a facade for others. He loves it really, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
    • A place where he can literally put his feet up (You only rub them when you feel like it, he doesn’t actually pressure you to do it). A place where he can enjoy a beer in silence. A place where he can think and be with the things that matter to him.
      • The two of you are always up early enough to watch the sun rise. Imagine sitting beside Gaston, watching the sky change color in front of you. He wraps his arms around you and tugs you closer. A small kiss is placed to your forehead. A few more minutes before your children wake up, he thinks. That’s all he needed. Was a few more minutes alone with you in quiet and peace.
  • Imagine the two of you being lucky enough to have a boy and a girl. 
    • Gaston loves them so freaking much, and actually, they look a lot like him. Dark hair(thick hair), same skin tone and they both happen to have his stubbornness. (Which can cause problems sometimes.) Gaston actually fights you on this sometimes(Playfully) and tells you that they look a lot more like you, “I can see your smile in theirs when they laugh”. Rolling your eyes teasingly, you kiss his lips softly and whisper, “You old romantic.”
      • Imagine him tangling flowers into his daughters hair after she asks him to do it. He knows he’s not good at it but he still tries. She gives him a warm kiss to his cheek when he finishes and she scurries off to show you. “Momma, momma look what papa did!!” 
        You look down at her, smiling brightly, “It’s so pretty.” You brush a stray hair out of her face, “Your papa is so good at that, huh? He puts them in my hair too.”
        She nods happily and looks back at Gaston with an even wider smile. He feels his heart melt.
      • She probably convinces him to let her put flowers in his hair too. Just imagine that. She looks at him sternly, grasps the sides of his face and brings his head down enough so she can reach his hair. You’re standing off to the side, watching him with your son in your lap. Laughing quietly, you urge her to continue. Gaston gives you a playful glare. “I hope those are purple flowers. Purple is a good color for me.” He says to his daughter with a small laugh. Your son joins in eventually and he starts putting flowers in Gaston’s hair, coordinating with his sister as to what color he needed. 
        • Imagine Gaston taking his son hunting. But, while preparing, his daughter comes up and asks if she can come as well. After talking to you, and you agreeing, he takes both of them with him. Imagine his son holding onto the back of Gaston’s jacket and holding his sisters hand while they track. Both of them are super invested.
          • Imagine them coming back and your son is literally about to bounce off the walls because he actually managed to shoot a duck. Your daughter is resting on Gaston’s shoulders as she got tired on the way home.
            You take her carefully, rocking her back to sleep as she stirred with the movement as Gaston places a gentle kiss to your cheek before beaming proudly.
            “He’s going to be a good hunter, just like his father.” He looks at your son, still going on and on about what he had done. You see his father in his personality.
  • Gaston tells them about his time during the War before bedtime. Says it’s their bedtime story. You usually sit and listen.
    • “When I was younger,” He pauses and reflects, “much younger….”
      • Your son gets so excited hearing about it because wow, his father was a hero.
      • Your daughter on the other hand, likes the ending when Gaston explains how he met you and how he fell in love with you after the War and how you bring out the best in him and how much he really does love you and them.
        • “Your mother was so…” He has to think about his word choice, “Beautiful… Gorgeous… She swept me away and hasn’t let me life a day without her beauty ever since.”
  • Monitoring your PDA because your kids do not appreciate it when you kiss each other in front of them.
    • Your son pretends to gag and your daughter yelling at you to “STOP KISSING.”
      • Sufficing on gazes, small kisses to the cheek and Gaston wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer until the kids are put to bed.
  • I was about to say ‘don’t get me started on domestic Gaston’ but get me started please.
    • Absolutely a man who tries to cook you breakfast for your birthday but almost burns down the entire house. He just doesn’t cook often enough to know.  He ends up getting help from the kids, and things turn out okay. (He only burned it a little).
      • Probably tries to do the dishes here and there too(Especially when he’s sucking up to you). Always tells you, “That’s a really good workout for your arms. I’m surprised they’re not as big as mine.” You roll your eyes, flexing your arm teasingly. “Aren’t they?”
        • You asking him to help you with cleaning the house and doing the laundry, and for a second he looks at you like “who do you think you’re talking to?” but the glare you give him back gets him to agree and he ends up helping the kids take the laundry outside to dry. 
          • Gaston lifting up your daughter as she pins clothes to the line to dry. Your son tugs on his shirt, begging to be picked up too.
            • When you go out to check on them, the basket of laundry is still sitting there and Gaston is on his back, the two kids on top of him. They’re all laughing. Gaston catches eyes with you, “They’ve got me pinned, (Name). I can’t move!”
  • It’s late at night and the two of you had just put the kids to sleep after what seemed like hours of wrestling them into bed in the first place. You sigh softly, gazing at your love before making your way to the kitchen to clean and put away dishes before bed. Gaston looks at his children a few seconds longer before following you.
    Leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and living space, he smiles slightly, “I know I told you that two children were enough for me, but have you ever thought…?”
    “About having another one?” You asked, finishing his sentence. Tilting your head to the side, you could feel the heat hit your face. “I wouldn’t mind… three more even.”
    He smirks softly, making his way towards you. Kissing the back of your neck and then the shell of your ear, he murmurs to you, “Three? A bit too eager, are you?”

