thanks dad i love that i love girls!


Looking for some YA books with queer main characters to read during pride month? Here’s a list of titles I’ve read and/or heard great things about. Most of these were published within the past year or so. Feel free to add on!

You Know Me Well by David Levithian and Nina LaCour

Two classmates, one gay and the other lesbian, meet during pride month in San Francisco and help each other through relationship problems.

 Tell me Again How a Crush Should Feel by Sara Farizan

Finally! A cute F/F novel where no lesbians die in the end! The main character is an Iranian American with traditional parents.

 Last Seen Leaving by Caleb Roehrig

Mystery/thriller about a closeted gay boy who’s girlfriend goes missing, and he becomes the focus of her disappearance. I can usually figure out what happened in mystery novels early on but this one had me guessing until the very last page.

The Abyss Surrounds Us and The Edge of the Abyss by Emily Skrutskie

Lesbian pirates and sea monsters. Need I say more?

When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore

This one’s like reading a modern day fairy tell starring a trans boy named Sam, who’s family immigrated from Pakistan, and a Latina girl named Miel who grows flowers out of her wrists. And there’s a glass coffin. It’s super creepy.

Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde

Y’all, this is set at SupaCon (like Comic Con!). There are two narrators. Charlie, an Asian movie star who is bisexual, and Taylor, a blogger who has ASP.

Radical by E.M. Kokie

This one’s a little darker. It’s about a butch lesbian doomsday prepper who accidently gets involved in a dangerous plot that could get her and her family into some serious trouble. I liked this book because Bex’s views about guns are completely different than mine. But that’s why we read, right? To learn about people who are different from you.

 Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst

This book was pitched to me as a fantasy book about a princess betrothed to a prince but she falls in love with his sister. It’s pretty good.

PS: Dear Mrs. Coulthurst, thank you for Chapter 34

 10 Things I Can See From Here by Carrie Mac

A f/f story set in Vancouver about a girl with anxiety who goes to live with her dad and falls in love with a musician.

 How to Make a Wish by Ashley Herring Blake

Like Sarah Dessen? You’ll love How to Make a Wish! It’s about a girl, who’s bisexual, who falls in love with a biracial dancer. It’s part love story, part mother-daughter story and super amazing and emotional!

 History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera

Keep your tissues close. You’ll need them. Griffin’s ex-boyfriend, Theo, drowns and he’s left devastated. He grows close to Theo’s boyfriend, Jackson, who is one of the few people who knows what he’s going through.

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour

Speaking of tissues, you’ll also need them for Nina LaCour’s latest YA/NA crossover. Marin is staying at school alone for Christmas holidays and her best friend Mabel comes to visit. It’s a tear jerker but also amazing and beautifully written.

The Upside of Unrequited by Becky Albertalli

I’m gonna cheat with this one because the main character isn’t queer. BUT she has two moms, they’re a biracial couple, her twin sister is a lesbian, and the sister’s girlfriend is pansexual. And her moms’ wedding is a big part of the plot. Great book to read during pride month!

Dreadnought by April Daniels

Superhero novel with a main character who’s transgender and a lesbian. I’ve read this and heard mixed reviews but for the most part, it’s a good book if you like superheroes.

The Better to Kiss You With by Michelle Osgood

This is a f/f story that I’m not entirely sure how to categorize. It’s part paranormal romance, part mystery/thriller, but could also be NA. The love interest is a butch lesbian who’s a werewolf!

Girl Mans Up by M-E Girard

Main character is a butch lesbian who comes from a traditional Portuguese family.

The Cursed Queen by Sarah Fine

If you’re a Clexa shipper, you’ll love The Cursed Queen. A fantasy novel with a bisexual main character who falls in love with her chieftain’s daughter. You can’t help but fall in love with Ansa and Thrya. And the best part? No dead queer girls!

seventeen first impressions vs now
  • dino then: CUTIE BABY
  • dino now : still a lil nug but lowkey A Man™
  • vernon then: he was my first love in svt
  • vernon now: i love my awkward boyfriend
  • jeonghan then: a girl but a pretty girl
  • jeonghan now: truly such a visual human, thank you God for creating such a beautiful person
  • woozi then: wow he tiny n cute is he like 16?
  • woozi now: still small and fragile but super important and grown up bc he's the producer
  • joshua then: kinda feminine bc his voice is so gentle ?? but he loves jesus so i love him
  • joshua now: PROTECT HIM he is soft but onstage he is Dad
  • mingyu then : he looks so intimidating
  • mingyu now : what a string bean!!
  • wonwoo then : if wonwoo punched me in the face i still wouldn't be able to identify him
  • wonwoo now : i want wonwoo to punch me in the face
  • s coups then : he's strange looking
  • s coups now : he's my actual father, please adopt me seungcheol
  • hoshi then : wait isn't that woozi?? all these squishy boys with cute names what the heck
  • hoshi now : important and talented lil bub!!! also he lowkey looks like xiumin from exo
  • jun then : PRETTY also a vampire
  • jun now: honestly still pretty, still a vampire, but he's always so done with life what a relatable guy
  • the8 then : he has a striking nose?? ahah idk why i noticed that first
  • the8 now : my precious son!!!! he's so soft n quiet and i love him!!!
  • seungkwan then : woah he looks like a dad
  • seungkwan now : he's only one year older than me and funny as heck ! i want to be his best friend he's so fun
  • dk then : that is a handsome man right there, he's gotta be the oldest
  • dk now : someone please stop my 12 year old son from embarrassing himself
Paper Hearts

A short little fic for the anon who requested it: El drawing hearts in her notebook and Hopper or Mike finding it. 

