you are not the child i raised

I’m seeing a lot of discussion on my dash about this, so here’s my unasked two cents that will likely get people angry with me:

I don’t know if they’re doing Clone!Hook. I don’t know that they’re killing Emma. But if I had to choose between the two, I would take killing Emma over Clone!Hook any day.

I find the potential of the narrative arc of Hook struggling with his grief over losing his wife while trying to raise their child (because let’s be real, there will be a CS baby) a far more compelling narrative than Emma and Hook disappearing from the narrative, with the latter being replaced by a copy that’s not even really him.

I am intrigued by the idea of the man who doesn’t really think highly about himself on his own being tasked at raising this tiny human into being a good person. You know he has doubts about whether he can be a good parent or not, and when they made a decision to make a baby, he likely felt that Emma would be a positive influence, and far better than him: the one-handed pirate with a drinking problem. What happens when he’s the only parent this kid has though?

As for Clone!Hook, I’m not really here for it. He’s not really going to be Hook. He’s expendable. Would Regina or Henry really care about him? Would the general audience? Is it even a fair thing to do the character? Does he have Hook’s memories, and therefore was essentially forced to exist without his offspring? Why does he get cloned, but also not Regina and Rumple? They have lives and friends. The only narrative reason to do that would be to keep Captain Swan intact, which is fine as a shipper, but as a viewer and storyteller, that sounds like a plot hole-y cop out that also sort of tarnishes Emma’s character too.

Maybe this makes me a bad CS shipper, but oh well. I am not here for the Clone!plot.

reminder that i live n will die for clinton francis barton who is deaf and suffers from depression nd ptsd and is a victim of child abuse and is yet doing His Best every day and my child katherine elizabeth bishop who is a sexual assault survivor and still angry but yet out here helping to make the world a better place nd being Kind and Supportive and The Hawkeyes (2012–2015) by matt fra/ction and da/vid aja truly Did That yet y'all slept on it for ur Walmart brand mcu farmer

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I really, really appreciated Jared’s thoughtful answer to this question (SDCC 2017) (for @semirahrose, who I know feels the same)

Do you know what pisses me off the most about the dreaded “Autism Moms”?

Let me tell you, as an autistic adult who also was a main caregiver for an autistic boy (my brother). 

For the record:  I swear that if you use this post to say autism makes people violent and abusive, I will send 12,000 angry geese to flock in your bedroom and destroy every item that you treasure the most. AND I will eat the leftovers you had planned on eating for lunch tomorrow. Don’t you fuckin dare miss the point of this post. 


Listen up. I got a story for you.


Bit of background first.


My boy, my little hobbit, was born when I was ten years old. My mother left him alone with my grandparents and me. She legit abandoned him. 

My grandparents weren’t sure they could take him in. 
I begged. I pleaded. I asked as hard as I could to let us keep him and not give him back to my mother. 

Of course, they said yes. 

I dutifully became the protective older sister.


I would bathe him up until the week I left for college. I measured his medications and crushed them into his favorite yogurt. Blue, if you were curious.I made sure his food was perfect - french fries made just like he wanted, a chicken fry sandwich complete with his favorite McDonald’s sauce we bought in bulk.  
I went to his speech and occupational therapies several times a week, and practiced the things he learned. I went with him to his first day of school.

I even did a middle school project all about autism (which I am slightly embarrassed about, as I mentioned A$ in it ugh). I read all the autism books a 12 year old could find, and immersed myself in the Vanderbilt paperwork. I delved into the world of IEPs, visual schedules, and basic sign language.

And now, I’m still sending them resources and information on medications, papers for teachers, and going over doctor notes for him - despite being six hours away. 

(Of course, I was an undiagnosed autistic girl who also needed quiet. When I wasn’t needed to do these things, I was often in my room away from the loud television and people. I wasn’t a perfect caregiver, but I did do a lot.)

All of that to say: yeah, it wasn’t easy. But since when is raising a kid ever easy? I started looking after this boy when I was ten years old.

But here’s what infuriates me.

I read all the time about these autism moms who complain about how terrible their lives are. They say they’re afraid of being hurt and their lives are destroyed. Some even talk about killing their kids.


You know what?

Yeah, I got hurt by him or when helping him. I got bit, scratched, hit, and everything else. Usually it was just him being frustrated over lack of communicating his needs, so I was rarely angry. 
I ran after him when he went out the door straight for a lawnmower and I fell to the concrete. I grabbed him right before he ran into a street and ended up with my arm covered in blood.

I was kicked in the head and given a traumatic brain injury that requires me to now use a cane, and has caused a ton of nervous system issues. I even use a wheelchair part-time due to another condition that occurred afterwards. I’m only 20, and my health is pretty comparable to someone with congestive heart failure.

And you know what? 

I never in a million years thought about hurting my little brother.


