watching it with opal

so in trk when ronan tries to drop opal off with aurora and he tells her to stay she curses at him and he says “watch your mouth around my mother” 

but like imagine opal cursing??? she looks like a tiny human child and she is adorable but ofc she’s also a product of ronan’s mind so 

  • opal coming running up to adam and ronan like “GUESS WHAT I FUCKING FOUND!” all cheerfully 
    • adam chokes, ronan glares
    • opal is indifferent 
    • “watch your fucking mouth”
    • you watch your fucking mouth” she tells him
    • adam laughs for 59902 years
  • the three of them having breakfast at the barns and opal saying “pass the fucking salt please this branch is too damn bland”
    • “watch your mouth around your fathers, sphincter” says ronan irritably
    • “should you be eating that?” asks adam
  • “kerah the fucking deer won’t eat out of my goddamn hand”
    • “well i mean she did learn it from you, ronan”
    • “nobody fucking asked you, parrish”
  • ronan walks in on opal chewing on the toaster and just asks in a very faint voice “what the fuck are you doing?”
    • “this shit tastes fucking amazing” she answers
    • ronan wants to cry
    • “should you be eating that?” asks adam even as he laughs
  • “fuck” realizes ronan one day “i’ve become gansey”
    • “i like gansey” declares opal “even if he drives a piece of shit”
    • “you’re grounded” ronan tells her
    • “fuck you” she answers
    • “should you really be eating that?” asks adam as opal chews on ronan’s car keys
    • “fuck” groans ronan and officially Gives Up On Life
Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day was a bitch. At least it was for the Lynch Brothers and, by extension, Adam Parrish. Crammed into their usual pew, Declan, Matthew, and Ronan sat with bent heads as the priest delivered the special homily recognizing and honoring all the mothers, and especially the Holy Virgin Mary for bringing our Lord and Savior into the world to save us all. Ronan dug his fingernails into his wrist and focused on that instead of crying. Matthew was sniffling. Declan had a hard, removed look in his eyes. Aurora Lynch had passed less than a month ago.

Adam sat on the steps outside of the St. Agnes apartment, listening to the drone of the pipe organ and waiting for Ronan to emerge. He had not seen or spoken with his mother in months.

Blue Sargent was currently deep into the 300 Fox Way Mother’s Day Madness. It was a day when all the childbearing women of the household were given free reign to order about their offspring. Typically this meant asking for extravagant breakfasts, massages, and calling out a never-ending chorus of “fix me another drink, will you?” Blue and Orla were grimly making mojitos in the kitchen, the fresh mint giving Blue all sorts of flashbacks to time spent with Gansey. Orla was quickly getting frustrated with her lack of attention.

Gansey had declined to visit DC for the usual champagne brunch at his family’s home. His mother was, of course, deep into her political campaign and she had been most disappointed when Gansey couldn’t come, especially because it would mean he that was missing her fundraising gala. Helen had called numerous times to berate him but Gansey had only replied that he could not leave Ronan alone.

Ronan was not alone, even if Gansey had left, he wouldn’t have been alone. He had Adam now, as well as Declan and Matthew. It was shocking and wonderful to spend time with Declan and enjoy it. But the reunion with Declan reminded Ronan of one awful truth: Declan had never been reunited with their mother. All those trips to Cabeswater—bringing Matthew along but excluding Declan—Ronan didn’t think he would ever forgive himself.

Henry Cheng was spending the day with his mother and he rather wished that he was not. His mother was…complicated. What did one do when the person who birthed them and raised them went through a radical transformation and became a Power? Henry spent the morning at his mother’s side, entertaining himself with RoboBee while she did the things that she did. Lots of phone calls were involved and meeting with intense looking men in suits, including former hitman, Mr. Gray.

