#Modern diaper bags

[littilefarmmercantile]

What Should You Look For in a Multi-Functional Diaper Bag?

Being a parent is a whirlwind of responsibilities, and having the right tools can make all the difference. It's no secret that your baby needs a lot of stuff, and carrying multiple bags to accommodate everything feels like a hassle. That's where a multi-functional diaper bag comes to your rescue – a necessary item for on-the-go parents.

Modern diaper bags are designed to simplify life by offering enough storage, durability, comfort, and a touch of style and fashion. They come in various forms such as totes, backpacks, and convertible bags, making it easy for moms to carry them.

With so many options available in the market, choosing the right one could get tougher than it has to be. So in this guide, we'll break down the key features to look for when choosing the perfect baby diaper bag. 

[yarnings]

Look, I'm talking about diaper changes here. Specifically about factors that make them unpleasant. (Yes, we all know that the answer is "using disposables", but I'm being more specific.) You may well want to scroll past.

I will preface this by saying that yes, I know that commenting on public stuff on Facebook is a horrible idea, but sometimes the stupid is just too strong. The number of parents who think that changing cloth diapers is grosser than changing disposable ones was impossible to ignore. (If you are washing your own I will entertain the argument that you find having to deal with the disposable diaper garbage less gross than the diaper laundry, yes.)

But what gets me is that there are apparently large numbers of parents who not only don't dump diapers into the toilet (confession time: I've pretty much never done that, because when the change table in the airport washroom is located poorly, that's just not happening), they are unaware that that's what you're supposed to do. Not just "wait, you're supposed to do what?" but "that's stupid, why would anyone do that?". And yes, the follow-up wasn't "why would someone go to that much bother" but "why would they tell you to do it"

Can we maybe, as a society, agree that keeping biohazards out of the dump is a good thing?

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Ahhh asking again!!!! I love and laugh about Joel and Preggo. What if she wants Joel to prepare the nursery? They go to pick out paint ….she says needs to see it in the room, he paints sample areas. ……she picks one, he paints it and then she cries because she hates it and accuses him of doing the wrong color. Please change this prompt anyway and every way! Basically about preparing nursery to her whims. Or he does everything and she has changed her mind.!!!!

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife - Oh the Colors You'll Choose

Warnings: girlie is up to her usual tactics, slight Jealous!Joel at the end

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One thing Joel’s really excited about with the baby on the way is getting to design the nursery. Finally having an excuse to throw away your old high school gear you haven’t touched in over a decade, the clothes that had no style in the modern era, collecting dust in bins, all the Christmas gifts you never were going to use just stocked up in the spare bedroom for storage. Now the room was vacant. Tarps and old sheet cover the carpet, walls primed and prepped for the first round of paint.

Joel picks out a nice pink neutral tone, something perfectly lovely for the little girl he’s about to have.

You barely glance at the swatch in his hand, just nodding and waving him off as you lie sprawled eagle in bed, trying your best to cool underneath the high speeding fan.

He’s spent the entire afternoon of your nap getting the room partially painted. The whole time, giddy with the idea that he’s going to be changing diapers in here, reading stories, cradling his baby’s soft small head and walking around the room to get her to sleep—

He finally notices you patting gently into the room, just awoken from your fresh nap. He’s halfway to an excited smile until he sees the absolute wrought look of disappointment all over your face. 

"What, what's wrong?"

There’s no hint of happiness or enthusiasm in you. You survey the walls disappointingly, crossing your arms with a disgusted look before walking out without a word. 

Joel’s not going to let this room be the thing that upsets you—no you’re going to love it, he’ll be damned sure.

He shows you 5 more colors—all ranging from pinks to purples and—

“Does it have to be pink? Why are we forcing the gender thing on her?”

“I mean, I don’t know. Doesn’t have to be. Thought maybe could be something sweet…” his voice trails off as you make a disgruntled frown. 

“We can pick a neutral color if ya want.”

Joel pulls out a few colors he had stored in his bag—some greens and blues, grayish whites and browns.

You make a firm decision on one—the light green forest color. It’s bold, but it seems to make you happy.

Until he starts painting:

“No! No it’s not right.”

Joel sighs. “What’s not right? This is the one you picked!”

You shake your head again. “The light from the window makes it look so bland. It just doesn’t look good.”

“I can’t control the sun…”

“You’re doing it all wrong, Joel.”

He wipes the paint off of his beard. It’s been 2 days of painting now, much longer than he expected.

He lays 5 different colors on the walls in tiny samples; this time you’ll be able to see the one exactly as it will be when he finishes painting.

You walk back and forth, finger pressed to your lip in hard concentration. “Oh! This one!” You exclaim: an orange tan.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

He starts doing the color, now halfway through the room, fumes suffocating his brain, but now you’re telling him it's just not as pretty as it looked on the swatch. 

“Why are you painting the wrong color!”

“It’s the same one!”

“No it’s not!”

You've now moved on to the next color of the rainbow on your hit-list since he somehow fucked orange up. He lays out 10 swatches of blue. All of which look the same to him but none appeal to you. 

“Can we just pick one and settle on it? This much paint on the walls aint good. Gonna take forever to get the smell out.”

“Joel, this is going to be our BABY’s FIRST COLOR she'll associate with. It has to be perfect for her! She’ll be stuck with it forever!”

He raises his eyebrow unconvinced.

“…Until I decide to change it again,” you add plainly. “Or until she’s old enough to decide for herself. Do you really want a tween picking out her own bedroom color to haunt us?”

He huffs but agrees.

You are eating a banana just as Joel's finishing laying on the neutral ocean blue throughout the whole room. You had come in twice already but hadn’t made a peep either time, so maybe this one is the one—

 "Oh my god!" You exclaim. Joel nearly falls off the latter with worry that the baby somehow just dropped from between your legs until he sees you point to the banana peel excitedly. 

His shoulders slouch in a ‘you gotta be kidding me’ sort of way. His back fucking hurts. Hands cramped up. There’s gotta be a permanent strike of white in his hair right now. He drops the paintbrush, splashing it into the now wasted paint can of blue before taking your peel and walking out the room. Of course, its already nighttime, so the hardware store is closed and he’s gotta wait till morning to get the new paint.

