waddles the duck

Favorite vkook moments part 2

  • when kookie got tae a drink during isac. also when they were waddling like ducks cuz kookie didnt let tae go as they were walking lol
  • kookie telling tae ‘have confidence in your voice hyung’
  • when tae was sleeping peacefully and kookie went to disturb him by slithering his way into taes chest lol. kookie looked so pleased with himself.
  • kookie playing with taes hair during isac
  • kookie taking pics of tae and caling him handsome
  • kookie ‘i dont accept kisses from men’; also kookie *lets tae kiss him at random places from ear, arm to bicep* *insert why you always lying gif*
  • kookie giving tae piggyback rides on stage
  • kookie sitting on taes lap
  • taekook slow dancing onstage with taes hand on kookies butt rip
  • kookie protecting tae from paps and the crowd that one time tae was sick
  • kookie crying when tae was talking about his grandma
  • kookie backhugging tae as they danced
  • kookie blowing the back of taes neck during some show where they were being dorks
  • kookie playfully throwing tae away
  • when kookie said he’d like to have tae as his roommate
  • when kookie wanted taes attention during that show and nudged him but yoongi wouldnt let go of tae so kookie moved away sulking aww.
  • kookie playfully offering to ‘teach’ tae that one game by inviting him to his room when tae didnt get it.
  • kookie accepting his fate as taes ‘doll’ cuz tae finds him cute
  • kookie saying ‘as long as im with hyung (tae) im happy wherever we go’

anonymous asked:

Wait I don't get it so nazis aren't allowed free speech so they won't allow others free speech? Also, I kind of believe that everyone should have a voice so we know who we are fighting. How can we stop the nazis if we don't understand them? Furthermore, how can we tell who IS a nazi when we don't listen to what they have to say? I feel like that could potentially do more harm then good

nazis spread their hate through speech and propaganda. if we allow them to march on the street, if we allow them protection by the police, if we allow them to spread their rhetoric, if we allow them to use their symbols, we are allowing them to grow, to recruit and we are contributing to their feeling of confidence and safety. once a nazi feels safe and confident the violence starts and they will try to achieve their ultimate goal: to silence and eradicate anyone who doesn’t agree with them by any means necessary.

also on deciding who is a nazi, seriously? did you see the pictures? if it quacks like a duck, waddles like a duck, it must be a lion huh? 😒

Bedtime story for sleepy regressors

Different Doesnt Mean Bad:

Once upon a time a duck named Duckerman was waddling to his pond. Another duck bumped into him and quacked softly. “Sorry, sir!” He quickly apologized.

Duckerman shook his head. “No worries!” He quacked, “Im going to the pond.”

“I am as well. Im Dacklyn.” Duckerman shook his wing. “Im Duckerman. Go together?” Dacklyn quacked happily and nodded.

Duckerman and Dacklyn waddled together over to the pond. The boys saw many other ducks and swans and geese having baths in the pond.

Dacklyn shaked his rear excitedly. “So many friends!” He waddled quickly to the pond, Duckerman laughing and following.

Duckerman noticed a small swan crying in the distance. “Are you okay?” He asked the swan. The swan sniffled and shook their head. “No sir, the other swans dont like me.”

The swan started crying once again. “Oh, dont cry! Of course they like you. Why do you think that?” Duckerman put his wing around them. “They- They say im ugly and weird!” The swan cried harder. “Whys that?” Duckerman was concerned.

“They ask me if im a boy or a girl…but im neither! They say thats weird..” The swan frowned. “Whats your name? Im Duckerman.” Duckerman smiled. “Star.” The small swan sniffed. “Thats a nice name. Why dont we go to the other swans together? I can help.”

Star nodded and followed Duckerman. “Excuse me.” Duckerman cleared his throat and straightened his feathers to the group of swans in the pond.

Duckerman sat down and so did Star. “Come and sit.” All the small swans sat around the two birds, curious to hear what they had to say.

Duckerman thought for a moment before speaking. “Star, here, is a little different than what youre probably used to, right? Youre used to boy and girl swans.” All the small swans nodded.

He continued slowly. “Sometimes, birds arent boys or girls. Or maybe theyre both! Boy, girl, neither, both, a little bit boy and a little girl, etc etc. The only thing thats different about Star here, is that they use they/them pronouns.”

“Theyre the same as you. Theyre a small swan who just wants friends. Star feels very very upset because you make fun of them and thags not nice. What if someone picked on you for being a boy?” The small swans frowned and looked at their wings.