After the morning service at St. Agnes was over Ronan fetched Adam and the two of them went back to the Barns. Matthew and Declan joined them. Later, Gansey arrived with Blue and Henry. Ronan had stripped out of his Sunday suit and was sprawled on the lawn in his usual attire of shredded jeans and black muscle tee. Adam was lying on the grass next to him and he was helping Opal make crowns out of daisies and clover and Queen Anne’s lace. Chainsaw stalked around the trio, making her usual raven commentary that only Opal and Ronan could decipher. Declan was grilling and Matthew stood at his elbow, chattering away and holding whatever Declan told him to. The scene was remarkably similar to Ronan’s eighteenth birthday party except that they all looked tired and sad.

Blue settled down next to Ronan and showed him how to blow on a blade of grass to make it whistle. Ronan, being the musician of the bunch, mastered the skill and before long he and Blue and Opal were composing grass symphonies. Adam contented himself with chewing on a long stem of grass and applauding. Henry and Gansey gravitated to the grill. Gansey quizzed Declan about his apartment and the dream business. Henry, whose mother was tied to the trade of dream objects, supplied his insights. Matthew got bored and ran over to play with Opal; they had ganged up on Ronan and before long the three of them descended into a loud, tangled mess of limbs.

Adam watched with a fond smile, silently wondering at these strange dream creatures. He wondered most of all about Ronan, who had given life to both Opal and Matthew, becoming, in a sense, mother and father and brother to them. He had also given life to a host of dream animals and the recently departed Cabeswater (Adam felt a pang remembering the spectacular forest). With a deep, heartfelt sigh Adam decided that Ronan was probably one of the few people alive to know, on some level, what it was like to be a god. Gods made something from nothing, populating the world with their creations. With all of his imagination and power and his ability bring forth the perfect partner (rather like Niall had done with Aurora), Adam was again overcome with the knowledge that Ronan had chosen him. He was dating a god…

Declan interrupted the wrestling match to announce that lunch was ready. Everyone gathered around the picnic blankets. There were hotdogs and hamburgers with the fixings, potato salad, chips, slaw, baked beans, deviled eggs, fruit, cupcakes, tea, and a pitcher of mint mojitos that Blue had smuggled out of the house. The food came from the grocery store deli but the cooks there were good, getting the down home food just right. Everyone loaded up their plates and dug in. Opal was soon a mess and Ronan fussed at her and tried to clean her face off but she kept batting his hands away. Ronan gave up with a frustrated huff and Blue laughed, asking if he was finding child rearing to be difficult. Ronan smirked and tousled Opal’s hair, “You have no idea.”

After their bellies were full it was time for remembrances. Declan started. He talked about Aurora, getting choked up as he told about how she always knew when he was having a bad day, how she would find a way to make him smile. Ronan did not talk and Matthew cried. Adam said that Aurora had shown him what a mother should be and that he had loved every moment he had spent with her. Blue and Gansey chimed in with their memories of golden Aurora visiting with them beneath the boughs of Cabeswater.

They did not speak of the mothers who were still living, though they did raise a glass in honor of mothers in general. At some point Henry made the comment about Gansey deserving recognition for mothering them all through their years at Aglionby. Adam asked if Gansey wasn’t more of a father figure and Ronan answered, gruffly, that he was both. “He nags like a mother but then he gets all authoritarian like a father.” Gansey looked affronted but Blue agreed, teasing him for his dad jokes and dad fashion choices. It was decided that Gansey could be an honorary mother and Opal solemnly placed the flower crown she made on his head.

The day drew to a close and they went their separate ways: Blue returned to 300 Fox Way, Adam to St. Agnes, Henry to Aglionby, and Gansey to Monmouth. Declan and Matthew stayed with Ronan at the Barns. The brothers sat on the front porch and watched the sun set behind the trees. Opal raced around the lawn, chasing fireflies and shrieking in the language of the trees. Ronan found it ironic that Opal, originally named Orphan Girl, had since gained an unlikely family while he and his brothers had become the true orphans. They were all the family they had in this world.

Matthew nodded off and Declan woke him and sent him inside to sleep. Before Declan retired for the night he placed his hand on Ronan’s shoulder and squeezed. “Mom would be proud of you,” he murmured. “Dad, too. You’re a hell of a guy, Ronan, and I’m so damn lucky that you’re my brother.”

