what can you not do baby

My Dad’s Toys Magazines

In the dinning room of their new house.

Mulder and Scully sitting at their dinner table waiting for their 8-year-old son to join them for dinner.

Mulder (exasperated): Where is he again? What is he even doing?

Scully (calmly): He’s probably just in his room doing some tidying up. I asked him to do it yesterday, but he kept finding excuses not to.

Mulder (surprised): And you let him?

Scully (frowning): What do you mean?

Mulder (smiling): I mean, you let him get away with his excuses? If I’d known you were that lenient I would have…

Scully (sighing): He’s our son, Mulder. He can prove to be quite persuasive. Especially with his cute little face and his angelic eyes. I wonder from who he gets those.

Mulder (reaching for his wife’s hand): Those baby blue eyes. They’re his most beautiful feature.

Scully (acting as if she were shocked): …

Mulder (leaning forwards, over the table to kiss her): I like it when you pretend to be obfuscated.

Their lips are almost touching when they hear their son rushing in the stairs. He bursts in through the kitchen holding a big pile of magazines and catalogs.

William (sitting at the table): Mom, I just finished cleaning my room. I found these toy catalogues. They were in a box at the bottom of my wardrobe.

Scully (smiles fondly at her son): Thank you Will. What was written on the box?

William (quizzically): “M. Study. Upstairs”. I don’t know what it means.

Mulder (truly shocked): Was it scealed?

Scully (curious): The movers probably put it in Will’s room by error. Is it one of yours, Mulder?

Mulder (nodding emphatically): Yeah, it belongs in my study.

Mulder tries to grab the pile of magazines besides William. The little boy puts his hand firmly on it.

William: Dad, no! I know why it was in my room! Since Christmas is coming, you hid those magazines so Mom couldn’t find them. They are toys catalogues!

Scully (very interested): Is it so, Mulder? That’s so sweet.

She pats her husband’s hand, but notices his flustered face. She looks at the cover of the first magazine Will is trying to shield from her.

William (frustrated): Come on, mom! You don’t want to spoil your Christmas gifts! That’s not fair for Dad.

Their son shakes his head, messing up the strands of hair falling across his forehead. He looks so much like her husband.

Scully (insisting): Will, can you hand me one, please?

William’s sighs dejectedly and pushes the entire pile towards his mother. Scully’s eyes widen and she looks up at Mulder who seems to be ready to explode. His face is crimson and his ears are redder than tomatoes.

Scully (eyebrows disappearing under her red-haired frange): Mulder.

Mulder (deeply embarrassed): Yes, honey?

William (picking up a carrot from his plate): Mom, you don’t want Dad to pick your gift from those catalogues?

Scully (muttering): Mulder, kitchen. Now.

She doesn’t need to repeat herself. Mulder is gone in a flash with the stack of magazines under his arm. William gapes at his father’s empty seat.

Scully (forcing on a smile and turning to her son): Eat those carrots, Will. We’ll come back in a sec.

William knows when he shouldn’t reply and this is one of those occasions. He gently takes another carrot and chews it gingerly. His mother joins his father in the kitchen. The little boy can hear them murmuring but he can’t quite make out the words. He stops trying to listen and concentrates on picking at his mash potatoes.

In the kitchen.

Mulder holds the magazines to his chest and waits anxiously for his wife to say something.

Scully (closing her eyes and sighing deeply): Wtf, Mulder?

Mulder (apologetically): Sorry, Scully. I remember now that I couldn’t find them.

Scully (throwing her hands in the air): You hid your didty mags in your son’s room?

Mulder (sheepishly): I meant to take them and place them in my study. Like you said, the movers must have mixed up the rooms and it ended up in Will's…

Scully (facepalming herself): Mulder, I told you years ago to throw them away.

Mulder (puppy face): But… they’re collector’s editions! You can’t throw them away.

Scully: …

Mulder (protesting): And you can’t say no. I had them before I met you!

Scully (pressing an accusing finger on her husband’s chest): You should be thankful, Mister, that your son is still naive and thought these were toys catalogues.

Mulder (can’t help grinning): Want to order something for Christmas, honey?

anonymous asked:

How do you see the pregnancy story line going through on the gifted? I can't imagine a baby, but I think anything else would be too dark for fox? Also what would you like to see happen?

