#but??? anybody else gets pregnant in the middle of the war???

[independent-variables]

biggest missed opportunity in star wars fanfiction is that nobody uses fake wombs in their angsy pregnancy fic

[niceshoesexpres]

(story time 5) I met this cool girl working at the cafe years ago, I think she was a cashier, this is what she look like, and then I remembered this recently and then I was like I met a couple cool girls like this and then I was like why I can't focus more on girls like this and parties , and less on life problems,

I was wondering about this a couple days ago, I meant to post this sooner but I keep forgetting to post this, I remember I was getting chicken and fries or monsterella sticks and fries, i would get this many times when i go to the cafe, and one day she said "you dont like to think about what you eat" and we was talking and I realized she said the coolest thing to me and i havent had someone say that to me in long time, she was single when i first met her but then she got pregnant from this other guy months later, but anyway, I met other cool girls like her and they said some things too but i cant remember them right now, i wish i could but i cant, but i have met cool girls like this, some black, some white, and some in the middle,

Why am I bring this shit up now, well, it's crazy how you meet these randomly cool people and like you could hang out with them, but, then you got some life bullshit going on and you like don't hang out with them or you forget them, and you know you shouldn't forget people sometimes, like the life bullshit happens every year, and like, it's hard for me and really anybody to focus on cool girls and parties, like the life bullshit happens every year and you say to yourself once it's over then I will go back to focusing on cool girls and parties, and then something else happens and it's this constant life bullshit cycle that happens every year, and it tries to distract you from everything else, and like you want to focus on cool girls and parties and not the life bullshit, but it's hard to do that, it's hard to just forget and not focus on life bullshit, people or society always bring the life bullshit to your face, and your trying to focus on cool girls and parties but your having a bad time doing it, like it's really hard for you to do sometimes, there is figuring life out and then there is trying to not focus on life problems, and is something I got to figure out how to do as I get older, because life problems matter but sometimes it don't matter, life problems are a constant war for survival, the war never ends, so I need to figure out how to not focus on life problems from time to time, my life is suppose to be more interesting than what it is now. Ok that's the end for this flashback one.

[actuallysaiyan]

The Day My Baby Gave Me A Surprize-PART I(Naruto Uzumaki x Reader)

Word count: 1,682

Pairings: Naruto Uzumaki x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, abuse, slight smut, slight violence, pregnancy

Summary: Reader has lived in Konoha her whole life, despite the fact that her parents despise ninjas. She’s led to believe the same, until she meets a certain shinobi who catches her eye...and holds her heart. When she ends up pregnant with his baby, her parents decide to send her away when they find out she’s been seeing a ninja...

A/N: This a new series! It may have one or two more parts, but it could have more if it becomes popular! This is inspired by the song The Day My Baby Gave Me A Surprize by DEVO, which the lyrics always reminded me of a man singing about his pregnant lover who gets sent away but she gets better enough to send him a letter to tell him she’s doing fine...

Your whole life, you’ve been taught to see shinobi as the worst people possible. Your parents told you that they were the kinds of people who brought violence and war upon themselves and others. They weren’t there to defend the weak or fight for justice; they were there to fight people and become cruel assassins and hurt people. They wouldn’t be able to help you in a situation, they would leave you there to die.

For years, you believed your parents. You would see shinobi and think about how unlucky and cruel they were. How they would only bring misfortune and death with them everywhere they went. 

Then, you met someone. A shinobi. He changed your opinion on shinobi forever.

It was just a fleeting crush at first, but as it grew, you found yourself wanting to train and become a kunoichi. You wanted to have the strength and defend others.

Yet, you still had to hide all of this from your parents. It was very tough to do something like this, seeing as even after everything happened in the village and how most of the fighting between the villages seemed to calm down, your parents still couldn’t trust any ninja. They didn’t see the way they truly were. They still saw the old ways.

Your mother, a dressmaker, was way too preoccupied with keeping up with the Jones’ to even think about sending you to the academy when you were a child. She would have died of embarrassment if you had shown any kind of interest in fighting or using genjutsu. 

