#(mama e papa)

[spocks-husband]

Just finished the first season of Lower Decks and the fact that Riker and Troi are Captain and First Officer together. I can't. I'm losing it. They're so fucking cute. Shut up.

[thanatoseyes]

My mom had Gustav Klimt's The Kiss Framed in her bathroom forever since I could remember and honestly growing up I just thought it was a portrait of my mom and dad.

[ihrttherain]

THIS IS REAL MLM AND WLW SOLIDARITY

[ef-1]

Daniel Ricciardo congratulating Charles Leclerc for his win, Monza 2024 + Daniel during his post race win interview in Monza 2021 telling the Tifosi he saw Charles in second place and wanted him on the podium so they can have a Ferrari driver to celebrate

[ssaanaaloves]

[sleepyhouzuki]

My precious babies

[glibbatty]

e mama e papa

[feliichu]

Arisato parents be like: the best ever

[blaylists]

playlist for ur home-dawg

[vibe-positive0]

Hola les voy a contar lo que significa para mi la navidad

Las 5 personas incondicionales que leen mi post, gracias por su apoyo. Y leer mi tumblr.

Saben hoy teniamos planeado algo con mi familia, para compartir por noche buena, ibamos a ir a un pueblito muy cerca de mi ciudad se llama San Fernando en la que ibamos a celebrar, y bailar disfrutar de esta fecha. Mi mama amanecio enferma, mi papa tenia muchas ganas de ir... incluso mi abuelita que nos visito en nuestra casita se apunto a festejar con nosotros. Mi mami se puso enfermita, le dio fiebre nos quedamos en casa.

Mis hermanos tenian varios eventos, compromisos hoy dia.Por lo que no compartimos. Mi papa a pesar de que ya cancelamos la salida seguia con esas ganas de disfrutar. Pensamos que su reaccion iba a ser bajoniado por ya no acudir alla. Pero fue todo lo contrario seguia con ese espiritu navideño, emocionado llego a la casa, trajo un medio pollo para brindar con nosotros seguia persistiendo y tenia una sonrisa. Nos levantaba el animo.

Cuando comimos mi papa dijo:

"Eeyyy feliz navidad papa Dios, gracias por la cena y noche buena de hoy "

Les jurooo que lo dijo tan feliz, con una sonrisa que entendi lo que en realidad es La Navidad "

Ahorita nos encontramos en casa, cuidando a mi madre. Mi papa y yo.

Saben es de madrugada y sigo pensando en mi cabeza el amor y el espíritu que tiene mi papa por hacernos sentir bien.

[prapuna]

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[crearty05]

[aeck98]

[lewisvinga]

oi! | lewis hamilton x brazilian! fem! reader

summary; when a summer fling ends up with y/n pregnant, she turns to the internet to help her find her mystery man

fc; bruna marquezine

warnings; pregnancy (?) ((should that even be a warning idk)), mentions of sex , google translated portuguese lollll

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote

note; requested !

masterlist !

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liked by yourbestfriend, friendone, and others

yourusername: verão [summer]

yourbestfriend: hi pretty mamãe [mama]

yourusername: hi pretty tia [aunt]

yourbestfriend: also can u guys let us know who mr tattoo backed is so he can get ready to do his papai [daddy] duties

yourusername: 😭😭😭😭

username: O QUE????? [what]

username: omg UR pREVNANR?/@;&/

friendone: so so happyyy🥹💓 liked by yourusername !

friendtwo: motherhood is gonna suit you so welllll💗 liked by yourusername !

username: ong WHO is that guy

username: that back looks a little too familiar…..

username: is that not…. lewis hamilton?

username: OIIII THATS LEWIS

username: wait her belly is scute tho

username: rip y/n nation🕊️🕊️🕊️

username: TGATS LEWIS HAMILTONNNN

username: so that’s why lewis went to brasil during winter break

username: he’s visiting his baby mama

username: how are we so sure that he’s the father??

username: cmon now… let’s use our brains !

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liked by lewishamilton, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: mamãe e papai dizem oi ! [mama and papa say hi]

tagged; lewishamilton

yourusername: não se preocupem todos , don’t worry everyone! it’s just almave that i’m drinking 😉

lewishamilton: eu te amo 🤍both of you🤍

yourusername: we love u too🥹🥹

yourbestfriend: great now she’s sobbing

yourusername: ITS THE HORMONES

lewishamilton: little almave promo i see u there 😉

yourusername: gotta make sure to promote it so we can buy a dior stroller for our bougie baby💅💅💅

yourbestfriend: and you gotta make sure madrinha [godmother] gonna get a share of that bougieness too💅

username: OMDLDOSKCLD

username: MY FAVES🥹🥹🥹

username: omg lewis is gonna be a DAD????

username: more like daddy

georgerussell63: you’re very welcome for settling everyone’s curiosity and showing lewis the post😌

yourusername: obrigado [thank you] george ! 😁

username: george is so😭😭

username: she’s glowinggggg omg

username: her belly is scute🥹

username: that baby is fr gonna have the hottest parents 😫😫

[churipu]

