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In Aztec mythology, Coatlicue (”she with serpent skirts”) is the mother of the 400 stars in the sky, and one daughter, Coyolxauhqui (”she with bells on her cheeks”). When Coatlicue becomes pregnant illegitimately (by touching a tuft of hummingbird feathers - this sort of stuff happens a lot in Mesoamercan mythos), her children become both embarrassed and enraged. But none more so than her daughter, Coyolxauhqui. Together with her 400 brothers, she launches an attack on her mother, but it is foiled when her mother’s unborn son Huitzilopochtli (”the hummingbird on the left”) springs forth from her womb, armed for battle.

Huitzilopochtli dismembers Coyolxauhqui, and flings her head into the sky where it becomes the moon, so that her mother might look upon her always.

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This war has brought us pain and suffering… and loss. But it’s also brought us together–as soldiers, allies… friends. This bond that ties us together is something the Reapers will never understand. It’s more powerful than any weapon, stronger than any ship. It can’t be taken or destroyed. The next few hours will decide the fate of everyone in the galaxy. Every mother. Every son. Every unborn child. They’re trusting you… depending on you to win them their future. A future free from the threat of the Reapers. But take heart. Look around you. You’re not in this fight alone. We face our enemy together, and together we will defeat them.

Arguably, one of the most sensational and infamous modern day murder cases was that of Laci Peterson and her unborn son. Both of whom were killed by Laci’s husband, Scott Peterson. What a lot of people don’t know is that just several months earlier, an eerily similar murder case had taken place in the same area.

On 1 May, 2002, 24-year-old Evelyn Hernandez, who was 9-months pregnant, disappeared with her 5-year-old son, Alex. Shortly afterwards, Evelyn’s wallet was discovered in a parking lot near the workplace of Herman Aguilera, the father of the child that Evelyn was weeks from giving birth to. There appeared to be no more clues and no sign of Evelyn and Alex. That was until 24 July, when a decomposed torso and legs washed up near the Bay Bridge. DNA testing was ordered on the ghastly discovered and confirmed that the dismembered remains belonged to Evelyn. The remainder of her body, her unborn baby, and Alex were nowhere to be found. Investigators immediately zoned in on Herman.

It was revealed that Evelyn had been dating Herman for a number of years until she discovered that he was already married. Regardless of this, they continued to see one another due to the fact that Evelyn was expecting his baby - something he allegedly wasn’t too pleased about. Herman initially cooperated with investigators but eventually stopped and hired a lawyer. His wife provided an alibi for him for the day of the disappearance and the case still remains unsolved.

anonymous asked:

what's one thing you'd say to Zeus

I would ask him abt the time he cheated on Hera with the mortal Semele and Hera got pissed and made Zeus accidentally kill the pregnant Semele then Zeus sewed his unborn son Dionysus into his thigh and then gave birth to Dionysus a few months later.. anyway I would ask Zeus which crib he bought Dionysus from Ikea and was he disappointed that Dionysus wanted to be partying frat bro instead of attending Harvard and becoming a yuppie accountant like Zeus wished him to ? also did motherhood have any profound effect on Zeus and did he have any odd cravings while pregnant ?

To my unborn black son...

I want you to grow up strong

I want you to realize that every day you wake up is a blessing

I want you to live without fear, even though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I want you to stand tall in the face of adversity

I want you to know that your mother and father are rooting for you

I want you to realize that there have been men and women that have died for your skin, and you may be next

I want you to know that you’ll always be wrong in their eyes

I want you to be safe

In the midst of the tear gas and sorrow, burning hearts and broken glass

I want you to speak

I want them to hear the cry of a black boy in the city that knows his worth

I want you to be great

I want to see you get married and have children of your own

Death is patient

I want you to never forget that

I want you to love and love hard

Because there’s no better time than now 

Once you walk out that door I don’t know if you’ll come back with peace or in pieces 

I want you to be just like your father

Nurturing and kind, yet strong and wise

Teach the children of your own, the same

I want you to love yourself, friends and family too

I want you to know that your life is meant to bloom

Flourishing every where you go, in this world filled with gloom

I want you to pray 

When you wake up and when you to go to bed 

Count your blessings, one by one

But never take for granted, that they’ll take your life instead. 

-TheHypeIsDead 🌻🌻🌻

Ever After

Originally posted by samgirlsclub

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 3,363

FINAL part of Chocolate Cupcakes


Sam woke to the feeling of thumps against his back, at first he thought it was one of the kids but when your arm shifted over his hip he smiled. He carefully rolled onto his back to see that you were on your side-it was truthfully the only way you slept comfortably anymore. He laid the palm of his hand on your stomach and chuckled softly when his hand twitched. “Ollie, you need to let Mommy sleep longer,” he whispered. He slowly rubbed circles around your belly, hoping it would calm his unborn son. Normally he did this at night when he was reading bedtime stories to him, after a few minutes of no more kicking, Sam got up carefully grabbed his T-shirt and walked into the bathroom.


