• the name is inspired by burritos, then cheetos!
  • a story of victuuri and five doggos and two kiddos
  • i go with yuu k and vic niki
  • they are in their mid 30s
  • sofia katsuki-nikiforov, 6 & vasily katsuki-nikiforov, 3
  • adopted? surrogacy? idk you decide
  • a makkachin + a vicchan + 3 pups
  • follow up to that au where makkachin talks
  • at least i think she talks
  • it could just be victuuri making up her lines
  • makkachin INSISTS that yuuri is papa and victor is mama
  • everyone else calls their dads as papa and papa
  • how do they even differentiate? i have absolutely no idea
  • makkachin does call victor as papa
  • but only when i’m feeling angsty
  • yuuri tend to leave victor to deal with makka alone
  • “but do you really have to leave me to deal with her tantrums?!”
  • makka throw tantrums a lot
  • it’s closely tied to the drama of why she refuses to call him papa
  • victor is dramatic when makka refuses to call him papa
  • one day yuuri calls ‘vicchan’ and you know who responds?
  • vicchan
  • victor
  • “victor, what are you doing here?“
  • “you called for me?“
  • “eh? I called for vicchan.“
  • “but I *am* vicchan?“
  • “vicchan… the dog?“
  • “oh.“
  • fyi yuuri never call victor as vicchan so it’s embarrassing
  • victor sulks about this
  • he wants to be called vicchan too
  • ”vicchan?”
  • no response lmao
  • “vicchan… the human?“
  • victor perks up
  • “yes!“
  • sofia is what makka is if she ever turns human
  • sofia grows up to be a rebel like makka
  • vasily is a sweetheart, rly
  • victor still cries easily
  • like a lot, a lot
  • vasily to the rescue
  • he pats papa’s head
  • “vasilyyyyyyy“
  • gross sobbing
  • yuuri often tell people not to make victor cry
  • bc when victor cries
  • sofia cries
  • vasily wails
  • everyone screams
  • “now i feel like crying too.“
  • uncle yurio
  • the reluctant babysitter
  • “You’re an adult now, Yuri?”

Parents who aren’t cishet are so strong.
People who give birth or carry a child and aren’t women are unbelievably brave and capable.
Nonbinary parents are incredible and just as capable of raising a child of any gender.
Mothers whose partner carried their child are so beautiful and amazing.
Same/similar gender parents are fantastic and loving and able to be just as awesome as different gender parents.
Fathers who carried their baby are unbelievably awesome dads.
Parents who have a surrogate baby for any reason are just as much their child’s parent as they would be if they had/had been able to have the child just between them.
Parents who adopt are so beautiful and kind and are the parent that the child needed, and are just as worthy as parents who don’t adopt.
LGBTQ+ parents are the best and nothing will ever convince me otherwise.

Critics of surrogacy are called conservative, moralist and anti-gay. As a feminist, I think surrogacy should be discussed not on the basis of who the intended parents might be, but on the basis of what surrogacy itself is. My questions are: Is surrogacy reproductive prostitution? And: Is surrogacy baby trade?

The first question startles many. At first surrogacy looks like the reverse of prostitution: it is reproduction without sex, not sex without reproduction. We see images of cute babies and happy families, not of seedy brothels. The ‘holy uterus’, not the vagina, is put on the market. The archetype of the benevolent Madonna, not the whore, is projected. Yet in spite of these differences, they are both about selling a part of the female body. They both perpetuate the ideology that women’s bodies exist for the purpose and purchase of others. We are told that women need to offer sex to men who are single, disabled or have special needs — as if sex were a human right. We are told that gay couples, single men and infertile women need children — as if having children were a human right. In both cases, women are obliged to surrender: to have sex without wanting it, to give birth to babies without getting to know them. Women are turned into factories: have sex for the purpose of others, have children for the purpose of others. In both industries, women are used as tools, not as human beings with feelings of their own.

—  Kajsa Ekis Ekman x

Keith will be Keith and he will do his best, Lance.