Hey anon! Thanks for the great ask. I feel like a lot of us are prob thinking the same thing, I feel your struggle. A baby is almost never good for an action, fast paced story, let’s be real, kids slow things down and tie you up a bit haha. That being said, I agree that something horrible happening, like a miscarriage or death, would be a little dark for Fox. Something I am keeping in mind is that the episodes are moving in a very small time frame; each episode is probably only a day or so apart, if even that. With that in mind, I am assuming Lorna is only 8-12 weeks pregnant in real time on the show. Some women honestly don’t start showing until 5-7 months, so in theory we’ve got weeks left of show time before Emma Dumont has to don a body suit hehe.

Whether or not they draw it out that much, I can’t be sure. But, Lorna is a key part of the team, so I don’t see them sidelining her anytime soon. I think I had read something @selinaneveahcrystal had wrote somewhere about Emma making a comment on instagram that the baby’s abilities would affect Lorna’s, or something to that extent. I’ll be curious to see what that might manifest into story wise. I know the show runner refers to it as electric baby, but I’ve also seen Emma say that it isn’t directly related to the baby’s powers, we shall seeee!

As far as what I would like to see happen, I am 1000% ready to watch Lorna and Marcos struggle as parents. Because neither of them had any of their own, I think they have a very real fear of screwing up, and that combined with the fact that they’re bringing a child into a world that’s not the greatest for any of them at the moment, should give us some great story angst. I think it’ll be the whole “it takes a village” dynamic, with all the aunt and uncle mutants pitching in to help, and momma Cait of course. I would also like to see the writers explore Lorna’s character more, as someone with a mental disorder, as a strong and capable female leader dealing with being a mom, and how all of it together affects her relationship with Marcos and other people around her. Lorna is such a dynamic character, with so much potential to bring serious, important questions to the fore front of peoples minds about mental health and, if I may, dismantling the patriarchy. ;)

Also, the shipper in me is just ready for the pure fan service of watching a doting Marcos hold his kid for the first time. Guys, GUYS–did you see Sean Teale’s face in the final scene in the last episode? The man’s eyes are so god damn expressive it’s unreal. If Marcos looks at Lorna like that, imagine the radiant love he’ll have on his face looking at his kid, he’d be so fucking proud of her, like “LOOK AT MY BABY SHE IS PERFECT JUST LIKE HER MOM.” And yes, I am calling it now, it’s going to be a girl. How could it not be after they name drop Aurora like that?!

Sorry I went on and on and on, I can’t help myself. Thanks for helping me spread the good Eclaris gospel anon. xo

Hybrid Baby


Requested by: @xxthefireokamixx

Originally posted by beyond-the-nights-world

“What the hell do you mean, this bitch is pregnant?” Dean yells while standing up a angry expression on his face.

“It means exactly what I said Dean. Meg is pregnant with my child.” Castiel explains.

“He’s an angel. I’m a demon. Which means, our child will most likely be a hybrid.” Meg adds with a grin.

“Can me and Dean go talk about this for a second?” Sam askes while standing up.

“Take all the time you need Sam. You as well, Dean.” Castiel says turning over to Meg starting a conversion with her.

Both brothers walked off to the hallways to take in the information they had just been given.

“She’s a demon Sammy. Not just any demon but the daughter of Alistair, and she’s a bitch.” Dean growled out.

“Dean I get where your coming from. Demons can’t be trusted, trust me I know this already.” sighing Sam ran a hand through his hair.

“But her and Cas are together. Man, Cas is our friend. He’s apart of our family. And she’s pregnant with his child, liking her or not she’s having Cas child and you heard what she said the child might be a hybrid.” Sam explains.

“We’ve only met one hybrid and that was Jack, who is half angel and human. Jack turnt out alright and now he’s living safely with his mother in another dimension where Lucifer won’t find them.” Sam adds.

“But Sammy, she’s a demon.” Dean says.

“And so were you at one point. I was soulless, and Cas was human!” Sam yells out before taking a deep breath, “Look what im trying to say is that we don’t exactly have a normal life, why not at least keep her around.”

“Just until the baby is born.” Dean says finally giving in.

“Just until the baby is born.” Sam repeats with a smile.

