#SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT

[glennrheesworld]

Hi i don't know if you are still taking requests or not bit if not just ignore this :]

I was wondering if you could write about glenn having his first kid with reader and him being naturaly good with the kid and in calming them and taking care of them

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝~

genre: fluff pairing: Glenn Rhee x f!reader summary: Glenn just being the loving and caring father was meant to be. warnings: none

a/n: no bc this request is so cute and sad at the same time! like we all know Glenn never got a chance to be a father to Hershal Jr. 😔💔

Inside your home in Alexandria, you yawn tiredly as you had not slept much last night. Your 5-year-old son, Adam had always been very whiny when it came to bedtime. Never wanting to go to bed and sleep.

But fortunately, you had your husband, Glenn. He helped you with that little stubborn boy, swinging him from side to side like when he was first a newborn. And quickly he had quieted down and fell asleep in the arms of your lover.

You were glad to have Glenn by your side and adored his fatherly side, always being affectionate and so caring towards little Adam.

Glenn always made sure to not only look after your son but after you as well. After all, you were the mother of his son.

And your son, oh how he was a daddy’s boy. He loved his dad so much, that it made you think at times that he preferred him over you.

— — —

Adam was playing outside on the lawn, Glenn watching over him with that smile of his. Glenn had promised to take care of him the whole day so you could catch up on sleep.

“Daddy! Look!” Adam runs with a little worm in his open palm, wanting to show his dad what he had found.

“What did you find, little man?" Glenn asks intrigue with a soft smile, watching as Adam runs towards the porch. Suddenly, Adam trips on a little opening in the paver walkway, falling down and scraping his tiny knee on the concrete.

Seeing Adam on the floor with teary eyes makes Glenn jump from his chair quickly before rushing down the porch stairs to him.

“Hey, hey,” Glenn mutters softly, kneeling down to him. Adam’s bottom lip was quivering, and his cheeks were stained with small tears. He was hugging his knee, a small, scraped injury on it. “D-daddy,” He cries with a small pout.

Glenn gets up, reaching down to pick up the crying child in his arms. “It’s okay, dads got you, buddy.” He hugs him tightly, placing his hand over his small head as he attempts to comfort him.

He walks up the porch of the family home, "It's just a little scrape." He whispers to Adam in a gentle tone, reassuring him that he is okay. Adam buries his weeping face into your husband shoulder, staining it with tears and a running nose.

The worm was long forgotten, laying somewhere on the concrete.

The front door opens, Glenn and your son walking inside to where they find you eating a snack on the island table. The teary face of your kid makes you worry. “What happened? Why is my baby crying?”

Your hands cup his chubby cheeks, wiping his tears with your thumb. Adam had his arms still wrapped around his dad’s neck, pouty lip quivering. “I got a boo-boo.” You press a small kiss on his forehead, “You’re okay now, don’t cry, baby.”

Adam gives you a short nod before Glenn props him on the island table. “Let’s get you a band-aid, okay, kiddo.” Glenn pats his head before walking to the bathroom and getting a white first aid kit he had found on a run.

Glenn opens the kit and finds the band-aids. “Hold still, buddy, Dad’s going to fix your boo-boo,” he says gently. And Adam does as his dad says, trying his best to stay still as Glenn carefully places the band-aid over his scraped knee.

You hold Adam's tiny hand, wiping more of his tears while praising him for being so strong.

“Am I strong, daddy?” He turns to ask his dad, looking for confirmation that mom was right. He smiles down at his look alike.

“Yes, you’re very strong.” Adam sniffs, smiling at Glenn before turning to look up at you. “Strong like daddy!” You give Adam one more kiss and smile at him as he wipes his eyes, his lashes sticking a little.

“Strong like daddy.” Glenn smiles, ruffling his hair as Adam whines, not liking it.

You can't help but notice how cute your husband Glenn is with Adam. He seems to know all the right things to say and do to make your son laugh and happy.

