Oh snap. This is some trigger warning shit up in here.
YAAASSSSSSS to Cas being honest about where he was and what he was doing. YASSSSSS TO HONESTY.
Ok ok ok I know I have shipper goggles on. I’ll own that. But this Dean being mad at Cas scene… this is like every fanfic I’ve ever read. And it is giving me life.
OMG. THE FIGHT FOLLOWED UP BY A MIXTAPE SCENE. WHAT IS LIFE.
Dean admitted he was worried about Cas. Legit said that it was not okay for Cas to just go missing because he wAS WORRIED. IT HAS BEEN TEN MINUTES. THE EPISODE COULD JUST END HERE AND I’D BE COOL WITH THAT.
“You, me, and Sam. We’re just better together… so let’s go Team Free Will.” YASSSSSS DEAN. THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED.
Are you frickin’ KIDDING ME!? Cas left??? And stole the colt??? And is going rogue??? After that heartfelt talk???? UUUUGHHHHHHH why writers why??? THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.
I’m mad as hell. Answer your damn phone Cas.
Ok, Cas, you have the girl. You’re having second thoughts about murdering her. WHY haven’t you called Dean or Sam yet??
Welp. Guess I was wrong about the whole honesty and trust thing between the Winchesters and Cas thing.
LOLLLLLL Dean saying, “It’s like herding cats” when referring to Cas is the best.
WHHHYYYYYYY would Dean just give up his keys? Like. Come on man.
Is Cas being… manipulated by an unborn baby? Yeeeeeah no thanks.
Aw I miss Joshua’s other vessel :(
Nooooo not the colt *cries tears of endless sadness*
I love Cas being badass. I love Cas healing Dean.
I do NOT love Cas being weird as hell and just abandoning the Winchesters. NOT A FAN. NOT. A. FAN.
In conclusion: The mixtape scene was everything. EVERYTHING.
The Aztec believed that eclipses could harm unborn babies and end pregnancies. The tzitzimitl – astral deities visible when the sun was in eclipse – were often benign figures. But when the sun was covered the tzitzimitl became monsters. Pregnant women stayed indoors during eclipses to prevent the tzitzimitl harming them or their unborn child.
Tbh he’d always admire your pregnant belly but not in a usual way, he’d usually make jokes that you had been eating too much of his amazing food.
He was staring at your stomach and you were like “What?”
To which he’d reply “nothing”
Just smiling to himself about the fact that his child would be entering the world so soon.
He would have regular night time chats with your unborn baby while you were asleep but one time it woke you up but he didn’t realise and carried on talking to your stomach, you thought it was the cutest thing in the world.
He would just be looking at your stomach thinking about the months ahead looking after your guys’ baby, he couldn’t be more excited and he would gently caress your stomach in the hopes that the baby would kick.
He’d be so fantasised by the size of your stomach, he had no idea that your belly could stretch that far, he’d be in awe of your growing stomach the whole time throughout your pregnancy.
He would admire your belly a lot, he would think of the future and you guys raising this baby together and having more children and a couple dogs, he would be so happy every time he saw you and your belly.
As he realised how big your belly had gotten he got more nervous as he realised that the baby would be here soon, as his nervousness grew so did his excitement, in the end he couldn’t wait for you to have this baby.
Cakes are versatile desserts suitable for nearly every occasion. When it comes to cake trends, the rising popularity of gender reveal cakes, well, takes the cake.
In recent years, some new soon-to-be parents have announced the assigned gender of their unborn baby with “gender reveal parties,” featuring a cake filled with blue or pink filling — signifying the assigned gender of the unborn baby.
But one “gender reveal” style cake riffs on the trend of gender reveal cakes in the best way possible. Feast your eyes on this cake with “It’s a they/them” scrawled in frosting on top. Read more. (3/31/17, 12:44 PM)
“I didn’t relate to Sharon Tate as anything but a department store mannequin. She sounded like an IBM machine. She just kept begging and pleading, begging and pleading, until I got sick of listening to her. I stabbed her. A lot.”
- Manson Family cult member Susan Atkins recalls the night she murdered actress Sharon Tate and her unborn baby in Tate’s living room.
Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!