A week had went by and that’s when Meg had given birth to a baby boy, who in fact was a hybrid of both demon and angel.

(M/n). Their son wasn’t really active, he would stare and both Meg and Cas could see how he bonded with Dean easily. Dean would sit anywhere in the bunker or in the impala with (M/n) and place AC/DC on low for him.

They bonded nicely, that was what everone thought but one night the truth came out. Dean had made a comment about how (M/n) had similar looking wings to Cas expect his was a two toned light and dark grey color.

Sitting dean down both parents explained what it meant to see an angels wings, Cas explained that it was because he and his son were mates and Meg just threatened Dean about hurting (M/n).

All was good that night, Meg cooked thanksgiving dinner, Sam helped. Cas watched his son and Dean bond, and dean.

Well Dean could only think about how he was gonna love and protect (M/n) for as long as he lived.


After watching the newest episode, this just happened to come to mind. The room is loosely based off Meteora’s room, with what I had the designs on the pillars were rather pixilated and hard to get the patterns. Doing two slightly different versions is the usual, never knowing which one you’ll like more. (Maybe I should have added Meteora?)

But I can just see them trying their best to keep their baby safe. Monster dad doing what he can to keep the Mewmans out and protect his wife. While Eclipsa has tried almost everything to keep her family safe, seeing their options are running out.

I would assume in the end she gave herself up to give them time to get away, but obviously it didn’t work out entirely. Maybe Eclipsa will get to see Meteora again, you gotta admit it would be a sappy reunion.

anonymous asked:

america, prussia, and romano and what their plans are on mischief night?

America: “I spent the night moving all the furniture in the White House like 5 inches to the left! They caught me though, ‘cause I’m the only one strong enough to lift it all. And I kept falling asleep the next day!”

Prussia: “Do you mean Walpurgisnacht? Some losers think it’s too early to plan for next year, but that’s why they don’t cause as much mayhem as I do! I can’t reveal any of my secret plans to you. Not yet!”

South Italy: “What the hell is that? It’s a night when kids play pranks in England and America? Why would I be doing that!? It’s their stupid tradition! If they want to act like babies, fine, but don’t involve me.”

anonymous asked:

I'm a stay at home mom and married to a wonderful guy. I'm suicidal due to major issues with extended family and ongoing struggles with depression and anxiety. If I make a psych call to get help, will they take my baby away? I am so scared of my little one being taken away. I think I can make it until my husband can get home. But do you know what will happen if I call before then? Honestly, this fear makes it so scary to ask for help.

I don’t think they’d take the baby because your husband is in the household. Talk with him about your options, and in the meantime keep crisistext  on hand if you need to text someone for quick help.


What I’m most excited about for GOT season 8

Alright, as excited as I am for Gendrya reunion, Jonerys castlesex, Jon/Arya reunion, Jonerys baby, Cersei final takedown, etc., you know what I’m most excited about?

I’m most excited about Jonerys finally being ‘proven’ endgame so J0nsa/antis can finally STFU. As much blocking as I do when I see anti stuff come on my dash (trust me the list is fucking long) - and yes, usually I just block instead of engage with this idiotic people because he, I like taking the high road most of the time - this evening I STILL got some stupid J0nsa meta about how Jon came up with the idea to ‘play’ Daenerys and go undercover. And it wasn’t short. If it were a word doc, it probably would have gone on for several pages. And I’m so bloody sick of it.

Like seriously people, you hate Daenerys so much, stop fucking watching! She’s not entitled. She’s not a villain. She’s not mad. She’s not a white savior figure. She has not had everything handed to her. She has suffered tragic losses and her life has been hard as fuck. Yes she’s got dragons but even they have caused her pain and suffering - when Drogon killed that little girl, having to lock them up in the pyramid in Meereen, losing Vision, etc. - as much as she loves them.