MMMM BOI I HOPE THOSE WERE OKAY. if you liked them, i can make more! Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 

But imagine.

Whilst everyone makes comments to the Inquisitor how difficult it must be to leave her children behind at Skyhold, secretly she loves it because, as much as she loves the crap out of her kids and being their mother, adventuring and keeping the peace across Thedas and just being the Inquisitor keeps her sane.

And at the same time, she knows there is an equally delighted curly-haired ex-Templar at home who, rather than missing adventuring and war as everyone thinks he does when he is brooding over reports, loves the shit out of making cocoa, and attending tea parties and telling bedtime stories with tiny dragon finger puppets.

Cursed Child Scorbus Rec List

This really has become more of an index than a rec list, with categories of: 

Full length chaptered stories, Series, arcs, collections and short chaptered stories, Atmospheric, poetic, ficlets and drabbles, Pre-slash, Fluff, Established relationships, Flangst, Dark Angst, Humor, Holidays, Coming Out, Smut, Fix-Its/Re-Writes, and AUs

Last time I counted there were over 200 fics on here!

Basically my requirements for this list are:
Is it Cursed Child compliant, in the CC universe or do the characterizations feel close enough to CC?
No disturbing side-pairings or themes (i.e. no dub-con, abuse, drug use, infidelity or major character death. Exceptions will have warnings.)
Is it decently written, easy enough to understand and not cringe-worthy?
Did it make me smile or feel things?
Have I actually read it?

There are many stories, especially multi-chapters and WIPs, that I haven’t gotten around to yet, so this list is mostly made up of one-shots. It is my New Year’s resolution to read longer works. Feel free to add your recommendations in your reblog! Happy Holidays you wonderful little fandom! 

Note: I have categorized these fairly loosely. Some fics may fit into more than one category, but I don’t list them twice unless they are individual parts of an arc. The first section is uncategorized. They are a few of my faves, though I definitely have favorites in other categories like atmospheric and fluff, however these ones seemed slightly more complex and are a bit longer. So consider this category…


A Good Place to Start

*Best Mates- picascribit

“You deserve to be with someone who really likes you. Who thinks you’re brilliant.“

Scorpius grinned. “I’ve got you for that.”

One of the first Albus/Scorpius stories I read after CC, and still one of my favorites. This is Part 1 of Pica’s Scorbus Arc, but it is perfect as a stand-alone. The stories do get more mature.

*The First Date- rainystreetlights

“Still under the impression that you should have been the first to get a girlfriend eh? What can I say… Ladies love me.”

“Ladies tolerate you.”

‘One-Shot set in Albus and Scorpius’ sixth year at Hogwarts. When Rose doesn’t show up, Albus and Scorpius end up going on an accidental first date. Pure Scorpius and Albus fluff. Awkward conversations and a lot of strange situations’.

I love this so much. This author has seen the play and it shows. Her characterizations and dialogue are so spot on. So awkward, adorable and heartfelt!

*The Ball- torestoreamends

‘A ball is being held at Hogwarts to celebrate the end of fifth and seventh year exams. Scorpius has agreed to go with Rose, and Albus shouldn’t be as upset about that as he is. Dancing, fancy robes, obliviousness, and a small sprinkling of brotherly advice ensue.’