The next day, he's rolling on the new yellow.

You wrinkle your nose disgustedly. "Ugh what the fuck is this?"

"It’s the banana!"

"No it's not! This is so much darker!"

"BANANAS GET DARKER EACH DAY. YOU WANTED ME TO MATCH FROM A HALF EATEN PEEL.”

“It sucks. You've put this god awful yellow in my mind now I don't want anything like it.” 

You turn around and survey the room, repulsed by its bright wrongness. Joel opens his jaw wide and silently screams into the air, pounding his fist into his head angrily without letting a sound out.

You turn around just as he drops into a neutral, emotionless demeanor.

The lightbulb in his brain flickers on. “You know what? I got an idea."

-

Joel takes you to the Home Depot.

"Hey Rick,” he says towards the man behind the paint counter.

Rick just chuckles. “Hey Joel, getting another paint? Your wife gonna make me match to the crazy fire in your eyes when you tell her to—“

Joel clears his throat when you waddle quickly to hold his hand like a child eager to stay close to dad in an unfamiliar land. Your mouth agape as you stare up at the ceiling and around all of the endless aisles of lumber and tools. Luckily, you were too stunned to hear Rick’s passing words.

"Why is it so big here?” You ask innocently. “And woodsy. And ... orange."

Joel grabs your hand and plops you in front or the swatches wall.

You gasp, “THERES SO MANY OPTIONS,” eyes sparkling and wide like a child in a candy shop.

"Pick a couple to take home, and then we're getting the paint for it. Ok?"

"How much are they?"

"They're 40 bucks each—“ Joel starts.

But Rick, the ever so helpful manager to anyone but Joel, buds in. “The swatches? You don't gotta pay for them darlin,” he winks.

Joel gives him a dagger look, but you smile so wide and start slipping swatches like they’re on fire.

Joel shakes his head and grabs some more rolls and brushes since his are all worn out. By the time he returns to the swatch wall, all 23 seconds later, you’ve got a giant of colored papers pile barely held in your hands of every single color. “We should check them all!”

He grits his teeth but bares a smile.

-

Joel tapes every single swatch on the wall at home. You walk and study each one. Holding one eye closed, tilting your head to the side, putting a different color next to it. You couldn’t see him pretending to bang his head against the wall on the other side of the room as you debate for an hour now.  

Finally, you stand back and take in the entire multicolored wall. “Oh thats it! It’s all of them! We make it like rainbow ombre in like little squares.”

"I would have to buy a can of every single paint. No. We're not doing that. We said one color only.”

"They can't give you like little cups of each color?"

"No.”

"That's dumb. What a scam!"

You wonder downstairs for more inspiration. Something homely. Something familial yet not too obviously Joel or your own style. You come across an old picture of young Tommy and Joel standing in front of Joel's truck, that had just been passed down by their dad. Their smug grins and messy hair, wrinkled clothes and slung arms around one another make you feel pleasantly at ease. Your baby needs to have that same sense of security, youth, and warmth. You study the photo a bit longer, and then it hits you. 

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Joel wakes up, and the first thing he subconsciously does every morning is to reach for you on your side of the bed until he’s in contact with your warm body. It puts him at ease, touching you, knowing you’re there and he’s home. The only times you wouldn't be there would be if you were in the bathroom. But as he looks through heavy eyes, the bathroom door is open, dark, unoccupied. He furls his eyebrows back to your cold, empty side of the bed.

The sound of his truck rumbles distantly through the open window, growing closer and squeaking to a hault in the driveway.

He throws the blankets off and rushes down the stairs 2 at a time just to see you hauling a big heavy paint can slung down low with both your hands desperately holding the handle, all by yourself, bloated tummy and all, through the front door.

Barreling to you, he snatches the can from your sore fingers. 

“Are you crazy??? You can’t drive! You can't carry heavy shit! What were you doing—“

"Yes I can!” You challenge back. He sets the can on the table with a loud slam just as you drop his keys in the tray. “I’m not completely helpless, Joel! I can get my own pain and drive my own ... your own truck!"

"Yeah? Go paint the room yourself then, if you're so independent."

You scoff, bemused by his suggestion. “I’m not doing that. That's what I have you for.”

He shakes his head and looks at the new can.

“This better be worth it. "

You smile. “It's the one. Trust me." 

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Joel finishes lying on the paint. It's a breezy, toned down pinkish salmon. Definitely not something that you would have gotten from a swatch. No, you had this one custom matched, and he can't quite put his finger on why it feels so familiar. And gives him little irksome itch too. 

He’s about to call you up when he hears Tommy greeting you at the front door.

The two of you make your way up the stairs, Tommy with a muffin shoved half in his mouth. When you round the corner, your husband stands in the middle of the room, awaiting your response.

"Well?" Joel asks curiously. 

To his relief, you've got the brightest, sweetest grin plastered all over your face. "It’s perfect. I told you!"

Its worth it--to see the excitement in your face--this is what he was hoping for the whole time. "Thought we weren't doing the gendered color thing?"

you nuzzle yourself under Joel's broad arm. "Well... this one is special."

Tommy nods in agreement "this looks good!" He walks around the room, more so noting Joel's handiwork rather than the choice of paint. It's kind of funny that Tommy almost disappears like camouflage with how closely his favorite shirt matches—

Joel's satisfied grin immediately drops to a shocked frown.

“You made me match our baby girl’s bedroom to Tommy's old ass shirt??"

You nod happily. “Isn't it so good!"

His arms flex angrily across his chest—it’s not good at all. “What’s next, you two havin’ an affair I don't know about,” he accuses between his brother and his wife.

"Joel!”

"Dude!"

"No! We're not painting our daughter’s room after him! This can't be your favorite color! What about every other color we looked at? What about all my shirts?"

Your eyes feel like they’re about to bug out of your sockets for such a ridiculous suggestion. “Plaid????????????" you ask audaciously.

"I got some denim too!"

Just as you two are screaming at one another over who’s shirt to match the room to, Tommy tiptoes backwards out the room quietly while swallowing the rest of his muffin, hoping to snag one more in the kitchen too before dipping.