One of the swans spoke up. “Star, im sorry. I just dont understand. Its different and i didnt know what it..really was. I can try to understand, though! Im sammi and im a boy!” Sammi smiled. Another swan smiled and flapped their wings. “Im sara and Im a girl! But youre just Star and i think thats cool.”

Star smiled wide and proud. Duckerman stood up and let the swans play ad he waddled off to find Dacklyn. “I heard what you did over there. You know…I used to be a girl.” He smiled. Duckerman never felt happier in his life.

Imagine refusing to be left behind on a hunt when you are 39 weeks pregnant and going into labor in the Impala.

Request by @msimpala67 - Thank you for this request. It was so much fun to write. I’m adding it to my Life Unexpected Series because it fits perfectly. Thank you for helping with my writer’s block! You’re awesome!


“Y/N!” Dean pleaded with you. “You have no business being on a hunt,” he paused searching for the best way to put it. “In the condition you’re in right now,” he finished with a sigh.

“The condition I’m in right now?” You challenged from your place on the couch. 

Dean rolled his eyes at you clearly exasperated. 

You had a bowl of ice cream sitting on your swollen stomach. Just moments ago, before this fight broke out, you Dean, and Sam had been watching the baby kick the bowl. You had all been laughing. Then Sam mentioned that he found a job.

Sam sat in silence as you glared at Dean. You looked to Sam. “Did he really just say that to me Sam?” You asked him not really looking for an answer. He put his hands up in surrender, refusing to answer your question which only fueled your fire. You attempted to stand, your belly sticking so far out in front of you that it was difficult, to say the least. You finally managed to get in an upright position with a huff.

“Sweetheart,” Dean said tentatively. You glared at him but didn’t interrupt. “You can hardly get up or get around. You don’t move very quickly these days,” he said with a chuckle as he looked at you with your hands on your hips.

You furrowed your eyebrows and started moving quickly toward Sam and Dean. You waddled like a duck that had something stuck up its rear. You glanced at Sam who had an amused look on his face from his seat at the table. Immediately, he wiped the smirk off his face a spoke. “See Dean, she can manage just fine,” he said trying to contain his laughter. As you waddled past him, you hit him on the back of the head just enough to make a statement. This brought forth his laughter in earnest. You looked to Dean who was smiling at you.

“Look, guys,” you said. “If you don’t just take me with you, I’ll jump in one of the other cars and follow your asses.” You said with finality.

Dean sighed heavily and put his head in his hand. He realized there was no reasoning with you. This was a battle he would have to concede.

You continued, “and we’re leaving this afternoon so you don’t have an opportunity to leave me behind.” You padded down the hall to yours and Dean’s room to pack some things. Sam was still laughing as you left. You blew a strand of hair out of your face, irritated.

Two hours later, you and the boys were a good hour away from the bunker, driving down an old highway with the windows down. Dean had the music blaring because he said, “The baby loves classic rock so it’s staying.”

You laid stretched out on the back seat, tapping your toes along with the music. You laughed as Heat of the Moment came on. You made eye contact with Dean in the rear view mirror, and he winked at you. You smiled sweetly back at him, your fight forgotten, and gently patted your stomach. Nine months ago when You and Dean had ended up in bed together, you’d have never thought it would evolve into what it had, or that it would include a baby. You smiled as you closed your eyes.

A sharp pain shot through your abdomen the moment you closed your eyes. You dismissed it, but the pain stayed fairly constant for about the next 2 minutes then eased away. You breathed a sigh of relief and closed your eyes again.

“You okay princess?” Dean said from the front a look of concern on his face. You managed a smiled and nodded keeping your eyes closed, and it happened again. The pain shot through you, and this time it was more intense. You couldn’t hide your discomfort. “What is it sweetheart?” Dean asked unable to keep the panic out of his voice.

Sam had turned around to check on you and at that moment your water broke.

“Oh shit,” you muttered.

Sam’s eyes went wide as he spoke. “Dean her water just broke.”

“Her what just what?” He said not wanting to understand what was happening that very moment in his back seat. In baby.

“Dean,” you screamed as the contractions continued to intensify. “You need to find a hospital now!” you demanded.

“I’m on it,” Sam said as he looked down at his phone. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. “The nearest hospital or anything like that is over an hour away.”