I still don’t blame him. He was often overwhelmed, and had meltdowns. As an autistic person myself, I understood it - even if I didn’t know I was autistic at the time. (I suspected, but was too focused on other things.) 
I don’t know if I’ll ever get better health-wise, and that’s okay. I don’t know if I’ll get to run and dance again, or if there’s worse effects to come. It’s just what it is, and I’ve accepted that. 

He’s a child. It’s not his fault. He once asked me if it was, and I hugged him tight and said absolutely not. 

I say all this not to demonstrate how violent autistic people can be, but to demonstrate that I get where these autism moms are coming from.

  Again, for the record, autistic people are far more likely to be abused and assaulted. 

Remember how I said  I get where they’re coming from?

Yeah, that’s still not an excuse to be harmful toward your child. Ever.


You don’t give your babies bleach, shock them, or starve them. You don’t talk about them as if they’re literally a death sentence for you. And you sure as hell don’t want to murder your little ones. 

And if you literally want to kill your kid, if you would rather have a dead child than an autistic one, I have news for you.

You don’t deserve that child, and you better back up and understand this.


You autism moms need to stop. You need to listen. 


Your kids are going through a world that wants to “cure” them, force them into suffering so they can look “normal.” Your kids are going to spend their entire lives dealing with a world that is hostile to them. People try to assimilate us to save their own pride, at the expense of our own comfort and stability. 
Your kid is going to go through life being told that they should be literally “treated” with electroshock therapy because of their neurology. They’re going to be told that they shouldn’t reproduce. They’re going to be told that they’re not worth having space in this world. Your kid is going to grow up one day, and they’re going to hear this and internalize it. 

I know that, because that’s what I hear every day. 

You say it’s so hard to have an autistic kid?

Well, of course it is. But you know what?

Kids are hard.
They’re going to kick, hit, pinch, and everything else. Even neurotypical kids do that. I don’t know a single kid who hasn’t bit their caregiver or thrown something when grumpy. 
(I’ll say it again for those in the back: autistic kids are way way way more likely to be abused and hurt.)

When you have a kid, you sign up for this. You love that little one unconditionally, you protect them with all your heart. You give them support. You love that child even if they have a disability, especially when they have a disability.

You teach them that they are allowed to exist, that they are just as valuable and needed in this world like anyone else. We need all the neurodiversity in this world we can get. 

You teach your child that they’re not a burden. You teach them how to say no and that autonomy is often more important than compliance. You teach them that you love them, and that they will always have someone in their corner to back them up when times are tough.


I don’t care how hard you think it is raise an autistic child.

Trust me, I know full well it’s hard. Parenting is hard. It’s not easy, and it’s not always roses and fluffy kittens. That has nothing to do with having an autistic kid; that’s just a fact of life. 

The fear of getting hurt is valid. I can attest to that, and I don’t think I can downplay that. But that behavior is communication, and you have to learn how to read it. I did. You have to fight for better supports, for ways to make it easier on your kid - and by doing this, easier for you too. 


Sure, it’s hard.

But you know what? Your kid’s going to have it much harder. 

43 Reasons to Love Misha Collins

1. He is kind 
2. He is selfless
3. He is flawed
4. He is sarcastic
5. He’s seen the worst that the world and humanity can give and became the opposite
6. He loves freely and openly
7. He is passionate
8. He is messy
9. He is genuine
10. “Be kind to yourself so you can be happy enough to be kind to the world”
11. He is bright
12. He is intelligent
13. He is witty
14. He is sharp
15. When he realized how much of an impact he had, he founded a non profit charity that promotes small random acts of kindness and created a scavenger hunt that fosters creativity to raise funds for that charity
16. He is an incredible actor
17. He is the father every child needs
18. He is an attentive husband
19. He is a loving friend
20. “I want to live in a world where the word ‘normal’ is an insult”
21. He is real about life sometimes being complicated and confusing
22. He fights hatred with kindness
23. He is present
24. He doesn’t take himself too seriously
25. He wakes up early to hand out coffee at ComicCon, stays up late to serve dinner, because he gives love in spades
26. He values family
27. He supports everyone at once without ever knowing it
28. He recognizes and owns his mistakes and learns from them
29. He believes that people can grow
30. “Do what you love and the 'good’ will follow”
31. He believes in the power of one person
32. He is proof of that power
33. He helps people living in the dark see the light
34. He allows people to love themselves, quirks and all
35. He understands things on a deeper level than most; he seems to immediately comprehend the meaning behind words and empathize with the experience even if he lacks a personal frame of reference
36. He stands up for those who can’t stand up for themselves
37. He fights on behalf of all
38. He sees beyond himself
39. He is vocal about injustice
40. “I am passionate about tea, running, the idea that we are bound only by the limits of our imaginations, and maple syrup”
41. The way his smile lights up a room
42. The way his laugh is contagious  
43. The way he is unapologetically himself and in doing so, helps others do the same

