when mommy


Silvia: So sweetie, when mommy and daddy got married, we decided that we wouldn’t want you to grow up alone. 

Jules: But I’m not alone. I have you two and I have food. 

Silvia: Well we were thinking more of someone who you can grow and learn with. 

Jules: Mommy, please don’t tell me you’re going to have a baby cause that means I’ll need to share my food.

Danny: Ah, but she is! I helped a lot with that. 

Jules: I was joking. Are you really going to have another baby? Is this baby going to have access to the fridge?! Does that mean we’ll run out of seconds? Are seconds for food going to become a thing of the past?! 

Danny: I don’t think he’s taking it too well. I told you the noodle explanation would be a better approach. 

I IMAGINE Post-Empire when Kanan and Hera have a child...

Like many babies do in real life, the child would get really really jealous when mommy and daddy kiss and she’ll bat at their faces or pull at her father or mother’s leg or even attempt to Force-push them apart.

So Kanan and Hera opt to kiss her simultaneously but then she’s like, “Ew, gross!”

“That’s what you get for coming between us love.”

anonymous asked:

also did someone say genderfluid mingyu !?? (they'd love being called mommy when they're feeling femme and dominant and leave red lipstick marks all over their subs. they'd wear cute warm tights and skirts around the dorm so the others would compliment their nice long legs and it all makes them feel so loved and soft.) -candyfloss 💖💖

also bonus points if they wear lil shorts and crop tops too and they’re so respected and validated by the other members


Happy 1st Birthday Saint. I can’t believe I’ve been a big sister for a whole year! Where does the time go? When mommy told me you were coming I didn’t think I would be able cope with not being an only child. However, through therapy, the undying love of my fans and mommy keeping you out of the spotlight, I got through it. So while I say happy birthday to you, I also congratulate myself for overcoming the anger and insecurities that come with having a sibling. Happy birthday Saint… I hope you get to go outside today.

Things to pass time when your Daddy/Mommys out

•Take a bubble bath
•Catch up on cartoons
•Play with your hair
•Paint your nails
•Play video games
•Finger paint
•Make paper crowns
•Have a tea party with your stuffies and discuss world domination
•Play dress up
•Play with makeup
•Make something for daddy/mommy (like a necklace, or bracelet, or make them a paper crown too!)
•Take a nappy
•Clean up your stuffies
•Write a story for daddy/mommy to read you that night
•Make daddy/mommy food for when he/she gets home

At the vet to figure out some of this lil asshole’s many problems that are stRESSING MOMMY OUT


Defining Love

“Love is when daddy lets mommy have the last Veela pastie even tough they’re his favorite” A five year-old Scorpius Malfoy told Albus Potter in a matter of fact way, taking his pumpkin juice and giving it to a toddler Lily Luna “there! Now you know Albus loves you baby Lily”

At age five Scorpius thought himself an expert at the subject. His parents had been a love match. To his toddler mind there was nothing complicated about love. Daddy loved his mommy and mommy loved his daddy and together their love was so big it spilled out and made a person.

Which was him: Scorpius.

Or at least that’s what Draco had said when he asked where babies came from.

To his innocent mind there was nothing to fear in the world because he had them and one day he would find a girl as wonderful as his mommy and love her too.

To him love was when Draco worked himself into a temper but reigned in all his foul mood as soon as he saw his Astoria and Scorpius.

Love was when Astoria butchered a song in the piano for hours and Draco still managed to tell her that her music was wonderful.

Love was going to visit the grandparents and resisting the urge to insult them because they were Draco’s family.

To Scorpius Malfoy, love was also not letting people get away with bad behavior.

Because Astoria never let Draco cast unsafe spells inside the house despite the fact that she loved him, and Draco never let Astoria plant carnivorous flowers in the garden despite the fact that he loved her.

They in turn, never let Scorpius have desert when he’d been rude to someone else. Despite the fact they loved him.

Love was tea parties with enormous cakes and jumping in mountains of freshly raked autumn leaves.

It was sitting in Draco’s lap as he read some boring account of a Malfoy ancestor and watching Astoria’s eyes drop as his voice soothed both Scorpius and her to sleep.

And these were things Scorp knew about love.

At age eight when he discovered that there were evil people in the world who would willingly hurt a child like him to make his father suffer, Scorpius added more things to the list.

When Draco pushed Astoria behind him and disarmed the strange witch that had grabbed Scorpius out of the blue in a public festival, Scorpius understood that love was also fear.

Love was when Astoria held Draco in her arms after a long day.

It was the forehead kiss Draco pressed on her head everytime he left to conduct business.

Love was putting eachother’s needs before their own when the other looked too tired.