This is so gorgeous. Just her description of the robes slayed me. Read everything by torestoreamends!

*Seasons- starlightpeddlar

‘From the moment Scorpius and Albus get on the Hogwarts Express for their fifth year, things start to change. Albus starts to gain confidence both in the classroom and out of it, and Scorpius’ realization that he has greater feelings for his best friend threatens to leave him more alone than he’d ever imagined’.

Wonderful four chapter prequel to ‘Quietly’. Quietly is quite long and intense, but this is a nice getting together story, though it is still quite meaty and introduces important themes for the series.

*Put Your Guns Away Its Tea Time- frombluetored

‘Ginny Potter estimates it will only take three days into the Weasley-Potter family holiday for Albus to act on his feelings for his best friend. Albus estimates it will only take three days for him to die of embarrassment. And Scorpius, well. Scorpius is just glad to be there with Albus in the first place.’

I love this so much! The characters are so spot on and we get to see other Next Gen kids as well as all the grown up characters we love. Come for the Scorbus, stay for Ginny and the whole Weasley clan.

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whenever writers/fans argue that getting dick grayson married to kory and giving them kids is boring, i always get really confused, because you’d literally have the most interesting of stories?? if mar’i grayson was in the main universe it’d be hilarious

  • dick and kory balancing patrols with their newborn baby’s sleeping schedule 
  • baby mar’i floating everywhere
  • dealing with a stubborn half-alien half-human child who can use starbolts against you when she doesn’t want to eat broccoli 
  • the struggle between hero life and parent life in general - bedtime story at 7pm, patrol at 8 
  • is mar’i’s current cold a tamaranean one or a human one? is it contagious? if so, will it affect kory? dick isn’t sure
  • mar’i telling everyone at pre-school that her parents are nightwing and starfire and that her grandpa’s batman (on a more serious note, how much of their hero lifestyle do they reveal to mar’i??)
  • kory teaching mar’i how to control her starbolts
  • baby mar’i squeezing dick’s hand too hard and accidentally leaving a bruise because she doesn’t know how to control her strength
  • dick trying to teach mar’i the trapeze and reliving some of his circus days as he comes to the realisation that his family are literally “the flying graysons”

basically the stories would be way more interesting than the generic dick grayson goes to blüdhaven and fights a bad guy and falls in love with a random love interest for 2 issues before she’s killed/they break up

Don’t you just love everything after the rain? The way the road looks, the cool breeze, the smell of the soil, walking on wet grass barefoot, splashing water from puddles, the crickets sound as if they’re chirping for the first time. Seeing someone’s ceiling fan through their open window makes me wonder if below it there’s a family of two kids listening to bedtime stories. Isn’t it good to find reasons to thank God for making you human? I want to know how the nature is so effortlessly itself. Even when it changes it doesn’t seem to be faking it. Who else out there loves the rain so much that they jump during the storm because it’s gonna rain instead of worrying about the dirt and dust?
More MBTI Questions I Need Answers to

DISCLAIMER: I legit need answers actually hahaha, if you can comment that’d be great because MY CURIOSITY NEEDS TO BE QUENCHEDDD  ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

ISFJ
- how do I adjust your preprogrammed cookie instructions so that I don’t die from coronary heart disease after eating all your cookies? That stick of butter y'all put into them got my arteries going like @.@
- can I have some more cookies pls? I ate all 12 of them in one sitting
- how often would you like to set your ‘it’s normal to feel insecure’ reminder?

INFJ
- will you come with me to this party 3 weeks from now? I promise to never leave your side and I heard there will be pets there (my attempt at bribery)
- how do you have the best hugs? what is your secret?!?!?!? I MUST KNOWWW
- how are all of you so uniquely artistic? Every INFJ I know does some kind of knitting, oil painting, guitar playing on the side and THEY’RE EXTREMELY GOOD AT WHAT THEY DOO

ISFP
- How do animals know to approach you for your mystical blessing (i.e. legendary head rub that makes all the animals kneel before you in praise)?
- y'all have such colourful outfits! Can you share your wardrobe with me?
- is there a cap on the number of art forms you dabble in or is it more like all ISFPs gets at least one?

