you only want two children right

space orcs

But like, aliens being really surprised at how seriously we take our fandoms. I mean they only just got over the fact that we have fiction and not strictly non fiction. They have mostly been convinced that we don’t have powers but they’re still suspicious. For example,

*cue alien accidentally overhearing conversation between two female and one male recruits *

“ HOLY CRAP HELEN, I BET YOU DIDNT HEAR WHAT I HEARD.”

*sigh* “and what exactly did you hear Mary.”

“ DAVE HASNT READ HARRY POTTER.”

“ WHAT” 

“I know right!!!! AND THATS NOT THE WORST PART IS HE WAS DISSING NOT ONLY HUFFLEPUFF BUT SLYTHERIN AS WELL.”

“"ExCUSE ME. OHH I KNOW HE DIDNT DOES HE WANT TO GO. HE WANTS TO GO DOESNT HE. I WILL SHOW HIM WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A SLYTHERIN.”

“"Oh, and did I menTION THAT HE WAS ALSO SAYING THAT PERCYJACKSON WAS FOR CHILDREN.”

“THATS IT HES GOING DOWN, THE FILTHY MUGGLEHEADED MORTAL.”

“"Umm, guys you know that I haven’t read them and they are technically written for kids.

“…” 

“THATS IT IM GOING TO DECAPITATE YOU STEVE”

*alien uncomfortably slinks away to update the human manual to “ not insulted the Hairy Potty or Percy son of Jack*

myeyesonthehorizon  asked:

Hi, I'm writing a story that has a Native (Cherokee) mc. In my story, 70 years into the future, America is trying to rebuild itself after losing WW3, and isn't the safest place to live. My mc' s parents want her to be successful and able to leave America, so they send her to a boarding school in London, where she studies engineering in hopes of getting a job and enough money to get her parents out of America. I wanted to know how to avoid making the school seem like an assimilation school?

Sending a Cherokee Protagonist Away to School and Possible Assimilation Issues

I’m going to tell you something you probably don’t want to hear: there is no way to avoid making this look like an assimilation school, because the plot is built on assimilation and places assimilation as not only necessary, but preferable.

Indigenous groups from around the world have, indeed, sent their children to Western schools because their home was in danger. Many anthropological interpreters, who have lent the best data because they lived in two worlds, are such children. Many negotiators for treaty rights, stopping further colonialism, and teachers are more such children. Every example I could name— and sadly names other than Princess Ka'iulani and Francis La Flesche are escaping me— have the children return to the nation so they can try and negotiate with colonizers, and/or work with anthropologists to preserve culture. They are viewed as a necessary sacrifice in order to survive long term.

Children are so, so, so prized in Indigenous cultures. They are our future, and our societies have fallen apart because our children have been taken away. We try to keep our children close (unless trauma over generations of forced assimilation makes us think it’s for the best our children assimilate, but that is a plot non-Natives should not touch), so sending a child so far away, where there is no hope of them being able to continue their culture, is a level of hopelessness I cannot articulate. Having the goal be to take the parents away is even worse. When everything we do is to protect our ancestral lands, throwing that away is inconceivable to an Indigenous person.

And there lies the crux of why this story has an inescapable assimilation plot. When Indigenous groups send their children away, they do so in order for the children to come back partially assimilated and help protect their home. Natives do not have the concept of giving up their ancestral lands willingly. Every single resistance movement since colonization began has been built on the exact opposite, which is to stay on our homelands as long as humanly possible. Despite everything colonizers have tried to do to have us leave, we refuse to.

You cannot escape the assimilation plot you have, should you choose to go on this course. Read the story of Queen Liliʻuokalani and Princess Ka'iulani. Read the story of Francis La Flesche. Read them as told by their people. Those stories are the narratives for why we send our children away. It is not to help our parents escape. It is to help our lands remain as ours.

~ Mod Lesya

I want to thank my wife, Blake, who is sitting right there, who is everything to me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me - second only to this star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. It’s the Hollywood Walk of Fame, cut me some slack here… You make everything better, absolutely everything in my life better. You’ve given us two of the most incredible children that I could ever hope to have. You’ve made me the father of my dreams when I thought I only had fun uncle potential. So thank you. I love you.
—  Ryan Reynolds about his wife Blake Lively during his speech at Hollywood Walk of Fame Ceremony
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request:  15 & 32 for george weasley? ( not even sure if you write for him but dang, i think your writing is really good and i’m curious on how you’d write for other characters. thank you. 😉 x ) - @bookthrills

word count: ~2200 (i totally lied about the 1500 word limit omg HOW did i go 700 words over my budget)

a/n: so basically i’m a terrible human being and HAD to write this before ANYTHING ELSE. i have so many requests atm AND I LOVE YALL FOR IT IM JUST SO OVERWHELMED so sorry if there’s a delay in ur request im trying my best!!! also this took so long bc im a bad influence and partied after finals. it got bad. ANYWAY I LOVE U AND THANK U SO MUCH @bookthrills UR A GR8 WRITER go check out her blog she rocks my socks

15: “can i kiss you?”

32: do u like me? check yes or no

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To the woman my husband loves. If you’re reading this, then it must be true, he loves you without a shadow of a doubt or else he wouldn’t have given this to you. I can only hope that you feel the same way about him that he does about you. I wanted to write this letter because I wanted you to know one very important thing; I’m so glad he’s found you. I only wish I could be there some how to met you, and maybe in some ways I am. Outside of my husband and my two beautiful children, you are the most important person in the world to me because I am gone and they are yours now. You need to take care of them; make them laugh, hold them when they cry, stand up for them, and teach them wrong from right. The thought of you it gives me hope; hope that Alex remembers what it feels like to be young and in love, hope that josh finds someone to fish with again, hope that Lexie has someone to help her on her wedding day. I hope that one day my family will be whole again. And most of all hope that somehow I’m there with all of you, watching over all of you.

