who told you to have such small arms

more batfam hcs

— Cass carries puppies belly-up like babies. She even carries Titus like that. All the kids have pics of huge, grumpy Titus on Cass’s little arms

— Dick is allergic to crawfish and he found out on a gala night. Bruce had a fit when he saw his small boy swell up like a watermelon, and now he always has EpiPens ready because Dick unironically loves seafood

— You know who hates seafood, tho? Tim (and Damian, for different reasons)

— Steph has really bad sense of direction. She got lost the first time she rode alone to the Wayne Manor. She went in circles around the whole damned estate, gave up, and when she told Tim, he couldn’t stop laughing about it for days. “How could you not see the building??”

— Jason knows how to cook well, but don’t ask him to bake anything. The last time he baked something, there was soot in the ceiling and a cake blew up

— Bruce mixes up names so often, it’s become a meme between the batboys. Dick responds to Tim, Tim responds to Jason, Jason responds to Damian, and Damian responds to “the short one”.

— Tim has a rigorous alarm schedule for his ADD medication

— Cass emulates Bruce sometimes, and it scares the living crap out of Dick when he hears something Bruce would say through her tiny quiet voice

— Jason’s favorite color is blue (:

— On movie nights, Bruce ends up crushed under all his sons and daughter snoring on top of him. Sometimes it gets him teary eyed because this, this is his family, and Jason why is your knee jabbing my ribs, please

“So Cold” (part 2) - (Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by teenwolf

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REQUEST : Is there a possible part 2 to “So Cold?”
(I’m sorry this is a bit short but I didn’t have a lot of inspiration..)

(PART 1)

Scott and Stiles rushed through the doors of Beacon Hills Memorial. Scott was carrying (Y/N) who was unconscious again. Melissa McCall ran over to Scott and Stiles and froze for a second when she saw (Y/N)’s small and pale body resting into Scott’s arms.

“What happened?” Melissa asked the two teenagers.
Stiles remained silent while Scott explained the whole story.
“OK, I need all the blankets you can find, now! We have a fifteen-year-old girl showing signs of hypothermia!” Melissa ordered to a few nurses.
“Follow me.” She told the two boys and they brought (Y/N) into a room. A doctor came in and Melissa let him know (Y/N)’s medical condition before leading Scott and Stiles out of the room.

“I have to get back to work but I’ll be back, OK? Let me know if you guys need anything.” Scott’s mom disappeared into the elevator and Scott and Stiles were left waiting in the hallway.

“It’s all my fault.” Stiles said, putting his head in his hands.
“Stiles, don’t. It’s not your fault, alright? And blaming yourself is only going to make this worse.” Scott tried to reassure his best friend the best he could.
“I should’ve heard her sneak out, I should’ve known something was wrong.” Stiles sat on the floor.
“Hey, she’s gonna be okay.” Scott sat next to him.

They both waited here for a good half an hour before a doctor came to meet them. Stiles stood up immediatly and couldn’t hide his stress any longer.
“What is it? Is she okay?” Stiles spoke quickly.
The doctor held his hands in the air, to tell Stiles to calm down.
“She’s fine. We managed to get a normal body temperature and she should be awake in a few minutes. You guys probably saved her life.” The doctor said, smiling.
“Can I go see her?” Stiles asked, relieved but still concerned.
“Sure.” The doctor said and Scott thanked him before he left the hallway.
“Did you tell your dad?”
“Yeah. He should be here any minute.”

Scott and Stiles both entered the hospital room. (Y/N) was lying on her bed, her yes closed as if she was sleeping peacefully. Her skin wasn’t so plae anymore and she looked more alive than she did when they found her in the woods.
Stiles walked over the bed and held (Y/N)’s hand, surprisingly, her hand didn’t feel so cold anymore.