I head-canon that Lance is Mr. Mom but when he is asked to return to work as an instructor at the Garrison, it is decided Keith will stay home with their daughter. Keith does his best. Ha.

And Keith would totally be the type of dad who would panic and crawl in the crib with his toddler. 



Lance: You would be proud of me. I only cried once today.

Keith: Same. 

Keith: (slowly and a little too loud) Hey, It’s me Keith. I am your fa-ther. We are bonding? Yes?

Lance: Keith, no. Just no. You know, she can’t talk, right? Try again. Just talk to her, like a normal person and not, I don’t know, like you are a robot who works with the elderly, maybe? 

Keith: Hi, I’m your dad.

Lance: Better.

Keith: Well, one of your dads. You have two dads. Your other dad, Lance, he is going to be a great dad. You’re a lucky little girl. Honestly, I have no idea what I am doing, but I’ll love you. I love you now, more than I thought I could ever love someone I just met. And I promise I will always protect you. In fact, I’d slaughter-

Lance: Uh, I’m gonna stop you there, Keith. Up until the slaughtering, you were doing great. Can I have our baby back, now? 

(Lance looks like a man who regrets his life choices and it cracks me up. He doesn’t. Just the fact that Keith really has no clue about babies is dawning on him.)

The Art of Eternal Youth.

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 20 - “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet willies.”  Filled for @novemberhush

Thank You for the prompt, it’s a little crazy, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

“Mike,” Harvey murmured, giving him a gentle squeeze of the shoulder.

Mike was lying face down on their couch, snoring loudly and reeking of alcohol.  He’d gone out last night for Harold’s bucks party (Yes, Harvey had joked aloud, who on earth would marry Harold?).

Just after 9 am, Harvey had received a very exciting text message.  He’d spent half an hour making as much noise as possible, banging the kitchen cupboards, and blasting the ‘Rocky’ soundtrack through the television but Mike still hadn’t moved, and if anything he just snored louder.

“Mike,” he insisted, picking up his arm and dropping it, so it thudded against the leather.

“Go away,” Mike grumbled into the leather, “s'too early.”

Right, Harvey thought to himself, he couldn’t wait to share this news, so Mike needed to join him in the land of the living immediately, he could sleep later.  Sticking his index finger into his mouth and working as much saliva on it as possible, he grinned down at his sleeping husband mischievously.  It was Mike’s pet peeve, and he knew this would get him up.

He stuck the wet finger in Mike’s ear and wiggled it around.  It took about two seconds for Mike to respond by grabbing the pillow from under his head, rising and giving Harvey a good whack with it, “That’s disgusting Harvey, what are you five?” Harvey was cackling, one arm shielding his face and the other covering his man parts in case of a subsequent strike but instead was taken off guard when Mike rugby tackled him onto the mirroring couch.

“I woke you up bec-”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet willies.” Mike scolded, now astride Harvey with his hands on his hips, “Payback’s a bitch,” he explained running his hands over Harvey’s sleep soft tee-shirt lovingly. He grinned as he stopped at his oblique’s and starting a feather light tickle with his fingers.  Harvey bucked and wiggled and tried to slap Mike’s hands away but from his position, Mike was too strong.

“STOP!” He tried to sound authoritative, but it spluttered out amidst a jolt of laughter as Mike started to scrape his stubble under his chin, yet another ticklish spot.

Everyone saw it, not just the PSL crew.  Opposing counsels, judges, and politicians.  Since he and Mike had started dating, Harvey had felt and acted ten years younger, his eyes sparkled, and he was up for any adventure.  

Unfortunately for Harvey, he had given away all his ticklish spots very early in the relationship, and thanks to an eidetic memory, Mike knew where every last one resided if he ever decided to torture him like he was now.

Harvey sucked his finger into his mouth once again and wiggled his eyebrows at Mike.

“Don’t you dare,” Mike threatened.

“Oh, I dare,” Harvey replied, making quite a show of twirling his tongue around his finger.  Mike usually would have enjoyed how sexual it looked, but not now that he knew what Harvey was going to do.  