ESFJ
- can I come with you to Thursday’s yoga class? I don’t have a matching yoga mat, but I’ll bring you that soy drink that you’ve been wanting to try
- how is your social media game so on point? TEACH MEH YOUR WAYSSS
- do you ever randomly forget someone’s name while talking to them? Because that happens to me wayyyy more than it should

INFP
- is there a daily tears limit or is it more like a you must meet a certain quota by the end of the month?
- how many years are you granted Special Snowflake status? Or do you renew it every 5 years or something?
- do y'all come out of the womb knowing how to make flower crowns or what? THEY’RE TOO PRETTY TO EXIST HOWWW??!?!?!

INTJ
- on a scale from 1 (“I never do this”)  to 10 (“what does it feel like to not do this?”), how often do you think about world domination?
- is it possible to like puzzles but also suck really badly at them? Because that’s me T__T
- how often do you wonder about whether or not you messed up a social interaction? how often is too often? oh crap, my INTJ just lagged a little bit, DON’T BLUE SCREEEN NOOOOOOOOOO

ISTJ
- Are y'all anti-change or just pro-routine? because there’s a difference apparently *eyes ENTJ*
- HELPPPP my ISTJ is stuck in a loop/routine!! Is this normal?
- From all the mbti types, pick one to clean your house according to your instructions, one to walk your dog, and one who’s house might collapse into itself from the hoarding unless you intervene

ISTP
- where are y'all at? I don’t know enough ISTPs
- did you have fun last Friday night? 😉
- how do all of you have this sexy smouldering thing going on?!?! I CAN’T NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH ALL OF YOUUUU

INTP
- how many hours did you sleep last night? Aim for 8 next time 🙂
- list me your 5 most recent wiki page visits .. I need stuff to do … and researching about a random obscure science thing sounds like a fun Tuesday
- are the science functions pre-installed or is it only calculus that’s pre-installed? How do I upgrade these functions?

ESTJ:
- Of all the mbti types, pick one to be your employee, your significant other, and your child
- HOW MANY SUITS DO YOU OWN?!?! Can you lend me one?
- describe your ideal workplace environment (are you turned on by this question?)

ENTJ:
- do you get an adrenaline rush when you bulldoze during an argument? because I totally feel that
- what does an ENTJ mating ritual look like? (i.e. how do you act around your crush? or no diff because can’t run StrongFeelings.exe?)
- I think my ENTJ is broken, it keeps running IsolationMode.exe! How do I fix it?!?! T____T

ESTP
- HEY ESTP! WHERE IS THE PARTY AT!?! Please take me with you, I’ll dance on the porch outside your house if I have to
- how do you feel about manuals? or do you just set them on fire? can we do a group manual burning? *ISTJs are probably having a heart attack*
- Pick one mbti type to kiss, one to marry, and one to have casual sex with

ENTP
- name me ONE project you’ve ever finished that wasn’t for school/work (y'all get so excited when you start a new project but the old projects feel neglected AF y'know)
- Since you’re the Meme Lord(ess), if you marry a commoner, are they Duchess of Memes or Lady Meme? or Lord Meme? (just throwing that in real quick before the I see pitchforks outside mah house)
- how do y'all have so much air to debate for as long as you do? do ENTPs have unique genetic mutations that allow for larger lung capacity? do y'all double as Olympic swimmers too?

ENFJ
- where do all of our secrets go after we tell them to you? do you have a personalized file on each of us that you flip through from time to time as a bedtime story or what?
- why do all of you want me to reveal my emotional wounds? Is that the equivalent of foreplay or something?
- how do I install PersonalSpace.exe onto my ENFJ?

ENFP
- how do you have sooooooo many tabs open?!?!?
- do pets come to you or do you come to pets?
- will you take me with you on your next spontaneous surprise trip to Tokyo? All my bags are already packed, just tell me what day we’re going

ESFP
- why do y'all always smell nice? can I bottle your scent or something?
- do you take dance lessons or is dancing well just a feature of all ESFPs?
- have you seen my butt? Because you’re sexy AF and I’d like to give you permission to dance within 2 ft of it

Imagine an AU where...

Volstagg, being much older than most of Thor’s friends, is a very young man – just into adulthood, really – during the war with the Frost Giants. He serves in Odin’s army, and Volstagg finds the baby in the temple of Jotunheim instead of Odin. 