Your father, the one who owned the dress shop and who came from money, would have told you otherwise if you even dared show interest in ninjutsu or fighting. He would have argued and told you that it was wrong and you would just be cursing the family for generations to come.

But when you met Naruto, everything changed.

You met him at Ichiraku ramen. It was one of your favourite places to go, but you did your best to go there alone when it wasn’t very populated. You knew it was a popular spot for ninjas, so you didn’t want to go when they were frequenting it. You were embarrassed that your parents had these thoughts and you didn’t want to be known as the daughter of the people who hated ninjas in a village full of ninjas.

But Naruto was so different. He was warm, friendly and very cute. You could get lost in his eyes for hours, just listening to him go on and on about his training. He was so charming, you couldn’t help but start to fall in love with him.

Your first kiss was under a tree in the forest, very far away from your home. Naruto knew about your parents, but he still wanted to show you how ninjas were good people. He loved you and didn’t want to let you go.

You and Naruto fell for each other very fast. It was so quick and so passionate. You had to meet up at odd times of the day in very secluded places, but you’d never trade these dates for anything. Naruto would show you different fighting techniques and would try to train you as best as he could, although you didn’t even know the first thing about being a ninja.

Naruto was a bit of a hothead, but he had so much patience for you. He would praise you to no end, and would always be very supportive. Most of your time would be spent either training, or it would be spent making out and enjoying your short time together. You barely had enough time to do both things. Oftentimes, you would have to run home in the middle of a training session without giving him a single kiss. It was getting harder and harder to meet up, but you couldn’t stop. Your heart wouldn’t let you give up on Naruto…

The days would go by in a blur. You’d spend most of your time with Naruto when your parents didn’t think too much of it. They would ask you from time to time what you were doing at the odd times of the night, but you would just tell them you were going for walks to clear your head. They bought every excuse you gave them, not thinking you would ever dare fraternize with a ninja.

Little did they know, you were head over heels in love with Naruto. You often fantasized about telling your parents that you were going to marry him and that he was going to be there for you forever and that they would have to just deal with it. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it from them, but you didn’t care if you got caught anymore.

One night, you snuck out of your room and made your way towards Naruto’s place. You had been planning this outing for a little while, and you knew it had to go perfectly. You were going to show Naruto exactly how much he meant to you, and there was only one way to truly show him that.

Naruto was very surprised when he saw you at the door. He was half-asleep but very happy to invite you in. You were dressed up in one of the dresses your mother made for you, which made you feel a little guilty about the whole situation.

“What are you doing here this late, y/n? Not that I’m unhappy to see you, because I’m very happily surprised, dattebayo!” Naruto asked.

“I needed to see you. I love you Naruto, and I’m tired of having to hide this from everyone,” you pushed him up against the wall and kissed him heatedly. Naruto chuckled nervously when you pulled away.

“I love you too, y/n.” he looked deeply into your eyes, seeing the love and understanding exactly what was happening.

He was gentle and loving while he undressed you, watching your body as you climbed onto his bed and gave him a sultry pout. Naruto put your pleasure first as he made love to you, making sure you wouldn’t cry or feel discomfort. You loved him and kissed him and as the night ended, you found yourself falling asleep in his arms.

The next day, you felt different. You didn’t care about your parents finding out, yet you couldn’t help but think about how it would hurt them to find out that you were with a shinobi. So you tiptoed out of Naruto’s place and you decided you would give it some time before you saw him again…

Until you found out your period was late. You were cursing yourself in the bathroom, hoping your parents wouldn’t hear you crying and swearing. You needed to go see a doctor without arousing your parents' suspicion.

Unfortunately for you, one of your mother’s friends saw you at the doctor’s office. She couldn’t help herself and stuck her nose in your business, spying on you as you sat on the exam table. Tears streamed down your cheeks as the doctor told you the news…

You were a month pregnant, incidentally, that was the amount of time you had spent away from Naruto. There was no question about it, Naruto had gotten you pregnant. That night had been filled with so much love and passion that you both had forgotten to protect against this kind of situation. You wanted to do something about it, but the doctor told you to wait on it and talk to the father before making any rash decisions.