Scorpius liked to think that his parents knew a lot, when they sat him down and talked about all that a little boy like him had to fear in this world, his parents didn’t disappoint him, they were honest.

They told him that most of his ancestors had done terrible things, that people would probably judge him for it forever, his family’s past had nothing to do with Scorpius, but that was how prejudice worked. They’d looked hopefully at Scorpius, with kind smiles that told the little boy he would always be their son no matter what he thought of them and this had cinched the issue in his head.

Love was not judging a person because of their past. Because if Astoria could look beyond Draco’s dark mark to the soul that was beneath and Draco could look beyond Astoria’s family name to see the sweet woman she was, then Scorpius wanted to be like them.

From then on Scorpius Malfoy decided that he would ignore the pasts of everyone as long as they were kind and if someone wasn’t willing to get to know him as himself despite all the bad things his parents told him people said about his family then…well…good riddance.

And these were things Scorp knew about love.

At age eleven Scorpius learned his first lesson in the complicated nature of love.

When Astoria hugged him like she didn’t want to let him go and Draco put his hand in Scorpius shoulder with warm pride, Scorpius realized that love also meant letting go.

He’d watched this happen every time Draco looked forlorn at the door whenever Astoria was in an overnight event with the Greengrass foundation.

Or when Draco had to partner his resources with businesses that required him to be away for days. Astoria would get that resigned air of melancholy about her.

It was the same when they saw him off at King Cross.

Scorpius figured that’s what separation felt like, wanting to hold on to someone forever yet loving them enough to let them grow.

They were setting him free despite how much it hurt them to be apart from Scorpius and that was also love.

In Hogwarts Scorpius learned much more about why love was considered complicated and most of it he didn’t learn about it from his mom and dad.

It wasn’t their fault really.

They were happy together and their love was as subtle as it was strong, their biggest outward shows of affection were usually reserved for Scorpius himself who was always on the receiving end of the messy kisses and crushing hugs.

He understood them…sort of, because he was a part of both of them, Astoria and Draco didn’t hold back from showering him with tickles and filling his world with playful laughter.

But as a couple, their love expressed itself in loving sighs and shared eyerolls from across the dinner table.

Flowers in his writing desk, warped eclairs in her vanity table. A shared look of affection every five minutes, a brush of a hands as they went on their daily routines.

If they fought they did it well away from Scorps hearing and if they felt cross with eachother they hid it too well for it to be seen plainly.

Unlike Albus and even Rose’s parents who reportedly enjoyed a good argument every once in a while and were active in expressing their affection towards the other, the love of Scorpius’ parents seemed almost. ..boring.

And because Scorpius had grown in such a sedate household, nothing prepared him for the first time a girl broke his heart.

At age fourteen he still thought that his parents were the best example of love he could find, he also wanted a girl to share inside jokes with, sigh into the distance and cut flowers for.

But Rose Weasley well, she wanted emotion, she wanted someone to argue with noisily and kiss in the middle of the great hall for all the world to see. His first love was bigger than life, Rosie was an explosion of fire and smarts that was almost too good to be true. And in the end she didn’t understand why Scorpius didn’t express his love the way she did.

Rose didn’t want subtlety, she wanted an extravaganza of passion and Scorpius just didn’t like being the centre of attention, not like Albus and Hugo.

And so that summer Scorpius returned home heartbroken. Asking his mother what he’d done wrong?.

Astoria and Draco hadn’t known what to do, they told Scorpius that truthfully neither of them had much romantic experiences before finding eachother and their own first loves had been footnotes in comparison to Voldemort’s shadow. Before Astoria Draco had been with Pansy for most of his life and he’d only dated her to appease his father.

And Astoria had only ever loved Draco since her fourth year in Hogwarts. Anybody before that hadn’t been real enough to call a crush.

Before the war their families had taught them both that love was a liability when one was a purebloood and until Draco and Astoria had fallen inlove they both had believed it was true.

So when Scrpius came to them for advice they only did the best they knew to do as parents and listened.

And that’s how Scorpius learned that love was painful….But it was also healing.

Watching his parents together Scorpius realized that love was also being okay with not having all the answers.

Because when Astoria didn’t know something she never blamed Draco if he didn’t come up with a solution, she simply nodded and took his hand in order to find it together.

And whenever Draco got frustrated because there were things out of his control that affected his family, he never took it out on Astoria, instead he talked it out with her. Found a way to see the light side of the situation for her sake.

With them love was a thousand conversations spoken with a single raised eyebrow and the quirk of coral lips.

And these were things Scorp knew about love.

Over the years Scorpius came to accept that his parents were not perfect. His mother was a bit manipulative and his father was oftentimes too prideful.Astoria’s sweet frailty lent fodder to Scorp’s fears and Draco’s increasing grouchiness as his hairline began receding was a constant cause of headaches for his only son.