Jim hadn’t meant to snoop. Not really. In fact, the thought hadn’t even entered his mind when he picked El’s notebook up off the table, wanting to check on her multiplication practice—she had been having trouble with the eight-times-table. 

Snooping had only occurred, he’d later defend himself, after the book had fallen to the floor, opening onto a page near the back. He couldn’t help but to see the hearts—so many hearts, in so many different colours—and his adopted daughter’s messy handwriting scrawling out a certain four-letter name over and over. Mike

It made him laugh at first—the thought that the incredible depths of the bond El shared with the Wheeler boy could begin to be captured in the lovesick doodles of a teenager. That despite everything they had been through, El and Mike were really just two kids figuring out first love. 

And that second thought made something click inside Jim, some drive to protect his little girl—his little, telekinetic, kick-ass-and-take-no-names girl. 

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aftertaste // stilinski twins

Summary: Y/N’s forced to deal with the consequences of her actions while her boyfriend, Stuart, is away for the summer

Requested: no, collab with @rememberstilinski

Characters: Stiles, Stuart & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes & smut


As soon as she stepped onto the driveway the sun started heating her skin, drowning her in warmth. Adjusting the two backpack straps around her shoulders, she reached into her back pocket for the list she had made the night before.

“You sure you have everything you need?” She asked as she reread the slightly crumbled piece of paper in her hand, marking off the little checklist she had made for her boyfriend one last time before helping him load his bags into the trunk.

The sun reflected off of the lenses of his thick rimmed glasses as a small smirk made its way onto his face.

“Babe-” Stuart groaned, a giggle following as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s torso, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I said I’m good.” He assured her.

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Gladnis Commission finished for the lovely @Abelina_V over on twitter! 

She wanted Ignis and Gladio done in the casual style I’ve done in the past with the other boys and girls! Something fluffy and sweet for mom and dad <3
Thank you so much for commissioning me! 
      Do not edit, repost or use, full versions for Clients only!


“ my closest relationship is with my blackberry, thank god it vibrates! ”
“ when i was a kid, most of the advice that my dad gave me was crap. ”
“ there you have it, folks. young love. ”
“ valentine’s day was a massacre in chicago where lots of people were killed. ”
“ i don’t feel comfortable taking my shirt off in public. ”
“ love is the only shocking act left on the planet. ”
“ if you’re ever with a guy/girl that’s too good for you, marry him/her. ”
“ i shut down my playerness from new years to st. patty’s day. ”
“ i need happy, i need romantic, i need love, and i need it from you. ”
“ i would crawl over cut glass to take you to the winter formal. ”
“ dude, he’s from indiana. they only celebrate love your cousin day. ”
“ did you even consider marrying me? ”
“ when you ask a girl to marry you, do you want her to just consider it? ”
“ then there’s the whole thing with my parents’ horrible… ”
“ oh don’t tell me, that’ll take the fun out of guessing. ”
“ i can’t stand the idea of some jerk hurting her, i just can’t. i can’t. ”
“ what’s the greatest love song of all time? ”
“ i’ve never had an inkling before. i wasn’t sure what to do with it. ”
“ what do you do with the flowers? ”
“ you don’t step in to love, you fall in. ”
“ apparently everyone and their mother felt that way but nobody had the guts to tell me. ”
“ have you ever seen someone fall head over heels in love? it’s ugly, bro. ”
“ love doesn’t exist unless you acknowledge it in front of other people. ”
“ unfortunately, the truth makes everything else seem like a lie. ”
“ it’s not about defiance, it’s about what a man will do for love. ”
“ that is a really weird way to talk to your boss. ”
“ this is the busiest day of the year for phone sex. ”
“ you know, i’d like to say yes. but… i don’t know if i can afford it. ”
“ when you love someone, you love all of them… ”


Fire walk with me

Also @walk-among-us, @ohschistitsageologist, @prideandperdition, @ollis-beard, @dragon-on-the-sea and @type-ho-negative tagged me to do this selfie thingy, thank you!! c;

I’ll tag: @hera-salander, @kiwiturilli, @sebasura, @asylumsammet, @moveslikejaromir, @moonslices, @monicasanoli, @dauntlesswarden, @orthar-the-tooth-collector, @under-a-godless-sky, @misshammett, @death-delirium, @mathiasismywhore, @hobbitsmind, @resist-and-bite, @celtic-frosted-flakes, @kaylaapril620 and @bruceedickinson


170905 amber’s instagram

사진을 정리하다가 많은 보물들을 찾았어요^^
제가 말을 못 했을때 말 할 수 있게 도와줬고, 제가 겁먹고 자신감 없어졌을때 힘이 돼줬고, 저한테 포기하지말라고 계속하라고 했고, 제가 외로울때 뜬끔 없는 제 전화 받고, 제 재미 없는 장난까지도 받아주고ㅋㅋ.. 9년동안 같이 웃고 울고 다투고….너무나 소중한 추억들인데 앞으로도 더 많이 만들어야죠! 우리 멤버들 항상 고마워 사랑해!
에프엑스는 벌써 8살인데 항상 우리 미유한테 감사드려요!!! 미유분들 없었으면 에프엑스도 없었을거에요! 아직도 우리 미유의 응원소리가 어제인것같이 잘 들리네요. 계속 열심히 하겠습니다^^ 사랑해요 감사해요!