SURPRISE COOKIES FOR MAMA 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. nanami kento x female! reader

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. both of you have a three year old daughter, broken conversations from your daughter bcs she's a kiddo, i'm leaving all of you to name your daughter.

note. midterm week, i'm going to try uploading, but if i don't, just know that it's not me ignoring my wips or you. love you all mwah <33

"this me!" (daughter) pointed at an old picture of . . . a young you with a blue thin strap floral sun dress posing cutely in front of the camera — a big smile on your face, showing off your pearly whites, "i pretty."

nanami who had his back leaning on the couch could only muster out a soft chuckle, he had his hand on the young girl's small waist to hold her up right; preventing a tumble or two, "that's mama. she looks lovely, doesn't she?"

(daughter) craned her head up to face nanami, her e/c doe eyes blinking, ears unbelieving that the portrait was her mother, "mama? no, this me! i so pretty," she pointed her chubby finger towards the portrait, which is undeniably almost as big as she is.

"mhm, that's mama," nanami caressed his daughter's head lovingly, "you do look a lot like mama, you know?" he whispers, eyeing the portrait (daughter) had laying on her small lap.

half a decade ago — nanami told himself that he isn't fit to be a family man; he swore the both of you talked about kids, and how you'd both wait at least until later on into the marriage. but (daughter) was a surprise pregnancy, and the best thing that has ever happened to the both of you.

"this no mama, this me papa," (daughter) pouts, her soft lips puckering out slightly.

nanami used his free hand to flip the photo album, showing a picture of (daughter) as a newborn. a pink colored bandana around her small head, eyes shut in content, "this is you the day you were born," he cooed out, letting his daughter take in the picture.

what a bundle of joy she is. nanami remembered every second he spent inside the delivery room by your side — letting you dig your fingers inside his flesh, because he knew the pain that you were going through at that moment couldn't compare to anything else that he was feeling. all he cared about was you and his daughter.

"this me?" (daughter)'s meek voice resounds. nanami nodded, eyes gazing into his daughter's doe ones, "i so pretty."

nanami smiled warmly, "yes, you are pretty, just like mama," he compliments; pinching her chubby cheeks gently, "it still surprises me how you're an exact copy of your mama . . ." he pats her head, his palm engulfing her whole head.

(daughter) nods her head vigorously, "mama and me twins!" she cheers happily, kicking her feet.

the male chuckles, "mhm, twins," he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up — standing as he puts the picture album on top of the coffee table that sat in the middle of your living room, "mama's coming home soon."

"we take cookies out of cooler, papa," (daughter) pats her father's cheeks gently before wrapping an arm around his neck to hook herself close to nanami, "warm for mama."

nanami vaguely remembered the day he passed by a baking class near his office. where he first saw you, holding onto a young boy's hand — no younger than six years of age, guiding him to whisk what seemed to be cake batter. he stood out of the glass pane, staring into the class for at least the next three minutes out of his twenty-four hours just to look at you.

he thought you looked pretty (and the display cake looked pretty as well, but that was besides the point).

but he never saw you again until three months later at the same place, and you noticed him. surprising. considering he was staring yet again for the second time. but he didn't think that you'd go out your way to talk to him right at that moment — and he was thankful you did.

"mhm, we're going to warm it up for mama," with ease, nanami opened the cooler and grabbed a plate of messily made classic chocolate chip cookies wrapped with saran wrap. (daughter) contributed to most of the procedure, and nanami thought it was the third most beautiful thing besides you and her. he's a proud dad.

the process of warming the cold cookies was short — with (daughter) prepped on top of the counter, with nanami's arms right by her sides. the two of them smiling at each other in silence, waiting for the oven to let out the satisfying 'ding!', hopefully before you came through the door.

unfortunately, things don't always go the way he wanted. and there you were, with your usual (color) coat slung over your arm, heaving out an exhausted sigh, mumbling out a soft, "i'm home."

(daughter)'s head turn to face the door, eyes widening in panic as she then faced nanami, "mama home, papa," she whispers, covering her mouth to hold back a loud giggle.

nanami nuzzled his nose into hers, "want to go hide from mama?"

the young girl nods her head, almost immediately wrapping her arms around her father's neck, "go go go, papa, hide, hide!" she whispers, giggling as she fit her small face into the crook of nanami's neck.

nanami laid a hand behind his daughter's head, he passed by you who had just walked through the short hall leading towards the living room, sending out a slight signal through his eyes as he walks into (daughter)'s sage colored room. he laid the young girl down onto the rugged floor, "go go, hide from mama."

the girl wasted no time scurrying under her bed, giggling softly. on the other hand, nanami walked out of her room with a small smile, approaching you.