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MISHA. WE LOVE YOU.

baby fever [parenthood series #1]

 summary: Bucky wants a baby. || fluff & nsfw || [future]dad!bucky x reader ||

warnings: your heart will grow like the grinch at this sweet content, nsfw, smut, trying for a baby, fear of parenthood, [intentional] unprotected sex, mentions of prenancy, mentions of Steve/Natasha and their baby Sarah

note: I’ve been posting dad!bucky fics here and there, so I decided to make a legit series and stuff about it called ‘Parenthood.’ This series will show everyone how Bucky’s little family was started, and how they progress through milestones and all of that. Here’s the first part called ‘Baby Fever!’ 

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Feysand Growing up HC

-What if Rhys and Feyre were raised in Velaris together?

-Being economically successful, Feyre’s father is close friends with the High Lord. Both  their respective wife and mate have children around the same time. 

-The Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son are practically raised in unison.

-They nap together. They take their first steps together. They’re potty-trained together. They share toys as toddlers. They finger paint together. They take naps together. They take lessons from Rhys’s mother. Basically, they live together. 

-When they’re 3 months old, they’re sharing a crib and boom the bond clicks. Though, not so boom because they’re babies and they don’t feel it.

- Their parents don’t know because the only thing they notice is that their kids are now sleeping right next to each other. 

-They become an iconic childhood duo.

-The one thing everyone wonders, though, as the two run down the Rainbow, is “When is their mate bond gonna snap?”

-Feyre and Rhys can’t tell, they just believe that this is what a best friend is supposed to be like, since Rhys’s parents are their only mate example.

-When Rhys starts to learn how to fly, Feyre is pissed. Her dialogue for two weeks is a relentless stream of “This is not fair.” “Why do you get to fly?” “You’re not even grateful, you prick.” “I want to fly.” “Why can’t you take me with you?”

-Rhys, being a child, sticks his tongue out at her.

-Momma Rhys watches from the kitchen. Once Feyre storms out, she calls to Rhys, “You are not my boy if you don’t go out of your way to take a female in your life flying.”

-Momma trains her son real quick in the art of carrying someone else while flying. 

-The dispute is solved.

-After years of the best childhood ever, Rhys’s mom declares that she’s raising her son as an Illyrian. 

-Feyre and Rhys say their goodbyes, and when he’s finally gone it hurts

-They both write it off as distance from their best friend. 

-For a few years, they remain pen pals. 

-”Remember that savage, Cassian? We are starting to get along.” 

-”My sister Nesta is becoming almost intolerable now. I miss your mom.”

-”My mother says hello. She misses you too. We have a new addition in our home. His name’s Azriel. He’s very quiet.”

-”I wish you could come and take me flying.”

 -Slowly, they piddle out until one of these letters becomes the last.

-Feyre’s family loses their status, not to the starving devastation of ACOTAR, but enough so that they fall out with the High Lord. 

-Rhys finds comfort in Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren. Feyre becomes a recluse, until the tale of the Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son becomes an obsolete story.

-Feyre and Rhys try romantic relationships with others, but they always fall short. 

-Years later, after the blood rite, Rhys returns from the camps.

-A large party is thrown in his honor, and neither looks for one another.  But, like a compass that always points North, somehow the two find each other. 

-It’s as if they were spinning in circles for years, stumbling, trying to recover, until they smile at each other. 

-The looks hits hard, only comparable to the instant when the world seems rightside-up again after all that turning. 

-It’s a night like no other. Years have passed, but they recognize each other. Conversion is easy. They don’t sleep, talking all night. 

-When he leaves again and the pain that faded all those years ago becomes incredibly strong once more, they know. 

-Rhys doesn’t even question his duties before he hauls ass back to Velaris letting the tug in his chest drag him through the city. 

-She sits alone at a café, slowly nursing a tea to ignore the ache growing in her chest. 

-No thoughts pass through his mind as he dives down and collides at full force with the street outside the little fence that surrounds the café patio. 

-A large cloud of dust forms. People scream and hide. Chaos ensues for fear of attack.

-Feyre stands calmly, throws a leg over the fence, and walks into the cloud. 

-Rhys looks around like a wildcat for her.

-She sees him. She loses her breath. A cataclysmic force runs through both of them as the bond snaps fully at their eye contact. 

-”There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

-They’re in each other’s arms. They’re flying. They’re laughing. They’re kissing because oh gods it makes sense. All the years, the friendship, the pain. It makes sense. 

-”I can’t believe it,” Rhys says, breathless in-between kisses, “it was you. All this time it was you.”

-More kissing, sloppy kisses as they grin like fools. 

-”I’m glad it’s you,” Feyre whispers.