Found a lot of good memories going through old photos^^
When I didn’t know how to say anything, they helped me, when I was scared and discouraged they told me not to stop and to never give up, when I was lonely they would pick up my random phone calls, and they even laughed at my stupid dad jokes haha… its been a crazy but amazing 9 years with them, laughing together, crying together, and even arguing with one another… and I hope to make more special memories with these crazy girls :) Thank you to my members, always! Love you guys!
f(x) is 8 years old!! Just want to thank all you MeUs out there. If theres no MeU, theres no f(x)! I can still hear all those crazy fan chants like it was yesterday. Thank you guys for everything and we going to keep working hard! Love you guys, THANK YOU!

Coming Out

Characters: Uncle!Dean x Niece!Reader, Father!Sam x Daughter!Reader (Reader is a teenager, age not stated but arounbd 16 or 17)

Words: 1180

Summary: The reader talks to her uncle about figuring out her sexuality. Once she figures it out, she tells her dad that she’s bi-sexual. 

Warnings: talk about sexuality, crying, bi-sexuality 

Hey guys. This is a special story to me, very special. I wanted to write and post it this month because it’s Pride month, and it seems more than appropriate. I’ll talk more about it all at the end of the one shot, so enjoy. 

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kristincolby: Happy Father’s Day my love! From the first moment you held our baby girl I knew what an incredible dad you would be to her. I’m so excited to watch the bond between you two grow. There is no doubt she will always be surrounded by love and spoiled beyond words by you. Thank you for making me a mommy! Rowan & I love you SO much 😘

Getting married to Tom Holland:

This is really long, sorry bout that :/

Tags: @iamnesta (If you want to get tagged, just tell me!)

  • Oiiiii y’all the tears are already coming
  • Okay so the proposal would be kind of (really) unexpected
  • So you guys would just have dinner after Tom came home after a kind of long day
  • You made his favorite dinner what a good girlfriend
  • As soon as Tom walked in you immediately jumped into his arms
  • “Hey darling, sorry it took so long. Had to do something after work.“
  • “Oh no worries. I made dinner.“
  • “What did I do to deserve you.“
  • “Well, you have the possibility to date literally every girl you want so, it’s kind of a blessing to call you my boyfriend.“
  • While you put the food on the table Tom dropped onto the couch
  • “I wanna eat hereee.“ he said while making grabby hands
  • “Okay under one condition, if any food lands on that white couch, I get to decorate the whole apartment.“
  • “I promise!“
  • “Swear on your next Spiderman movie!“
  • “I swear on all of the movies I’m going to be in.“
  • You fake gasped before saying
  • “I’m honored!“

  • So you’d just lay on the couch talking about each other’s days
  • When suddenly bursted out
  • “What?“
  • “Well I, uhm, i don’t know if this is the wrong moment, but will you marry me?“
  • And then he’d drop on one knee ahhh
  • Welp what is life?????
  • He’d be so confused and worried because you didn’t say anything and your face was like *facepalm*
  • Honestly your mind was like ‚???????‘
  • But after what felt like hours you finally realized what just happened
  • “Yes.“
  • “What?“

  • So beautiful
  • After some months the day was finally there
  • Your wedding day
  • Omg that sounds so beautiful
  • So the wedding would be in Winter
  • I love winter so yeah sorry if you’re not a winter person
  • And boy was your dress pretty
  • Like you looked like a fricking Princess
  • Okay but Laura and Zendaya were your bridesmaids cause goals
  • “Ahhh oh my god Y/N you look so stunning!“
  • “Well there goes my sexuality, will you marry me Y/N L/N???“
  • After some time Nikki joined you
  • “Hey ladies, could I have some alone time with Y/N?“
  • “Oh yeah of course!“
  • Not gonna lie you started to panic a little bit
  • “Is everything okay, did something happen?“
  • “Oh darling of course not. Don’t worry I just wanted you to officially welcome to the family.“
  • There were some tears from your side not gonna lie

  • Alright then it came
  • The moment you’ve been waiting for all your life
  • You started making your way down to the isle when your father saw you
  • “My goodness you look just like a Princess.“
  • “Thank you dad.“
  • And then yo walked down the isle
  • Girl you killed it smh what’s wrong with me
  • Tom would start crying cause you just look so beautiful awwww

  • Alright let’s skip to the probably most adorable part
  • “Uhm alright, so Y/N you.. wow you look stunning.“
  • Aww this is adorable
  • “Take your time, love. Just breathe it’ll be fine.“
  • He’d look at you with so much love in his eyes
  • “Alright. I remember the first time I saw you. You stood in the middle of the crowd, not knowing what the hell was going on. Our Regisseur was about to scream at you, but I told him that I’ll handle it. I tried to tell you that you just walking into the middle of a scene, but I couldn’t think straight.Thinking about it, it’s kinda weird that you actually talked to me since I was 13 and incredibly awkward.”