A few minutes later he emerged, he glanced towards your sleeping figure and left the room quietly. Your baby shower was later on that day and Sam wanted to make sure that you were well rested for it.

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Happy 3rd Birthday Mass Effect 3!! (release date: March 6, 2012)

“This war’s brought us pain, and suffering, and loss. But it’s also brought us together, as soldiers, allies… friends. This bond that ties us together is something that the Reapers will never understand. It’s more powerful than any weapon, stronger than any ship. It can’t be taken or destroyed.The next few hours will decide the fate of everyone in the galaxy. Every mother. Every son. Every unborn child. They’re trusting you. Depending on you to win them their future. A future free from the threat of the Reapers. But take heart! Look around you! You’re not in this fight alone. We face our enemy together, and together, we will defeat them! ”

Father Figure

 The swordmaster flinched once he felt something draped on his back. Quickly he whipped his head to the side, only to see a cheeky, radiant smile.

 “Tough day, Inigo?” Casually plopping a seat by his side, Henry lightly shook his shoulders and stretched his legs forward. “Good job today on slaughtering all those bandits today, Son!” Slim hands casually drumming his lap, the sorcerer winked at the future version of his unborn son.

 Inigo didn’t reply instantly; he blinked in stupor at his father. “W-Well…” Arms still tucked around his knees, he sat up straight and flashed a cheeky smile – one that was so similar to Henry’s it would be blasphemous if people couldn’t tell that they were related.

 However, before he could even laugh along or probably gloat a little about how easy the battle was, Inigo instead froze to feel one hand pressing the left side of his head. “Dad, what’re you-?”

 Words were left as silent gasps when he felt Henry gently pulling his head to the sorcerer’s left shoulder.

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That time when Princess Leia used the Force on her unborn son
Did Leia ever try to become a Jedi after 'Return of the Jedi?' We have the beginnings of an answer in 'Aftermath: Life Debt.'
By Chris Taylor

This was brought to my attention by @mrsariayoureakiller and here, we see Leia feeling the presence of her unborn child.

The room is white and mostly empty. The walls are padded. The windows are many, and the sunlight streaming in is bold and bright.

The only things in this room are Leia and a potted plant.

The plant is a sapling of the sanctuary trees of Endor, though some call it a serpent’s puzzle, named so after the way the dark branches weave together in a kind of organic knotwork.

She grew it from a seed—a small knobby acorn given to her by the little Ewok known as Wicket. She grew the plant in a pot of Chandrilan soil, and to her shock and delight, it took.

It has become a focus of her meditations, as suggested by Luke. She decided, after storming out of the meeting room, that it was best to come here. Best for her to focus on something that wasn’t the state of the galaxy, or the nascent New Republic, or that nagging feeling in the deep of her middle that Mon Mothma has betrayed her in some small but significant way.

She sits with it in the middle of the room, hands gently resting on her pregnant belly.

She clears her mind.

And then she tries to feel the tree.

She does this at least once a day.

Leia has never felt the tree.

Not for lack of trying! She sits here. She empties herself of breath, and then she tries to free herself of thought. Just like Luke taught her to. That part works fine most of the time. But he said it was possible to feel the lifeforce of things with the Force.

She swore to him that she just doesn’t have it. It being that mystical, intangible power that her brother possesses and (this thought comes with a set of chills grappling up her spine) that her father—her birth father—possessed, too.

Luke continues to swear that, with time, she will come to feel the Force just as he does. He explained that it was how she felt his pain back during Cloud City—him hanging there, wearied and beaten and about to fall into the roiling clouds below. He said he’d teach her.

And he did teach her. Some things, at least.

Then? He left.

Just like Han left.

Luke …

She finds her mind wandering to him now. Her thoughts reach for her wayward brother like a living thing, like branches seeking the sun. I need you here. I need your help. Luke sometimes had a farm boy’s naïveté, yes, but right now she feels she could use a little of that.

Her mind is a tangle of thoughts. The complexities of politics, the love of (and anger over) Han, the loss of Luke, and above all else the ever-persistent worry about the life she carries —

Her skin tingles. Her mind feels suddenly unmoored from the rest of her. Leia feels dizzy enough to fall over.

Oh.

Oh, my!

There! There it is. Washing over her and through her — an awareness unlike any she’s ever felt before. A pulsing glow, flickering and strong.

It’s not the plant. It’s not Luke. It’s not even Han.