"...and I'm just to assume our daughter is MINE when you got me painting HIS shirt—“

"I wouldn't be hanging out with your sensitive ass if it WAS his baby, damnit Joel, its just a color, what is WRONG with you—!”

Suddenly, he dips his hand into the bucket and slaps two saturated handprints onto your breasts. 

You gasp, backing away. Two Joel-sized hands in pink are wetly printed onto your large t-shirt, your favorite tee, as you stare down in shock. "You. Did. Not.”

Joel shrugs proudly. 

You grab the wet brush on the table next to you and slash it across his face before he could stop you. 

you try not to laugh, his face dotted in splotches of pink paint dribbling down his whiskers and neck. He rolls his pursed lips before looking at you, a predator smirking at a silly little bunny who’s just been put herself in a trap. 

".... This stuff comes off clothes...  right..." you ask hesitantly, backing away as he grasps the roller slowly and strides toward you.

You make a run for it, but the big belly doesn’t let you get far as he closes the distance and snatches you. You squeal out, giggling in his arm arms as he rolls and pats paint all over your clothes and body, the two of you getting soaked by the thick pigment. He pulls you around and smashes his lips for a heated kiss. Pink-colored hands rub paint all over your cheeks and chin affectionately. You rub your nose along his bridge, grinning at one another, covered in the glossy acrylic without a care in the world right now.

You peck his lips once more. “It’s a good color on you too, ya know…” 

He rolls his eyes. “Tell ya what. We’ll keep the room like this since ya like it so much. And next time I see Tommy, I’m bleaching that shirt. Win-win.”

“Deal.”

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[here-comes-the-moose]

Modern Bad Batch at the Airport/on a Flight

Inspired by the fact that I’ve been flying a lot recently with and without my family, here are some Bad Batch Headcanons of how I think they’d be like.

Hunter

The passenger princess of air travel. Has no idea what time they board, barely knows where they’re going. Only job is to sit there and look pretty.

Actually I lied his other job is constantly fussing over Crosshair.

Constantly gets snapped at by Crosshair for this.

Does not let this deter him from fussing, hovering around Crosshair, and even following him to the bathroom.

Given a number from at least one person on the plane.

His siblings are just glad he remembered his ID and/or passport, since he forgot it one time and had needed to go home and come back to the airport, which had stressed everyone out to no end. He has not lived this down.

Passes out the second his ass is in his seat and will stay asleep the whole time, but somehow has a sixth sense when it comes to one of his sibling’s needing him and will immediately jolt awake and spring into action.

Wrecker

Orders ginger ale on the plane because he LIVES for the ginger ale biscoff cookie/pretzel combo.

Will only sit in the aisle seat because he does not like to look out the window (fear of heights).

Super chill and is the one who keeps the others from killing each other and/or getting pulled aside by TSA.

Sharing snacks with Omega and Hunter.

Not as intense as Hunter, but regularly checks in on Crosshair. Will get snapped at a little bit.

Always watches rom-coms on flights, it’s his routine. He cries every time, but doesn’t really feel embarrassed by it because once they see that he’s watching The Notebook they’re like “understandable sir have a nice day”.

Falls asleep half an hour before the flight ends, every time without fail.

Tech

Has all the boarding passes and knows their gate number and seats from memory.

Made them leave extremely early and still pissed at Hunter for making them leave behind schedule.

In charge of the itinerary.

Loves the window seat since he enjoys looking out the window as he listens to music or a podcast, but also likes to point things out to Omega, since she loves when he does so.

Also checking on Crosshair, but more through observation than outright asking him. Has disappeared and gotten Crosshair something he needs to feel a bit better before wordlessly giving it to his twin. This form of care is much appreciated by Crosshair.

Loves to shop in the airport. He’s a fan of the cute knickknacks, books, and the duty free section as a whole. May or may not be buying something for Phee.

Crosshair

Hates airports and air travel, so he’s miserable the whole time.

Very irritable and short-tempered because of this, but his siblings let it slide since he’s not feeling great.

Ordering a ginger ale on the flight, but because he gets sick not because he likes it.

Needs to sit in the window seat. He wants the privacy if he starts feeling too sick but also looking outside helps him a bit.

Spends most of the flight napping or at least trying to nap. Either way, he’s resting his head on Echo’s shoulder most of the time.

Not that anyone enjoys it, but he hates when they’re hit with turbulence. He’s gripping his armrests (and Echo), he’s scared, he’s nauseous, he’s dizzy and headachey, overall he’s just not having a good time. Spends the whole time there’s turbulence praying, even though he’s not religious.

Echo

Hates and dreads going through TSA.

Pretty chill after it’s over though.

Has a bag (affectionately referred to as “the diaper bag”) that has EVERYTHING in it. Tons of snacks, OTC medicine for basically an anything you can or can’t think of, hand sanitizer, two types of wipes, ear plugs, eye masks, you name it.

Also fussing over Crosshair, but not as much as Hunter since he knows when to just give Crosshair his space to sulk.

Crosshair usually seeks him out for comfort because of this.

Doesn’t care much about where he sits as long as he has the most room available for his prosthetics.

Usually sits next to Crosshair on the plane, since by the time they board Hunter has made Crosshair ban him from occupying the seat next to him.

Hunter is usually on the other side of him.

Omega

Just having a good time.

Tech explains a lot of the technical things to her and she finds it so cool.

Loves takeoff and landing; thinks they’re so fun.

Spends most of the flight watching movies and eating snacks.

Even though she’s having a good time, she’s still worried about Crosshair and always tries to help and/or do something nice for him. The only one who can get away with this without him getting irritated for the most part, but even if he does get irritated it’s just for a second and very mild.

Sharing her snacks with Wrecker and passes some to Hunter as well across the aisle.

Always says thank you to the pilot and flight attendants. Chats with the pilots if she’s given the chance and they always love her and her questions. One time early on into living with the batch and traveling with them she very bluntly said to the pilot “thank you for not making my brother throw up”. Crosshair was mortified but the pilot laughed and thanked her for the compliment.