  • “You looked incredibly cute darling.”
  • He chuckled, looking down as he continued saying:
  • “I remember our first date. We went to that little cafe near the Thames. You started talking about your love for Comics, Books and all of your favorite things.”
  • “How did you survive that?!”
  • “You looked so happy. I just wanted to see that sparkle in your eyes for the rest of my life. I also remember the first time I said I love you. It was after our seventh date. I remember I was a nervous mess and I just bursted it out. You looked at me like I just promised you the world.”
  • That was when the tears came from you

  • “Do you Thomas Holland, want to take Y/N L/N as your loving wife. In the good and the bad times until you die?”
  • “I do!”
  • “And do you Y/N L/N, want to take Thomas Holland as you loving husband. In the good and the bad times until you die?”
  • “I do!”
  • “ Go now in peace and live in love, sharing the most precious gifts you have- the gifts of your lives united. And may your days be long on this earth. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
  • “You don’t have to tell me that twice.” YAAAAAY A HAPPILY MARRIED COUPLE
  • “Oh and btw the night after your wedding was fun as well ;)

anonymous asked:

omg i just love, love, LOVE your writing like i love how you capture the members of the groups and how the way you make them seems to really be them (does that make sense idk) but I'm begging you please, if you have time, can you make a single dad au for NCT because I trust your writing more than others (no offense to other amazing blogs out there) thank you ♡♡

this is something i never thought of before i got this message,,,but single dad moon taeil just seems like a really cute concept,,, and i ,,,,had to write it ahh

  • has twins,,,,,,a boy and a girl who he loves more than anything in this world. like really 
  • but unlike their calm, quiet father they’re rowdy and mischievous and taeil keeps having to running around with one in his arms,,,,chasing down the other one,,,,bumping into furniture,,,spilling toys everywhere
  • and it’s no damn surprise they love uncles johnny and ten so much,,,,,because those two can keep up 
  • while taeil can only fall face first onto the sofa and mumble that fatherhood should be considered an olympic sport at this point
  • texts taeyong at least 42 times a day about what he should and shouldn’t let the twins do,,,,,do you think horseback riding is safe,,,,,they’re only four,,,,,,,one of them just tried to steal someones keys i gtg taeyong -
  • but at the end of the day,,,having two angelic kids makes taeil so ,,,, content because they’re his world,,,,he wants to make sure they get everything 
  • (unless of course it’s dangerous, and unless it’s candy because johnny always brings some and then taeil has two hyper kids with sugar rushes on his hands)
  • you own a little bakery squished between two big buildings in the neighborhood where taeil works and whenever he’s coming back from work,,,he picks up something for the kids and you can tell he has kids
  • because his jacket has stains on it from paint and his backpack has keychains of disney characters and the not so obvious tired,,,but really excited look in his eyes gives it away
  • also he buys pastries in the shape of puppies and stuff so,,,,,,
  • one afternoon taeil has the babysitter bring the kids to meet him at work and when he stops by your little bakery you see two little kids,,,,,running back and forth pointing at all the food and jumping up and down, pulling on taeil’s pants to get them this cake or that treat 
  • taeil,,,,knows they’re being noisy and he’s dealt with people shushing him and telling him to “control his children”
  • but when he murmurs out a soft apology you just laugh and you’re like ,,,,,what are you talking about?? it’s nice to have so much cheerfulness in the store !!!
  • and you go out from behind the counter and crouch down next to the twins who eagerly as if they can try this or that 
  • and taeil has never seen someone ,,,,, so effortlessly bond with his kids but in a matter of minutes his daughter is leading you around by the hand and his son is asking you if he can draw on the chalkboard menu 
  • all the while you’re smiling,,,,,the kids having full trust in you as you pick them up to both scribble little lines and happy faces on the menu and then 
  • when you turn around taeil notices they’ve gotten chalk all over your apron and shirt and face but,,,,,,,you’re still grinning
  • you end up giving taeil an huge bag full of pastries and snacks and taeil tries to take out his wallet but you’re like it’s fine!!! seeing the kids is enough to cover for it!!
  • taeil,,,,,stares at you wide eyed for a moment before flushing red like he’s back in high school and stuttering out a goodbye
  • on the way home the kids eat some of the pastries and his son climbs into his lap and is like “dad,,,,when can we see them again??” and taeil is like who,,,,and they say your name
  • ,,,,,,which leaves taeil once again in shock because did u put some spell on his kids??? why do they like you so much??? i mean,,,,,you’re cute he’ll admit that- wait what
  • and the next day as taeil is going back home from work he passes by your shop only to stop down the block, turn around, and walk back to you
  • when you see him you brighten up and he’s like ,,,,,,,,,,,,hi,,,,,,and you’re like “are the kids not here?” and he’s like they’re home,,,but,,,,,,i,,,,i was wondering do - do you have dinner plans??
  • and you’re like hmm no i usually close up late and eat from the grocery store
  • taeil swallows,,,playing with his tie until he’s like,,,,,,,would you like to come have dinner with me,,,,,,the kids want to see you again and all so-
  • you practically jump for joy and taeil,,,,,,well his heart does a little pull when you take off your apron and explain that you’d love that!! you’ll close up early today
  • watching you get ready,,,taeil wonders for a moment if you’re going along just because you like his kids,,,,,,,or maybe because you like him too??? maybe?????? who knows?????
  • but it’s apparent when you two are walking toward the subway and you’re like “i can’t wait to see the kids, but also,,,,,,”
  • he looks at you,,,and you shyly look away and mumble that you’re happy you get to see him too,,,,,,,,
  • taeil feels the heat rise up into his face and he’s like aH,,, m,,,,me,,,too- oh tHE TRAin is COMING LETS GO
  • and without thinking he grabs your hand to run through the turnstile and you squeeze it a little tighter,,,,,,,,because you know somehow it feels right

ser-ren  asked:

In the shifter/werewolf au would Noctis ever have an heir? And does prompto and gladio's baby ever call the other two like mom or dad? I love this au so much, if you ever wanna bounce ideas off about it lemme know QuQ. Also would is it ok if I draw this too? (with cred ofc) oh and I have a headcanon suggestion: When noctis sleep he sticks his tongue out and everyone else thinks it's the cutest thing but he always denies he does. prompto has several pictures. (i just love the soft boys thank u)

Omg what a wonderful ask!!! *Rubs my hands together*

Yes! When little Regis is about 2 years old, Noct has a pup of his own :)

He has a little girl, Clara (as a femme version of Clarus)

Little Regis has names for everybody!

Gladio is papa, Prom is mama, Noctis is daddy, and Ignis is mommy!

And OMG,,,That, is the Cutest. Thing. Ever. Headcanon accepted!!!

Bouncing ideas sounds great!! Bless my friends, but they are very not into a/b/o… so I need someone to talk about it with :D. And absolutely! Go right ahead, I’d be thrilled to see more content for this au!!


Real-Life Friendships: Chris Evans & McKenna Grace

C: she just came in and just had this light about her and as soon as she walked out the room we were all like: “that’s the girl.” She’s so easy to talk to and she’s got a lot of love, she’s just a sweetie.

M: aww thank you, i love you. I think he’s gonna be a great dad someday, he’s so sweet, he’s so kind, he does a lot of great things for children and does a lot of great things for charity and he’s very fun and nice and i think that he’d make a great dad.

whovian-gurl  asked:

Can you please do Jesse, Jack and Reaper with a family with their S/O? I liked the idea of Gabe dropping the big bad act for his little one. I also love your writing style! Thank you! :)


When the door opens late that afternoon, your daughter squealed in her high seat, kicking her little legs and waving her tiny arms as she struggled to turn to see behind her. The spoon you held had mashed carrots and potatoes, and you had been struggling for the last twenty minutes to get her to eat more then a single bite.

“How’s my baby girl?” called a out voice, and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. The sound of boots being shed, followed by footsteps growing louder told you your husband was home and ready for dinner.

Immediately your daughter squealed louder, blubbering and her face was all toothless smiles as she made noises at her father walking in. It was cute, because despite only being only nine months old, she had a thick head of brown hair and these beautiful brown eyes.

When Jesse smiled, and you could see where she got her good looks from. Walking over, he scooped his little girl into his arms, laying her in the nook of his arm. Waving her little hands, one of them touched his beard, and immediately she cooed.

Eyes softening, you stood and walked over. Smile widening further, Jesse pulled you closer to his chest with his free arm and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Hi sweetheart,” Jesse murmurs, kissing you tenderly. “Smells good in here, or is that just you?”

“Jesse, you tease,” you laugh, pressing another kiss or two to his face, before the two of you look down at your daughter. “I could use your help, you know. She isn’t happy with her dinner, but you seem capable of making her eat just about anything…” you hinted.

Winking, Jesse started toward the table. “Say no more, darlin’. I got her,” he said, sitting with her at the table. “Ready to eat dinner with daddy?” He cooed at her, and you couldn’t help appreciating how utterly in love with his daughter he was. It had been like that since she as born, and you’d never heard him complain once about changing diapers and coming home to help you with her after a busy day.

It took five minutes, but when you came back Jesse was feeding her without a problem, and you rolled your eyes. How easy it was for him.


“Hey!” Soldier called, giving a warning look to son when he began running toward a stand with a new set of nerf guns. “No running in the store. And you remember to stay in my sight.”

You couldn’t help the giggle you let slip, which earned you a playful chiding look from Jack. It was one of his days off and the two of you agreed it would be best to grocery shop today together. Unfortunately, you couldn’t go shopping though without walking with the kids through the kids section.

“Daddy! Look, Daddy!” squealed your six year old son, holding one of the nerf guns and pointing it at Jack. “Boom!” he pretended to shoot.

Glancing at him, you saw Jack glanced at your son and shook his head. “Not in the store. Come on, we need to start buying some groceries,” he said, but noticed that with a pout his son headed back into the isle.

Frowning when he didn’t walk back, Jack glanced back at you. 

“Go get him, Jack. Just remember…he just wants to play with his dad,” you say gently, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Then you push the cart away, headed for the other side of the store.

Heading into the isle, Jack sees his son sitting on the floor by the nerf guns, playing quietly with it and seeming to study it. For a moment, he thought about what you said. Its true, he thought, he won’t be a kid forever and all he wants is to play…I can’t deny him a little play time.

Crouching beside him, after a moment Jack said, “You know how to load that, right?” he said finally.

Blinking, his son looked up at him. He had a head of blonde curly hair, and bright green eyes…god, was he a beautiful child. After a moment he shook his head at Jack.

Smiling, Jack took off his sun glasses and handed them to his son, before he opened a package of nerf darts and started to show him how to use it. Once done, Jack handed the toy to him and stepped back, opening his arms.