Imagine Chris freaking out about you. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5 is in two letter parts, why? ‘Cause I’m a monster. No shit, I was crying so hard when I wrote this. You can read the previous parts here: (‘Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4) and (‘Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; ‘Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy. X

June 23, 2019; you were thirty-two weeks and Chris was still experiencing the pregnancy with you. Alex was right when he said “they’re surprisingly understanding at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer.” After signing a contract with them, they told both their writer and their director that they were in no rush to start production and could wait until their power couple had their second child before they cracked the hammer. Needless to say, you and Chris were both incredibly grateful to them. It also gave the two of you a chance to assure them that the movie was going to be amazing because it meant you had more time to plan, review, and refine.

At 1:48AM, Chris was still going strong with scene twenty-eight; you, however, had fallen victim to exhaustion and was now fast asleep. Chris looked over at you and chuckled softly, carefully taking your glasses from your face and putting your worn copy of your script aside. He reached for a cashmere throw and was about to cover you with it when you woke due to a sharp, stabbing pain in your abdomen.

“Oh my God,” your hand flew to your stomach as tears filled your eyes. “Chris,” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist with a tight squeeze. His entire body went numb when he saw how pale your lips were becoming from the pain you were experiencing from your sudden contractions; the pain was like your worst period cramps, but ten times more intense. “What’s happening?”

“Breathe,” he advised, trying to do the same himself as he didn’t want to start freaking out too. “We’re only thirty-two weeks, you can’t be-” He cut himself off when you whimpered again, squeezing your eyes shut as you grimaced. “We gotta go to the hospital, I’m going- I’m going to take you to the hospital.” He peeled your hand off his wrist then rose to his feet, scrambling a little as he was on the verge of a panic attack himself.

“No, wait,” you panted; Chris turned around with narrowed eyes. “It’s- um-” you managed a smile because you didn’t want to worry him. “It’s fine, it’s not pa-” A blinding pain shot through you and you cried, making Chris flinch. “Oh my God!” You felt the tears spill out of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. “No, stop,” you shook your head as you saw your husband reach for his phone. “I’m fine, Chris. I’m fin-” you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from crying out as you experienced another contraction.

“You are not fine,” he ignored you as he dialed for Scott; someone needed to look after Jack while he took you to the hospital and he was the closest being only half an hour away. “We’re going to the hospital, Y/N,” he asserted as he rejoined your side, taking your cold hand in his. “You’re freezing,” he muttered to himself.

You tried to sit up straight when you felt something warm flow out of you, you looked down and saw blood which sent you into a panic. “Chris,” you squeezed his hand and he turned to you. “I’m in trouble,” you told him and he frowned. “I’m bleeding,” you started to cry as you beckoned his gaze to your pants.

“Oh my God,” he breathed. “Let’s go, let’s go now.” He helped you to your feet with his phone held up by his shoulder. “We’re- Scott! Scott, oh my God. We need you to meet us at Boston General, Y/N’s bleeding and we don’t- We need you to come get Jack. Please, hurry!” He hung up then supported you as you made your way to the front door.

“What’s happening, Chris?” You couldn’t stop crying and Chris’ eyes were starting to water too. “What’s going to happen to our- Oh, God!” You cried, hunching over as you stopped walking. “No no no,” you whimpered as you started to sob. “I can’t lose her, Chris!” You screamed when he tried to get you to continue walking.

“Hey hey,” he knelt down in front of you, taking both hands in his. “We’re not going to lose her, okay? Look at me, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be fine, you just have to let me get you to the hospital. Just breathe, baby. I’m not going to let anything happen to either of you.” You turned away from him, choking on your tears. “Believe in me, I’m going to take care of you.”

“What’s going on?” Jack’s voice turned both your heads. He and Dodger were awoken by the commotion; he stood on the staircase rubbing his sleepy eyes, whereas Dodger had gone into alert mode and rushed to your side. “Mama, are you okay?”

“I’m-” You bit the inside of your cheek again, not wanting to scare Jack and Dodger more. You reached down and patted Dodger when he nudged his head into your leg, giving him a weak smile. “I’m fine,” you nodded at Chris who was clearly at wits end with worry.

“Bud, come here.” Chris rose to his feet and beckoned Jack over with his hand; Jack ran over and Chris scooped him into his arms. “We’re going to the hospital, okay? Uncle Scott’s going to pick you up from there while I check Mama in.” Jack nodded as he looked over at you, his small face filled with worry. “She’s going to be fine, I’m just going to need your help to keep her calm in the car. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jack nodded. “I’ll walk,” he said as he got his dad to put him down, “you help Mama.”

Jack grabbed his jacket and put on his shoes himself while Chris helped you with yours, trying not to start crying every time you’d whimper or cry out with pain. He made Jack take your hand while he put on his own shoes and jacket, keeping an eye on you the entire time. He told Dodger to stay as he and Jack helped you out, locking the door behind the three of you. You heard Dodger bark a couple times before he quieted down; your heart ached for the pup. Chris helped you into the back seat then helped Jack with his car seat before he got in and drove out to the hospital.

“Mama, it’s going to be okay.” Jack squeezed your hand as you cried softly, breathing through the pain that you wanted to faint from. “You’re going to be okay.” He shared a glance with his dad through the rear view mirror, managing a smile when he saw his dad manage one.