-He leans his forehead on hers. “Me, too. Darling. Me, too.”

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I’m re-reading the manga for fun and d’awwwww I really love these two panels. My fave is Midoriya and Bakugou sleeping like that all sprawled out, (well all the boys are), but they look the cutest to me. Bakudeku feels, even with the composition that leads our eye to the darkest things within the panel. Mineta’s head as a composition element leads us to Midoriya and Bakugou. Bakudeku feels.

Also Ashido Mina I love you omg:

All the sprawled out folks are the best here with their funny sleeping positions. Even Uraraka with only her arms spread out, is so cute. Also best foot rest goes to Jirou <3

Also…..Hagakure-honey….I know no one can see you and you’re all girls, but where are your pajamas, child. You’ll get a cold like that.

Also, I really wanna know who this is:

….Looks short, so maybe Izumi Kouta? Tokoyami can’t be that short looking compared to everyone, even if he is the shortest with Izuku, and with their butt raised in the air, gotta take perspective into account too. But still. I think it’s Kota, I guess. If that is Kota, that’s adorable he slept over with them even if he doesn’t really like ‘em.

“Did You Just Stab Me?”

Pairing: Bucky X Mutant!Reader

Words: 1685

Warnings: Sort of angsty. I don’t know what to file this under. I guess some humor?

Summary: “Did you just stab me?”

A/N: This is for @bladebarnes 4K celebration Writing Challenge. CONGRATS DARLING :) :) :) Permanent tag list is closed. Sorry! Bucky tag list is nearly closed. Others are still open so let me know if you want to be tagged and what you want to be tagged in HERE (in anything but the permanent tag list).

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Karma is Oh So Sweet

Note: Not really a revenge story on my part, but I believe this is a fine example of cosmic revenge for a larger hole. Long story, TL:DR at the end.

About seven years ago, I was in my sophomore year of high school. Let me just mention this, I was not your typical student:

  • I came from one of the poorest family in this town of three thousand. My dad was physically disabled for years before this and had been unemployed since I was in third grade. This left my mom the only working member of my family until my dad was put on disability. My dad, however, did not get put on disability UNTIL my sophomore year of high school, so around eight years, my mom was the only one working. In fact, there were times when I didn’t even get new clothes to wear for a new year as we couldn’t afford it.
  • I am legally mentally disabled. I was diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome in eighth grade and, legally, should have been in some special classes. This led the school to alter my schedule without my permission and resulted in my mom’s wrath to the school.
  • I am clinically depressed and went through a time when I did not take my medication as it made me aggressive. I have since switch medications and have become a lot calmer as a result.

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dissonance [5]

summary: Go where your heart takes you. || hades!bucky x persephone!reader || mythology au

warnings: demeter is introduced and she is a cunt-nugget supreme, falling out between famiy, use of the word whore, and i think that’s it

notes: I know I said I was going to make this a fluffy scene between Y/N and James, but I had to throw some kind of discourse in there somewhere (blame H). I hope you guys like this, sorry for the long wait. Also, I imagine the cottage to look somehwhat like the one in the gif, only a little smaller. 

Feedback is always appreciated!

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it’s still so wild to me that gavin is The Gay One out of michael and gavin. like. yeah michael’s the one who makes more grand statements about how important gavin is in his life but gavin’s the one who’s like “hey michael do you think we’re predestined” “hey michael would you raise a child with me” “hey michael would you marry me” “hey michael would you get gay married to me AND raise kids with me” “hey michael i’m gonna make my character kiss you” while michael’s response to all of this is just. heavy sighing.

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Child Virgil and painting. He gets like his little edgey hoodie covered in rainbows and the others see it, but he looks so damn proud that he made it look so much more colourful n happy that they cant be mad. Even if he did make a mess in his room, and its all over his hair and face

hi bless you for this adorable idea

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“Virgil?”

Roman looked around for the youngest side. He couldn’t have gotten far. They were on an adventure in Roman’s dream world, and Virgil was too scared to go off on his own. Strange.

Roman called for Virgil a few more times as he walked further into the woods. He began to worry more as with every call he got no response. This was bad. So, very bad. Logan, and Patton were going to kill him. Thomas would have no fear, or shame. He’d be a carefree moron again, but permanently this time. They wouldn’t have their adorable little ball of sunshine to protect them anymore. They-

A tiny voice calling for him stopped him dead in his tracks.

Roman looked down to see a small child who looked a lot like the youngest side, but of course in child form. Dark eyeshadow under the eyes, purple bangs, and an edgy black & purple yet smaller hoodie.

“Vir.. Virgil?”

The boy who resembled Virgil said nothing, and instead glared up at Roman as he made grabby hands. Roman snapped out of his shock, and picked the boy up. He studied his face intently then turned to see where they were. Outside the dragon witches lair. On the door was a note that read, “I’ve put a curse on your dear friend. Understand what I want from you, and the curse will end.”