"something smells good," you greet the male, opening your arms for a hug. i mean — what else do you need after a long day of work besides a warm hug from your husband?

nanami's arms felt like a blanket engulfing your body, he buckled his knees slightly to press a short kiss on your lips, "(daughter) has your baking abilities, 'm not surprised. good day at work?"

you nod, "tiring day, a boy spilt heavy cream all over the floor and his mother blamed us for it," nanami's face hardened a bit after hearing your story, "she practically went on a cursing spree in front of the kids, the cops had to restrain her."

the male grazed his finger on your cheek, "i'm sorry about that, she didn't hurt you, did she?"

you shook your head, "no worries, where's my baby, hm?"

nanami pinched your nape gently, "she wanted to surprise you with her cookies, she's in her room hiding. go see her and i'll be there with the cookies, yes?"

"you're too nice to me," you jokingly said.

"just to you," he rolled his eyes, brushing his lips over the hollow of your nose, "go, go. she's waiting for you."

you pulled yourself away from his embrace, putting your coat on top of the kitchen's counter before sauntering over to (daughter)'s room, knocking on her door. which resulted in an indubitable string of laughter from your own blood and flesh from under the bed, "baby? where're you?"

her soft and hushed giggles didn't stop when you step inside her room, "are you . . ." you pretended to open the closet, "here!"

and (daughter) stifled back a laugh when you failed to find her. and the next attempt, you squat down to eye under the bed, "there you are," her loud laughs finally chimed out, "give mama a hug, please?"

the young carbon copy of you crawled out from under the bed, immediately rushing to your lap to give you a warm hug, "i miss mama . . ." she pressed a kiss to your cheek, "mama miss me?"

you cradled her body back and forth, "mama misses you so much."

"i have surprise for mama," (daughter) abruptly pulled back from the hug, "surprise cookies for mama!"

the scent of chocolate entered your nostrils as nanami walked inside the room with a plate of freshly warmed chocolate chip cookies, "it's not a surprise anymore when you tell mama about it, isn't it?" he asks with a slight chuckle.

"'ts okay, mama still surprised. i bake cookies with papa," (daughter)'s eyes twinkled with happiness when nanami laid the plate down on the floor, "i bake cookies like mama. try try mama!"

and so you did, "'ts so yummy, good job, baby!"

nanami tugged on your arm towards him, slithering an arm around your waist, "'f course she did, you're her mama, y'know?" the male leaned in to place a short kiss to the tip of your nose.

(daughter) shrieks out, "papa cooties!"

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[frankensteintremaine]

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

Em algum momento Victor teria que voltar para seu dormitório. Ou talvez não. Estavam com sono (algo raro para duas pessoas com problemas para dormir), conversando sobre qualquer assunto bobo no quarto de Baby, os tênis gastos de Victor jogados de qualquer jeito no chão enquanto ele se espalhava na poltrona sem muita cerimônia. A essa altura já estava tão acostumado à presença de Baby em seu dia a dia, nem chegando a acreditar que houve um período em que vagava pelos corredores da Academias sem ser amigo dela, que nem estranhou ou pensou duas vezes quando ela sugeriu que ele se deitasse ao seu lado. Suas costas imediatamente agradeceram pelo conforto do colchão por meio de um murmúrio satisfeito que escapou de seus lábios e ele fez uma careta. "Desse jeito vou acabar dormindo aqui." comentou preguiçosamente, logo concluindo que não se importaria. Dormir junto era algo pessoal demais, baixar a guarda completamente ao lado de alguém, mas ele já não deixava mais defesa quase nenhuma entre eles. As poucas que sobraram eram as inevitáveis, que não conseguia segurar. Mas estava trabalhando nisso. "Lembrei de outra música com seu nome." riu baixinho "Não é uma canção de ninar como você gosta, mas é quase." virou-se de lado, os olhos sonolentos mirando a imagem da silhueta feminina na penumbra do quarto. Era uma antiga canção de um grupo musical do Castigo, um dos primeiros e únicos a existir antes de Scar conseguir erguer a Leons. Drizella costumava cantar para ele, afinal foi feita como um sea shanty de antigos piratas para seus familiares e passada de geração em geração até chegar à tripulação de James Hook e, portanto, à Ivan. "While I'm far away from you my baby, I know it's hard for you my baby, because it's hard for me my baby... And the darkest hour is just before dawn..." começou, a voz baixa e calma "each time before you go to bed my baby, whisper a little prayer for me my baby... And tell all the stars above, this is dedicated to the one I love." sorriu bobamente, a canção lhe sendo um sinônimo de carinho e cuidado. Pela primeira vez em muito tempo sentia o sono vindo com facilidade, então se emaranhou nos cobertores, procurando a mão da jovem dentre a confusão de lençóis, segurando-a e aconchegando-se ao corpo tão menor que o seu. "If there's something I want you to do specially for me, then it's something that everybody needs..." continuou a canção, ciente de que poderia dormir a qualquer momento. "each time before you go to be my baby, whisper a little prayer for me my baby... And tell all the stars above, this is dedicated to the one I love."