Even worse was the fact that your parents had been told by their friend about what they witnessed at the doctor’s office. Your father was furious but your mother couldn’t stop crying. It wasn’t like you were a child anymore, but you weren’t in any position to raise a child on your own.

“Who is the father?” your mother asked through her tears.

You didn’t want to say. You feared that they would take you away from Naruto, or even worse, that your father would pay someone to hunt him down or something along those lines. Your father was yelling at you, but you didn’t tell them who it was.

“It was probably those scum of the earth shinobi! Were you raped and this is why you won’t say who the father is? Is it because you don’t know who it is?” Your father barked, and your mother howled at the idea of you being raped.

“I wasn’t raped! Shinobi aren’t bad people, dad. They are good people, just like anybody else. They’ve got their faults, but…” you barely could finish what you were saying before your father slapped you across the face.

“I knew she was sneaking off to see a ninja. This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t have been so lenient with her!” Your father yelled at your mother, but she didn’t want to hear this.

The next few days were filled with your parents making arrangements to send you away. They had heard from a friend of a friend that in the Hidden Sand Village, there was a woman who would take care of your little problem. She could make everything better.

In the dark of the night, they sent you off with two escorts. You could barely understand why you were letting this happen, yet you were so weak. You felt like you didn’t have any more fight left in you. If only you had trained more with Naruto, you could have defended yourself against your father.

But now, you were being shipped off to someone in the Sand Village. You didn’t even know how this was legal. Leave it to your parents to find a way to send you away and to just sweep all these problems under the rug.

Your heart ached for Naruto. You didn’t want to stay away from him for a whole month, and now you wouldn’t even be able to tell him that you loved him...or that you were carrying his baby.

[invalid-prongs]

war child

i would like to begin by saying: don't panic!! this is the longest piece i've ever written, standing at a daunting 1.1k words, but yes, it's got a happy ending, for once. it's also jily (+ wolfstar, duh) so enjoy <3

lily looks over at the counter nervously. “do i look?”

remus doesn’t glance up from his book. “it’s only been two minutes, lils. how long does the box say?”

she sighs, checking the packet. “five,” she gnaws lightly at her bottom lip. “can’t i just do it now?”

“best to wait,” remus sends her a smile in encouragement. “they make the product, they’re bound to know best, right?” he chuckles numbly, trying to lighten the mood. “better than…”

he trails off, but lily can hear the unspoken words echo through the room.

better than a couple of teenagers.

she isn’t sure how she let this happen. all her life, she’s been incredibly careful with what she said and did, how she acted. and now...

damn james potter and his stupid smile, his stupid laugh and stupid glasses and stupid—

“lily? you can check it now?”

dragging herself into the present, she leaps from the toilet seat, grabs the stick from the counter, and freezes.

oh god. what if...

she stays still for a moment, until remus closes his book and stands up. “do you want me to do it?”

she nods, handing him the stick and braces herself. he checks it quickly, expression neutral, nothing changing.

“well?” she asks, impatiently. he looks up, meeting her eye, his look saying everything.

positive.

she’s pregnant.

almost instantly, her legs cave in, and she feels herself crumbling into remus’ arms.

how could she do this? how could she let this happen?

everybody’s fighting for their own lives, everybody’s wondering whether or not they’re going to wake up tomorrow.

some of them won't even make it home tonight.

and here she is bringing a child into this.

“i’m so stupid,” she mutters, closing her eyes as tears cascade. “so stupid, so utterly stupid. how could i do this, remus? to me, to a baby, an innocent little human. oh god, how could i do this to james?”

remus strokes her back in comfort. “well, the first obstacle is finding a good time to tell him.”

she nods. “quickly,” she presses. “sooner, before it’s too late, before something bad happens.”