“An hour?” Dean said is disbelief. Sam just looked at him and nodded gravely.

“Guys!! I don’t have an hour, I really think you should pull over!” you were desperately trying to pull off your underwear as the pressure was increasing. Dean did what you said and pulled over. Both boys jumped out of the car. Dean ran around to Sam’s side and opened the door. Your legs were spread and Dean got a good look at the situation. His face went white.

“Oh my God, Dean what is it?” you asked in a panic.

He looked at Sam while pointing at you. “Sam is that a head?” His voice raising and getting higher with each word.

Sam’s eyes went wide and he pushed Dean to the side and climbed into the car. “Yeah Dean that’s the head,” Sam said to Dean surprisingly calmly and then looked in your eyes. “Y/N, just breath for me okay? and lay back.” You tried to lay back but the pain was excruciating. “Dean,” Sam yelled trying to snap Dean out of his haze. It didn’t work.

“Dean Winchester!” You screamed as the next contraction hit you. That brought him to, and he ran to the other side of the car and flung the door open.

“Sam what can I do?” He asked in a panic, desperate to make something better.

“Climb in and give her something to lean on and something to focus on,” Sam said from your feet. “Y/N the next contraction your going to give me a push,” Sam added.

In that time Dean had settled himself behind you and pulled you between his legs. Your head collapsed on his chest as he pushed your hair out of your sweaty face. Your breathing was labored, and you were starting to cry.

“Shhh baby, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you. Sam knows what he is doing,” Dean said glancing up at Sam. “Right, Sammy?”

Sam just looked at him wide eyed. That didn’t comfort you in the least. “Yeah, sure,” Sam managed.

“Oh God Dean, am I seriously going to deliver our baby IN BABY?!” you screamed as another contraction hit.

Dean rubbed your shoulders and whispered in your ear, “Take deep breaths Y/N. It will be fine.”

“Y/N, you’ve got to push,” Sam said as Dean took your hands for leverage. You pushed with all your might and the pressure was so intense that you let out a blood curdling scream. Both Dean and Sam were yelling over you, cheering you on. The contraction subsided, and you breathed heavy.

“One more may do it, Y/N. So next time make it count,” Sam said with a smile. You managed a stifled cry and nod as Dean squeezed your hands tightly for support.

“It’s coming,” you screamed as the pain hit you again.

“Push!” Dean and Sam yelled in unison and you did. The next thing you heard was a high pitched scream, and you started crying. You looked at Sam and he was holding a baby. Your baby. He was crying which only made you cry harder. You felt Dean’s tears falling on your neck as well.

“It’s a girl,” Sam said with a laugh as he looked down at her. Immediately Dean tore off his flannel and handed it to Sam. He wrapped the baby tightly in the shirt and then handed her to you.

From behind you Dean looked over your shoulder and said, “Hey baby girl,” he said to your daughter. He kissed you on the cheek and said, “You were a beast, baby.”

You smiled at him and managed a laugh. “What should we name her?” you asked as you stared into her dark green eyes. She had her daddy’s eyes which warmed your heart.

“I’ve been thinking Emmary,” Dean said as he gently stroked the babies cheek.

“Emmary?” You questioned liking the sound of it.

“Yeah, your mom, Emily and mine, Mary,” he said his lips close to your ear as he kissed your neck.

You leaned against him and smiled. “That’s perfect, Dean. Emmary Jane Winchester.” You said throwing in Jane because you had always loved that name.

Dean kissed you tenderly and then looked at the baby. “Hello, Emmary Jane,” he cooed. “You entered this world in quite possibly the coolest delivery room available,” he laughed and kissed her forehead.

You laughed tossing your head back on to Dean’s chest behind you. He chuckled with you.

Sam appeared again neither of you had realized he disappeared. He was hanging up his phone. “Thanks,” he said into his phone and hit the end call button. “Ambulance is on its way. Should be here in 20 minutes or so,” he said as he smiled at the three of you. He climbed into the seat with you and looked at the baby. “Baby girl,” he said and you interrupted.

“Emmary,” you said with a smile.

“Emmary,” Sam said understanding the name. “You were just born in the coolest delivery room ever. I’m shocked your daddy isn’t flipping out right now,” he said as he looked up at Dean.

Both you and Dean and burst into laughter. The Winchesters were so unlike sometimes you couldn’t believe it. You sighed and smiled as a tear ran down your cheek. You looked from Emmary to Sam and then finally back at Dean. You pecked him on the lips and said, “I love you Dean Winchster.”

