#do it for amelia. do it for her

[derpycatsu]

based on this tweet by @fairy527 :3 thought they were all similar in the way things went with their partners so i drew them together

[netsue101]

Oh, I leave quite an impression....

[intramoon]

To be reborn, you have to die first.

[ministarfruit]

ame ᵃᵐᵉ ame ame ame

[tallykale]

a bit of my postcanon vision

i heart people arguing

[laureala]

AMELIA SHEPHERD

in Grey's Anatomy 21.18 — How Do I Live

Derek always said if you're lost, find the normal anatomy, a touchstone. I need a North Star.

[ophernelia]

Amelia Jade Carranza, 1996

Recent Episode | Full Series

[highly-flammable]

You want me do what, go above and beyond at work? The thing that killed poor Mirdania?

[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[clockworkreapers]

gangs all here at least, himbo supreme, sweet "normal" lady, totally sane terminal insomniac and their police officer baby sitter. tftgs vol3

[strikeserjndberry]

prime time II evidence files spoilers //

Why did Avellanos say that?

and the fact that she says NOTHING ELSE after that like… girl

[aanthonyvb]

More poto Italy inspired stuff

[modormouth]

you know what? time for plushborne. *hits dogpriest with the plush-ification beam*

[gaydaroreilly]

Jake has lesbian moms verse family members:

Joan Seresin: “Ma/Mom”. grew up ranching and growing feed. Rural butch. Short hair, flannel, wranglers, stetsons. Pretty nearly an animal whisperer. Big on rodeo, unofficial breaker of horses. Skilled hunter. This mom will do anything for her babies. She rescues baby animals off the side of the road, but doesn’t hesitate to put them down if she deems it necessary. Is afraid of spiders and mice. Her father left her the ranch when he died. Her mom moved to DFW with her brother and his wife when she told them she was a dyke.

Jaqueline “Jackie” Simpson (Seresin after marriage in 2015): “mamma”. Grew up running around her daddy’s garage with her brother Beau. Both of them gear freaks, she’s into cars, he’s into planes. They’re only a year apart in age. She’d come out to Seresin ranch with her daddy to tune up tractors and work out the trucks. She fell in love with horses there too. She’s sweet with long red hair and pretty beaded up shirts. Fell in love with Joan over a rescued kitten when they were teenagers. By twenty she wanted what her straight friends had, babies. so she convinced Joan and they begged and begged until a friend agreed to donate.

Jacob “Jake” Seresin: born in 1989 via turkey baster insemination and carried by Jackie. Filled with the a love of planes and horses and the women of country music and pageantry. A golden first born pretty boy. Loves drag. Is very camp when he feels safe. A charming kid until he started school. Then he code switches. Very good big brother. Knows all the fancy braids for his sisters’ hair. Definitely a brat with an ego. Spoiled lol. The only man around when he was growing up was Uncle Beau, and that was only when he had leave.

Jennifer “Jenni” Seresin: born in 1997 via turkey baster insemination (donation from Beau) and carried by Joan. Very much a cowgirl princess. Buys into gender roles pretty firmly, very very straight. Jake is her best friend and confidant, she’s his chaotic fag hag baby sister. He walked her down the aisle when she got married in 2019.

Jo-Ann “Jojo” Seresin: born in 2002 via reciprocal IVF, carried by Jackie. Animal lover. Volunteers at shelters and vet clinics, ends up going to vet school. Snarky, trolls older siblings to hell.

Jannette “Janie” Seresin: born in 2004 via reciprocal IVF carried by Jackie. Completely feral as a kid. Big on pranks with Jojo. Chaos monster vibes all through life. Her favorite past time is messing with Jenni. The most indulged Seresin child after Jake. Can get away with anything.

The Mammas are cringe and give all the kids J names. They believe in the American dream and therefore the American military. They are pro LGBT, and not overtly racist, but they do think that cops are good, but it sucks they are racist :/ defo liberal. Their ranch is the queer safe haven in their area.

[ministarfruit]

day 11: alternate timeline ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[a-stars-art-blog]

Mmmm women,,,,

,,,,Beatrice and Amelia,,,,