And Jon, I can’t even with this undercover bullshit. They all use the Ygritte thing as an example that Jon is playing Dany but seem to forget or leave out one key detail…JON FELL IN LOVE WITH YGRITTE ANYWAY. He was infiltrating the free folk and yet, Ygritte was his first love. So that argument is completely bogus. So if Jon is playing Dany, why does he bend the knee after she agrees to help him?? Hmm? Makes no sense. Alright, okay…Let’s say he’s still playing her because he doesn’t believe she’ll follow through. Then why does he declare for her in front of Cersei in the Dragonpit meeting, totally screwing them over, infuriating Cersei, and alerting her to their alliance? Okay, okay, say he’s still playing her. J0nsa evidence of this is when, in their private dragon pit convo, Dany says “I can’t forget what I saw North of The Wall, and I can’t pretend Cersei won’t take back half the country the moment I march North.” So apparently this leads Jon to think she might still bail. But, Cersei comes back and agrees to help. They’ve won! Team Dany heads back to Dragonstone to plan their trip North to fight the army of the dead. Yay! Jon got what he wanted. They are literally on the fucking boat north. He knows Dany isn’t bailing. She’s on her way to help him. So why…WHY then does he seek her out and have sex with her, if he’s soooooo in love with his sister???  Because he’s somehow omniscient and knows Cersei will betray them?? Uhhh if he’s so fucking omniscient, why the hell did he even go on the wight hunt in the first place and then call Dany for help when he realized the mission was going to fail, risking her life and her dragon’s lives when they are the only things that can help him? If Dany had died saving him up there, he wouldn’t have access to her armies or her dragons. They wouldn’t follow him. So obviously, he can’t think that far ahead. Jon is an in-the-moment kinda guy. And even if he somehow was thinking Cersei might betray them and sleeps with Dany to get her to want to stay and fight with him (uh, even this logic is not sound), he’s already seen Dany is willing to put things on hold for him and risk her life to fight to save him - wight hunt disaster as example. So when they find out Cersei is betraying them, he already knows Dany isn’t the type to turn her dragons and armies back around and leave him stranded, especially if she’s in love with him…which apparently he’s using to his advantage, right? 

Fucking stupid. 

Sorry, rant over. This just gets me so mad! J0nsa’s make no sense. And I CAN’T WAIT of them to be proven wrong when season 8 comes around. It will be such sweet victory. 

But then again, you know, when Jon and Dany are happy with their three kiddos in the five years later scenes, J0nsa’s will probably be like…well, he still loves S@nsa but he got Dorito knocked up so he wouldn’t just abandon her because he’s a nice guy…but he still loves S@nsa. SMH. Ugh.  

anonymous asked:


her having a mental illness doesn’t automatically make her sympathetic. i made it pretty clear her behaviour is abhorrent and wholly unjustifiable either way. you guys are too used to the ‘character having a mental illness = uwu precious baby who can do no wrong’ mindset on this dumb site

somebody asked for my opinion on something so i gave it. calm the fuck down

anonymous asked:

Hey! What can I do to prevent my smile lines showing through my foundation?

hiii baby, try using a silicone based primer and use a loose powder to bake there, just take a damp beauty sponge and put a lot of powder on your smile lines, let it rest for a few minutes, and brush it off. it might not get rid of them completely but it might help your foundation last a bit longer!

another tip can be carrying around a little sponge or brush on your bag so you can blend them out when they start showing up :)

acuteusername  asked:

Any tips of creating a separate identity? Like what to have prepared emails? Numbers? Ids? And what's best for a burner number?

Make a separate email for all sugaring. Also have a fake number app like sideline, or google voice. If you’re going to use tinder, make a facebook using your sugar name. You can get a fake ID if you really want to, but I don’t think that’s absolutely necessary. Make sure you don’t use the the same pics on your sugar accounts that you do on your regular social media.

So Do~Able 7

So Do~Able 7 ~

I can’t speak for anyone else…or can I?  I have sooo many lovely little trinkets I’ve collected.  Estate sale, yard sales, thrift shops ~ walking along the street (lol).  Lovely as they are, well, you know ~

What to do?  What to do?  What to do?!<br>Here are a couple of sweet little ideas that are just So Do~Able!  Your fab finds, picture frames, crafts wood plaques, scrapbooking paper, tea/coffee stained newspaper, or sheet music, the appropriate glue, and you’re all set.  You might even save choose a larger frame and an old baby bonnet, or your once~little one’s first baby socks!