But Scorpius never stopped seeing Draco’s eyes light up when Astoria entered the room. Or Astoria smile whenever Draco said she was beautiful.

There was always a hand in the small of Astoria’s back when they were in public, and a kiss in the back of her palm when they were not. Those hands got a bit more wrinkled as the years passed as did the lines in Astoria’s mouth and eyes, but they never moved from her back, no matter the need for a walking cane that came after Draco turned fifty two.

And while Astoria’s hair seemed to have a bigger smattering of grey highlights everytime Scorpius returned from Hogwarts, she never stopped kissing Draco’s cheek whenever he walked out the door. Her reading glasses came with menopause much like Draco’s cane, but her eyes never lost the sparkle of teasing laughter that always made Draco smile.

Then one day long after moving out from his parents house Scorpius Malfoy found himself cutting sunflowers and placing them absentmindely in the desk of a certain Daily Prophet correspondant. A girl with mischief in her smile who could telegraph her thoughts across the room with just one glance in his direction and who could make Scorpius laugh with silly caricatures of her eldest brothers.

Half imp, half rainstorm, she was a unstoppable mischief and boy did it drive Scorpius crazy to see her fluttering in and out of his life in a flurry of silk hair ribbons and ballet slippers. He almost didn’t notice when he stopped holding out his arms to break Lily Luna’s fall in case she broke a limb when she crashed down from whatever tree she was currently climbing. And when he started holding out his arms because he wanted to feel her close to him.

He didn’t notice when she stopped being “Al’s little sister” and became “Not again Lily!” With an affectionate huff. Or when he began looking forward to mutually teasing Albus over his career in the ministry.

Not until he attended his parent’s anniversary ball and his father of all people tapped his cane impatiently and with a sigh of frustration pulled Scorpius aside “So when are you planning to tell the Potter girl that you love her?” His father finally snapped “your mother and I would like to live to see our grandchildren, thank you very much” and with the finesse of the crochety old man he was, Draco stomped away from his very adult son grumbling about the stupidity of youth.

And despite disliking his father’s temper Scorpius learned one last thing about love from the old man and that was that one couldn’t really know how love worked unless one felt it.

So he joined Lily Luna at their table and smiled resolving to ask her to be his girlfriend as soon as possible, keeping his father’s words in mind. He loved her…of course he did. It was so obvious now.

He chanced a look at the middle of the ballroom where his parents glided around the room with the ease of professional dancers, thirty years married and Scorpius still didn’t doubt how much they loved eachother.

Maybe he would never stop learning from them, maybe he would always want what his parents had. And maybe he was close to getting it with Lily.

So he clapped as the orchesta finished their piece and raised his cup to toast to his parent’s marriage because these were the things Scorpius Malfoy knew about love.

An: this was my first Scorpius centric one shot, which I dont normally do because Scorpius is way too shippable I always fall of tangent when I write him in, and forget this is a Drastoria blog, I think that in the end its always our parents who teach us how to love. so I hope you liked it anon

Ashton Irwin Imagine

*Imagine w/ Ashton where Y/N is a single mom and has been dating Ashton for a couple of months and Y/N child calls ashton their dad 


“Mommy, when’s Ash coming over?” Your daughter tugged at your oversized t-shirt while you set the table.

“Soon darling, now go wash your hands for dinner.” You finished setting the table and kissed her forehead before she walked over to the kitchen sink.

You gave birth to your daughter a month after your high school graduation and while you stayed home to take care of her, her father ran off with another woman across the country.

The past few years were hard but you managed to stay afloat with the help of your parents and your job at the local diner in Los Angeles.

About a year ago, you were working your weekly midnight shift when these 4 guys wandered into the diner-Ashton, Michael, Luke, and Calum. When you first met Ashton you had no idea about his fame. You still laugh at his facial expression when you told him that you had never even heard of the band 5 seconds of summer until he asked you about it.

Anyways, long story short, you and Ashton hit it off and here you two are a year later still going strong.


“Hello?” You heard a familiar voice shout.

“ASHTON!” You had just gotten your daughter settled in her chair when she scrabbled out of her seat to greet Ash.

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Mike sauntered into the box set aside for families. He was wearing a Baker jersey and had their 11 month old in a harness on his chest. Jacqueline “Jackie” Baker-Lawson was fast asleep, clutching her tiny fists in the front of his shirt. Evelyn walked over to him. “Does this make you a WAG?” She asked. Around them, the other women were clustering around, looking at Jackie.