“Oh, dear. What have I done?”

Virgil glared at Roman, and tried to speak.

“You’re dumb, Pwincey. I’m nwever coming here with you again.”

Roman’s heart swelled at the sound of Virgil’s child voice, but no now is not the time to coo over him. He needs to leave his dream world, and tell the others what has happened.

So, with a heavy sigh, Roman reluctantly headed out.

Once he returned to his room he set Virgil on the floor.

“Uhh.. Can you walk?”

Virgil glared up at the prince yet again, and stumbled to his feet.

“I’m like a.. five year old or something. Yes, I can walk.”

Even still Virgil struggled, unused to walking with a small body, and almost fell.

Roman chuckled, and picked him back up.

“Yeah, we’re just gonna do this for now. Onward, little prince! We have some, hopefully not angry, sides to talk to.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, and rested his head against Roman’s chest, accepting his fate.

Roman carried him out to the common room where the other sides were sitting, and awkwardly cleared his throat to get their attention.

Patton was the first to look up as Logan was too absorbed in his book. Once Patton noticed the small Virgil he gasped.

“Who is that?! Where did you get a child?! Awww he’s so cute!”

Logan snapped his attention to them as soon as he heard the word “child” leave Patton’s mouth.

“Roman… What did you do to Virgil?”

Patton raised his eyebrows in shock at the logical side then looked back at the child.

“Oh my goodness. That is my child isn’t it? Roman! What did you do to my child?! I mean not like I’m complaining, or anything. He’s even cuter now! But what did you do?!”

Roman sighed, and adjusted Virgil as he was slipping out of his grasp. Virgil yelped, and made grabby hands for Patton.

“Gimme to dad. You’re annoying.”

Patton squealed, and held his arms out. Roman rolled his eyes, and handed Virgil over.

“I didn’t do anything thank you very much! That pesky dragon witch did!”

Logan sighed, and glared at Roman.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea to take Virgil with you. He’s Anxiety for crying out loud. He’s vulnerable. An easy target.”

Virgil glared at the logical side, and stuck his tongue out.

Logan smirked at him, and ruffled his hair. Virgil pouted, and groaned in response. Logan chuckled, and turned his attention back to Roman.

“I will admit he is adorable, but he cannot stay like this. Thomas is an adult. I imagine having his anxiety as a child would give him his childish fears again. You have to fix him.”

Roman groaned, and sat on the couch putting his head in his hands.

Roman lost himself in his thoughts for a little while then eventually looked back at Logan.

“I have to figure out how to do that first. I will return to my dream world, and see what I can do. Just.. keep him occupied for a while. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Roman gestured to Patton who was now talking to Virgil in his playful dad voice then sunk down to his room.

Logan sighed, but couldn’t help smiling at the adorable sight. He walked over to them, and gave Patton a look.

“Okay, Logan. I figured out that he’s still kinda the same Virgil we know. He can sorta understand us, and still has some of his snark. Buuuttt he definitely has some child innocence, and a little bit of ignorance too. He can’t really figure out colors. We could teach him! Just for fun!”

Logan let out something that was something like a mixture of a sigh, and a laugh. This was going to be interesting.

So, much to Logan’s dismay, Patton got out his paint. He let Virgil sit on the floor, and paint some pictures. As he did Patton told him what the colors were, and occasionally what color would look nice where. Eventually Virgil got the hang of it so Patton left him to it as he watched from the couch.

Logan returned to reading his book, and at some point Patton dozed off so now Virgil was unsupervised.

After his third painting Virgil realized he got blue paint on his hoodie. He almost wanted to cry, but he realized it looked kinda cool. With his mouth stretched into a mischievous smirk Virgil took more paints, and smeared them all over his hoodie until he was satisfied with how it looked. It was much more colorful now. It kinda lost its edge, and angst, but he was actually okay with that.

Deciding that painting on things that weren’t paper was a lot of fun Virgil continued to smear paint on his face, his hair, and all over the table. He was a rainbow mess by the time he was done. And at that point he realized he was probably going to be yelled at for making that mess.

Not knowing what else to do, Virgil started to cry silently, and crawled over to the closet so he could hide in it.

Logan looked up from his book, upon hearing the door open and close, and groaned when he saw the mess on the table.

“Virgil Sanders you are dead to me.”

Logan sighed, and started shaking the sleeping side next to him.

“Patton wake up. Your child is in trouble.”

Patton stirred, and mumbled sleepily.

“My precious child could never do anything wrong therefore he can’t get in trouble.”

Logan almost wanted to laugh, but he was furious.

“Patton if you don’t get up I’m going to be the one to reprimand him, and I don’t think you want that.”