The outbreak might have robbed you of a lot of things, but it gave you more than you expected.

Family.

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

“Savitar kidnaps and impersonates Barry”? 👀👀

@shrinkthisviolet inflicted this AU on me and now it’s a wip.

Whelp, pretty self explanatory with the title. Savitar doesn’t have his scar in this AU (since it really served no purpose other than distinguishing the two Barry’s and we don’t even know how he got it).

Tbh, I’m still working out the details for this {that’s a lie. I’m still working out the entire plot.} so I’ll just share a tiny snippet that should stay the way it is

“It’s been a week and they don’t suspect a thing. Makes me wonder if your team ever cared about you at all.” Barry just glared at him, it was all he could do from inside his prison.

Gonna be lots of taunts and mocking from Savitar and that’s fun for me :)

[kellyscowboy]

lingering glances for the soft gestures prompts for whoever you’re vibing with <33 - @fluffydavey

oh my god this has been in my drafts since may 8th, i am so so sorry omg || the prompts

Jack can't keep things to himself. He can't keep a secret, he can't stop smacking his friends playfully, and he can't keep his eyes on anything but Davey. Which is truly the last place they need to be, considering the circumstances of the strike.

He means to just look at David, but his innocent glances quickly turn into borderline stares. Even when the boy is mad at him, and he wants to turn away from him defiantly, he can't stop his eyes from eyeing him.

The two stay up late making signs for the others. Jack had suggested it. "The younger boys needa get their rest, they gotta long day 'head of 'em tomorrow," He had said. Truth be told, all of the newsboys had stayed up longer for stupider reasons and still woke up for even longer days. But David didn't need to know that.

As the night grew later, their writing became sloppier and Jack cared less about his wandering eyes. He watched carefully as Davey slowly, tiredly, dragged a paintbrush half-heartedly over cardboard. Dave caught Jack's eye and grinned before looking back to his sign.

"Hey, I know I'm not a fancy artist like you. But there's no need for the judgmental stares," David teased. Jack scoffed and shook his head.

"Not judgmental, Dave." He said, forcing his attention back to his own sign. "Just a stare."

He hummed in acknowledgment. "Well... maybe you should be staring at your own signs. You spelled strike with a c."

Jack read his sign that had STRIC written in big, bold, red letters. He chuckled for a second before he dragged a long line against the back of the c, so that it might be recognized as a k. Then he added the e and looked at his work proudly. "See? All fixed." He didn't miss the way David's gaze flitted from the sign to his paint-stained hands. "Hey, I know I'm not no fancy word-er like you. But there's no need for the judgmental stares," Jack mocked.

David rolled his eyes, but a small grin played at his lips. "Not judgmental, Jackie." He mocked right back. "Just a stare."

"Yeah, yeah." Jack smiled and let his eyes settle on Dave's face. "All I'm sayin' is that it ain't a bad view." Before the other boy could even attempt to reply, Jack changed the subject. "Thanks for doing this for us, Dave. I really appreciate it. I know the boys do too. You don't want to be around a tired Racer, trust me."

"Jack-"

"I think we're good on the signs. All them other borough are making their own, and we got plenty for our boys." Jack said. "Thanks again, Dave. I'll see ya tomorrow." He collected the signs in his arms and scurried away into the bunking room. Mentally, he cursed himself for his forwardness. But even with all his doubt, he knew he felt David's soft gaze watching him as he left.

[vil-nye]

hi! could i please have a general reading?

my nicknames izzy and im a sagittarius:)

thank you<3

Hi Izzy! (I love your username so much oml)

Your cards are

The lovers

2 of swords

The hierophant

You are indecisive about a choice you have to make (perhaps about morality or a need to conform), you may feel that you do not have enough information to make this choice.

[fanficwriter284]

can we have twin angst pls pls pls pls!!!

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE!!!! Sorry it took so long, I crashed!