“I love you, beautiful,” he said with a kiss, the hunt and the fight you had hours ago a distant memory.


Next: Pt. 5 - Baby Girl

the promptis disney date nobody wanted

bleh okay so i told myself no more @promptisfanweek prompts till i update my fics, buuuut… well. you know how many times i’ve threatened to write a promptis disney date? IT HAPPENED. nobody will appreciate this, nobody, but i’m gonna post it anyway. written for day 3: promptis date~ 

Noctis hates a lot of things.

He hates crowds, and really, he kinda hates people in general. He hates lines, and waiting around for things, and he really hates being awake early.

But more than Noctis hates all those things, he loves Prompto, and so he’s here, hand-in-hand with his boyfriend, walking down Main Street. Prompto is grinning ear-to-ear, their twined fingers swinging back and forth between them. The smile is worth it, Noctis tells himself, even though he’s quite sure he looks rather grumpy. Prompto has gone all out, as he always does, and it appears that Disneyland is the one place where that is entirely acceptable.

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Three Angels and a Little Girl

Summary: Castiel, Gabriel, and Lucifer are all living in a small house, in an even smaller town. Cas goes out on his daily walk and a little stops him to tell him how pretty his wings are.
Pairings: Castiel x little girl!reader, Gabriel x little girl!reader, Lucifer x little girl!reader (None of these pairings are romantic)
Characters: Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, reader
Warnings: slight mention of child abandonment,
A/N: this is going to be a series! I’m really loving where the fic is going so far. Before I start writing the next one I’d like this fic to have 10 notes. Thanks! Enjoy!

Castiel was walked down the street he and his brothers, Gabriel, and Lucifer, were living at the moment. Lately he had taken to walking daily. He found it interesting to see all the people go about their day. He had walked for almost an hour when he reached his favorite watching place. A small forgotten bench on the edge of a park, that looked out at the street. After a while, a small tug on his trench coat pulled his attention downward to a small girl around the age of 6. She shyly smiled up at him through her Y/H/C locks, “I just wanted to tell you that you wings are really pretty mister.” She told him and he smiled down at her. He was confused as to why the little girl could see his wings though. His wings were usually invisible to the human eye. “Thank you. My name is Castiel, what is your name?” The little girl sat down next to him on the bench and looked him straight in the eyes, “My name is Y/N,” she held up a raggedy, threadbare stuffed elephant, “and this is my best friend Chuck!” She giggled and waved the elephant’s hand at Castiel.

“Where are your parents Y/N?” Her smile faltered and she met his eyes again, “I don’t know where my mama and daddy are, but I’m sure they’ll be back any day!” Castiel grew concerned for the small child, “How long has it been since you’ve seen your parents?” He asked. Y/N thought for a moment, “Its been, hmmm. I don’t know Cast..ell?” He smiled when she had a bit of trouble pronouncing his name, “You can call me Cas if you want. Do you have a place to live?” Y/N shook her head, “I don’t have a house. I’ve been sleeping under trees.” He tilted his head for a moment considering a few options. After a few moments of silence Y/N spoke up, “I get lonely sometimes, and cold but I just keep moving forward. Even when I’m scared.” That settled it. He was bringing Y/N home with him! Castiel didn’t care what Gabe and Lucifer said, Y/N was staying.

“Do you want to go on a walk with me Y/N?” He offered and Y/N jumped off the bench with a huge smile on her face, “Really?” She exclaimed “I would really, really, a bajillion times really like that! I like you mister Cas!” He smiled and stood up. He held her hand as they walked around the park. He listened to Y/N babble on about whatever she saw and laughed along with her when they saw duck waddle into a tree across the pond. They passed an ice cream cart and he bought them both cones. Cas ate his quickly and stifled his laughter when he saw that Y/N had ice cream all across her face and hands. He helped her clean up and they walked a bit more when Cas decided to ask her the question, “Y/N? It’s getting dark and I need to get back to my brothers before they make a big mess. Would you like to come and stay at my house for a little while?” He asked with a smile on his face. Her eyes lit up and she nodded animatedly at the angel.