“Okay, aim for me, okay?” Jack said, watching as his son looked surprised.

After a moment, he stood and lifted up the gun, having to use both hands to hold onto it. Taking two minutes, his young son aimed before finally letting loose a shot. The dart landed on Soldiers stomach, sticking for a second before falling to the floor.

“Oh no!” Jack gasped dramatically, arms wrapping around his stomach before he dropped to his knees. “Oh! You got me! I’m bleeding out!” Jack gasped, reaching out with a shaky hand.

It took a second but then his son’s face filled with delight. “I got you daddy!” he squealed, running over and landing on top of Soldier. “I did really good, right?”

Soldier managed to pat his back, still pretending injury. “Ow! Yes, you did amazing! I’ve never seen such a brilliant shot!” Jack gasped, before he pulled his son up and pressed a raspberry on his sons cheek.

The two started to laugh and play, and neither cared for the parents and workers staring down the isle at them in curiosity. You didn’t mind shopping alone, especially since you could just hear their laughter from the other side of the store.


That evening when Gabe came home, you pulled him to the living room and sat him on the couch. Gabe had been excited to come home and see you and the beautiful daughter the two of you had created, but he couldn’t help growing worried from the expression on your face.

“Your going to need to sit, okay? And don’t freak out,” you said gently, sitting on the edge of the coffee table and looking up at him.

At this point, Gabriel was seriously starting to become paranoid. Perching on the edge of the couch, he looked uncertain as he looked at you with suspicious eyes. You couldn’t be pregnant surely. And his daughter was too young…

Staring hard at you, Reaper waited patiently without a word, knowing you’d get to it.

“So…there’s a school dance coming this Friday,” you started off with slowly, and Reaper relaxed. “And it’s dedicated to dads…but I know you work that day in the evening…”

After a moment, Reaper looked thoughtful, pushing off his hood and running a hand through his short hair. “I see,” he says gruffly, wondering if maybe his daughter had asked for him not to go. Gabriel adored his daughter, and the eight year old has been a daddy’s girl since birth.

Smiling ruefully, you watched him. “She really wants to go with you, Gabe. But…she’s worried about making you miss work. She was so quiet during dinner…she even told me that it was okay to miss the dance because she doesn’t know how to dance. Can you believe that?” you murmured, playing with a strand of your hair.

Gabe looked thoughtful for a moment, thinking over the week and after a moment he shrugged. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to change that. I’ll be back,” he said, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before going upstairs.

Knocking on his daughters door, he opened it up to see she’d already crawled into bed and sat reading there in little pink princess pajamas. Looking up when the door opened, her face lit up when she saw Gabe and she put the book down, her little braids swishing against her shoulders.

“Hey, baby,” Gabe said softly, eyes softening as he walked over.

“Dad! I missed you,” she said, reaching up for a hug. Gabe swung her up so that she sat on his hip and hugged her tightly.

“I missed you too, baby,” Gabe whispered, cradling her to him and he couldn’t help feel better when he could hold her at the end of the day. Every day he was thankful for his family, for his wife, daughter and the beautiful 1 year old son sleeping in his room next door.

Putting her down after a moment, Gabe took her hands and she looked up quizzically. “Mom told me about the party this weekend…It looks like I need to teach you to dance,” Gabe said gently, his lips curving into one of the smiles that only his children could get from him.

Looking surprised, she looked shy now as Gabe held her hands. “But…but you work this weekend…” she said softly, trying not to look disappointed.

Shaking his head, Gabe ruffled her hair briefly before taking both hands again, swaying slightly. “No. They can handle without me for the weekend. I have a date with a princess at a ball this weekend,” Gabe said, winking down at her.

For a moment she looked like she would cry, she seemed so happy. Then she sniffled and shook her head. “But…I don’t know how to dance…” she said miserably.

Smile widening, Gabe lifted her chin gently. “Baby, your already dancing,” he said, and it appeared she hadn’t noticed when he had started swaying and turning them, or when he spun her slowly. “And your doing so good, too.”

Shock covered her face before she really did start to cry. The tears flooded her eyes and she started to cry hard, stopping to wipe at her eyes. Eyes softening, Gabe knelt down and touched her arm, wanting to sooth her.

Then she flung herself on him, hugging his neck tightly and crying into his shoulder. “Thank you, dad,” she whispered, sniffling. “I love you.”

Heart melting, Reaper held her and buried his face into her hair. “I love you, baby,” he whispered, holding her as if hoping that could keep her his little girl forever.

Okay so I’m reading Crooked Kingdom for the first time (I regret taking so long to get to this, it’s incredible) and can I just say: 

There are so many tropes that are subverted over the course of these books but one that I especially love is how Jesper learned to shoot. 

It mirrors badass girls in films who inevitably learned to shot or fight because “they had brothers” or “dad always wanted a son so he taught me instead.”

But instead, Jesper is taught to shoot by his mother. He has a father, a loving, kind father and he has a beautiful, loving mum - who also teaches him to shoot and hunt and a hundred other useful things. 

Like wow. Thank-you Leigh Bardugo for subverting that trope. 

BTS as : Types of Dads

request : how would bts be as dads?

requested by : no one, hope you enjoy!! ((:

A/N : i’m starting off with the hyung line first and i’ll have the maknae line as dads written soon ! requests are open please come request anything you’d like !!