Pairing: Yoongi + Reader
Word Count: 1.922
Warnings: swearing, numbers (lolol)
A/N: gosh I suck at math so I hope the numbers are right… also please leave feedback if you want more!
49 panic attacks.
12 sleepless nights.
That’s how you counted the time since you had last heard from Yoongi. All that time passed without him answering your calls or messages, leaving you on read and declining every single one of your calls.
He wants me to feel ignored, otherwise he’d just let the phone ring - or not click on my messages.
He wants me to know he’s there but not ready yet.
That’s his game.
You didn’t want to give up on him. He was everything you had, everything you had counted on. He was your best friend, your partner in crime, your lover and your other half. You had hoped for a future with Yoongi. Always supporting him and his moody behavior. Being there for him no matter what because you knew how stressed he was and how burdened he felt. So you didn’t stop leaving messages, as random as they were. You knew he was just being stubborn, you knew he would never leave you just like that.
He loves me.
He’s just having a hard time.
You started coming by their dorms every second day, hoping to get Yoongi out of his box. Being friends with the boys as well, they didn’t really mind. It was weird for you in the beginning because you two had been dating for so long, yet you had never really been at the dorms that often. Dating Yoongi meant spending more time with him at the studio than at the dorms. It was a nice change to be able to spend time with the others as well but you always knew in the back of your mind that the actual reason behind that situation was everything else but nice. And Yoongi knew how to remind you every time you visited - not once had you seen his face or heard his voice. He disappeared as soon as he knew you were coming over and wouldn’t come back until you had already left. You weren’t even the one telling him that you were coming over, hoping that one day he’d be there to talk things out face to face but he always found his ways to be gone before you could even notice. You still saw his things lying around, things he usually had lying around at your dorm. Familiar pieces of his, spread around the dorm, reminding you how his things were here but he would never be.
He’s just not ready. He needs time.
The boys knew what had happened between you two and you felt their pitiful glances they threw your way when they thought you weren’t paying attention. But you saw. They were always there. During dinner. While playing video games. Helping with the chores. Watching a movie. Going over their choreographies. You saw and it broke you more each time. Even they knew how pathetic you were behaving.
And that’s what it was - pathetic. You knew it, Yoongi knew it, the boys knew it, everybody knew it. Still, you couldn’t give up because in the end of the day, it wasn’t only about you and Yoongi but about the baby. Your baby needed a dad, not only a father. And you were just as stubborn as Yoongi, so you wouldn’t give up so easily. Your child was not going to be raised by a single mom, a college student who could barely take care of herself. It was going to live better than that.
He’ll give in. I know he will.
At that moment, a soft pillow hit you in the face and screams erupted through the living room. Before you could realize what was going on, Taehyung had ducked behind you, making Jungkook run around your tiny figure in circles, making Taehyung shove you around like a shield to protect himself, earning screams of confusion from you.
“You coward, move away from (Y/N)!”, Jungkook screamed and laughed before jumping forward, taking you to the ground with him as he landed on Tae, pinning his figure to the ground in a merciless grip.
“Jungkook, let go, you’re gonna break my arm!”, Taehyung laughed while screaming out in pain, making Jin came rushing into the living room to your side. Stretching out his hands for you, you thankfully grabbed them and he helped you up before parting the two boys in one swift move.
“Are you two crazy?! We have a pregnant woman here, you could have hurt her and the baby! Stop running around like that or you’ll be cooking your own meals until this baby decides to break free”, Jin scolded while sitting you down on the couch, handing you a pillow and a blanket. You raised your eyebrows at him in confusion and laughed at his choice of words.
“For support. The baby needs it”, he simply answered and positioned it himself when you didn’t make a single move.
“You can’t do that Jin Hyung! She’s not even fat yet!”, Jungkook exclaimed and earned a smack on the back of his head from his hyung. The maknae winced and rubbed his head in pain, whilst Taehyung laughed at the comical scene in front of him, earning a death glare from Jin.
“Shh, you don’t say that to a girl Jungkook. Don’t you have any manners?”, Jin looked angry but you just laughed and sat up.
“He’s right though, I’m not even fat yet. I’m just two months pregnant, Jin. Stop worrying so much”, you smiled at the older boy but he just shook his head and sat down next to you as the two others left the room to play video games in their bedroom.