Hungry Heart - Episode Highlights

  • Jac’s downward spiral is clearly ongoing, I hope we get to see more of that storyline soon 🤞🤞

  • I’m growing to like Roxanna more that I initially anticipated

  • Omfg, first dofty scene in what feels like forever bE sTiLl My HeArT

  • I’m soooo glad that Fredrik won’t be staying at Holby

  • Yay, Holby lives to fight another day 👌👏🙌🤗☺️😊

  • I knew it!!! I fucking called this shit. I knew that Fredrik would spill the tea on Baby Karnik


  • What the ever living fuck does Fredrik Johannsen think he’s doing stitching up Ma Boi Dominic™ like that?

  • Wtf NO, you can’t just leave, Damon, you barely stepped foot through the door!

  • Omfg, Did Fredrik just try to put the lips on miss Karnik, WTF??? 🤢🤮 Omg, i can’t even it was so cringe (still better that Raf+Essie tho)

clozzersaurus  asked:

Hey, so there's a sprousehart breadcrumb I've been trying to find for MONTHS and I just can't. As far as I remember it was on twitter and it was similar to the whole Santa/ Santa's Sugar baby thing but it was to do with Scooby Doo instead? Like maybe Daphne/Fred or something? It's driving me mad! Can you help?

I know what you mean, I think? maybe? but I’ve no clue where to find that now. can anyone help?

anonymous asked:

I can't stop crying. Do you have advice //saba

Oh no baby! What’s wrong???? Just focus on your surroundings, breath. Look for one yellow thing where you are, two grey thins, three purple things,c for Pink things, and five black things. List them out loud. Focus on where you are. It’ll be okay

I was tagged by the ever so lovely @ellipsical-elle for this 10 questions thing. So, here we go!

10 Questions

1. The very first fanfiction you’ve read: what, when, why, feelings?
I honestly can’t remember what the first fic I had ever read was but I know it was in the Teen Wolf fandom. And I do remember going “finally! Someone got the story right!” cause Jeff Davis is the fucking worst to his characters. It was nice to see that other people were invested in his characters where he, himself, was not. 

2. Do you wear a fragrance? what’s the scent baby? 

I don’t usually wear a fragrance. Sometimes I wear something called “Vampire Kisses” which is a perfume I picked up at a renaissance faire. It’s rose and patchouli, smells great on me. 

I3. You are reading a very smutty fic in a public transportation, when suddenly (gasp!) you realize the person next to you is reading over your shoulder… how do you react? 

Ask them how they enjoy being a fellow pervert and if their mother had taught them that it was impolite to read over people’s shoulders. 

4. you already have Christmas-y stuff up? 

Nope. That goes up soon, though.

5. Which Hogwarts house are you in? How do you feel about it? 

I always fall between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but the older I get the more Hufflepuff I get. And I think it’s very accurate. 

6. share your favourite quick dinner recipe? 

I do what I call “garlic pasta”. It’s basically over-glorified buttered noodles but I actually sauté fresh garlic in olive oil for a little bit, then add a little butter and pour it over whatever noodles I’ve made that night. If I am really fancy, I chop a little parsley and toss that in, too. The really lazy version is just olive oil/butter/garlic powder. Either version is great with parmesan cheese.  

7. Last movie you’ve watched in a theatre? 

Kingsman 2, The Golden Circle. 

8. what did you have the last time you went out for dinner? 

Burgers and fries with the boyfriend

9. Ever shaved your hair (or part of it)? Would you? 

Ha! No. I don’t think I’d look good with my head shaved. 

10. worst job? 

My worst job was working at a place called CapTel in Milwaukee, a captioning service for the deaf and HOH community. Basic call center. On the surface, it sounded great. Health/dental benefits, double-paid holidays if you were working and “holiday pay” (if you requested off work you still got your daily wage), PTO, you could request to leave early, and they had free food days every couple months. But the management was increasingly micro-managey, they kept taking away things that made your job easier, and the call volume kept increasing to the point where you would be captioning non-stop for over two hours some days. Not to mention you got every kind of horrible person on the phone that you had to caption without feeling or complaint. I’ve captioned calls where people are using every slur in the book, women crying about abusive husbands, aging people getting scammed by internet predators, and the very elusive sex calls (those were actually great and would make my whole damn day). I worked there for almost 4 years and was depressed for 2 of them. It was a bad time. 