[blue-sadie]

After Class

Teacher Tonowari x Student Reader

Summary: who knew a little incident could lead you into your teachers arms

Warning: modern day au, teacher x student, tonowari is divorced from ronal, slut shaming

Yn/3rd person pov

I smiled down at my phone as I read the texts tsireya was sending on how she loves that the teachers give her special treatment since her dad was a teacher here as well.

I rolled my eyes as she started gushing on about her new bio teacher and how hot he is 'not as hot as your dad' I bit my lip knocking off my phone and turned back to the lesson.

She is my best friend since childhood how could I do this to her fuck I let out a shakey breathe as he flexed his muscles as he wrote on the board.

My skin tingled as I listened to his voice as he explained the upcoming assignment but I wasn't focusing on that.

I imagined him bending me over the desk and thrusting into me telling me how naughty I was for thinking such things.

But as I got more into each fantasys I thought back to my last sleepover at tsireyas, I clenched my thighs together my breathe quickening.

While tsireya was sleep and her dad was out on a date I couldn't help myself but sneak into his room stripping myself of my clothes and touching myself in his bed.

My body squirmed in his bed I couldn't help myself "yn yn" I shook my head coming out of my daze "get back into the lesson" tonowari murmured handing out a small booklet to each of us.

His presences lingering at my desk people starting asking questions on the new work and before I knew it we were packing up for the end of the day.

I swung my bag over my shoulder and started making my way to the door "yn I need to speak with you" I froze blushing at his commanding tone.

I stared at the door for a few seconds as I watched the last student leave "yes Mr tonowari" I tried my best to smile as I turned to him "close the door" he murmured.

I did as I was asked my hands slightly quivering as I stood infront of him he quickly grabbed something from his desk and when I caught sight of what it was I wanted to die.

"Are these yours" he grinned as he hung the slutty looking red underwear infront my me my face turned fifty shades of pink "n-no" I stuttered.

He rolled his eyes and stuffed them in his pocket before coming closer to me and leaned down to my height "oh really then who was it I caught touching herself in my bed" he said teasingly.

I wanted to run and hide never to come out again but why wasn't he mad did he actually like it.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out he only shook his head chuckling to himself "who knew the girl that used to be in our house since she was in diapers was such a slut" he growled.

I stumbled on my feet and he was quick to catch me and pulled me in close "and who knew she had a crush on her best friends dad and her own teacher" he bit his lip looking down at me.

We stared at each other in silence in till he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss he started guiding me with his hands to his desk i let out a small squeak as my back hit the desk.

His hands started gliding up and down my body as he whispered dirty phrases to me "i bet you've fantasized about this before slut" he groaned as he started grinding into me.

I bit my lip so hard i thought it would draw blood just to stuffle my moans I could feel his cock throbbing through our clothes.

It was like an unspoken conversation we just started taking off eachothers clothes and admiring eachothers body's "fuck I wanted to fuck you since that sleepover" he muttered as he pushed inside me.

My mouth formed an o shape as he started thrusting inside me "tonowari" I moaned my nails dragging themselves up and down his back making him groan out.

Tonowari picked me up and layed me on the desk so he could get a better angle "f-fuck yn" he growled his hands gripping my shoulders and pulling me onto his further.

My eyes started to roll as I felt myself nearing my climax and I guess he felt the same as his cock started to throb and pulse.

"C-cum in me" I whined wrapping my legs around his waist locking them tightly "yn" he warned "please just cum in me" I moaned loudly as my back arched as I cam.

He yelled out in pleasure and spelt himself inside me as he slowed his thrusts he moved his hands from my shoulders onto the desk caging me down as he stared at me with half lidded eyes.

"Fuck I needed this"

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[solaanas]

𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫.

pairing, modern!ellie williams & black reader!

summary, jesse had absolutely no idea what the fuck privacy meant.

warning (s), a small mention of sex and fluff. dats it.

didi's notes, this is HEAVILY inspired by the scene in the fast car mv (ifykyk☠️☠️)

the sun was beaming, the windows were down, and hold on by the internet was blasting from the cars speakers. you and ellie were an empty parking lot just admiring each other. and by admiring, i mean making out with each other. ellie had her tongue shoved down your throat while you kept your hands put her on face, trying to keep yourself steady as the two of you moved back and forth.

she then stopped kissing you, making you whine and making her chuckle. "relax, i'll give you what you want soon." she placed two quick pecks on your lips before going down to attack your neck, making you whimper and throw your head back. you currently had your eyes closed in pleasure, keeping a hand tangled in her hair.

you then heard footsteps seemingly approach ellie's truck, causing you to open your eyes slightly and become disinterested in what ellie was doing to you. "you okay, baby?" she snapped you out of the trance were in and made you look at her: "yeah. just thought i heard somethin'." you explained, looking at the windshield for a brief moment before you focused your attention back on her.

"ya sure?" you nodded and smiled at your girlfriend before capturing her in a deep kiss, eventually washing away your worry about someone being near you two. you continued to let ellie massage your breasts and unbutton your jeans, allowing her to slip a hand beneath your panties and come in contact your clit.

you moaned into her mouth and gripped her forearm, still kissing her hard until the sound of her name coming from outside startled you: "ellie?" once she heard the sound of jesse's voice, she quickly removed her hand from your jeans and sat up straight, straightening her clothes as you turned down the music and straightened yourself up as well. "jesse! hey..." "what are y'all doing here?" he asked, looking back and forth between the two of you.

"i- we-" "just chilling." ellie answered for you, making the asian man furrow his eyebrows. "what are you doing here?" ellie asked, crossing her arms as jesse shrugged his shoulders and lifted his shopping bag up: "i saw your truck when i was pulling in but i wasn't sure if it was you or not and then i saw your hair and was like: 'yeah, that's gotta be ellie.' plus, me and d ran out of diapers, so she sent me to the store to grab some."

you and ellie shared glances at each other as jesse spoke, nodding your heads as he finished. "cool." you muttered, letting an awkward silence consume the three of you before he spoke up again: "are y'all good? cause y'all look sweaty as hell right now-" you looked at ellie with a small smile on your face, causing her cheeks to turn a light shade of pink. "we're fine, jesse."

you said, stifling a chuckle as he nodded. "i'll see you at work tomorrow, yeah?" ellie suddenly said, wanting to put an end to this awkward ass conversation. "yeah! yeah, i'll see you then." ellie dapped him up and you waved: "bye jesse!" he waved back and walked away from ellie's truck, making her let out a huge sigh.