The two walked hand in hand back to Castiel’s house that he had left over 8 hours ago. He was surprised at how much time had passed just talking to the small girl. The house that Cas and his brothers had lived in for the past couple of months was a simple blue house with light gray shutters and flower boxes in every window. Cas was the one who picked the house. He had liked it because of the bright exterior, but Lucifer only cared that his room was nice. So he was fine with all of the houses they had looked at as long as he got the master bedroom. Gabriel on the other hand loved how big and bright the kitchen was. He spent most of his time in their cooking up various sweets. When Cas and Y/N finally entered the house Gabe was the first to greet them. “Cas! You’ve been gone all day… who’s this?” He started out kind of loud but then his voice turned sweet as syrup when he saw the little girl holding Cas’s hand. Y/N giggled and pointed at Gabriel’s wings, “You have pretty wings too!” His eyes met Cas’s and Cas shrugged. Gabe smiled at Y/N “Thanks cutie! Anyway, I assume you’re the reason Cas came home so late. So I suppose I can forgive him. I’m Gabriel by the way, but you can call me Gabe.” His eyes twinkled as he spoke to her.

Heavy footsteps could be heard coming from the hallway to the right. “And that would be our grump of a brother Luci.” Y/N’s eyes widened as he came into view, “What’s with the kid?” He asked as she gasped at him, “wow…” she said as she stared at him. “This is Y/N, she’s staying with us for a while.” Cas stated in a matter of fact way. Lucifer squinted at Y/N as she continued to look at him in awe. “What wrong with her?” He asked. Cas was about to reprimand him when Y/N spoke up. “You have the prettiest wings!” She stated. Lucifer’s face softened and his whole mood picked up when she said that. He smiled at Y/N, “I like you Y/N.” he leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I think you’re my new favorite person, don’t tell my brothers!” She nodded and giggled.

She introduced Chuck to Luci and Gabe as Cas went upstairs to the room none of them had decided a use for yet. The last owners of the house had started turning it into a kids room but hadn’t quite finished. Since the brothers hadn’t used it, the room had collected a layer of dust. He snapped his fingers and the dust was gone. He would get a bit more to furnish the room and make it more homey for Y/N, but it would do for now. He walked back downstairs to join the rest of the group, “So Gabe. What’s for dinner?” He asked with a smile. As his brothers and Y/N started getting ready for dinner, Cas smiled to himself and thought, we may not be perfect, but we’re pretty darn close.

anonymous asked:

Could you right something about Harry and Ginny going through the experience of her first pregnancy?

A/N: I combined this with one of the blurb starters and I think it’s kinda cute :)  I hope you enjoy!

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Youth

The second hand on Harry’s alarm clock stuck on every third tick, which is why it’s always slower than the rest of the time telling devices in the flat.  Which is why Ginny’s husband is almost always rushing about in the morning even when he gets up with the first ring of his clock.

She really should tell him, now that she knows.  But it’s his fault that she knows.  Because his child is currently somersaulting about her belly and keeping her awake for the third night in a row.  So she might not tell him – at least not until she gets more than forty-five minutes of sleep in one go.  Because marriage means if she suffers, he suffers.

Ginny feels bad for a minute, but then baby James decides to stretch his legs and then settle directly on her bladder, so she grumbles to herself and shuffles off to the bathroom. “Baby, please.  Let mummy sleep.”

The unborn Potter simply continues his acrobatics and Ginny sighs as she goes about her business in the loo, stroking her stomach in the vain hope that it will somehow turn her son into a peaceful and considerate child.  “If you go to sleep I promise I’ll give you candy for dinner every night.”

“That sounds like bad a plan dear,” Harry’s gruff voice calls from the threshold.

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Marry Me

(( Well @moyzi / @kalllura here’s your marriage proposal request! Hope you enjoy!))


“Lance I don’t think this is going to work.”

“Oh c’mon, of course, it’ll work! You got a ring, you’ve rehearsed the question, and even if you two have never actually used the word dating you’ve been going steady for, like…” Lance paused as he did the math. “I dunno, a year? Hard to tell in space.”

Keith didn’t look up as he rolled a small circular trinket between his fingers.

“It’s a wooden ring. I had to carve it myself.”

“Hey, it’s acceptable! I mean it’s not like there are a lot of Jared’s out here.”

“She doesn’t know what dating is Lance.” Keith sighed as he clenched the ring in his hand. “Besides, isn’t a year a bit soon?”

“Now you’re just making up excuses!” Lance scolded. “I mean my cousin popped the question after like six months. Still together with two kids.”

“Still, what if-”

The blue paladin finally lost his patience.

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