And now for the tagging! I tag: @sherlohomora @bakingsherlycakes @missmuffin221 @benedictgingerbatch00 @agent-fangirl  @simpleanddestructivechemistry @crave-that-mineral @theycantstopthesignal and anyone else who feels like playing along! Tag me so I can see your answers! 

Happy Angst-Giving: The Finale???

Honestly everyone…. I really like how this came out… But I do realize that it’s probably missing something…. 

Still… I hope you all like what I’ve created for the possible finale of the Asahi Zombie AU…..


Happy Halloween Happy Angst-Giving Merry Angst-Mas Happy Halloween II Happy Angst-Giving: The Finale???

They were attacking. The horde of zombies. The horde of the dead. The horde of the familiar no more.

The news of the monsters had come a few days before - and the safe haven had sent out it’s best guards and fighters to try to distract the horde in a different direction… But it hadn’t worked at all. Your safe haven lost a lot of people that day. A lot of good people. People with families.

But finally, this morning, there had been yells of panic, yells of fear. You’d been placed on guard duty, your son, Kazuki, placed in the safe haven’s completely guarded building with the other children, while Suga and Daichi had been posted outside that same building to protect the children.

You sighed to yourself as you popped a few of the zombies in the head, watching as their rotten innards exploded all over their nearest comrade, their already dead bodies falling to the floor unceremoniously. In another life, this probably would have been fun for you… Not this life though. Only a little over a year ago had you lost your husband to this disease. This terrible infection. You’d only seen him once while the infection ate at his skin, bubbling in his veins, taking away all his humanity, replacing his loving brown eyes with milky death. A life worse than death. Worse than being satan’s whipping boy. Walking around, alone or in packs, eating anything that moved or made a noise, taking their life essences to fill their own void. Just the idea of your husband, your Asahi, having to live that kind of life made your finger pull on the trigger more liberally. You were freeing these poor souls. You were taking their suffering away and granting them eternal slumber with a bullet straight through their skulls.

If you were able to free your husband from this life… You would. Without any hesitation. You would save him over and over. Asahi… You closed your eyes and turned your head towards the sky, feeling your heart reaching out for his, reaching out for some sort of sign that he was okay - that his soul was freed from this hell and searching the cosmos for yours once more.

“____! Pay attention! They’re starting to pile up over on the north end of the gates.” A man who’s name currently escaped your memory called out at you, causing you to jump and open your eyes to see the large amount of zombies actually below your post. If you didn’t focus now, they’d pile on top of each other and end up overwhelming this part of the wall. “H-Hey! What the hell is that!” The man called, grabbing his binoculars to see the change in the zombie current just a few yards away. You looked where he was seeing the disturbance, and felt your heart still in your chest.

You jumped down into the horde of zombies before you could even think about what it was you were seeing. You pulled out your knife and stabbed the ones that got too close, using the distraction as a way for you to bob and weave your way through the horde, thanking your squadron for taking them out as you made your way into the thick of the monsters. You’d almost gotten bit, but none of that was registering right now. Nothing but what you’d barely caught a glimpse of. It was almost as if your heart was pulling you towards the distraction, as if your very soul was commanding your feet to run, commanding your arms to stab and push and move any dead being out of the way enough for you to reach what you had thought you’d seen.

But not everything can go as planned. And you were falling to the floor with a zombie snapping it’s teeth towards your neck. You struggled against it’s dead weight, trying to get away from the monster, still feeling your heart, your very soul, pulling you towards what you’d seen. Maybe this was the end for you, maybe your son would grow up an orphan - you’d definitely jumped into the horde as if you were only living for yourself. How could you be so stupid? So completely impulsive that you’d submit yourself to this type of death? Being eaten alive?

The sound of struggling registered to your ears, above the sound of the dead man trying to bite at your neck, above the sound of the front gates starting to creak open as reinforcements were sent in to rescue you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, ____?” His voice yelled at you above the growling and the groans, a knife plunging into the zombie’s temple before he tossed the body off of you and grabbed you by your hand. You felt as if you could finally breathe again, his hand holding yours so tight and pulling you towards where the gates were opening. “Why would you just jump in like that? Are you out of your mind?” He yelled at you over his shoulder, and you wanted so badly to stop him from moving, wanted to pull him to a stop so you could see him properly - truly see him after all this time.