Scott had reached the hospital before the three of you did, he was standing outside the entrance with a nurse and a wheelchair. They rushed over to help you into the chair, asking you questions that you were too panicked to answer so Chris did for you. Scott scooped Jack up and followed behind Chris who was wheeling you behind the nurse.

They took you up to Obstetrics ward and called your gynecologist from there while the resident doctor examined you. Chris stayed by your side the entire time, whereas Scott and Jack waited in the waiting room. The doctor and nurses hooked you up to several machines, checking your blood pressure, temperature, and pulse- which they also did for the baby, making sure her heart was still beating as you couldn’t feel her moving inside you anymore. After deliberating with your gynecologist on the phone, they decided it was best if she came in to help you deliver the baby immediately via c-section.

“Chris,” you cried softly as they prepped you for surgery; your husband held your hand tightly, a little worried that things would turn out badly in the OR. “If anything happens-” You began because you had the same concerns, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

“Don’t you even dare,” he managed a soft chuckle with very limited humor; it was his only way to stop himself from crying. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Y/N. I’m going to be right outside waiting for you to join me in becoming parents to two beautiful children, okay?”

“I’m scared,” you admitted, squeezing his hand tightly. “I don’t want to do this alone.” You shook your head, your lower lip quivered as you tried to stop yourself from crying. “I can’t do this alone, I’m not strong enough.”

“Yes you are,” he brushed your hair back, smiling. “You are the strongest person I have ever met in my entire life, Y/N. Not even Captain America can live up to your level of strength and bravery.” You managed a smile through your fears and tears. “And you are not alone, I am with you always.” He placed his hand on your heart. “Always, Y/N.”

“We’re ready,” the nurse informed you and Chris; you both tensed immediately. “Dr. Vanderbilt is waiting in the OR.” You tightened your grip on Chris’ hand, shaking your head at him because you didn’t want to go in. “You’ll see each other in a few hours.” The nurse shot Chris a look because she was going to need him to let you go seeing as you weren’t going to let him go.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be fine.” He assured you. “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?” You shook your head, tightening your grip as he tried to loosen it. “Baby, you’re going to be okay. I promise you, you’re going to be okay. Trust me, trust yourself, and trust our daughter. She wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” he promised as you felt your grip loosen. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He gently caressed your face and kissed your lips before taking a step back so they could wheel your gurney into the OR.

He held up his hand, giving you a small wave until you disappeared behind the doors. He let out the breath he’d been holding in and leaned against the wall, feeling tears well his eyes. With his arms crossed over his chest and his head buried in his hand, he waited to see you again.

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Moments. Chapter 5: Blessing

Idea explained here

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(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)


Chapter 5: Blessing

Sana looked at herself in the mirror. She had chosen smart clothes, she wanted to look responsible, not like that would matter once she told her parents what she was planning on telling. Sure, her parents had always supported her and respected her decisions, her mom was always saying that she trusted her but it’s one thing saying it and another one actually believing it.

For a brief moment she questioned if it was worth it, if she should even tried but then his smile came to her mind, the way she felt when she was around him and everything seemed worth it. It was going to be difficult but she needed to at least try.

Her parents were in the kitchen, completely unaware of what was going to happen in the next minutes. She took a deep breath and entered the room.

“Hi” she greeted them

“Hi habibti, wow you look really beautiful, are you going somewhere?” her mom asked

“No, but…someone is actually coming”

“That’s okay, everybody is welcomed here” her dad said

“Is it a friend of yours? Noora maybe?”

“No, not Noora, is not…is not a girl actually” she said looking at her feet. “And we need to tell you something important”

“Sana, you’re scaring me. Who’s coming? What’s going on?” Mama Bakkoush asked worried.

Sana was going to answer but the doorbell interrupted her.

“I’ll go” she said

She got to the front door and opened it smiling when she saw him standing at the other side.

“Hey”

Hey” he smiled

“You’re wearing a shirt” Sana said staring at him from feet to head.

“Yes, is it too much? I wanted to seem responsible” he said blushing

“You’re perfect” she said smiling

“And you’re beautiful”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked biting her lip “It’s not going to be easy”

“I’m ready if you are” he nodded

“Thank you” she said

She looked at his hand and slowly reached it, intertwining his fingers with hers. She never thought that the first time she would hold hands with a boy would be in the hallway of her house but she really needed to feel his touch in that moment. Yousef looked at their hands a little shocked about the proximity. He then looked at her and saw the fear in her eyes.

“Hey” he said squeezing her hand making her look at him “Everything is going to be okay”

She smiled and nodded closing her eyes to gain the strength she needed. She let go of his hand and led the way to the kitchen.

“Mom, dad, Yousef is here” she said entering the room with him right behind her

“Good afternoon Mr. Bakkoush, Mrs. Bakkoush” he greeted them politely “I uh…I have something for you”

With all her thoughts Sana hadn’t noticed that Yousef had in fact brought something with him. He was holding a bouquet of flowers which he offered to her mother. Sana’s mom took it from him frowning a little bit but smiling.

“Thank you, Yousef, it’s very nice of you” she said

“And this” Yousef said showing Sana a single bluebell he had in his hand “This is for you”

Sana smiled widely at him, she remembered the first and only time he had given her flowers. That perfect afternoon they had spent together, the afternoon that made her believe that there was a chance for them. She took the flower from him looking tenderly at him. He smiled back at her with the same affection.

“Okay, I think we should take this conversation to the living room” Sana’s dad said standing up from the chair and leading the way to the other room.

Sana and Yousef followed her parents trying to prepare themselves for what was coming. Her parents sat on the couch while both Sana and Yousef stood in front of them.