Glenda strives from looking flawless. The eyeliner is sharp and on point, you bet the lipstick is making a statement. The freckles showing and are gorgeous. However, when Glenda feels ignored and people don't notice this. It's a real sucker punch. And leads to vast amounts of insecurity, luckily Glen's always there for a compliment these two can read each other and immediately know when the other is down. But when Glen isn't there, that's when anxiety hits. After the issues of Psyches and always being ignored and insulted, it feels like a necessity to be noticed, or it'll be like going back into that cage. And forgotten.

Glen tries to be a sweetheart always wishing others the best. But can lead to hyper fixation on others ignoring personal needs. Such as health and wanting to put others before himself. Glen is prone to snapping after suppressing emotions over personal matters, it's not healthy and only Glenda knows.

[starry-storm-writing]

Can you do #4? :)

Number 4 - remembering tiny things about the other

Lady Azura & Rain, Modern AU, also she/they pronouns for Azura bc Yes

(link to ask game here!)

“Hey, I got you coffee,” Rain says, setting the cardboard cup on the desk. Azura looks up for a moment, smiles, and then returns to their work.

A few minutes later, she takes a sip, and realizes it’s black coffee from the shop she mentioned liking a few weeks back. Rain has already left, presumably for the theater painting party.

They smile again, and this time it doesn’t leave their face until they get home.

[spicybeefu]

What if Pokemon & Animal Crossing had a crossover game? #10 Made in Blender, Wooper design by @omuart on instagram!

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[lotus-pear]

top 10 moments before disaster (dazai is about to step on his toes)

[dailymanners]

Always use "excuse me" if you have to get into someone else's personal space.

Someone at the store is standing in front of the shelf where there's a can you want to grab? Don't just reach into their personal space without warning, say "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" first so that they at least have a warning that someone is about to reach into their personal space, and most importantly, so that they have a chance to move before you get into their space.

Or if someone is standing on a walkway or in a doorway you need to get through, don't just silently shove past them or squeeze past them, say "excuse me" so that they have a warning that a someone is about to squeeze or shove into their personal space, and they have a chance to move out of the way before you do you.

People deserve a fair warning if someone is about to squeeze or shove or reach into their personal space. A lot of people are not okay with having someone, but especially a stranger, randomly shove or squeeze or reach into their personal space without warning. They also deserve a chance to move out of the way first for the sake of their comfort.

Try to avoid just staring at people who are in your way and expecting them to read your mind that you want them to move. Most people cannot, in fact, read minds, so having someone stand in front of them and stare at them often only leads to making them feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

But also more importantly, if you are standing somewhere someone needs to get to, and they say excuse me, you should move aside for them even if just temporarily, so they can avoid the discomfort of having to reach into your personal space or squeeze past you.

If someone is saying "excuse me" it's because they would like you to move because they don't want to have to get into your personal space, whether it's out of respect for you, or just because they themselves are not comfortable getting in your personal space.

All of this goes double for people with trauma and/or people who are neurodivergent. If someone has trauma related to abuse or assault they may find it more upsetting or possibly triggering to suddenly have someone shoving or reaching in their personal space without warning.

Or, many types of neurodivergence can make it especially disturbing and unpleasant to have someone else in your personal space, especially without warning.

You can never be 100% sure who is and isn't traumatized and/or neurodivergent, so always practice respecting other's personal space by giving them a fair warning with "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" before getting in their personal space, and moving aside when you hear those magic words. Or, even if someone isn't traumatized nor neurodivergent, it's still fair to not like someone in your personal space without warning and not being given the opportunity to move first.

[areuserious]

[cametotheshowinsd]

TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR (2023)

[itseghost]

the captured! quest was so funny that i actually drew multiple things at once

[hopelessvalentines]

“didn’t you have to promise, a hundred times not to die?”

[nekoo3001]

Proud dad🍻

[remxedmoon]

yeah ok buddy

joke stolen from this post 🩶