Ronan sat on the steps until it grew uncomfortably cool. Opal was curled up next to him, her head in his lap. He watched as the lightning bugs settled down and the deer crept out of the woods. It seemed impossible that the world kept going now that Niall and Aurora were gone. He felt a twinge in his heart and recalled the ghost of a boy who had been his friend. Gone but not forgotten. Ronan sighed deeply and picked up Opal, cradling her to his chest as he went into the house. Ronan put Opal to bed, brushing the hair out of her eyes, and watched the dream girl sleep. So many things had changed, were still changing, but Ronan would not forget the loved ones who had passed on. He scratched at the still itchy skin over his hipbone where the tattoo text spelled out remembered. As long as he and his brothers lived Aurora would not be forgotten.

Mother’s Day was a bitch.

The Mysterious Prom Date (Part 1): Peter Parker Series

Warnings: mention of vomit and allergies but as a joke nothing bad happens, food, embarrassment, adorable little Peter Parker

A/N: This was not a request. I’ve been working on this as a little “I’m Sorry” for not being active. If you like it, and ask, I may make this a series! I have a lot of ideas for it :)

Originally posted by gounderoos

(not my gif)

Blind dates aren’t exactly something you participate in willingly. They were always awkward and if you ended up not liking the guy, you’d end up stuck having dinner with some conceited jerk who only talks about his muscles or how many people he’s dated. Yeah, not fun.

If you thought blind dates were bad, imagine a blind date… to prom.

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some doodles with a trio of dresses i found in my massive fashion folder

Daddy Wants A Kiss Too

A/N: I sincerely apologize for how bad this is

“Daddy. Daddy, Daddy!!” 

You groan, rolling over. “Dallas, our sweet children are requesting your attention.” You look at him and his eyes are still closed. You look a little longer admiring his long lashes against his cheeks. His chest rising and falling with each breath. His cute ears. You love everything about him.

While you’re watching your husband sleep, a loud snore rips through the air. You jump and he smiles and pulls you to him, your chest against his. “You like what you see, baby girl?”

“I knew you were faking, idiot.”

“Then why didn’t you kiss me? I looked too cute to kiss, hmm?”

You attempt to push him away. “We have four kids in the hallway trying to beat down our door.” 

He shifts his position. “Tell them their mommy and daddy need alone time.” 

You roll your eyes and huff out a breath. “They can’t take care of themselves, Dally. All four kids are under 7.”

He kisses your shoulder. “And why’s that?”

You shrug and getting up, walking across the room. “You tell me.” As he’s about to speak, you open the door all four kids tumbling into your bedroom. 

“Daddy. Oppie wants chocolate for breakfast, but I told her no. Because she’s only 2. But did you know that she’s a brat?”

“Lillian!” you scold. Dallas chuckles. Tyler begins to jump on the bed. 

“Boy, your dad is trying to sleep.” The small baby giggles and keeps bouncing until Andrew grabs his legs, resulting in the young boy face planting onto the soft sheets. 

You rush over to your baby. “Andrew, you can’t do that,” Dallas says, pulling the baby to him before you get to Tyler.

“Why not? You asked him to stop and I stopped him,” Andrew says matter-a-factly.

Dallas looks at you. “You hear this kid’s logic?” You sit down next to him on the bed and pull the blanket up.

“I think he’s been spending too much time with someone…”


You laugh. “No, baby. Well, maybe. I was thinking Steve or Two-bit.”

He smiles, and it makes your heart flutter. “Oh definitely.”

Lillie comes and lays her head in your lap you begin to play with and braid her hair. She closes her eyes. Opal, your youngest daughter, comes up to you and shouts, “Chocolate!” (Well from what you can interpret she said chocolate).

Andrew tries to pull Dallas up by his arm. “Kid, I’m getting old. You can’t be doing that anymore.”

The boy rolls his eyes, “Dad, you’re only 27.”

“Damn, that’s old, baby,” you mock. You get up and after sighing loudly, he does too. The kids run to the kitchen. Dallas stops you from going any further by wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you into a comfortable hug. “You’re getting up there in age, babe. Soon I’m gonna have to call you dad.”