With that Patton jumped up, and glared at the logical side.

“Be nice to my baby, Logan. I’ll fight you.”

Logan rolled his eyes, and gestured to the mess on the table. Patton followed his gesture, and frowned.

“Oh, boy.”

“Oh, boy indeed.”

“Uhh, Logan? Where is he?”

Logan immediately stood up, suddenly realizing he hadn’t noticed Virgil’s absence, and frantically started looking.

“Virgil Sanders get out here now!”

Patton got up, and helped Logan search for the boy.

Eventually they heard a soft noise come from the closet. Patton threw it open, and kneeled down to Virgil’s level.

“Virgil! You’re a mess! Look what you did to your new hoodie! Why did you do that?!”

The tears in Virgil’s eyes, and the proud yet slightly worried smile on his face stopped Patton dead in his tracks.

“Oh, Verge. You’re too cute to be mad at. Don’t worry! We’ll just get you cleaned up!”

Patton picked Virgil up, and turned around to Logan, and oh man Logan wanted to be mad. But Patton was right. Virgil was way too cute. Damn, emotions.

Logans sighed, and started to take Virgil’s hoodie off.

“Thank god this is washable children’s paint. Oh, um, Verge.. May I take your hoodie?”

Virgil nodded, and let Logan slip the hoodie off. Logan smiled, and left the two so he could attempt to clean the paint off.

Patton smiled, and ruffled Virgil’s hair.

“Come on, buddy!”

Patton took him upstairs, and quickly got all the paint washed off him.

An hour, and a half later both sides were done with their cleaning tasks. They met back up in the common room. Logan helped Virgil put his hoodie back on then ruffled his hair. He then turned to Patton.

“Child Virgil is not allowed to have paint. In fact I’m sure normal adult Virgil, and paint would also not be a good match. Virgil isn’t allowed to have paint. Period. End of discussion. Thank you.”

Logan sat back down, and picked his book back up missing Virgil’s pouty glare directed his way. Patton noticed, and giggled as he sat on the couch placing Virgil in his lap. He gave Virgil his phone, and let him play some games.

The three stayed like this for a little while. Eventually Roman popped back up.

Logan looked up at him expectantly. Roman frowned.

“I was unsuccessful in my mission to find a solution. Looks like child Virgil is here to stay for a little while..”

Roman braced himself, expecting Logan to get angry, but instead he smirked.

“Well, while that is rather troubling, I will admit that I’ve grown quite fond of Virgil as a child. Maybe him staying this way for some time would be.. nice. Inconvenient, and frustrating yes, but I’m sure we can deal with it for the time being.”

Roman looked at Logan with wide, shocked eyes, but sighed in relief.

“Alright, I will still do my best to resolve this issue, but yes by all means enjoy your time with the little brat.”

Virgil pouted, and glared at the prince then did what absolutely no one expected. He made grabby hands for Roman with a pleading, not a reluctant or grumpy, look in his eyes. Roman smiled, and picked up Virgil who immediately curled up to his chest. Roman’s heart swelled yet again.

“Yeah, okay I could get used to child Virgil. This is adorable.”

Patton squealed, and hugged Roman so now the three of them were in a group hug. Roman laughed, and pulled Logan into the hug by his necktie. Logan sighed, but still happily wrapped his arms around them.

Virgil giggled, and whispered something he kind of hoped no one heard, “If you think the paint mess was bad you’re all in for a tweat.”

Logan groaned, and Roman seemed confused, but wore an amused grin.

“Virgil Sanders you are now officially dead to me.”

The other two grown up sides laughed as Virgil stuck his tongue out at the logical side, and silently braced themselves for all the chaos child Virgil was sure to make them endure.

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ok so yeah since this was the first prompt i got i used it as like an intro story. all other things i write will be like unofficial continuations or something like that. cool? cool.

I think what I like best about Lotor and his generals relationship is the respect and trust between them.

Lotor never disrespects his generals and they never disrespect him in return.

His generals are allowed to do something that most subordinates of the main antagonist aren’t allowed to do. Question him. 

When Lotor’s Generals have issues or confusion about his plans, he doesn’t get mad. He doesn’t make them feel inferior, raise his voice or put them in their place. He explains his intentions clearly. 

You don’t see that a lot with villains and their subordinates. Zarkon is a prime example.

Even if Lotor’s generals do not agree with his ideas, they listen to him. But honestly, I think that’s more akin to their history than anything else. 