“The first three months are the most critical ones (Y/N)! You should know that. Anything could happen”, he looked at you seriously concerned, so you grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumbs over his soft skin. You noticed him shiver and quickly look away but chose to ignore it.
“I know Jinnie. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I don’t know where I’d be without you”, you grinned foolishly but meant it. He had been there for you the second Yoongi decided to break it off and ignore you. In the heat of the moment you had called Jin right after you had calmed down from the first shock and since then he hadn’t left your side. He always made sure that you were doing okay, that you were eating and getting enough sleep, even bringing over food to your dorm himself if you couldn’t come over. He also made you tell him your check up appointments so he’d know if anything was wrong. He cared and you were truly thankful.
“You’d definitely be lost, I can tell you that”, he mumbled but smiled and pulled you into a hug. You were taken aback for a second as you inhaled his scent. He smelled manlier than expected and for a second, goosebumps arose on your skin before you heard a door being slammed shut and someone shuffling lazily into the room. You turned around, breaking free from the embrace and saw him. He was standing still in between doors, eyes glued to Jin’s hands on your waist.
“Yoongi”, you exhaled, eyes wide and watery as your heart started beating faster by every second that passed while he just stared. He looked exhausted, more than usual. Deep bags under his eyes, colored in deep purple and blue, signaling that he mustn’t have gotten lots of sleep in the past couple of weeks. His skin looked paler than ever and dehydrated, having lost all natural glow. His figure was skinnier than ever and you were scared that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up for much longer. At least he seemed to have taking care of his hair and clothes as his outfit and hair were styled enough to walk out of the house.
“I-I’m going to see what the others are doing”, Jin quickly got up, shooting you one last glance before walking out in the opposite direction of Yoongi. The boy’s eyes followed his hyung until he had left the room, basically shooting daggers into his direction before turning his gaze to you.
“Yoongi we-”, you started but he interrupted you harshly.
“Why was he touching you like that?”, his voice was icy like the last words that he had directed at you when he left you a month ago.
You were confused. “What?”
“Why was he touching you like that (Y/N)?”, his stare had something unreadable in it. Hands balled into fists on the sides of his body, his eyes didn’t leave your face.
“Touch like what Yoongi?”, Jin had only hugged you. You didn’t know what was going on.
“His hands were on your fucking waist (Y/N)! Don’t act like I’m fucking blind”, he scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.
He was jealous. Min Yoongi was jealous even though he had broken up with you. Even though he had ignored all your calls and texts, avoided you for a whole month and left you with an unborn baby.
That’s when it clicked.
Calling your state furious would be an understatement.
“So what if his hands were on my waist? He takes very good care of me and the baby, so he’s allowed to touch me”, you spat in an attempt to let Yoongi feel what you had been feeling that whole time. Even though he looked bad, he couldn’t have been through half the stuff you had been through the last weeks.
In the end of the day, he was the one who broke it off right?
Yoongi huffed and went through his hair with one hand. “So what, Jin’s the baby daddy now? As soon as I’m not available, you run to the next best dude?”, he was practically screaming at this point and you heard a door being shut silently. The boys were trying not to listen.
“As soon as you’re not available? Are you fucking insane? You broke up with me because I told you that I am pregnant. I tried to get you back because I knew you are stubborn and just needed time but you treated me like shit, Yoongi. Like literal shit. I come by every other day to get you to talk to me but no, mister fuckhead even knows a way to avoid me at his own home”, you had stood up and your face was red from anger at that point. Tears were streaming down your face uncontrollably. Your chest was burning from the heartache and all the pain he was making you go through again. Flashbacks from the painful words he had thrown at you, came rushing back, a new panic attack arising within you.
Please not now.
“I-I didn’t mean to”, he whispered and lowered his head.
“What?”, you weren’t sure if you had heard him correctly. Trying to calm down your breathing, you closed your eyes and balled your hands into small fists.
“I said, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that”, he lifted his gaze and spoke up, voice breaking as he looked at your state.
“Well surprise, you did it anyway”, you held back a sob, putting a hand over your mouth as soon as those words were out. You didn’t want to cry anymore. You had cried enough in the last couple of weeks.