Her eyes opened slowly and she looked around the room, confused. She tried to sit but Stiles stopped her gently.
“Hey, don’t move. It’s okay, you’re okay. You’re in the hospital now.”
“Stiles?” (Y/N)’s voice was showing a bit of fear. She didn’t remember how she got here.
“I’m right here, I’m not leaving, don’t worry.” Stiles squeezed her hand to reassure her. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”
“I should be the one apologizing.” Said a voice at the door, it was the Sheriff. He walked towards her daughter and hugged her.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never should’ve yelled at you and I never should’ve doubt you.”
“Dad, it’s okay, it’s not your fault. I never should’ve left the house in the middle of the night like this, it was stupid.” (Y/N) looked down, feeling stupid. What was she thinking going into the woods in the middle of night in a town full of supernatural creatures and werewolf hunters. Something way more worse than stepping on a bear trap could’ve happened to her.
“We’re just glad you’re okay. You scared us, you know.” Scott said, kissing her forhead. (Y/N) was like a sister to him.

(Y/N) smiled to Scott and looked back at Stiles.
“Thank you for finding me, for always being there for me, for everything. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Probably something stupid like, I don’t know, not bringing any torch when you go into the woods at night?” Stiles said, ironically.
They all laughed and squeezed (Y/N) into a tight hug.

Invincible (Calum Hood)

You were browsing the baby section of the supermarket, looking for something for your niece’s birthday. You made your way to where the cups were at - your sister told you that her daughter needed a new cup as well after losing her favorite one at the fair last weekend, so you decided to pick one up while you were there - when you jumped as felt tiny arms wrap around your leg. You looked down and saw a little boy with dark, messy hair and big brown eyes who couldn’t have been older than three smiling up at you.

“You are the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen,” you gushed with a small laugh. He held his arms up to you and you looked around. You saw no trace of anyone running around or shouting for a lost child, so you shrugged to yourself, picking him up and holding him on your hip. “So what’s your name?” you asked him.

“Aiden Thomas Hood,” he giggled, gripping your shirt tightly in both of his small hands.

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I’m going to relate this small story to you involving Stevie and sleeping in the bed…

Once, when Tim and I were both able to sleep late one morning (late being past 6am in this case because we’ve aged 30 years since having this baby) and Stevie was getting fussy, so Tim tucked him into the crook of his arm on the bed, told me to keep sleeping and that everything would be fine.  And everything was fine, I kept a hand on Stevie who slept soundly and didn’t have another problem.  Except… EXCEPT, at one point, my husband fell asleep.  I’ve been a light sleeper forever so I heard him rustling and looked up and was MORTIFIED to see him start to turn over in his sleep.  I just about yanked Stevie away until I realized this man… this 6-foot-9, 275lbs man… managed to roll completely over in bed and not touch or disturb Stevie in his little space of mattress between us.

I’m still ridiculously paranoid about it though.

alright but if you want to go the route of pearl basically suiciding repeatedly during the gem wars why make it doubly depressing and assume rose didn’t care or couldn’t stop her? I know it provides excellent angst fodder to have pearl essentially tell connie to displace all hopes of happiness until after she sacrifices herself, but if you rethink it and remember that pearl’s basically recounting her own experiences

then why not have ‘think about the life you’ll have together after the war’ be something that rose told her? I mean it’s honestly one of the most beautiful sentiments of the episode, that striving and wanting what you get when you’ve earned your rest

and does it not suit rose quartz? rose who loves her pearl so much, who is desperate to get her to stop throwing her life away, needing to give her some other priority than saving her liege right now? whispering her promises at night, in her arms, in the small spaces between battles. kissing her palms and telling her what she can have, what they’ll have. together. but only after. only if she makes it through, makes herself last as well as rose. only if they survive this together.

think about rose promising her everything, after the war. not to incite her to die. to inspire her to live.

A pretty girl with butterfly clips in her dreadlocks put her hand on his arm. “You were amazing,” she told him, her voice fluting. “You have the relfexes of a striking snake. You should be a stuntman. Really, with your cheekbones, you should be an actor. A lot of people are looking for someone as pretty as you who’d do his own Stunts.”