It’s her child.

This isn’t just a mother’s recognition of the life inside—that, she already knows. She’s already well aware of the bump and tumble of that little person she carries. (And she already knows about the heartburn, and the pre-breakfast nausea, and the post-breakfast nausea, and the post-post-breakfast hunger …)

This goes beyond all that. This is something separate from her. It isn’t a physical feeling. It is all around her. It suffuses her like the perfume from a jungle of flowers. As such, she is suddenly aware of her child’s mind and spirit: She senses pluck and wit and steel blood and a keen mind and by the blood of Alderaan is this one going to be a fighter!

Wait.

He?

It’s a boy.

It’s a boy.

Her hands fly in front of her mouth as she both laughs and cries at the same time. This, she thinks, is the light side that Luke always goes on about—the promise of light, the promise of a new life …

And then, the black edging of the dark side encircles her bliss like a noose. Because what rides swift on the heels of hope but fear — a fear that stretches out far and wide like a growing shadow. Fear of having a child in an unstable galaxy. Fear of whether or not Han is alive — or Luke, too. Will the child grow up with a father? An uncle? A mentor? What is her legacy and what will her boy’s legacy be?

Her breath catches in her chest. She has to force herself to breathe.

Clear your mind. Clear it all. Focus, Leia. Focus.

Are those her thoughts?

Or are they Luke’s?

Whoa. Okay, I’m just a tiny bit scared, mostly coz we might see Snoke in the fringes of baby Ben’s life….

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VGM » Favorite Female Character [3/?] COMMANDER SHEPARD
“This war’s brought us pain, and suffering, and loss. But it’s also brought us together, as soldiers, allies… friends. This bond that ties us together is something that the Reapers will never understand. It’s more powerful than any weapon, stronger than any ship. It can’t be taken or destroyed. The next few hours will decide the fate of everyone in the galaxy. Every mother. Every son. Every unborn child. They’re trusting you.Depending on you to win them their future. A future free from the threat of the Reapers! But take heart! Look around you! You’re not in this fight alone. We face our enemy together, and together, we will defeat them!”

Ok but think about this:
In “A Winter’s Ball,” Burr says if Alexander married a Schuyler Sister, he’d be rich, which is, of course, what he wants. So when he met Angelica, he was ready to dig the gold out of her, but then she introduced him to Eliza, and Alexander is like “wow, she’s a Schuyler sister but she’s beautiful, sweet, kind, trusting…I don’t want her money, I just want her.” So he vows to her that he’ll support them. They don’t need her father’s money. Of course, in “That Would Be Enough,” he mentions that he’s poor and he won’t be able to provide for her or their unborn son, and Eliza says its okay. Their love is a real one, and yes, Alexander did betray her, but they loved each other so much that they spent the rest of his life together. After he died, she never remarried. She spent the rest of her life staying strong, and speaking out in his place. I love these two so much.

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IMAGINE You are the Queen of Asgard, the wife of Thor and the mother of your unborn son Odin, named so after his father. Loki hates that he will never be able to become the ruler so in retaliation he kidnaps you and your unborn son, transporting you to another galaxy so that Thor can’t find you, telling him that he has to give up the throne in order to save you both. What Loki never knew is your ability to transport through time and space, which makes Thor very smug to see you again when confronted by Loki. 

 Loki: Give up the throne or you’ll never see her again. 

 Thor: I’ll never let Asgard fall under your rule Brother. 

Y/N: Neither will I, or out unborn son. 

 Loki: Y/N? I took you away, how are you here? 

 Y/N: Maybe you should learn more about your sister in law before you kidnap her.

Empty. That’s how she felt. She’d traveled back to camp in a daze after her brother’s death and all she could think about was getting as far away from her family as possible. She was dry of tears and she’d managed to dull the pain of her loss by replacing it with cold determination to get here. She had to be here… had to stay safe for the baby’s sake. Still, where the daughter of Psyche would usually have felt excitement at being back at camp, all she felt was empty. 

Leia walked down the hill on her own before she felt a particularly hard kick to her insides, courtesy of her unborn son. She turned around and gasped, leaning down a little when she heard someone run over and ask if she was alright. The girl turned back around and saw the look of surprise on the other’s face when they noticed her bulging stomach. She tried to soothe herself and the baby by rubbing a circle around her throbbing belly. “Y-yeah…. I’m fine.”

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If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with

“Time in a Bottle” (by Jim Croce)

One of the saddest yet beautiful songs by the late Jim Croce. After hearing his wife was pregnant, he wrote it for his unborn son. What makes it sad is that his son was born in 1971 and Jim died in a plane crash in 1973. The lyrics are about mortality, an utmost desire to be with someone for as long as possible.