"that was fucking weird... and awkward." she stated as you nodded your head, watching as jesse climbed into his car and drove off. "you still tryna fuck?" you rolled your eyes and hit ellie's shoulder, leaning towards her as you found your lips entangled with hers.

[drjae69]

ENJOY YOUR STAY . . .

It’s always the nice ones that get you . After weeks of long hours you need a break so you decide to use your paid time off now but what to do . You decide to try a new medical spa that you just found to hand opened nearby to you . The reviews were good and the patients were pleased with their stay there . After giving it some thought you decided to go for the week thinking what would you lose doing it? . Arriving there you checked in and sign the wavier at the front desk you barely read it but consented anyway thinking it was a responsibility waiver for the clinic . After walking through the main doors they took your bags and took you to be initially examined and after to your room . A sterile hospital like room two chairs a hospital bed and a hanging modern decent size TV . On the bed was a hospital gown , you were plainly asked to de cloth and wear it for your stay once you did, they took your regular clothes for safekeeping. You would relax on the bed for a little while before dinner came it was a nicer meal compared to a regular hospital, but given the asking price for your stay here it fit . While you ate you watched the TV which had streaming box with everything you could want from it . Soon it was bedtime in the light in the hallway went out along with yours so you want to bed . However, unbeknownst to you it would radically change overnight.

In the morning, you would awake dazed, and sore and with a warm moist feeling around your crock. Looking beside you a IV stand was now there with you hooked up to it . You would lay in bed feel around and with a shock would feel yourself urinating yourself confused you waited . Eventually, two nurses arrived you would ask what was wrong with you and you would find just that . One of the nurses would open the curtain. The other lifted your gown to expose a big bulky moist medical diaper. Very confused you would asked what they had done to you . One of the nurses would coldly reply to you according to the waive you signed you consented to any and all procedures, they deemed medically necessary for you including Surgically Induced Incontinence. Your face would go white as a realized what you agreed to absentmindedly before . Right before you could think further , the other nurse and proceeded to lift your legs into change you. Mortified you watched her change it out and spry urine and realizing what they had done to you . Once they had finished they said they would be back for you to take you out to see the rest of the spa. Sitting in your clean diaper you stared, motionless into the void coming to terms with this new reality. After being fed lunch you would be wheeled out to see the rest of it . The spa would indeed live up to the few images on the website and you would get to spend the quality time you wanted albeit diapered. You would interact with the other patients here all over which in various states of changed and all in diapers .

By the time you got back to your room and changed again you barely touched you dinner as as you contemplated going home in a weeks time now diapered thinking what needed to change now that you were this way and couldn’t go back . Over the next few days you would experience the most change since adolescence . The next morning, waking up to find a gastric feeding tube installed onto your stomach and then on being feed fluids and mashed up food in a IV bag . The following after morning come to find a new hysterectomy scar across your lower body . Midway through the week you awoke to find your self paralyzed from the waist down and everything beyond that numb and Ice to the touch now . For the next following days you acclimatize to an new motorized wheelchair they “gifted” you . When finally you’re stay included in discharged, you were a different person from when you had entered . Now Incontinence and Paralyzed you had to live this way for now on. Conveniently the Medical spa gave the necessary paperwork to make the transition as convenient as possible . Even went home eating was different instead of solid meals it was from an IV Bag through the gastric tube as your stomach had contracted due to the invasive medication in your IV bags to be unsuitable for solid food again. Returning to work traumatized and broken all you could do was remember the sign on the door of the medical spa “enjoy or stay”.



[sadiehaleheart]

I think more modern CQL / The Untamed fanfics should have Wei Wuxian carrying a bottle of sriracha around in A'Yuan's diaper bag. Diapers, emergency change of clothes, wet wipes, toddler toys, optional talisman craft supplies for keeping his brain busy during naps, and hot sauce. Imagine Jiang Cheng's reaction face.

[farity]

Family is Everything

Family is Everything

Pairing: Modern AU BabyDaddy!Aegon x you

Summary:  Inspired by pic of TGC with an adorable bebe

All fluff and lots of swearing.  -  Part 2  -  Part 3

He heard the commotion the  moment he opened the car door.  

“Aegon, she’s gong to start crying if they’re screaming like that.”

“I know, babe.  Hold on.”  He started typing on his phone as you walked around the car to open the back door and get your daughter.  She was a happy baby that had brought so much joy to your relationship with Aegon.  Your little family meant the world to both of you.

“Done,” Aegon said, taking the baby from you.  She cooed at him as she always did, and instinctively, he patted her bottom.  “We’re clean and dry, let’s do this.”

You had to admit, you had your doubts when, after two years together, Aegon had said, “you know, maybe we should stop the birth control thing.”  You were both very young, but you both knew you were together for life.  

“Is this because Jace got Baela knocked up and you don’t want them to have all the glory?”

He’d laughed, but then he’d gotten serious, which he rarely did.  “It’s you and I, you know that.  You’re my soulmate, my heart.  I want to enjoy my kids, take them up on the plane, play with them in the park.  All the things my dad never did.”

You understood.  His father had been older when Aegon and his siblings were born, and he’d been distant, and then, too sick to truly spend time with them.  You wished he’d lived to meet your baby, but at least you had honored him in her name.

He slung the diaper bag over his shoulder while carrying your daughter, and knocked on his mother’s door.  The football final was today and you were all rooting for King’s Landing ,of course.  

The door opened and there was surprisingly little noise anymore, only the sound of people eating and drinking and having quiet conversations.  His mother, Alicent, immediately began cooing at the baby, completely ignoring both you and Aegon.  He turned to you, rolling his eyes.  “I told you we don’t exist anymore.”

“You don’t, asshole, you’re just Vizzy’s parental units.” his youngest brother Daeron said.