“Well I couldn’t take Jackie to the field it’s 105 degrees out there.” Mike said. “Otherwise we’d have been right behind the plate to yell at mommy when she ignores her catcher’s calls.” Jackie let out a sleepy gurgle. Mike pressed a kiss to the back of her head.

“Uh huh.” Evelyn said. “But you’ll take her into the clubhouse to have her give high fives to the team.”

Mike frowned. “I’m failing to see your point.”

“It’s unsanitary.” Evelyn said.

“It’s tradition.” He countered, going over to the buffet table. “Is that sushi? Damn I should have retired years ago.”

“Except.” Evelyn smirked. “Years ago you wouldn’t necessarily have had your amazing, better than you deserve, wife.”

Mike gasped and covered Jackie’s ears. “You take that back.”

Evelyn chuckled. “Champagne?” She asked. Mike shook his head.

“Jackie and I need to focus.” He said. “Nothing between us and the game.” Jackie woke up to spit up her breakfast. Mike chuckled, looking at his daughter in exasperated fondness. “Except a changing station.”

5 minutes into the pregame commentary and Mike was ready to assassinate someone.

“This is the first game Ginny Baker is starting in since her pregnancy.”

“I think it’s Baker Lawson now.” One of the announcers replied.

“That’s not what her jersey says.”

The round table laughed. Mike tightened his fists and looked down at Jackie. “See sweetie. Those are what we call assholes. You are not allowed to date anyone like that. Ever…actually no dating in general.”

“Mike.” Evelyn warned.

“That’s the other team.” he pointed at the Cardinals. “They’re losers. Their catcher is a guy named Trevor Davis and he’s a buttface.” He grinned as Jackie reached for his face and tangled her fingers in his beard.

“Da” She said.It had been her first word and Mike had got himself banned to the couch for calling everyone they knew to declare that his daughter liked him better.

“That’s right, I am the most handsome man to be behind home plate and way better than buttface Davis.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Evelyn rolled her eyes.

“Fatherhood has made you even more of a narcissist.” She remarked.

The commentary got worse as the game went on. Mike was grinding his teeth as three men in suits, who’d never met Ginny. speculated on her weight change, balance, and whether or not Mike approved of her taking the mound again.

“Before she got pregnant, Mike Lawson would be sitting behind the plate, rain or shine, but today he’s nowhere to be seen.”

Mike grabbed his phone and took a picture of him and Jackie, smiling with the field in the background. He instagramed it with the caption, too hot outside for baby, but still supporting our favorite Padre.

Evelyn liked it almost immediately.

By the third inning Mike was pacing back and forth, glaring at the field.

“I’m going to-”

“No.” Evelyn said.

“But Livan’s-”


“Just for one-”

“Mike.” Evelyn glared at him. “The new captain will handle him.”

It wasn’t that Mike doubted Blip, it was just that he wanted Ginny to have the best first possible game back and he didn’t want Livan screwing it up by making the wrong calls.

“It doesn’t matter if its the catcher who messes up.” He told Jackie. “The pitcher gets the blame.” He watched as Livan called for a curve ball. “No, her curve isn’t ready yet.” He grumbled. “But if I know your mom she knows that and…”

Ginny shook him off and threw her fastball. Mike noted the irritated shift in Livan’s stance, but the batter missed.

“That’s my Baker.” He grinned, pointing to the field. “That’s a strike. It means Livan’s never going to be as good of a catcher for mommy as I was.”

“Da.” Jackie agreed.

“That’s right.” Mike gave her a little bounce. “Making you was the best thing that ever happened to my ego.”

Ginny was changing when she heard an excited uproar from outside. She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who was out there. The door opened and Mike poked his head in.

“I could have been indecent.” She said as he walked in.

“That comes later.” He shut the door. “Besides. Your two biggest fans are here.” Jackie was sleeping. Ginny took her and gave Mike a kiss. “You waved off Livan.” he mumbled. “It was awesome.”

“What happened to the angry captain who told me to trust my catcher?” Ginny teased, stealing another kiss.

“No, I told you to trust me.” Mike corrected. “It’s completely different.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Go away.” Mike said. Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Come in.”

Salvamini poked his head in. “Hey. The guys were wondering if we could hang out with Jackie.”

As though she knew they’d asked for her. Jackie opened her eyes and yawned.

“You woke her up.” Mike accused, reaching for her. “And now she’s going to want her dad to-”

“Ma.” Jackie insisted, grabbing hold of Ginny’s shirt. Mike’s jaw dropped and Ginny couldn’t help the surge of satisfaction she felt as she sauntered to the door.

“Start calling everyone we know, Lawson.” She said. “I believe baby has a new favorite.” She followed Salvamini out the door holding Jackie up. “Who wants to say hi to the cutest Padre?”


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