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‘Best Friends, Apparently’ Part One: Outside Drinks (Michael M. x Reader)

Here’s the first part of that Long Michael Thing i kept talking about,,,,I’m legit a bit nervous about posting this because,,,,well idk you’ll see i guess (feedback rlly appreciated) 

Word Count: 1406

Warnings: just the swearing

part two      part three     part four       part five      part six       part seven    part eight

You walked out from the kitchen, tying your apron over your uniform as you surveyed the counter. Your shift had just started, and as usual you were assigned to anyone who sat at the counter instead of at a table. This usually meant you’d deal with truckers, the occasional nervous pair on a first date, and your friends, because they’d never pass up an opportunity to put your waitressing to the test.

Your area was empty for now, so you alternated between doodling on your order pad and watching Christine wait on the family of five in the corner booth.

“I wish my section was as empty as yours,” Christine quietly said as she handed an order to the cook.

“I mean, if it’s any consolation those middle school boys haven’t come in yet, so you might not have to deal with their terrible attempts at flirting today,” You said, a small chuckle coming from your friend.

“Yeah, but they always leave the best tip, it almost makes it worth it,” She responded, and you smiled, about to respond when the bell above the door chimed, signalling a new customer entering.

You turned your head, your best customer service smile pasted on before dropping to a genuine smile when you saw who it was-Michael Mell. 

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bloominghands  asked:

Robin x Sanji for the kid prompt? :3c




quiet. pitter patter. footsteps. 

i hide it away. the shirt, far too big for me, goes underneath the mattress, and the dolls come out. 

i set them up, quickly, as if to show i’ve been playing with them. my heart yearns for the cars that my aunt gave me, for my fifth birthday. 

my mother likes it more when i play with my dolls. 

a shadow falls past my room, and it steals my breath away. i cough. “hello, mrs. sparkles,” i say, picking up a doll and smiling at her. my mouth is stretched wide, made of lies and stars threatening to burst. 

“would you like some tea?” i continue, just as the shadow becomes a human, my mother, and steps into the room. she smiles. 

“having fun?”

“yes, amma.”

we both know it’s a lie. 

we smile, mouths wider stretched. they almost break, shattering. but they don’t. the proficiency of hiding our feelings runs through this family. 

i look back at the doll i’m holding. her eyes, glassy blue and dead, judge me, silently. she knows about what’s underneath my mattress. she knows that i’m not what i should be. 

“______?” she calls. my heart twists, my guts turn. “play with your cars.”

my eyes shoot up. “my cars?”

my mother nods. “they make you happy. i like to see you happy.”

a smile breaks out onto my face, one that supernovas could not mimic. the room lights up, sun streaming through the window, and my heart explodes. 

“thank you,” i say, almost reverently. 

my mother looks like she wants to say something, secrets of the stars at the tip of her tongue. she doesn’t. she simply nods and turns away, and says something under her breath. 

at the time, i did not hear it. i am too busy chasing after my cars, too busy unraveling the secrets at the tip of her tongue. i have forgotten about the something underneath my mattress. 

later, i realise what she said. 

“darling, you will change the world.”


i am six years old and my best friend is a boy. 

we have the same haircuts, short cropped black hair, the same laughs, music whistling through the wind, the same passion, ferocity, love. 

we climb on top of the slide and i hang upside down from it. he laughs, trying to get me to sit back up, lest i should fall. i refuse. 

“______?” he asks, and the name still twists my heart, turns my guts. “do you think we can change the world?”

i smile at him, the sunset beginning to fall. “i think we can do whatever we want to.”

silence falls. he ponders my statement. “i think,” he says, “when i grow older, i’ll marry you.”

i laugh so hard, i almost fall off. “is that so?”

“why not?” he says. “you’re like me. you like karate, you like video games and you like cricket, and you’re better than me at all of those.”

“does that make a difference?” i ask. he smiles, and the sun frames his face. 

“amma said i should always marry someone smarter than me.”

i beam. “i wouldn’t mind marrying you.”

he grins. “that’s that settled then. we’ll get married when we’re older!”

the next day, we run around, telling people of our engagement. our mothers laugh and smile, our fathers grin and muss our hair, our friends listen in awe and ask if they can be married to us too. “why not?” we say. “let’s all get married!”

the next day, we are back. my best friend and i, we sit in our respective places. he looks at me, more than usual. 

“what are you doing?” i ask. it’s hard to see him properly, especially when it’s almost dark and i’m upside down. 

“your name,” he says, and cold fear runs down my spine, like a black hole had been melted and made me shiver. “it doesn’t fit you.”

“it doesn’t,” i agree, and the black hole changes into a red hot supernova of relief, finally, someone understands. “what would you call me then?”

he thinks, and looks then at the sky. it is dark, and the stars have come out. the sky is still tinged with pink and red, and it reflects off of his face. 

“sky,” he decides, and it clicks. the stars come into formation. 