As swiftly as he could, Mike tried to spring up off Harvey, but Harvey caught him by the thigh, and they both went crashing to the floor, Harvey’s phone slipping from his pocket and skidding toward the kitchen.

Mike saw his opportunity when Harvey’s eyes followed the phone, commando rolling out of arms reach, and sprinting for the master bedroom.

“Chicken Shit,” Harvey yelled out after him, picking up the phone and watching as the sliding doors closed, only to see Mike pop his head in-between the doors, wink at him and call him a pussy back.

As the doors closed he heard Mike yell ‘And my aim is better than your cooking’, then after a beat he added the ‘Sweetheart’ sardonically, knowing Harvey hated the pet name.  There was a thundering of feet outside the door.

“Well, now I’m going to give you the wettest willie you’ve ever had!” Harvey professed absurdly to the closed door.

Mike snorted from his position of ‘using the bed as a barrier for when Harvey charged’, “Promises, promises.”

No, I think I’ll definitely want to do that with you after you hear the news, Harvey thought to himself as he carefully slid open the door revealing Mike with a playful grin on his face, ready to run on the far side of the bed.  Harvey didn’t tread on his expensive furniture, EVER, today being the exception.

He ran around the custom-made bed, and as predicted, Mike tried to scuttle across the bed, in an effort to evade him.  Harvey pounced, jumping onto the bed and tackled Mike from behind.  He dragged him back toward him, Mike clawing at the bed edge as Harvey playfully exposed and sank his teeth into the curve of his ass, eliciting a soft whine.  The sound wound out of Mike’s lungs; it was half pleasure and half pain.  He stilled, relaxing for a moment as Harvey ran his hand gently over the bitten flesh.  Then quicker than the Flash himself, he managed to wiggle away and bolt for the kitchen, Harvey three steps behind him.

“Stop chasing me!” Mike laughed, putting the kitchen counter between them.

Without skipping a beat, Harvey replied, “I can’t stop, it’s my job.”  

They did one lap of the kitchen before Harvey latched onto his arm and flattened him against the fridge, their bodies aligned from thigh to chest, as he kissed him deeply.

“I love you,” Harvey mumbled into the kiss.  Mike groaned, the dizzying combination of Harvey’s words, and the taste of the coffee he so desperately needed making him glad that Harvey was holding him in place.

Harvey pulled away, Mike’s bottom lip still glistening from his last taste.  He took his time just staring at him in wonderment before he spoke again.

“Truce?” He asked, smiling at the perfection that was Mike.

Mike had a goofy grin on his face, “Yeah, you’re forgiven.”

Harvey beamed, “Come sit down; I did wake you up for a reason!”

Mike followed him silently back to the couch they had wrestled on minutes earlier.  He watched Harvey remove his phone and set it on the messages screen.  When he handed it to Mike, their hands touched, and Harvey looked at him with such adoration and devotion that Mike simply couldn’t believe how lucky he was, he had the perfect husband, the job he’d always wanted.  Everything was perfect.  Harvey motioned toward the phone.

Picture message from Amanda:  So happy to finally tell you both that you are going to be dads!  The Doctor said everything looks good and is going perfectly.  So you have 30 weeks to wait! Xx

Mike stared, open mouthed at the tiny little blob on the screen.  He re-read the message, all the while his brain screaming 'I’m going to be a dad!’  'Harvey is going to be a dad!’  'I’m going to be part of a family of three!’ and with that thought, the tears threatened.  

This time, Harvey pushed Mike onto his back and straddled him.  Mike brought his hands up to Harvey’s face and cradled it, “I’m getting a family,” he whispered emotionally, “I can’t believe we get to have this,” he said, pulling Harvey’s face down to his, “I love you, Harvey.”

The End.

Authors Note:  Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed the second last instalment (one more to go).  You can find the rest here - Millie’s Mini Marvey Musing’s

Afternoon Gifts (2)

Yay babyfic! I promise that next chapter baby things will actually begin, but there’s some plot points (why I even am bothering with plot at this point, who knows) to take care of first.