“So, Sana you said you had something to tell us. I’m guessing it has something to do with Yousef” her mom said

“Yes…I…I don’t know how to start” Sana said “Well, mom, dad, you know I’ve always tried to be the best daughter possible and I’m responsible and I think I’m a good person”

“And we agree with that” Sana’s dad said

“Well, I have to tell you something and I don’t know what you’re going to think about it but I really, really hope that you’re okay with it ‘cause your opinion means the world to me and I don’t think I could do this if I didn’t have your blessing”

“Our blessing for…?” her mom asked

Sana opened her mouth to talk but no words came out of it. She panicked and looked at Yousef for support. He nodded at her and cleared her throat.

“I…we…we like each other” Yousef said “And we…we want to be together”

“Well it was about time” Sana’s dad said chuckling

“Huh?” Sana said looking at him frowning

“You’ve been crushing on each other since you were kids, it was bound to happen” he explained

“What…why…how…?” was all that Yousef could say

“I have to say that you had me fooled for a moment. Last week when you were in the kitchen with us, Sana, and the boys came in you didn’t look at him” her dad said “The poor boy was desperately trying to get you to look at him but you kept staring at the table. I thought something had happened between you but I didn’t want to pry. Then like I told you, I saw you playing basketball on Sunday and I knew things were better, you were smiling again”

“But mom, you said you didn’t want me to spend time with him” Sana said

“Sana, I’m a mother who’s 17 years old daughter is starting to be interested in boys and dating, what can I say? I’m protective of my children” Sana’s mom said shrugging

“Guess the only two people that didn’t know about each other’s feelings were us” Yousef said chuckling

“We still have to talk about this, though” Sana’s dad said serious “What are exactly your intentions with my daughter”

Yousef took a moment to think, what was the right answer to that question? He looked at Sana who was staring back at him with a smile and the answer, the truth, came to his mind instantly.

“I want to make her happy” Yousef said, he then turned to face her parents “I like her, a lot, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I just want to be with her, to be there for her and to make her smile and be happy. That’s all.”

“Yousef, we know you’re a good boy but you have to understand that we have some…concerns about this” Sana’s mom said

“I know and I get it but…you should know that I would never do anything that could hurt Sana or that could put her in a position where she’s not comfortable. I respect her so much and I also respect you and this family”

“You really like him?” Sana’s dad asked his daughter

“I do” she said nodding

And does he make you happy?”

“He does, he really does” she said smiling

Her parents looked at each other for a moment seeing if they were both thinking the same thing.

“That’s all we want Sana, we want you to be happy. We’ve never stopped your brothers from dating anyone and we’re not going to do that to you. And we appreciate the fact that you both came and told us. So if you’re really sure about this…”

“I am” she assured him

“Then you have our blessing”

Both Sana and Yousef smiled widely in relief.

“Thank you, thank you so much” Yousef said

“Thank you, I love you both” Sana added hugging her parents

“We’re trusting you, both of you, you have to be responsible about this” her mom said

“We will, I promise” Sana said

“You can trust us” Yousef finished.

“And what does Elias think about this?” Sana’s dad asked “It’s his best friend and his sister, after all”

“I support them!!!” they heard a voice saying from outside the room

“Elias? Are you listening through the door?” Sana’s mom asked

“No…” he whispered

“Come here” Sana’s dad said rolling her eyes

The door opened and Elias came into the room smiling.

“Hey, looking good bro” he said patting Yousef’s back.

“What do you think about this, Elias?” Sana’s mom asked

“They like each other, he’s my best friend, he’s the best guy I know and I want the best for my sister” he said shrugging “besides, they look really cute together”

Sana rolled her eyes and shook her head while Yousef just chuckled at his friend’s comment.

“Seems like you two have everybody’s blessing then” Sana’s dad said standing up.

He shook Yousef’s hand and gave his daughter another hug.

“Thank you” Sana said once more

“Would you like to stay for Iftar, Yousef?” Sana’s mom asked

“I’d love to, thank you” he said

“Maybe you can help me with the food, I’ve heard that you know how to cook” she said giving her daughter a knowing look

“Of course, I’d be happy to help”

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Prompts: 

“I love your fanfics so much. I have a prompt request: Sana’s parents noticed the looks Yousef kept giving their daughter in the balloon squad in the kitchen clip. Thank you!”

“Hey don’t worry take the time you need to write the prompts we’re sending you! Future prompt: Sana and Yousef talk to her parents about their relationship”


Thank you for the prompts and thank you for reading!

Hope you’ve liked it♥

Leave Room for Ace!

Just a LawLu with a sprinkling of ‘TittM’ references, in which Rosinante lives. Because Law needs someone to bitch to. 

Happy birthday to our Future Pirate King <3

“He’s driving me nuts!”

“What, Luffy-kun?”

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What We Created (7)

Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever

Word count: 1,174

Warning: angst, cliff hanger

A/N: This part is all from Seb’s point of view. I know this part is short, but it’s just a little something so i dont become inactive. This was extremely stressful to write since my writers block is coming back. Sorry if this is bad or seems rushed. I had no idea what to write.. Also some things about Seb and his childhood may be incorrect. Don’t kill me.

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Title: News

Code: JD0005

Requested by: anon

Words: 942

Note: fluffy

“Hey!” You greeted your husband with a quick kiss to his lips as he walked in the door. He smiled, immediately dropping his things and wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you close, and turned your chaste kiss into a more sensual one.

“Happy Anniversary, sweetheart.” Jethro smiled at you, staring into your eyes.