The gates were only a few yards away, you were going to make it, you were going to be able to have your family back. The light was just on the other end of that gate border - it was blinding. It was heading straight for you.

A blood curdling scream ripped through the air, and your hands were suddenly out of Asahi’s and pushing him into the community gates. Asahi turned as he fell back on his ass, the gates of the community slowly closing just behind him as soon as he’d made it in. But the gates weren’t what he was seeing, what was pulling his entire world to shreds. You held your hand out towards where you’d pushed him, not reaching, more a plea for him to stay where he was and not come after you. You’d been bit. Your blood was seeping through your clothes, your neck having a large bite taken out of it. Another zombie took your stillness as an opportunity to bite at your bicep, pulling back with all your muscle tendons in between its teeth. “I will find you….” You mouthed to him, remembering when he’d yelled it to you the first time in the infected prison all that time ago, “Take care of Kazuki, Asahi….” You whispered, feeling your tears flowing down your cheeks just before a zombie grabbed you from behind, pulling you into a large horde. Asahi yelled, an animalistic scream as he scrambled to his feet and rushed towards the gates just as they’d closed. He slammed his hands on the metal gates, still yelling, still screaming out his anguish. All this time. All this time alone, away from you, and this is how it ended.

He didn’t know how long he’d been screaming, but the guards pulled him away from the gates, dropping him just a few yards away as they closed the secondary gates as a precaution. Your sacrifice had caused the horde to bunch up just outside the gates. Something you hadn’t thought of preventing. Your only goal had been to save Asahi. Save him while you could. Give your life in exchange for his. He kneeled on the asphalt outside the secondary gates, staring ahead of him blankly, not being able to scream any more as his voice had escaped him.

“Look what you’ve done!” A voice yelled from behind him, but Asahi didn’t even have the strength to turn and acknowledge who he knew was yelling at him. Blaming him. He knew. How could he not. He’d seen what he’d done first hand. Right in front of him. “You sick bastard!” The voice was closer now, and suddenly Asahi’s collar was being bunched and pulled, a fist connecting with his jaw causing him to fall back. But there was someone else there, pulling the first voice off of him.

“Suga! Stop!” Daichi yelled, wrapping his arms around Suga’s middle and keeping him from attacking Asahi again. He’d gotten his cheap shot. And while Daichi felt his own heart breaking, his tears streaming down his face at the realization you were gone, he kept it together better than Suga. But Daichi couldn’t blame him for his erratic behavior.

“Do you know what you’ve just done? Do you know who just left the world? For your sorry ass?” Suga yelled, struggling against Daichi’s hold, breaking free and grabbing Asahi by the collar of his shirt again, shaking him harshly. “She was the most important person in our lives, in my life, and you just show up and get her killed? You sick bastard!” Suga sobbed, not finding the strength to yell anymore at Asahi, falling to his knees in front of his old friend. His hands slowly fell from Asahi’s shirt and landed on either side of his kneeling body, tilting his head up with his eyes closed as he cried for your loss. He’d loved you with his entire being, and although he’d known you’d never love him the same… He’d never thought in a million years you’d sacrifice yourself for someone who’d been lost before.

Asahi felt… empty. Hollow. Like his soul had just been ripped out of his body. And it had…. He had no doubt about it. You were everything to him, his heart, his soul, his reason for living. Why else would he have traveled so far, done so much, fought so damn hard to get back?

For you.

He’d kicked and fought for so long, so damn long against everything he came across, just so he could see you again, so he could be with you again. But not like this. He’d give anything to get you back, to bring you back to life, to give you the same serum he’d been given to make you immune. But he knew even the serum couldn’t heal death. And that’s what you’d been greeted with with his resurfacing. Your untimely death. All because of him.

But your words… they finally registered in his brain. The noise of the zombies groaning and hissing as they over took you had been deafening along with his own screaming of horror, but… he’d heard you loud and clear, as if you’d been whispering right into his ear.

“Ka…. Kazuki.” Asahi whispered, looking down at his bloody hands, seeing they were no longer shaking, but knowing he wasn’t completely coming to terms with your death just yet. Not yet. In the privacy of his lonesome, he’d handle what he’d caused, what your final moments must have been like.