He gently runs the pad of his thumb over your jaw. “You already call me Daddy.”

You push him away. “Hush.”

When you get into the kitchen, Lillie already has the eggs and pan out. Tyler and Opal arm watching some kid show and Andrew is bossing Lillie around. 

“Mommy, Andrew won’t leave me alone. I just wanted to help.”

“So does he, baby. Thank you.” You kiss her on the head softly. “Go play, little one.” She runs off happily, tugging Andrew with her. When you turn back to your husband, he has his cheek close to your face. “What?” you murmur. 

“Daddy wants a kiss, too.” You roll your eyes and go in for a kiss on the cheek, but he turns and catches your lips in a long, passionate kiss. “Ew!!” someone shrieks. Dallas holds you to him still, while he tells Andrew that there is nothing wrong with a little affection. 

You start breakfast for everyone. In the meantime, Dallas keeps the kids distracted so they won’t bother you. The breakfast consists of eggs, bacon, “baby pancakes”, and grits. You set out bowls proportionate to each kid’s liking. They eat hurriedly, leaving you and Dallas to pick up the mess.

“You’re hot,” he whispers into your ear.

“I know.” He grins and grabs your hand, bringing to his lips. “I love you, old man,” you tell him quietly.

“I couldn’t ask for a better wife.” He kisses you slowly, once again. “Love you too, baby girl.”

farmer ronan and college student adam!!!!

  • adam staying at the barns when he’s on break from school (sometimes ronan visits him in his dorm on weekends)
  • sometimes they get up really early to go feed the deer
  • one time adam comes back after a couple weeks and ronan has acquired a pond AND ducks. ducklings. waddling all over ronan’s lap.
  • sometimes they get up really late and are lazy in bed and maybe they have breakfast in bed roll around as sunlight leaks into the room and that’s ronan’s Favorite thing bc sunlight and adam parrish are a magical combination
  • anyway
  • ronan and adam laying down in the grass of the cow field while the sun is setting
  • they watch the fireflies float around them and opal runs around trying to catch them
  • this is adam’s Favorite thing bc fireflies and moonlight and ronan lynch are a magical combination
  • maybe they get a dog
  • maybe they have a cat in the barn and then KITTENS
  • blue, gansey, and henry come over to see the kittens and end up taking 2 of them home
  • late nights sitting on the porch in rocking chairs bc ronan is trying to embrace his Old Man Farmer aesthetic
  • adam always fixes the tractor when it breaks down. ronan likes it when mechanic!adam makes an appearance
  • adam doing the whole “honey i’m home!” thing when he comes home from school (HOME)
  • ronan and opal in the kitchen attempting to cook except opal isn’t the most helpful and also ronan doesn’t stop her from eating things before he’s finished
  • ronan grabbing adam with flour covered hands and kissing him hello
  • Life on the Farm With Ronan and Adam is my new favorite thing

“Welcome home, Aelin.”

Terrasen // A land of untamed, wild beauty. Terrasen. The stag’s enormous head turned slightly—toward the wagon, toward the small window. The Lord of the North. So the people of Terrasen will always know how to find their way home, she’d once told Ansel as they lay under a blanket of stars and traced the constellation of the Stag. So they can look up at the sky, no matter where they are, and know Terrasen is forever with them. 

The Staghorns // With the wicked wind flowing fast and strong between the gray, jagged Staghorns in the distance, with the dense spread of Oakwald to their left, and the rivers and valleys sprawling toward those great northern mountains—it was paradise for a hawk.

The Oakwald //  The dense spread and wild tangle of Oakwald. Nothing but trees-trees-trees for the two weeks that they would travel north. The moon illuminated the mist swirling along the leaf-strewn ground, and made the trees cast long shadows like lurking wraiths.

Orynth // A city of light and music, watched over by an alabaster castle with an opal tower so bright it could be viewed for miles. A city of light and learning, once a pillar of strength— and her home.

The court that would change the world.
The court that would rebuild it.