“Happy Anniversary, Jethro.” You turned to grab the potatoes off of the counter. You knew he would complain about your abilities when it came to the meat, but you didn’t mind. Jethro was the type of husband that waited on your hand and foot, continuously. He held the door and pulled out your chair, but never doubted your ability to do things yourself. He was the perfect date to any function with your friends and colleges, but didn’t fail to show you off to all of his when you dressed up and stood on his arm. He ravished you in bed, rough and exciting, but didn’t let you go to sleep without a kiss to your temple and a whispered, “I love you.” You hadn’t been together long, but each day felt like it was exactly what it was supposed to be. You were comfortable. Happy.

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Easter special! ✘ Grant Gustin Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: EASTER SPECIAL WITH GRANT! I know I said I’d post all at once, but I got some unforeseen t.t BUT I HAVE 2 WEEKS WITH NO EXAMS, SO FREE TIME!

✘ Easter’s special posted:

Imagine… You and Sebastian Smythe exchanging easter eggs.

Imagine… Barry giving you an Easter egg.

✘ Which one will be posted: Imagine… You and Earth 2 Barry shopping eastereggs.

I hope you guys like it!

Beta: @lyss-91 sz

Imagine… You giving an Easter egg to Grant.

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin

You were in Grant’s trailer when he finally came in, already changed into his normal clothes and looking completely tired.

“Hey, babe.” He smiled at you, knowing you’d be here for the text message you left earlier.

“Full day?” You smiled in understood.

“Completely.” Grant sighed and sprawled on the couch. “I just want to go home and cuddle with you.”

As sweet as it was, it only made you nervous. In fact, more nervous. Things were good just with two of you, what if Grant didn’t want a third person? What if the time wasn’t right now?

No! You screamed at yourself mentally.

Grant’s life would always be like that, that was a fact. And he always wanted children. So it was all fine.

Right?

“Babe?” Grant called worried with your sudden silence. He sat on the sofa and looked at you. You smiled and went to the fridge, picking up a Barbie Easter egg. You stared at the refrigerator light for a few seconds, trying to calm yourself down. “(Y / N)?”

You closed the refrigerator and finally turned to face Grant, whose worried gaze shifted to confusion as he saw the Easter egg you were holding. After all, you two had already changed the easter eggs and that was a Barbie easter egg!

“Remember how you always told me that you wanted to have kids?”

“Are you pregnant?!” Grant rose from the couch as fast as Flash, approaching you. His gaze alternating between the easter egg, your belly and your face. You nodded, feeling tears in your eyes. Grant’s joy could fill that trailer and the whole set. He hugged you tight, somehow avoiding your belly to avoid hurting the baby, which made it more like a half hug.

“Grant, you can hug me as usual. That won’t affect our baby.’’ Yuu giggled through the tears, feeling as if your heart was bursting with happiness. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt like this, this happy. Grant laughed and held you, putting his face against your neck and saying excitedly, all the fatigue dissipated:

’'I’ll be a dad! I’m going to be a dad!”

Curse my Short Arms!

You might want to read this one first:  Age is no Guarantee of Maturity

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Your cries have been heard and answered.

Two screams echoed thru the castle halls making Shiro, Lance, Hunk, Allura and Coran jolt in surprise there they were gathered on the bridge, as Allura filled them in on what happened after the three paladins had been turned to children.

  “That… sounded like number 4 and 5…” Coran mumbled, stroking his moustache as he glanced towards the door out of the bridge.

  “Please let them not have killed each other.” Shiro sighed as he turned to head towards the sound. The others followed. Hunk with a worried expression while Lance looked bored.

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anonymous asked:

retunia pregnancy scare or maybe letters.

  • petunia evans didn’t want children.
  • and she certainly didn’t want children with a freak.
  • that was off-limits. she would not risk one of her children being magical and maybe another not.
  • she couldn’t bear it.
  • she couldn’t put a child through the pain she went through.
  • but then she met regulus black, and her rules about meddling with lily’s kind sort of just flew out the window.
  • but she was safe; she swore she was safe.
  • regulus didn’t understand the concept of muggle contraception, but he did use magic.
  • he always had used magic.
  • until one day he must have forgot, and she didn’t know the difference.
  • and when she examined the stick in her bathroom, it toppled from her hands and hit the tile floor.
  • she wanted to scream, but she knew her parents would hear.
  • this couldn’t be happening.
  • she tried to take some deep breaths, but she couldn’t handle it.
  • reg was coming over tonight before going back for his final year at hogwarts.
  • she stayed in the bathroom for hours. her parents didn’t bother her.
  • they knew if petunia was doing something like that, she needed to be alone.
  • in the past, she hoped they would break down the door to comfort her anyway.
  • but they never did, and for once, she was thankful for that.
  • petunia heard the rush of regulus apparating into her bedroom.
  • “tuni?” she heard him whisper, “are you here?”
  • she leaned on the bathtub for support as she pulled herself up from the ground.
  • her make-up was smeared, and her blonde hair was tied into a messy knot on the top of her head.
  • she looked positively awful, and she would usually never let him see her like this.
  • but tonight, she didn’t care.
  • as soon as she came out of the bathroom with the pregnancy test in hand, regulus rushed over to her and cupped her face.
  • “what’s wrong? do you not feel well?”
  • she couldn’t help it; she started bawling.
  • he comforted her and soothed her until she pulled away from him.
  • she silently handed him the stick, and he looked at it with a confused expression.
  • “what is this?” he asked her.
  • now angry, she spat, “it’s a pregnancy test. i’m pregnant. thanks a lot for that. you told me your magic could protect this from happening. i have never wanted children. i don’t want them to suffer at the hands of magic like i did. i should have never trusted that magic would prevent this.”
  • she could tell her words stung him, but he blinked a few times and looked down.
  • “every time we have been together, i have done the proper spells. they always work. there is a reason there are not teen pregnancies among my kind.”
  • “maybe it didn’t work cause i’m normal, unlike you.
  • stop that!” he spat suddenly, “stop going back to treating me like garbage. you know you don’t care about my magic. that doesn’t bother you anymore. you’re just scared.
  • she crossed her arms and leaned against her bedroom wall.
  • she closed her eyes, and she felt him walk past her and into the bathroom.
  • when he came back out, he was holding the pregnancy test box in his hand and then asked, “isn’t there supposed to be two lines for pregnant? that’s what it says on the back here.”
  • shocked and filled with relief, she snatched the test and box from him and compared the picture to her stick.
  • he was right, there was only one line, not two for pregnant.
  • “i-i swear there were two lines,” she said quietly, “i must have been so afraid that i didn’t examine it properly. my mom has always said i’m awful with details.”
  • he was quiet for a moment and took her hand.
  • he sat them down on her bed and then asked, “do you really not want children?”
  • a tear slipped from her eye, and she didn’t answer him.
  • but he knew what the answer was.
  • she did, but she was afraid they would be like her.