Prompt: batmom meets Talia and there’s a lot of tension between them because of their history with Bruce and Talia wanting to take Damian back to the League of Assassins
Requested by: @shyinfluencer2017
The station is larger than you imagined, and you’re not quite sure where you’re going. At this point you’re just following instinct. You move through the halls, Dick’s call still fresh in your mind. “Mom, it’s Bruce. You need to come now … it’s bad.” You hadn’t been able to make out anything after that, the tears had muffled his voice too much.
As you turn the final corner it’s to see your boys, and the entire league. You try not to think about how bad it must be, for those looks to be on their faces. You pause for a moment, cherishing the last few minutes that you pretend everything’s okay. Then you rush forward.
The boys see you immediately, and it takes no prompting, they rush to you. Despite having been taller than you for several years now, the oldest three seem so small, and Damian, your poor sweet baby, he seems so scared. They cling to you, and you do your best to comfort all of them assuring each of them that it’s going to be okay.
After they’ve calmed down a bit you move forward and then you stop. There’s no love lost between you and Talia. You’ve seen the woman maybe twice in the four years since Damian has come to live with you. She’s no mother in your eyes, and she certainly doesn’t have a claim to your son.
You decide to focus more on the doctor. He confirms what Dick said on the phone. It’s not looking good, and it will all depend on the surgery. There’s a less than ten percent chance that Bruce will be able to be the man he was before this. That reassures you in some weird way, Bruce has always been able to beat the odds.
Finally, you take a seat. Your back is hurting, and your ankles are swollen, and technically, you’re supposed to be in bed at the moment. But, extreme times call for extreme measures. One hand goes to rest on your protruding belly, as the boys sit down beside you.
Dick is the first one to break the silence, “So how’d your doctor appointment go? Bruce was so bummed to miss it.”
You smile at that Bruce had been to every pregnancy check before this one. He had been so upset to miss this one. You hadn’t planned this. As far as you were concerned you had your hands full with all the boys. But one glass of wine too many had led to a forgetful night.
Some part of you had expected the boys to be disappointed. But they had met the idea of a new sibling with enthusiasm. In fact, one of the boys would typically go with you and Bruce to the appointment.
“Did the doc finally tell you what you’re having?” Jason asks with a grin “It’s another boy, isn’t? Something tells me Bruce is only for making boys. Look at the squirt.”
Damian scowls at the nickname, but he doesn’t argue with Jason’s statement. If you had expected anyone to be upset about the pregnancy it had been Damian. The boy had clung to his blood tie with Bruce for so long, you had worried about him feeling threatened. Instead, he had taken to the role of big brother rather seriously.
It had started out with him and Tim inspecting everything you ate. Then he had researched everything needed for a helping a healthy baby grow. Classical music had been playing non stop around the manor. Then one day, you had walked into what had been designated as the baby’s room, just to consider paint colors, to find that it had already been painted a soft yellow.
And there was Damian, working on mural. It was this pretty field of flowers, a nature scene. For a while you had just watched him paint before all of a sudden he had simply said, “It’s going to be a girl. And she should have a happy, and pretty place to grow up. Somewhere she can always feel safe.”
You had gone to him, and pulled him in close, not worrying about the paint staining his clothes and said, “Every child should have that Damian. I can only hope Bruce and I provided that for you and your brothers.”
Damian had simply hugged you back and said, “I’ve never felt safer than when I was surrounded by this band of misfits.”
You just laughed, because of course he couldn’t call it what it is, “A family.”
Coming out of the memory you find everyone silent, and you take a moment to examine them. They’re still dressed in their uniforms and they’re covered in dirt.
Quietly you suggest they go shower and change, when they protest, you tease and say that their stench is making you feel ill. That gets them going. A few of the League members inquire after you and the baby. Eventually they too leave, and then it’s just you and her.
Neither of you says anything until you can’t take it anymore and you finally ask, “What are you doing here Talia?”
She turns to face you, radiant as ever, her eyes as cold as ever. “My son and his father needed my assistance?”
“Is that a question or an answer Talia, because I’m not buying it. The boys are too distraught to see it, and the League doesn’t know you well enough to see it, but I do. I know everything about you Talia. I’ve read every part of the file Bruce has on you, and I won’t let you do it.”