I know there was that one episode where Lotor did scold Axca for failing but you have to remember that he is the boss now. Failure should not be an option.
His scolding was more like how a parent scolds their child. You know the line “I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed” That’s how Lotor acted with Axca. Same way

I can see why the voltron crew is saying that Lotor is different from stereotypical villains. Yes, he may be the bad guy but that doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy

if i stay

word: 11k
summary: Y/N and Peter have been dating since Freshmen year but when Peter moves to the Avengers and ends their relationship, will he try and recreate their unforgotten romance when she’s in the hospital?
an: hold on boys and girls, this is about to be a rollercoaster.
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10:19am

Y/N had been sitting in her kitchen, rock music blaring from the speaks while her mother, Samantha, cooked them eggs and made coffee; her father, Christopher, sipped on the beverage in his mug, glasses down the bridge of his nose while looking over an essay that he hadn’t graded yet. Y/N continued to write the musical symbols on her sheets of paper, ready to get her hands on her piano once again. Or even her cello which was sitting in her bedroom, waiting for her. For her fingers to be pressed up against the strings, opposite hand holding the bow, which would help make the beautiful sound evident. She was ready to do it again, ready to leave everything on the stage or in the classroom.

“Here you go,” her mother spoke when she put a white mug filled with black coffee in front of her, the words pulling her half way from her thoughts which had been filling up with the first time she had played a cello.

She had been in second grade in the early fall of two thousand and eight, the school was having each student find an interment to learn for that year, whether it was the recorder or a guitar. Y/N had been biting her lip, not finding an interesting interment. Everyone was going towards guitars and any wind instruments they could get their hands one, but the string instrument that looked to be bigger than her was standing in a cubby, a bow behind it. Y/N made her way to it, losing her parents on the way. Y/N stuck out her finger and plucked the string, a wide smile spreading across her face when she heard the deep sound of the thickest string. Y/N turned back to find her parents, the two adults guiding one another past the children and to their only daughter.

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Dear future daughter…
I’ve been having visions about you before the thought of your conception, intergrated into my conceptualization of the complexion that correlates with the queen you are. Yes, I’m referring to your melanin—which means—beautiful you are—look in the mirror—beautiful you are. Your DNA is apart of the King I am, meaning I could never be your father if I didn’t educate you on what it means to be a queen. So let me start by saying if that man doesn’t respect you, there is no (in between) = your legs, his bed, your mind, nor time.
Baby, let me rewind. You’re not here yet but I need you to be prepared. I need you to look in the mirror and to not be scared but to demand for the human you love to care. Not just for your body but your soul. When he looks at you with his eyes, I need you to make sure it’s not for show. Just because the light is green does not mean you always go. I need you to love like a yellow light, meaning you’re cautious and take it slow. You probably wonder why, but if only you could see 2017 right now with your own eyes, you’d know why seeing you protected is a thought worth making these words cry.
I haven’t even began to dig deep with everything you gone see. Which is why I need you to learn to love with no vision but this world is going to try to make you believe that the things you see are what’s missing. Money is not the motive nor the motivator, belief in your gift is what I need you to treasure. Before I became a writer these words were all dreams, I never counted the dollar but that didn’t mean the dollar wasn’t green. What I’m saying is you’re gonna have a gift and I can’t tell you what that gift’s going to be or even what it means. However, I need you to repeat me after me—no matter what happens I still believe in me.
My queen you are beautiful, you are black, you are magic, you are more than enough — not exact. Let the world know that just because you are magic, does not mean you are here to attack. But always remember to defend your skin because to win you must be conscious within. I’m not saying you can’t watch reality shows, the only problem is when you start to look in the mirror and call yourself—the hoe—or the (bad) bitch when I know I raised a queen, not a child who’s future was destined to be the side chick. Baby girl, understand that there’s more to this life than lies and a side dick.
I also need you to understand politics. See because you are half me, you have been put on this earth and told your life achievements are limited. Listen to me, your life is not for rent, it’s valid—so if you are challenged by the oppressor, I need you to oppress the system of your mind. You can be anything you want to be, you can do anything that you believe. See your daddy is really free, so when it comes to what you have achieved be proud of the persistence of your existence to obtain the impossibilities of what they said you had no ability to obtain. Put a sign on your door that says—please reframe, from using my name if it’s not immersed in the possibility that I posses to bring forth the best version of myself which is covered in wealth.
BABY GIRL YOU ARE THE BEST VERSION OF YOURSELF.
Never be a clone to the clone that copied that other clone. If that energy makes its way into your circle I need you to scream—I RATHER BE ALONE!
I want you to understand and feel my soul when I say I will never leave you. I am your father, which means you are my daughter so there is no way, I won’t be here to love you each day. Maybe I’ll write a never ending book and document how I loved you each day in a new way.
This is the type of love I want you to seek in a man. One that you can feel never ends. Whether you open the book at the end or one day in life you learn that you are better off as friends. That love never fades. Just as I need you to pay attention to the men who hide their insecurities behind their expensive clothes and their fancy Jays, don’t let this be the commodity that makes you sway or stay. Because a man that loves you for you knows it’s not about the money in his pocket or what he pays. But the way he makes you feel day after day.
Love wasn’t initially designed to make your body feel good, but rather lead your mind on a journey to your soul. That’s when you know love is (fo-show). My young queen I can write line after line if it means saving you from souls who are placed here to waste your time. See time is the one thing you can’t get back which is why I need you to be prepared now. I’m not saying it’s going to be easy to be a queen in a world that will criticize your crown because it’s not popular to wear them anymore. But this is when I need you to be you. I need you to be true, not to me—BUT TO YOU.
I love you future daughter.
Dear future daughter…