anonymous asked:

What if the UT/UF/US skelebros' SO's mother was really pushy about the SO getting married? Like those stereotypical "I want a grandchild!" TV moms.

UT!Sans:

He’s not even phased.  Sans is the unrivaled expert when it comes to dodging questions and deflecting with humor.  Every other statement out of his mouth is some sort of pun or joke, and he’s derailing his S/O’s mother so fast that she’s struggling to keep up with how she ended up discussing dog-sledding in Alaska when she point-blank asked if interspecies baby-making was possible.  

UT!Papyrus:

“GASP!  MARRIAGE?!?!”  Papyrus lets himself get carried away by his future mother-in-law’s whims.  The dating manual said nothing about when to propose, so he turns to her for all the answers, and oh boy, is she ever glad to supply them.  What started off as the mother trying to plan everything quickly spirals out of control once Papyrus decides to make her plans “SUITABLE FOR SOMEONE AS GREAT AS I AM!”  Yeah, his S/O needs to be prepared for the proposal of a lifetime.  And didn’t their mother say something about a clock ticking for them?  He’s going to have to look into fixing that later.  Right now, he’s too busy making sure everything’s perfect.

UF!Sans:

Yeeeaah, this woman is seriously annoying, but he puts up with her for his S/O’s sake.  Every time she brings the subject up, he grits his teeth and grumbles under his breath.. but whenever she gives him an opening, he’s all about making her feel as uncomfortable as possible:  
“Do you like children, Sans?”
“‘course, they’re delicious.”  
And then he smirks while she leaves the room, absolutely appalled, and his S/O smacks him in the arm. Heh. Serves the mother right for trying to butt in.

UF!Papyrus:

MARRIAGE?  …KIDS?!  Is this something his S/O is wanting?  Is he completely missing the signs?  It’s not something he’s particularly thought of–and the idea of having kids right now is terrifying enough to make him want to lose his lasagna–but now that this woman keeps bringing it up, it’s all he can think about.  He brushes off her questions and comments, but he’s actually agonizingly obsessing over them.  From now on, he over-analyzes everything his S/O says, and “Would you like to watch a movie?” becomes “Would you like to be bonded for life and have 2.5 kids?”  
Eventually, he reaches his neurotic breaking point and ends up shouting, “WHY IN ASGORE’S NAME WOULD YOU WANT TO HAVE HALF A CHILD?!” at his S/O right when they’re on the cusp of falling asleep, and that makes for a terrible night.  But hey, at least he’ll finally know what they wanted, and he can stop freaking out.

US!Sans:

He answers each question with not only honesty, but also with literal stars in his eyes.  When are the two of them getting married?  "OH!  I DIDN’T REALIZE WE WERE ENGAGED!  I.. S/O, ARE WE GETTING MARRIED SOON?!  S..SHOULD WE ALREADY HAVE THIS PLANNED OUT?!“  Do you want to have children?  "OF COURSE!  THE MAGNIFICENT SANS IS PERFECTLY FIT TO RAISE A BABYBONES!  OH.. WOULD THEY EVEN BE A BABYBONES?  I MIGHT NEED TO ASK UNDYNE ABOUT THAT, ACTUALLY!  BUT IF IT’S POSSIBLE, DEFINITELY!”  

He’s an absolute sweetheart, and much like UT!Papyrus, he’s easily-manipulated into his S/O’s mother’s plans. However, he runs everything by his S/O first (“YOUR MOTHER SAID THAT THIS IS THE PERFECT KIND OF RING TO BUY YOU, BUT I THOUGHT THIS OTHER ONE MIGHT SUIT YOU BETTER!  WHAT DO YOU THINK?”) so those plans get nipped in the bud pretty quickly.

US!Papyrus:

Welp, he’s not about to be pressured into anything by this woman.  He’s laid-back as usual about the whole thing and when she starts asking him if he’s thought of marriage or wants to have kids, he’ll tell her straight-up that those are private conversations between his S/O and him.  But hey, if she’s curious about interspecies baby-making, he’s not shy about giving her the run-down. By the end of the conversation, the mother is a little flustered, but actually really likes him.  

♡Baby Surprise♡

Originally posted by myunqdae

Characters: You x Yongguk

Genre: Fluff

Length: 851 words

Summary: Yongguk happens to overhear a conversation where you asking for advice on how to tell him you are expecting.