Baby Vizzy was babbling back at her grandmother, and soon a couple of dark haired young men began circling Alicent and the baby.  “Is this the same baby?” Aegon’s cousin Luke asked.  “She looks so much bigger.”

“It’s called growing, moron,” Aegon replied.  “I know you’re stuck at the same size from when you were ten, but she’s still growing.”

Aegon’s brother Aemond came over to give you a hug, and took the diaper bag from his brother.  “I think Criston is going to propose to mom.  He is so freaking out,” he whispered.

“Oh my gosh, how exciting!” you whispered back.  You headed over to the food table, knowing well your daughter was safe and happy with Aegon’s family.  They had taken you in the moment Aegon brought you over for the first time, and as someone whose parents had died long ago and had no siblings or other relatives, it was nice to finally have a family again.

“Mom, relax, I know what I’m doing, go get food.”  Aemond took Vizzy out of his mother’s arms and began to throw the baby in the air.  The baby squealed and giggled, and you took out your phone to take a little video of niece and uncle having fun.

“Aemond, you fucking asshole, why are you wearing that?”

“Statistically, House Manderly has a 53% chance of winning, given the injuries to-”

Aegon groaned, “oh my fucking god, you nerd, unhand my daughter, I don’t want her near a blue shirt!”  But he smiled, watching his brother tickling his daughter’s neck.

“She’s still bald?”

Luke smacked the back of Daeron’s head.  “That’s fucking rude, you’re going to hurt her little feelings.”

You started laughing, “she doesn’t understand a word.  Thank god, because we all swear like sailors.”  You fixed a plate for Aegon as well, and you both headed to the dining table where, for once, you could both eat together peacefully.

“She’s adorable,” Alicent said, sitting next to you.  “Thank you for taking me along on her doctor’s visit.”

“Of course!”  You had made it a point to include Aegon’s - your - family in as much of your daughter’s life as you could.  They all got pictures and videos on the Vizzy T WhatsApp thread, Alicent babysat often so you could finish your degree, and even her longtime boyfriend Criston had installed door cameras and alarms at your house after she was born.  Helaena was constantly shopping for the baby, who was better dressed and accessorized than you had ever been.

“Babe,” Aegon said, “you want another one?”

Your jaw dropped, and Alicent coughed, standing up to leave the table.  “Aegon, what the hell?”

“I’m just saying, you are amazing with her,” he leaned in to kiss you, grabbing the back of your neck.  “You’re a fucking great mom.  And,” he lowered his voice, “your boobs got huge when you were pregnant.”

“I knew it.” you kissed him back, smiling.  “You’re a fucking pervert.”

He smiled.  “Think about it.”

You nodded.  You were graduating in a few months.  Maybe a sibling for Vizzy wouldn’t be a bad thing.  

There was a muffled squeal and Helaena walked in the door, arms full of shopping bags.  “She’s here, she’s here, give her to me!” she took her from Aemond and began covering the baby in kisses.  Vizzy giggled and then farted loudly.  “Oh sheesh,” Helaena blinked, “what are you feeding this kid?”

* * * * *

You looked at your watch.  Vizzy was due for her nap in about thirty minutes, and Alicent had already gotten her bed ready for the baby, started the white noise machine, closed the curtains.  

“Hey,” Aegon said to Luke and Daeron, currently playing peek-a-boo with your daughter.  “Quiet time, she needs a nap soon or she’s going to turn into a fucking dragon.”

Aemond strolled over, picking up his niece before either Luke or Daeron could stop him.  “I’m going to read her something.”  He walked over to the fireplace, sat where Alicent usually liked to read, and opened one of the books Helaena had bought for her niece.  “This one is called, ‘Quantum Physics for Babies’”

“Yeah,” Aegon said, “that will put her to sleep.  Would put me to sleep.”

“Wait, wait,” you grabbed your phone, “before she goes down for a nap, can we take a picture with the uncles and auntie and cousins?”

Helaena shook her head.  “I have a zit the size of my fist, maybe just the guys?”

The men gathered, Aegon took his daughter, holding her confidently.

“Here, Vizzy!” you said, snapping your fingers above your phone camera.  Your daughter and Aegon looked at you, smiling, as they were surrounded by love.

“Let me stand on this.”

“Luke, just fucking own your height deficiency.”

“We all know I’m her favorite uncle.”

“Shut up, Aemond.”

“But why is she still bald?  Ow!”

Click.

[tiny-paws]

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[carrieeve]

the moment between the striking and the fire

Bellarke // 15.8k // modern // enemies to friends to lovers

"I wanna propose to Wells,” Raven said, walking into Clarke’s flat. “And I want to do it first.”

She tossed her bag onto an armchair in the corner of the hall and propped her hands on her hips, looking at Clarke with a measuring glare.

“Okay,” Clarke answered hesitantly, not sure where to go from there.

Of course she knew that Wells wanted to propose to Raven—they’d been best friends since they were both in diapers and they promised to be each other’s best men ages ago. She also knew that Wells had discussed it with Raven and wanted to surprise his girlfriends with the proposal.

What exactly was Raven driving at here, Clarke couldn’t tell.

or Clarke helps Raven plan the perfect proposal. too bad she's gotta work with Bellamy on it.

[read on ao3]

[banes-favourite]

Sorry if this question is too weird you totally don’t have to answer!! but on regressor gort when he does slip into his rare very very tiny baby headspace does he have gear for it? Is he a padded regressor? Does durge give him pacis and bottles and little sensory baby toys? Baby books? Things that he just looks at when he comes back to his usual self and goes “get rid of that shit NOW” out of embarrassment and durge just nods like they don’t have all that stuff stocked in a diaper bag for him like an overprotective parent packing for a day at the park

I'm crying at the image of Durge carrying out this huge backpack full of baby gear and sceleritas is like "what is that you're carrying my dark lord? many torture weapons for your unfortunate victims?" and Durge just stands there like 🧍 sweatin bullets

but yeah honestly it'd be very rare for him to slip into that deep of a regression, mostly cause even with his kid-regression he's fighting tooth and nail to keep up some semblance of control over himself so to just let go entirely like that? it'd take a BIG hit.

when it does happen I do think he has a little blue paci he's gotta be chewing on 24/7, and whatever baby book Durge gives him he ends up destroying by tearing the pages out cause it's fun!! he also loves being bottle fed (thank you mother flymm that never took the time to breastfeed or hold ur baby <3) and would probably adore baby sensory videos. Modern Durge just puts those dancing fruit on loop and baby gort is STUCK like an ipad kid 🙏

[rom-e-o]

Night Cap (Modern Ebenestance Family Fluff)

The peaceful silence of Constance and Ebenezer's master bedroom was suddenly interrupted by the soft, plaintive cries of their infant daughter. Both adults, one exhausted from giving birth and the other from tending to all the other deeds in the house, stirred in their sleep, instantly alert to the sound of their baby's distress.