so i was out with my mom shopping for potted plants or whatever and this little girl came up to me and said “do you like egg?” and i was like “what?” and she whispered “egg. do you like egg?” and i said yes, then she said “give me your hand” so i laid out my hands and she gave me two quail eggs and started to leave before she turned around with the most serious eyes, told me: “take care of them for me.” and then just bolted.

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Spencer Reid x Reader 

The team can hear Garcia’s scream from their desks. They used to jump up and run to her office, but now … not so much. Reid sighs and shakes his head, while Prentiss and Morgan laugh and shake their heads. JJ emerges from her office on the second level of the Bullpen and looks down at the three members of the team below her. “What happened now?”

Prentiss smirks and goes back to writing, laughing to herself. “You never know with Garcia.”

The woman in question bursts through the glass doors right then, a flurry of blonde hair and bright colors as she says, “Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” over and over.

“Who announced they’re getting married now?” Prentiss asks. “Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield?”

“As much as I would love that, no,” Garcia responds as she rushes over to them. “What I want to know is what this is!” She stops in front of Reid’s desks and thrusts her phone (her second spare one, that is) in his face. “Enlighten me, Dr. Reid?”

Reid blinks at the sudden intrusion of his personal space before taking Garcia’s hand and moving it back so that he can see what’s on the screen. He swallows when he sees it’s an Instagram post from your account displaying the picture that he currently has set as his home screen on his phone. Reid and you are cuddled together with him placing a kiss on your cheek, and you laughing.

He raises his eyebrows and spins back around in his chair, burying himself back in his work. “Right. That.”

He can practically feel Garcia’s body heat rising. “That’s all you have to say?” she squeals.

“What is it, Baby Girl?” Morgan asks, leaning over in his cubicle/desk. Prentiss does the same.

Garcia walks quickly over to him. “Only our favorite doctor cuddled up with the nicest, most beautiful woman on the planet!” She thrusts the phone in Morgan’s face. Prentiss leans over and looks also.

After examining the photo for a few seconds, Morgan raises his eyebrows playfully and faces Reid. “What is this, prettyboy?”

JJ sighs from where she still stands on the second level. “Did (y/n) post the picture?”

“Yup,” Reid responds, still not looking up from the file he’s reading.

Prentiss looks up at JJ. “You knew about this?” she asks.

The blonde raises her eyebrows. “He’s the Godfather of my child. Of course I knew.” She smiles and walks back into her office, leaving Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss gaping at her. But they quickly turn their attention back to the doctor.

Morgan whistles appreciatively. “Almost a million likes. Who is this girl, Garcia?”

“She’s totally famous on Instagram and practically everywhere else!” Garcia exits out of the picture of you and Reid and scrolls through your feed so they can see the rest of your pictures. “She’s not really a model, but she also is? I guess? She’s mostly a role model, for, like, everyone, and she raises money for charities and all of that amazing stuff.”

“So this is your girl, kid?” Morgan asks.

Reid finally looks up from his file and looks at Morgan. “My girlfriend, yes. (y/n) and I met about eight months ago when she was on a trip here to D.C. Things just kind of escalated from there, and…here we are. We didn’t really want to tell anyone and let it get out until we were ready.”

“And when, pray tell, were you going to tell us, then?” Prentiss asks.

Reid smiles. “She’s coming to team dinner at Rossi’s on Saturday.”

Garcia makes an almost inhuman squeaking noise at the news, while Morgan and Prentiss just smile. “There we go, kid!” Morgan yells.

“Hey.” The four team members look up at Hotch, who had just walked out of his office. “When you’re all done, BAU room. We have a case.” After they all nod, Hotch continues on his way to their meeting space.

They all stand up and start to gather their things for the meeting. Garcia walks by Reid and places a big kiss on his cheek. He can’t help but blush at the physical contact. “Congratulations.” she says sincerely.

He smiles. “Thanks, Garcia.”

Prentiss and Morgan walk up to him next, and the latter claps Reid on the shoulder with a grin. “Way to go, prettyboy. Your charms finally worked.”

Reid chuckles. “I didn’t even have to use magic this time.”

Morgan grins and wraps his arm around the boy’s shoulders, pulling him into him as they walk up to the meeting.

Originally posted by dxmureminds