A/N: I hope you like it anon ^^ Fun fact my brother and his girlfriend is actually expecting a child in May, so I am going to be an aunt soon (doesn’t really have anything to do with the scenario, just felt like sharing it)

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The Feathered Pen

Request: Hi! I would like to request a bellamy request: the reader and bell live in hogwarts and are rly close. one day reader speaks out against umbridge. her punishment is to write with the feather, which uses ur own blood. Bell sees her injury later and gets mad at umbridge and is very worried and comforting. I hope you would write that bc I just rly like the idea but dont know who would write sth like that for me. Thank you! 💕

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Oooh! I’d never think of a crossover between these two, but i’m so glad you did. Thanks for requesting this!

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: this is a crossover, between The 100 and the Harry Potter universe.


Originally posted by morleybell

It burned, your hand burned. You wanted to cry every time you even glanced at the words that had been so forcefully imprinted on you. What had you done? Nothing. Just spoken out against her relentless teasing a younger kid, only in the first year and you hated the way she thought she was above everyone else.

Professor Umbridge. Sure she was a professor but that did not give her the right to treat the children like slaves to her and the teachers merely things that were only in her way. So you’d gone against everything you feared and spoken out. The ‘punishment’ was deemed that you were to write one hundred times that you must not act out.

Her office had given you the chills and the way she watched you as you wrote had you shaking. But holding your head high, you’d begun writing what she wished only for a burning sensation to start in your hand. Slowly but surely the words ‘I must not act out’ started repeating on your hand. 

It had hurt. so much. It felt as if someone was piercing your skin with a needle or a knife. But when you saw her sickened smile, you had sucked in every breath, holding her head higher and biting your tongue through the pain. Needless to say she was angry and confused when you walked out of that room without wallowing in pain.

“Y/N!” Jumping, you turned, cursing mentally when you saw Bellamy heading your way. As your boyfriend, he tended to be (super) a bit protective of you. Though it was sweet, you knew he’d blow up when he saw your hand. And it was hard to hide, what with it just on top of your hand.

“I heard. So don’t even bother trying to hide it.” You froze. He already knew…?

“Bellamy… before you freak out-”

He sighed; “i’m not gonna freak out. I’m mad, and she will pay, but first, I just wanna know if you’re okay.” He held out his hand, signalling you to give him yours and with hesitance you gave him your hand. His finger softly ran over them before he pressed a kiss against it.

“Why?”

You instantly knew what he meant. “She was harassing a first year, Bell! Remember when we were here in out first year and how terrified we were? Only different is we had nice professors, I wasn’t going to let her taunt him like that!” You explained, clearly upset. Bellamy sighed but let a small smile graze his features, before hugging you.

“Just next time you go being the hero, get me.”

anonymous asked:

Jily snowed into a cabin

Thanks for the prompt! :3 Sorry this is somewhat late, but I hope the length makes up for it!

Time Out

Lily should’ve realised that when her friends proposed a holiday in the Alps it was, indeed, too good to be true. As the car pulled in front of two picturesque lodges and a messy-haired young man came out to greet them, she immediately rounded on Marlene and Sirius.

“What is he doing here?” she hissed.

“His family owns the lodges,” Marlene replied with a shrug. “How else could we afford to come to a place like this?”

“You tricked me!” Lily accused, glaring at Sirius and Marlene.

“We just want to have a nice holiday with everyone,” Remus replied, sounding tired. “But if you have a problem with that I can drive you back to the airport and you can go home.”

Lily bit her lip. “I didn’t mean–”

“Yes you did,” Dorcas cut in, rolling her eyes. “Can’t you two try to get along? For once behave like adults, not like two unruly children.”

An indignant reply already teetered on Lily’s tongue but with some effort, Lily managed to swallow it. She was only getting so mad anyway because Dorcas and Remus were right – it was the painful, bitter kind of truth that sank barbs into her heart and left deep gouges in her pride.

Lily sat still as her friends got out of the car, catching her breath. Perhaps she should try to be civil with Potter. When would she get a chance like this again, to be on a trip with all her friends in such a scenic place? She wasn’t so selfish that she’d ruin this for everyone.

Lily steeled herself and got out of the car, feeling all the guiltier when she noticed how James’ grin faltered as his eyes met hers.

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Coming Home

Rating: T

Pairing: WestAllen

Summary: Some future family fluff, with a little bit of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ thrown in for good measure (I just really love that movie and was quite happy to see that it’s Barry’s go-to feel-good-movie as well ;)


 Iris let out a sigh of exhaustion, shuffling up the stairs leading to the very welcoming front door of the West-Allen family home. It had been a looong day. The journalist had been out on an assignment for work the entire day, not only missing out on family dinner but on the twin’s bedtime ritual as well. Now, she only wanted to finally crawl into her comfy bed and Barry’s warm and strong arms and fall into a deep slumber.

 Iris entered silently, quickly getting rid of her shoes and jacket. She quietly made her way to the living room and was met with a sight that lifted her spirits considerably:

 Barry, Don and Dawn were all huddled up on the sofa, the three of them enveloped in one big, fuzzy blanket, sound asleep. The kids were cuddled up against either side of their dad, Dawn curled into a tiny ball whereas Don was sprawled all over the place, his feet poking out from under the comforter. Barry was sitting in an almost perfectly upright position, only the tilted backwards head (and the light snoring escaping his slightly opened lips) letting on that he was also sleeping. The TV was still on, its light flickering across the faces of the sleeping beauties, but apparently on mute. Iris tiptoed closer to get a look on the screen to confirm her suspicions – and yes, the DVD menu of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ was currently playing on loop. Rolling her eyes, Iris fished out her cellphone out of her purse, snapped a few pictures for the family album and then went on to tiptoe behind the couch. Standing now right behind her husband, Iris bent over to press a soft kiss on his forehead, gently waking him up.

 “Hmm?” Barry murmured drowsily, before cracking open one eye to see his wife smiling down on him.