She raises an eyebrow at that, “You’d let him die? You must really want his money.” She glances at your stomach, “After all your child is legitimate, and he didn’t even have you sign a prenup.”
You roll your eyes at that, “I care about what Bruce wants, and he told me that under no circumstances was he ever to go into the Pit. If there’s one thing in this world that scares him, it’s what that goop would do to his mind.”
She studies you for a minute, “Then I suppose I’ll take Damian with me when I leave then.”
“You have no right. Bruce and I have full custody. And Damian is just as much my child as any of his brothers.”
She smiles at that, “Is he as much your child as the one in your womb? Blood is thicker than water after all.”
You can’t help but scowl, “I hate that saying, because while I may not have given birth to those boys, while I may not share their blood, I’ve raised them. I’ve attended every parent teacher conference, shown up for every play, taken care of them when they were sick, worried every time they go out on patrol, held them after a girl broke their hearts, watched them grow, watched as they became brothers, and so much more that you will never understand.” At this point you’re right in her face, because you want your meaning to me clear, “Those boys, are my children, and blood has nothing to do with it. You just try and take Damian, and you’ll be the one to need that damn goop,”
She looks down at you amused, “Big words for such a little church mouse. What’s the little pregnant housewife going to do?”
You just smile, “I wasn’t always a housewife Talia. You would know that if you were actually able to find anything on me before Bruce.”
She actually looks a little frightened now, and you know it’s your eyes, they’ve slipped into that same hardness that had made people braver than her panic. You make one last statement, “Leave now Talia, and don’t you ever threaten my children again.”
She leaves, she never turns her back on you but she leaves. You take your seat again, and wait for him to come out of the shadows. You meet Clark’s eyes, and you can finally feel the tears start to build as he wraps an arm around you, you let them out. He just holds you while you cry, because he knows. He and Bruce are the only ones that know about your past, and he knows that it’s Bruce that keeps you grounded, that Bruce is the one that keeps you from slipping. And he knows that if Bruce Wayne dies, as soon as you’re able to, you’ll hunt down the bastard who caused it. And he knows that he’ll have to be the one to stop you.
For that reason Clark Kent prays that Bruce Wayne pulls through, for the boys, for you, and for your unborn baby girl.
In August 1966, a student and former Marine ascended to the top of the tower that housed the University of Texas’ main library and began shooting at people below. He killed 14 people on the campus and wounded 31 more. Hours earlier, Whitman had killed his wife and mother in their homes. He was eventually shot to death by police. A 15th victim died in 2001, from injuries sustained in the attack.
Now the new documentary Tower recreates that 96-minute-long massacre in an original way, using archival film and new interviews with an animated portrayal of the events. Keith Maitland, who directed the film, interviewed hundreds of people who were on campus that day to learn more about the incident.
“One of the things they always want to make clear is how unprecedented this was … ” Maitland tells Fresh Air’s Dave Davies. “We live in a world today where you hear a loud sound that sounds like a gunshot in a public space and it doesn’t take long to kind of assume that there’s something happening that you don’t want to be a part of … to run and hide. But in 1966, on this hot Monday morning here in Austin, people were surprised, they were confused, and so it made the sniper’s job a lot easier to catch people unaware.”
Claire Wilson James, a pregnant, 18-year-old incoming freshman, was the first person the gunman shot from the tower. In a separate interview, she tells Davies she believes the shooter was aiming at the baby.
She survived the incident, but lost both her unborn baby and her boyfriend, Tom Eckman, who died instantly after being shot. In the years that followed, she avoiding speaking about the massacre. At the University of Texas, classes were canceled for just one day to allow for clean-up, and then business resumed as usual. There was no mention of the shooting at that year’s graduation, or in the school yearbook.
“It really was pushed aside. … People were encouraged to move forward and not linger in the terrible tragedy of that day,” Maitland says. “Looking back, I think that was a mistake, and I think that cost people, people who were there that day, people who were traumatized by the event, it cost them an opportunity to deal with that trauma.”
ptolemy wrote that the sun radiates most emphasis ages 20-40. during the 4th month of pregnancy, the unborn baby is ruled by the sun because this coincides with heart development. the sun is the right hand. so people with unusual aspects made to sun-uranus or sun-mercury can be left handed