So of course, he brings the baby home – he and his fiancé have been talking about having all kinds of kids anyway once they get married after the war – and the two of them raise Loki as Loki Volstaggson, along with his many many younger siblings that follow. 

Loki grows up with no expectation to be a prince. No scrutiny. No inheritance, beyond the expectation he might run the farm someday, though any of his siblings could do as much if he chose otherwise. He’s the eldest sibling, saddled with a lot of practical responsibility for wrangling and caring for all the little ones, but is surrounded by warmth and affection all the time. When he shows an aptitude for magic, it’s a bit of a surprise, but Volstagg works hard and pleads with the court to score him some lessons – if only so he doesn’t set the chicken coop on fire again. And Loki learns illusion spells that he uses to tease and delight all his little sisters, illustrating their bedtime stories with floating images of warriors and dragons made of light. 

He has no reason to compare himself to the crown prince Thor. Though he’s honored when his father brings him along to join the warriors three and Thor and Sif on an adventure, and over time, as Volstagg gets older, Loki spends more time questing in his place (though Volstagg does pull Thor aside and is like, “I love you man, but if you get him killed…“ embarrassing the shit out of Loki in the process).

But yeah. Imagine Loki Volstaggson. With the big loving family and all the big ginger!dad hugs and no rivalry and just… being happy. 

And then he realized why he was thinking like this. 
It was because he wanted there to be conspirators. It was much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them.
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Jingo, Terry Pratchett

Pterry dropping another truth bomb right there.

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The picture on the left is when Luigi first came to me, the picture on the right is the most recent one I’ve taken of him.

The first picture was taken 10th January
The second was taken this Thursday

When he first came to me, I had no idea how to look after a dove. I didn’t plan on having him. I didn’t get him from a rescue. One day my uncle came to the door and said he had an injured baby dove that had smashed into the window of the pub he’d been at. I was the only one who he thought would take it. We think that when he hit the window it had been his first time trying to fly, he didn’t try to fly again until about two months after I’d had him.

His beak was so badly injured that he couldn’t open it to eat. I fed him by adding water to oats, sucking it up in a straw, opening his beak and blowing it down his throat. I don’t know if it was the best way but it was the only way I knew.

He would spend his days out in the house with me, he loved sitting on my head while I watched tv. At night he slept in a big black box, the only thing I had to put him in.

I loved him from the moment I opened the box and I love him even more now. I’ve had to fight my family to keep him, they said that I was ‘a cruel and horrible’ person for keeping a 'wild animal’. Luigi is not wild and he never was. He’s a dove, most species of dove are not wild. He is a garden fantail, they are not wild. He was used to humans the moment he came to us, he may have come from a dove cote. We shall never know. I’ve even had people say they’d call the police on me if I didn’t release him into the wild. I’m glad I stood my ground and didn’t give in. I’m glad that I kept him. I’m glad that I never gave up on him.

He now has all his feathers and spends most of his time outside in the aviary. Oh and yes, yes he still gets bedtime stories.

I want to say thank you to @ramseyringnecks for teaching me so much about pigeons and doves. I was lost on how to care for him until I found your blog. I also want to say thank you to the rest of birblr, it’s a wonderful community and I’m very proud to be part of it.

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Some firsts in relationships are big, grand things, ones always talked about, ones made into milestones. But Alec has learned that a relationship has a lot more firsts than he thought, just that some firsts are louder than others. A quiet, seemingly unnoticeable first is the first time Magnus leaves him alone at the loft. 

They are talking on the couch, a half empty bottle of champagne on the small table in front of them, when Magnus’ phone rings. One of the werewolves from Luke’s pack had been seriously injured, nothing the pack had tried was working. Magnus looks over at Alec, who just smiles at him, and Magnus tells Luke he would be right there.

“I’m sorry we have to cut this short,“ Magnus says, making his way around the loft and gathering ingredients. 

“Nothing to be sorry for,“ Alec says, getting up, fully intent on leaving, but then Magnus turns to him, looking uncharacteristically nervous, almost shy.

“But, you could stay, if you want,“ he says, not really meeting Alec’s eyes. “This shouldn’t take long, you can just wait here and we can continue our date when I get back. If you want to.“

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