“Hey sleepy head,” Iris greeted him, watching a wide, goofy grin spread across her husband’s face.

“You’re back,” Barry whispered happily, then craned his neck to claim Iris’s lips for another kiss (his arms were rendered completely useless due to the two children clinging to them).

“Mhm,” Iris hummed in affirmation, relishing that kiss.

After they had broken apart, she couldn’t help but point out: “And you guys are still not in bed.”

“Must have fallen asleep right after the movie,” Barry said apologetically.

Iris nodded at the TV, eyebrows raised in a accusatory manner: “‘Singin’ in the Rain’? Again?”

“Hey,” Barry protested softly, while starting to carefully untangle himself from the twins,” they requested it.”

“Only because you watched it with them every single time I wasn’t at home – you’ve practically conditioned them to want to watch this movie whenever I’m out,” Iris joked, shaking her head in disbelief.

“It’s a good movie,” Barry defended himself weakly.

“Unbelievable.”

Despite her (fake) indignation, Iris could barely stifle a yawn which did not escape Barry’s notice.

“How about you get ready for bed and I put our little tornado twins to bed? I had them already brush their teeth and put on their jammies earlier, so it should be just a matter of carrying them over to their beds – after I manage to entangle myself from my blanket prison,” Barry joked, and, after inspecting the comfortable cocoon the kids and him were wrapped in tightly, added: “this might take a while.”

Iris couldn’t help but grin.

“Sounds like a plan,” she said, leaning in for one more kiss.

“See you in a bit,” she whispered, then sneaked off to the bathroom.


It didn’t take Iris long to finally get ready for bed. When she reentered the living room, it was already empty, the TV turned off and the fuzzy comforter back in its usual place, folded neatly.

Iris headed for the kids’ bedroom, which Barry was just coming from, a soft look on his face: “They didn’t even wake up once.”

Iris mirrored her husband’s facial expression.

“Luckily we got ourselves some heavy sleepers. I’ll just check up on them real quick, say good night.” Iris said, gesturing at the door.

Barry just nodded, smiling knowingly.

“Well, I’ll get ready for bed real quick,” he said teasingly, causing Iris to roll her eyes at him. A short, sweet peck on her cheek later, Barry disappeared with a familiar whoosh in the direction of the bathroom. Iris had barely entered the twins’ bedroom, when she could already hear the door of the master bedroom open and close.

Drawing closer to their beds, Iris could see her little tornado twins sleep peacefully, carefully tucked in by their father. Iris couldn’t help but notice with a smile that Don had already started kicking and twisting his blanket – he always woke up with his blanket at right angle, its end hanging off the shorter side of the bed instead of covering his feet. Iris picked up one of the quilts piled on the nearby chair (from their most recent blanket fort) and carefully spread it over the end of his bed, hoping that at least one blanket was going to stay in place to keep her son’s feet warm. Dawn on the other hand, was curled up into a tiny ball underneath her blanket, only her head of curly hair and her plushie peeping out. Giving each of the twins a soft goodnight kiss, Iris tiptoed out of the kids’ bedroom, making a mental note to herself to pick out an extra long bedtime story for tomorrow evening. After sneaking one more glance at her kids, Iris quietly closed the door and headed for the master bedroom, each step making her more and more aware of her own tiredness.

Being finally able to crawl into her own comfy bed, into the spot right next to her husband, felt like a true blessing to Iris. And although his eyes were already closed, Iris knew that Barry was still awake, his strong arms immediately wrapping her into that warm, welcoming hug she had been craving the entire day.

“G'night, Bear,” Iris sighed, burrowing herself deeper into Barry’s chest.

Just about to fall asleep, Iris almost didn’t catch Barry’s hummed response: “'Tis too late to say g'night.”

Even though she was already too sleepy to put much force into it, Iris mustered up enough strength to swat her husband’s chest (albeit feebly), and let out a growl.

She could feel Barry’s chuckle reverberate underneath her hands that were still resting on his chest, followed by a gentle kiss being pressed onto her hair.

She barely heard Barry’s soft “g'morning, Iris,” before finally drifting off to sleep.

Fin.

It baffles me

That you have to specify that you’re anti-shoplifting. That you have to explain to people why stealing is wrong.

That there are people really trying to justify pedophilia.

That people believe looting is justified if you’re angry. That black people, looting and burning down black owned businesses is justified as “protesting”.

That as adults in college people want to be coddled and treated like babies. That women want to feel oppressed by finding any reason to relinquish their responsibilities and blame the patriarchy.

That there are people who want segregated schools, classrooms, dorms. That they honestly believe that when white people did it, it was wrong, but when it parades under the guise of “giving minorities space” it’s suddenly alright.

That social justice has made it so far into our societies, threatening our rights and freedoms. That there are people out there actively fighting for censorship and the limitation of our freedom of speech.

That there are people changing the genders of their children as early as age 4.

That you could lose your job for simply saying “there are only two genders” or “I believe in innocent until proven guilty”.

It baffles me that this is happening, and sometimes I feel helpless to stop this.

Anonymous asked: Shiro taking the day off to spend time with his s/o

Took a little more time because I wanted to write little drabbles about an entire day! Sorry for the wait noonie.

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Takashi was hard to get a hold of in general. It was even harder to get some time with him alone. Which meant that having a date like a normal couple was too close to impossible, but it came with him and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were his and he was yours and you were alright with just that fact. Thinking about it made you quite peppy actually. Your duties were important and both sides couldn’t ignore their responsibilities when the time came, and you both appreciated each other because you wouldn’t hold grudges when it interrupted the both of you.

Or so you thought.

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