Gladiolus crosses his arms and glares at them without a word and Noctis thinks that maybe they’re about to make bloody, unfortunate history. After all a shield has never killed a King before…figures he’d push it there.

Prompto’s fidgeting beside him and it would be annoying if he didn’t also feel like crawling out of his skin under the burning glare they’re getting.

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anonymous asked:

Important thing about lesbians irl: the main italian lesbian organization , arcilesbica , is under attack expecially from "queers" bc they don't support surrogacy, a lot of groups don't even want them to be at pride because of this so if you want to support them, leave a message or something go to the main page on fb (arcilesbica milano). If any of you are part of another lesbian organization with similar views it would be even cooler, spread the message if you want!

That’s so frustrating! Not supporting the commercial use of women’s bodies so that people can have biological children is absolutely a view they are entitled to hold as an organization that supports women. Women in many countries are routinely exploited for their reproductive capacity!

Supporting them in this sounds like it makes sense to me. To me, fighting against the exploitation of women’s bodies makes perfect sense for a lesbian organization. Putting the ability of wealthy people to buy access to a woman’s body for nine months over women’s autonomy should NOT be the stance of any LGBT group.

Daddy Keith headcanon:

Keith and Ally have this weird connection where they can tell when something is wrong with the other.

The first time, Keith wakes up Lance in the middle of the night, “Lance, I think she has a fever.”

Lance looks at the monitor and sees her sleeping.

Keith is getting out of bed and Lance is all, “Keith, if you wake that baby, I swear to God -”


Queue baby crying before he even leaves the room.

At first Lance thinks things like this are just a coincidence but after awhile he just accepts it.

When Ally is 8 she falls and breaks her arm at school. Keith and Lance are on a lunch date between Lance’s classes (he’s an instructor at the Garrison) and Lance is like, “Time to get back,” and sees Keith make the Ally’ s hurt face.

“Nope we’re gonna go get Ally.” They are all ready on their way to the school when the school calls.

When she is in university, she has a bad date where the dude gets aggressive and handsy. Ally defends herself but Keith still senses her distress and insists they go to the university.

When Ally is telling them what happened, Keith just gets up and leaves.

Ally tells Lance, “Papa, don’t let Daddy kill him,” because even though he appeared calm she can feel the Galra rage.

Ally is able to find Keith and he has the guy up against the side of the building, ready to just plumble him.

Lance has to stop him from hurting the guy and getting himself arrested, though Lance does let Keith scare the crap out of the dude first.

When Keith is an old man, he suffers from arthritis and other wear and tear from a life time of being rough on his body and Ally can sense when he is having bad days.

I could keep going with this headcanon but I don’t want to make myself cry.

I had an awful but funny Surrogacy AU Daddy Klance headcanon in the shower just now:

Ally’ s prom is coming up

Ally: So apparently at prom, they do this father daughter dance. I was thinking I’d find out what song it’s gonna be, figure out the middle of it and I’d dance for half a song with each of you. I’m not sure which one of you’d want to go first.

Lance: I’ll go first.

Keith: Why can’t I go first?

Lance: I’m more the dancer.

Keith: I can dance.

Lance: Yeah but when people think of who the dancer is between the two of us. They think of me.

Keith: Who are these “people”? I should go first because technically, I’m her dad dad.

Lance: Back the truck up, Keith. You did not just say that.

Keith: Wh-

Lance: I had the largest needle I have ever seen in my life jammed into my pelvis to make our daughter and you think that because you jerked off into a cup, that makes you her “dad dad.”

Ally: Ugh….ok dads…I’m gonna go. Let you work this out amongst yourselves. (Everts eyes and leaves the room)

Keith (red from embarrassment, he whispers): The egg came from your stem cells that makes you her mom dad.

Lance: MOM DAD

Keith: Well you are.

Lance takes a drawn out breath: K, Keith. You want to assign us stereotypical binary roles, I’ll play…

Keith: That’s not what I sa- (watches Lance tie on an apron) Oh fuck.

Day of Lance dramatically acting like a TV sitcom MOM*

At supper:

Keith: So, Ally, your father, Lance, is going to dance with you first.