“sky,” i repeat, and it fills with me with a strange feeling that i cannot put a name to. 


he smiles at me, then jumps off the slide. “well, sky, you coming?" 

i jump off, landing with a whisper of a thud. "race you back home!”

i win. 


i am in a strange place. 

it doesn’t smell like home. home smells like spices, like my best friend spraying his mum’s perfume everywhere, like maggi noodles. 

it doesn’t smell foreign, with no furniture, no love crafted into the air. i set my suitcase down. i look around. it’s bare, but there’s room. it’s more room than the one bedroom apartment we had to live in for two months. 

i close my eyes, firmly shut, and then open them again. if i squint just enough, i can see the drawings that my sister will draw on the wall, and my heart warms with the fire of a thousand suns. 

i can start again. make myself known as sky. make myself known as whatever i like. 

i smile at my family. they smile back, holding the tears in their eyes and breathing in softly. 

we can make this home. 


i do not wear skirts anymore. 

it is summer, and it is hot outside, the sun shining down with ferocity and anger. i refuse to wear my skirt. i fold my hands over my t-shirt and smooth out my trousers. 

my mum and dad have a heated whisper argument in the kitchen. my sister sits on the sofa, chewing her lip nervously. i perch on a chair, right next to the kitchen. 

my dad gives me a thumbs up behind my mum’s back. i nod. he comes over to me. “it’s too warm to wear trousers,” he says, kneeling in front of me. i open my mouth, ready to argue, but he says, “you can wear shorts, though.”

i close my mouth again. i nod, beaming. “thanks, dad.”

“i love you,” he says, pulling me close. my sister and my mother watch. “and that will never change. i will always love you, no matter what.”

it sounds like he’s warning me of something. i don’t quite know what it is. 


at school, i make friends. 

one, a girl with the hair of gold and a soft, sweet voice to go with it. she is kind to the bone, so full of love and affection for me. i am in awe of her, every single day. 

two, a girl with enthusiasm and songs. she is always singing and drawing and dancing, at one with the arts. 

three, a girl with nothing but acceptance to the brim. she is the other indian, the one my parents approve of. she makes sure that i am okay. 

four, a boy with a snarky mouth and a snappy memory to boot. he can recite the times tables almost as fast as me, and smiles at me every day, even if we are academic rivals. 

they make me feel okay. they make me feel sane. one and four wear trousers, like me, two and three wear skirts. they have all seen me cry, they have all seen me smile. 

we are a constellation, holding each other up, making each other feel safe. 


i was getting comfortable. i was dragged away, yet again, this time to a place called germany. 

it’s unfamiliar. i can’t taste the apple pie that one had baked for me once. i can’t see the drawings that two drew for me. i can’t feel the smile that three gave me every day. i can’t hear the sarcastic comments four made every minute. 

i do not like it. my parents look uneasy. my sister looks happy, dancing in the living room that has been stripped clear of any sign of life. 

i breathe. it will be okay. i will make myself known as myself. 


i hate it here. 

the girls whisper about me in their little clusters, angry words in german rattling back and forth. the boys look at me like i am some sort of zoo attraction. 

i try to wear clothes like them, act like them so i will fit in. they crawl up my body and fester in my heart. 

i cry myself to sleep. 


the girl with hair of anger and a temper made of fire sticks up for me. 

she hisses at everyone to include me, that i’m just as good as them, that i can play with them too. 

it has been two years, but the love i have for her has not faded one bit, a raging fire inside my chest. 


they play hockey, and i see a person made of sunshine. 

they are a friend of the girl of anger and fire. they don’t talk much, preferring to keep to their drawings and sketchbook. they remind me of two, but quieter, more reserved. 

i do not mind. i talk about everything under the stars, and whenever i wheedle a response out of them, it is one of the best feelings i have ever experienced. 

slowly, i spend more time with them. i seek them out. they seek me out. they talk more, i listen more. they make me laugh, i make them smile. i stick up for them, make sure nobody talks smack about them around me. 

days blur into weeks, and they keep me afloat. 

somewhere down the line, we become friends. 


the person made of sunshine has a brother. the brother has friends, each a different colour of the rainbow. 

they gravitate towards me, teaching me new things, helping me out. they all tell me about different things, but they have one thing in common: they teach me how to live. 

slowly, i start dressing like myself again. i start speaking up and speaking out, against things i know are wrong. 

the brother takes me under his wing. he glares at everyone who threatens me in any way, he supports me. soon, his friends become mine as well. 

for the first time in my life, i feel at home. 


they talk about gender, and as soon as they mention the word nonbinary, i know. 


i tell them. sunshine smiles and supports me, like always. they ease into my pronouns, my name. 


“my name is - ” i start, unsure how to finish. 

“skylar,” says sunshine for me, and my heart bursts. 


i come back home after a long day of school, placing my backpack down carefully next to my desk. i lay back on my bed. 

stars dance across my ceiling. the constellation i created when i was younger is still there, with my four friends. now, more have been added, and my heart beats for all of them. 

i get up and look under my mattress. nobody is home. the shirt, the same one that i took from my dad’s wardrobe years ago, is still there. 

i hold it tight, i hold it close. it reminds me of my best friend, how he was the first to call me sky. it reminds me of the constellation i made (and still hold dear in my heart) with my four friends. it reminds me of sunshine and my friends now, the ones that helped me live. 

tears join together on the shirt, making a universe. i smile. my dad never realised it was gone. 

i pad out of my room, and place it back in its drawer, amongst the other clothes my father owns. i had made it mine. 

i smile again, then walk back to my room. i take out a pen, i take out my notebook and i start writing.

the shirt lays there, a reminder of all the memories i have collected through the years, all my pain. it has been a constant companion in me realising that who i am is okay, a product of late nights and salty tears. 


i do not need it anymore.