Ebenezer was the first to sit up, his eyes adjusting to the dim moonlight filtering in through the curtains. He looked at Constance, who had also risen and was gazing down at the crib where Starla lay.

Constance whispered, "I think she's hungry, Ebenezer."

He nodded, his expression filled with tenderness. He struggled to not yawn. "Right. Might as well check and see if she needs to be changed too, yes?"

"Oh, good idea. Could you grab a diaper from the bag?"

"I'll grab you a nappy, if that's what you mean," he teased, and she rolled her eyes.

As Ebenezer went to the adjoining room to grab a diaper and powder for their newborn, Constance reached into the crib and picked up their fussing daughter. She cradled her gently in her arms, murmuring soothing words as Starla settled into her mother's embrace. "Ssssh. You're okay."

When Ebenezer returned, he saw the two most important women in his life - his wife and his daughter - and his heart swelled with love.

Starla nursed against Connie's bosom, her cries now silenced. "My, she has a healthy appetite! That's good."

Her observation fell of deaf ears as he remained transfixed by the sight, returning to the bed with the diaper and power in hand.

"Ah, perfect. Thank you so much."

She looked up and noticed the weary look in her husband's eyes. "Ebenezer, you don't have to stay up with us. You must be exhausted."

He scoffed jokingly. "M-Me? Exhausted? My dear, may I remind you that you're the one who carried and birthed our daughter just a few days ago, love. I can handle a little night cap. Right?"

He looked to Starla playfully, and she gurgled in what he decided was agreement. "See?"

"Still ..."

"It's not like I'm going back to work, dear," he reminded her. "One of the perks of running a private business is that you can grant yourself paternity leave. Bob has stepped in to handle my more urgent clients. I've done it for him before, so he was excited to return the favor. The bloke actually teased me about it."

Constance remained unconvinced. "B-But..."

"None of that." He shook his head with determination. "I want to be here with both of you."

As Constance continued feeding Starla, Ebenezer sat on the edge of the bed, watching them with an adoration that never ceased. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their daughter nursing and the warm, quiet moments shared between the young family.

When Starla had finally finished, Constance gently burped her and then cradled her against her shoulder, coaxing her back to sleep. She reached for the diaper and then glanced at her husband, who was still sitting beside her.

"Ebenezer, you should get some rest," she insisted.

He smiled and leaned in, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. His voice was loving but firm. "I'll rest when the two of you are sleeping peacefully."

Constance's heart swelled with love for this man who was so committed to their little family. She knew in that moment that they were in this together, and their bond as a family was unbreakable. His love for her was plain to see, even in quiet moments, and it continued to humble her to the point of tears on a daily basis.

"Here, I'll change her," he offered, one hand tucking the labels of her robe (actually it was his dressing gown - the green one she was so fond of stealing) back into place. "You did your part. Now, I want you to relax, dearest."

After Ebenezer had changed Starla's diaper and gently settled her back into her crib, he and Constance quietly reclined back into their own bed. The world outside was still and silent, and the warmth of their home enveloped them as they slipped under the covers.

They lay facing each other, their eyes meeting in the darkness of the canopied bed. Constance reached out and tenderly brushed a strand of silver hair away from Ebenezer's forehead.

"You know," she whispered, "you didn't have to get up with us tonight, my love."

Ebenezer smiled, his gaze full of affection. "It was my honor to be there with you, love ... and I want to keep being there for both of you, every step of the way."

She couldn't help but smile back, her heart full of love for this man who had become not only her husband but also the father of their child. Her fingers traced the contours of his face, her touch gentle and filled with gratitude.

"I...am so happy I have you," Constance whispered, her voice nearly breaking at tears of joy beaded on her lashes. "I love you. Thank you for everything...especially for not listening to me when I ask you to go to bed."

He huffed out a laugh, then clapped a hand over his mouth in panic. As he shifted his gaze over to the bassinet and saw Starry was still sleeping, he sighed in relief. Connie grinned and barely contained her own chortle.

In the quiet of the night, their lips then met in a soft, lingering kiss. It was an unspoken promise to support and care for one another through all of life's joys and challenges. Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted back to sleep, somehow more grateful for each other than ever before.

[girltalkblog]

#GirlTalk: Mothers of Gynecology - Women Abandoned

A historical insight to women of the past who were forced to sacrifice for the health of future generations, only to be overshadowed by a man.

(The Mothers of Gynecology Monument in Montgomery, Alabama. Photo by Andi Rice/The Washington Post/Getty Images)

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Bearers of life, roots of existence, birth-givers if you will. Women are the beginning of life, and without them people would not exist to populate the Earth, not even men.

Yet while this is true, there are enough instances of hate, prejudice and discrimination directed towards women since the beginning of modern society that it feels like society still treats women as

second class to men despite their biological (perhaps magical? I’m not a STEM major, thank you.) powers to bring more life to the world. This is not to say that women are only capable of having children, because time and time again women and non-masculine people have proved themselves to be worthy of praise and credit.

You would think that in 2023, we, as an international population, would have agreed to give credit where credit is due, but unfortunately, that has not been the case for a vast amount of people throughout time, women specifically.

I would like to jump back in time for this topic, to highlight some examples of women who have been, as I like to describe, cheated out of countless credit, awards and eternal recognition for ideas and products that have shaped the modern world.

Can you imagine living without disposable diapers, square-bottomed paper bags or the cure for leprosy? Maybe you can, but I would bet money, though, that the average person would not be able to live without common conveniences like computers, Wi-Fi and for some, hair straighteners.