Alec threw Magnus a terrified and beseeching look. Magnus took pity on him, putting a Hand on the small of Alec’s back and leaning against him. His attitude and the glance he shot at the girl clearly communicated ‘my date’.

“No offense,” said the girl, rapidly removing her Hand so she could dig in her bag. “Let me give you my card. I work in a talent agency. You could be a star.”

“He’s foreign,” Magnus told the girl. “He doesn’t have a social security number. You can’t hire him.”

The girl regarded Alec’s bowed head wistfully. “That’s a shame. He could be huge. Those eyes!”

“I realize he’s a knockout,” Magnus said. “But I am afraid I have to whisk him away. He is wanted by Interpol.”

Alec shot him a strange look. “Interpol?”

Magnus shrugged.

“Knockout?” Alec said.

Magnus raised an eyebrow at him. “You had to know I thought so. Why else would I agree to go on a date with you?”

—  Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood, Cassandra Clare, The Course of True Love (and First Dates)
You Should Be Here - Claire 1

It was a beautiful sunset, even blocked by the other houses on the row. The view, she thought with a small sigh of regret, would have been perfect from the North Tower at Lallybroch. You could see for miles, letting the expanse of sky overwhelm and calm you all the same.

As Claire held a finally-sleeping Brianna in her arms, a single tear sliding down her cheek. She didn’t brush it away, too tired to try to hide it anymore. It was April again, which meant it had been a year - a whole year without her first, second (who was counting?) husband told her to go, to leave and safe herself and their child. Looking down at her five-month old daughter, Claire usually thought it had been worth it. What would have happened if she had stayed? What kind of life could the three of them had together? After all, Jamie had just killed Dougal, and he was going to fight on the fields of Culloden, for an outcome Claire knew very well.

Usually, that was how Claire was able to justify her returning. She was returning to life, and safety, as well as to the comforts she had known previous to her first fall through the stones. She would sacrifice anything for her little red-headed daughter, and though it ached her to do so, sometimes that meant depriving herself.

That wasn’t to say she didn’t see Jamie. She saw him everyday in Brianna as she grew, remarkably quickly for a baby of her age, strong and firm, but beautiful and oh so precious all the same. And some nights, when Frank was out and she had the house to herself and the baby, she could feel Jamie beside her, touching her, bringing her to ecstasy, leaving her panting in the sheets. It would only be when she opened her eyes, her hand wet, that she would realize that it was only a memory, and his hands had not been there - only hers.

Most days, and even most nights she could get by. But tonight, on that one year anniversary, she felt as far away from her home in Scotland in the 18th century as she was 200 some years in the future. “You should be here,” she said to the wind, quietly. “Brianna can sit up all by herself now. Frank wants to start her on mushy peas and mashed potatoes, but I wouldn’t mind keeping her on my breast a little longer. I’m being selfish, I know,” Claire said with a chuckle. “But it makes me feel close to you. And to her. It’s our special time. Once she starts on solid foods, anyone can feed her. It’s just not…” Claire looked up at the sky, the tears in her eyes now freely flowing. “You and I should be having this argument. You’d want to get up in the middle of the night and feed her, saying you could do it just fine with cow’s milk, and you wanted the time alone. We’d end up feeding her together because I was convinced she wasn’t old enough for cow’s milk, and you wouldn’t leave me alone. She’s our baby in every way.”

Brianna stirred, poking a fist out of her blanket. She wiggled it in the air a few times, as if to shake out a cramp, and then settled back against Claire’s chest, making small sleepy noises. Claire stroked the hair and watched the flicker of a smile come across her daughter’s face - just like Jamie’s. “You should be here, Jamie. Damn it.”

By now the sun had sunk behind the houses, leaving a darkening blue sky that reminded Claire of their trip back to Castle Leoch after they got married, sleeping under the stars. They should have had more moments like that. They should have had moments like that as a family. “You should be here,” Claire said finally to the wind before turning back to go into the house.

((Anyone crying yet? Goodness knows I did writing it!))