“No…. No. Fuck you… NO!” Suga suddenly yelled, getting to his feet and standing in the way of where the baby was being hidden, “You took her from me, you’re not going to take him, too. No! Over my goddamn dead body! Daichi, stop, no!” Suga’s voice was hoarse at this point, and he struggled again against Daichi as he grabbed his best friend. “No! He got _____ killed!” Suga sobbed, feeling his blood boil at just the thought of Asahi touching the baby he raised with you. His baby. Not Asahi’s.

Daichi took a shaky breath as he held Suga in his arms, keeping him from struggling too much and lunging at Asahi again, “Suga…. Kazuki…. He’s not yours…. He’s not your baby, Suga….” He reminded his best friend, holding him closer when he felt Suga start to struggle harder, “He’s Asahi’s!”

Asahi looked up at his former best friends, his eyes wide, looking like a small child himself - A small child covered in the innards and blood of the dead, sweat making his body odor and the dead’s mold into a single awful stench, his usual long hair had been chopped off to be short enough for the zombies to not be able to grab it so easily. “M….. Mine?” His voice was barely above a whisper, the groans and moans of the dead coming from the other side of the gate still and drowning out his realization. His eyes snapped to the gates, slowly shaking his head as he connected the dots. “Fuck….” He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, bowing his head as he sobbed, letting his loss overcome his entire body and mourn your death. You’d given him everything you had - your love, your heart, your soul…. Your life…. And now, he realized, you’d given him something he’d always wanted to have with you.

A new beginning.

As much as Asahi wanted to keel over and die, give up on his life with the forfeit of yours, he knew he couldn’t. Because if he left this world, if he followed after you into the ever changing world of the cosmos… He’d be leaving the future behind. Your son. His son. He had to live for Kazuki. Had to keep breathing, keep his head above the waters of anguish and guilt to give Kazuki the chance at a normal life - as normal as someone could have in this dead world.

Asahi had to keep living.

For you.

For his son. For Kazuki.

ghostlydarling  asked:

Hello there! I have a happy, healthy, spoiled ratto. He’s 1.5 years old, with a three-tiered spacious cage, and open roam to my one bedroom apartment. I’m considering getting another rat so he’s not lonely when I’m at school and work ❤️ should I adopt another rat? If so, how should I introduce a new rat into the environment without triggering aggressive/possessive behaviors? Thank you 💕🐁

Thank you so much for doing your research before just putting another baby in. I did just double check with someone to confirm if a year and a half would be considered too old for another intro and here is what they said:

Only three things matter during intros:

1. The newcomer is big enough and old enough to go through a few tussles as pecking order is established.

2. Intros are done by taking your time and not rushing anyone. Good intros can make a strong bond.

3. All individuals involved have no reason to be a complete danger to the others. Meaning they haven’t had any life threatening spats with other individuals before and can potentially happen again.

If those three criteria are met there should be no issues.

If you are still a little worried about doing introductions and how to do them, I would like to direct you to my PSA Post on Introductions (If you search my archives for PSA Posts, you’ll find it there) as there is so much information in that that I wouldn’t be able to fit here. I really hope that this helps and best of luck with your boy and any other potential furbabies you adopt ❤🐀

in order to save his mother who got sick after some dead bisexual guy woke up from a 100 year coma, a japanese-british-italian teen and his friends - a horny old man who can’t stop screaming, a gay egyptian fortune teller, a literal mother fucker, a french guy unable to go four minutes without fucking up, and the world’s saltiest dog - must defeat villains like bette midler, mariah carey, terence trent d’arby, and vanilla ice in incredibly tense challenges, such as:

  • the “is this really a boat” challenge
  • the “do you know literally anything about your friend” challenge
  • the “can you not die from a bullet shot by the wild west version of a stormtrooper” challenge
  • the “is the amount of sand in my eyes really worth not dying” challenge
  • the “figure out if the car moving on its own is weird or not” challenge
  • the “should we do something about these zombies or nah” challenge
  • the “how long have we been walking and isn’t it kinda hot” challenge
  • the “what if freddy krueger was remote controlled by a baby” challenge
  • the “is this trap too obvious to be a trap and can you bond over watersports” challenge
  • the “is it okay to throw dogs at blind people” challenge
  • the “how gay can we make this look” challenge
  • the “can’t read my pokerface” challenge
  • the “can a noob beat a leet” challenge

and many more