What about gynecology? Try to imagine living in a world with zero knowledge on female-specific health. Personally, I don’t think we would have made it past the dinosaurs.

In all seriousness, gynecology is one of the most important fields of healthcare, due to its treatment of the health and well-being of half the world’s population. While this field is imperative to the reproductive and sexual health of many, it has a dark beginning and a history of unethical practices.

If you think a couple of men taking credit for DNA’s double-helix structure from Rosalind Franklin was bad, wait until you hear what the so-called “Father of Gynecology” did to achieve that status.

Dr. James Marion Sims was an Alabaman surgeon that practiced and coined many gynecological procedures during the Antebellum period. What is notable about his career are the multiple techniques and devices he created that are still in practice today, like his repairment of vesicovaginal fistulas, which often form as complications from childbirth or injury, the Sims Specula and the Sims position for medical examinations.

He has been praised for his work as a surgical gynecologist, while he was alive holding positions in national medical associations and having statues recognizing his achievements being placed all around the United States post-mortem.

While he was highly praised for his medical discoveries, there were many critics of his work in history and today as well, mainly because of his unethical and inhumane practices against Black enslaved women without the use of any anesthesia.

Sims had a wide access to enslaved people because he mingled with many plantation owners at the time, who hired him to treat their enslaved laborers of various injuries and ailments. He even set up a hospital in the middle of the Montgomery Slave Trade. While he never used anesthesia for his Black patients (because he was apparently one of those racists that was under the impression that Black people didn’t feel pain the same as white people), he did end up using anesthesia for his White patients when he set up the first Woman’s Hospital in New York.

Although I would love to continue talking about the wrongdoings of Sims against enslaved Black women, I would much rather shed light on the women that, in recent times, are being dubbed the “Mothers of Gynecology” (take that, Sims!), or the three enslaved women we know about today that Sims experimented on. Their names were Lucy, Anarcha and Betsey.

While undergoing multiple surgeries each over several years, Sims trained these women to be surgical assistants, so they could take care of each other while undergoing his experiments. The main significance of these women that I want to point out is that without them and their sacrifices they were forced to make, Sims wouldn’t have been given such a high title.

These three women paved the way for modern gynecology, and while they most likely did not consent because they were considered property and could not consent, they still deserve to be recognized for the violations against their bodies, and how all those experiments performed on them led to the female reproductive and sexual healthcare that we know today.

It is important to educate ourselves about these stories and the hidden figures that have been overlooked because it helps us to understand the social culture that surrounds us. What happened to Anarcha, Lucy, Betsey and unnamed others like them was tragic and unfair, especially considering how high of a standard Sims was held to afterward.

I believe it is helpful and almost obligatory to reflect on these events of the past and appreciate all the conveniences we have at our disposal now, how they came to be, and remember those who had to sacrifice in order for future generations to prosper.

☆ Originally Published November 22nd, 2023

[mysticdragon3art]

Dimiclaude modern AU, with toddler Alfred.

This is that headcanon I mentioned earlier (https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/709710025757753344/oh-no-got-2-dmcl-au-headcanons-running-in-my-head), with trans Dimitri and Alfred from Fire Emblem Engage as Claude's and Dimitri's child.

But thanks to Dimioselletria / @dmclemblems for the idea of Alfred and Law as Dimitri's and Claude's kids, in the first place.

Maybe when I look into Tales of Arise and get a sense of Law's character, I'll doodle some headcanons of him as Alfred's sibling. But as the older or younger sibling is the question...?

2/22-23/2023. Platinum Preppy fountain pen using Noodler's Ink. No pencil underdrawings. Colored with Copic markers and ShinHan Art Touch marker. Minimal white-out for a correction. Referenced Google Images of dads with toddlers, S.H. Figuarts Body-kun, and S.H. Figuarts Body-kun Rihito Takarai version.

That lion pouch had an orange face, but it turned out darker in the scan.

I'm sorry, I keep forgetting how to draw Dimitri's hair. x_x;

EDIT 12:01 AM 2/24/2023: Added more notes to doodle of Dimitri holding Alfred. Mostly headcanons about the diaper bag.

[lildip-hc]

SPRINTING IN HERE. HI!!

1, 3, 5, 9, 17, 18, 20 for pearl and/or marina? :0 (sorry if that's too many!!)

RAAH THANK YOU !!! i love love love splatoon so much ,, this post is a lil long so !! under the cut

Why do they wear diapers? (comfort? necessity?)

Marina would probably be a mix of both. I think she'd have issues with getting up in the night due to stress. I don't think she'd want / need them during the day, but it'd make her feel safe and help her stay clean when she can't quite leave the room.

For Pearl, I'd say comfort! She'd enjoy the big fluff 'round her imo. She might've been shy about it all at first but when she met rina and they started living together (which I REFUSE to believe isn't real and canon), she's gotten more confident! Besides, I doubt she could stay shy for long either way.

3. How do they feel about wearing diapers? (shy? angry? chill?)

Marina feels safe with them but prefers to not wear them often :] though I think she'd be super chill !

Pearl loves them. She's real chill abt it

5. What are their favorite patterns/designs?

Marina would like a simple print pattern or single colors!

Pearl would prolly want something thats super extravagant. like . borderline an entire custom brand made just for her. Like. Lots of different patterns, different designs, even letters! She'd have tons of different themes and colors, no specific preference and wears whichever she feels like each day.

9. What’s their Dream Diaper?

Marina doesn't want anything super thick all around, she prefers something thinner on the sides, easier to adjust. Maybe one in green, too

Pearl doesn't have a dream one, she'd just get it instantly tbh </3

17. What’s their favorite thing to wear over a diaper? (pants? skirts? diaper cover? nothing at all?)

Marina would wear her pajamas (i think she'd wear one of those dress pajamas), pearl would wear a skirt/dress. I don't take critique/j

18. Do they have a diaper bag? What does it look like?

Yes, for pearl. It would look like you took the modern princess aesthetic and turned it into a bag.

20. Who is their CG? Does their CG wear diapers as well?

they are eachothers CGs ! so yes :3

tyty for sending this in!!