“nothing bad is going to happen. to you, james, nor your baby. you’re fine, you’re all fine, you’re always going to be fine, lils.”

she nods, trying to keep her breathing steady and thoughts calm as she pulls away from her best friend’s embrace and rises to her feet.

her throat feels dry. “we’ve got dinner tonight with everybody. i’ll tell him after, because sirius will be there, and i know he’ll need his brother.”

remus nods, lily vanishes the plastic, and they tiptoe silently from the bathroom, minds racing and hearts thumping.

tonight.

 it arrives too quickly for lily’s liking.

before she can begin to process anything, everybody’s sat in the potters’ home, laughing and talking, despite the impending doom and war raging outside.

it feels suffocating, but lily tries to smile and loosen up before somebody notices.

remus is sending her small smiles and encouraging glances as the night progresses, and it keeps her moderately calm.

 james doesn’t notice, and if anybody else does, they never touch upon it.

at nine-thirty, a few people leave, with small smiles and light, “see you later”s, as if they know this will be able to happen again.

it leaves lily, james, remus, and sirius sat in the living room, talking over wine and reminiscing on their days at hogwarts.

“james?” she whispers tensely. “james, can we talk?”

he turns in his seat, smiling at his wife like she’s the most amazing thing in the world. “what’s up, lilypad?”

she takes a deep breath, stealing one last glance at remus, before letting her eyes fall on the sofa.

“please don’t be mad at me,” she breathes lightly, feeling remus and sirius watching, as well as her husband. “i didn’t—i don’t know how—”

he rests a hand on hers. “lily, not a single thing you say can make me—"

“i’m pregnant.”

james stops talking. sirius chokes on his wine. lily wants to look at james’ expression, but she daren’t. remus just sits silently, arm around his boyfriend, watching the scene.

james sits there for a few moments, as if processing lily’s words, and then spits out: “what the fuck?”

he doesn’t sound mad. but he doesn’t sound thrilled. how could he be? raising a kid at their age in the middle of a war…

lily bites her lip. i knew this was a bad idea. silent tears fall down her face, but she tries keeping herself together.

“not long,” she tells him quickly, voice uneven. “only a few weeks, or something, i don’t know exactly. but i’m not—i can’t—”

she stops talking. she doesn’t know what to say. in a daring move, she looks up to see james staring at her, a mix of emotions washing over him.

“is this some kind of joke?” he questions, voice hard. “lily, i swear to god, we’re in the middle of a war, and we’re only kids ourselves, and—”

“and last time i checked, it takes two to make a baby, so instead of riling yourself up at evans, you know, your wife, maybe think about how this is half your fault, james.”

everybody turns to face sirius in bewilderment. he smirks, raising his wine glass to james before taking a sip. “congratulations, by the way.”

“shut up, padfoot, merlin!” remus groans, leaning back in his seat, hands covering his face.

james closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, before looking lily in the eyes and holding her hands.

“he’s right, i’m sorry, this is my fault too,” he smiles sadly, pulling a hand away to run it through his hair. “it’s just… fuck, lily, we’re in trouble here. we can’t—we’re a fighting a war we’re losing, and now we’re bringing a kid into this?”

“i know, i’m not sure what we’re going to do either, james. but we’re… we’re going to be parents.”

“we’re going to be parents.”

“i’m going to be an uncle!”

“padfoot, shut the fuck up! they’re having a moment!”

james laughs lightly, and even lily manages a smile. she catches her husband’s eye again, and this time, there’s no fear hidden away.

they’re full of love, warmth, happiness. but most of all, hope.

hoping. for a better future, when they’re older, with no wars raging outside, no blood being shed on their doorstep.

right now, though... this is good, this is right, this is where they’re meant to be, even though the current state of things isn't what they’d pictured.

even if it isn’t perfect right now, lily feels that it’s all going to get better, really soon.

“i love you,” she smiles a little wider, and james’ eyes melt.

“i know,” he kisses her hand. “i love you too. both of you.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? Neither. I make ramen or something easy in the microwave or oven.

Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? Nooo. I would not mess up someone’s hair.

Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? My aunt and cousin came over Saturday to hang out for a late birthday get together. We just played a few board games and ate.

How many long term relationships have you been in? Zero.

Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? I sleep with the TV on, which I’ve done since I was a kid, but for some reason I’ve been leaving my floor lamp on lately, too. I just end up falling asleep without turning it off.

Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? That’s how it is with anyone; I forgive but don’t forget.

Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? I like some of her songs.

Do you know your blood type? No.

Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes.

Have you ever been pregnant? No.

How old were you when you first went on a plane? I was 16.

Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? Yeah, student loans.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yes, thankfully.

When was the last time you went apple picking? I’ve never done this. 

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? A beach vacation.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? No.

How many bedrooms are in your house? Two.

Are you smart about computers? I know some stuff.

Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? No.

Do you own a Xbox 360? Nope.

Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? No.

So, do you need a nap? It’s almost 830AM and I just got up like an hour ago, but yeah I could definitely go back to sleep. 

What would you rather be doing? Sleeping.

What sport are you the best at? None. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Nope.

Do you complain a lot? I feel like I do now. :/ I didn’t used to. 

Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? Neither.

Do you like fruity or minty gum? I only like minty flavored gum.

Are you looking forward to any day of this month? No.

Have you ever gotten detention? Nope.

Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? I’d say the one that made me a paraplegic. 

Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? Most of my clothes are from Boxlunch and Hot Topic.

Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? Yeah.

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I have a doggo. I would never have a giraffe for a pet for obvious reasons, though.

Ever cried so much you threw up? No, but felt like it.

Who is your best guy friend? I don’t have one.

What do you two do when you hang out? --

What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? Star Wars and the Marvel and DC movies. 

Do you even like horror movies? I love ‘em.

Do you live in the country? No.

What is your favorite accent? Some southern and British accents.

Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No.

Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? I drink both.

What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? I had a little get together at home with family and my best friend at the time on my actual 21st and then the next day my cousin, my best friend, and I went out of town for the weekend to one of my favorite places. We drank that night and then did touristy things and shopping the rest of the time.

Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? Yes.

Do you take a lot of pictures? Not anymore.

What kind of face wash do you use? I don’t. :X

Does drama always seem to follow you? Not drama, but other issues.

Does anybody in your family race? No.

Are you closer to your mom or dad? My mom.

How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” I think it was $5.

How long do you want to live with your parents? I have no plans to move out for the foreseeable future. It’s best for me to live at home and I’m perfectly fine with it.

Do you have a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Do you like your parents? Yes, I love my parents.

Do you secretly like someone? No.

Would you ever date your best male friend? --

What are you currently listening to? I’m watching The Middle.

Do you want to be single? Yes.

Did you go out or stay in last night? I stayed in.

Have you pretended to like someone? No.

How is your heart lately? Sad.

Are you wearing socks? Yeah, I’m always wearing socks.

What do people call you? Stephanie, Steph, Sis.

Do you get stressed out easily? Yeppp.

Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? Yes.

What is wrong with you right now? At this moment I’m tired and hungry.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? I own a ton of things from Hot Topic.

Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? Alone.

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No.

Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Yes, several times. :(

Did you get any compliments today? No.

Have you ever gone to a beach? Numerous times. I love the beach.

What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? I’d say nah.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Yes.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? Yes.

Do you have long nails? My nails are barely there at all.

Do you like the gender you are? Yeah.

Do you generally look nice in photos? No. Or ever I feel like.

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? Ew, no.

What colour are your father’s eyes? Blue.

If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? Hmm. Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? Probably not.

What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received? That’s hard to say.

What’s your favorite hot beverage? Coffee, duh.

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? Piano and violin. 

Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Wrap presents.

Do you think you’re important? Not at all.

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Hmm.

Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? Yes.

Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? No.

Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? Nope.

What was the first thing you ate today? I had my nightly bowl of ramen around 2AM.

If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? I’d spend it at the beach.

If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? I’m not doing well.

What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? There’s a few things I should get taken care of but have put off for quite awhile.

Is there anything that you wish you could take back? Oh yes.

What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? Good health.

If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? This is too deep for me right now.

When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I don’t know. I cut it super short over a month ago and now I’m letting it grow it out a bit before I get it styled. 

Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? Fast.

Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ No.

How many drugs are in your system? Does my prescription pain med count?

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Nothing out of the ordinary.

Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? No.

Do you call anyone baby? Nope.

What’s your current mood? Bleh.

What were you doing before filling out this survey? Watching The Middle.

How late did you stay up last night? I think I fell asleep around 4ish.

When was the last time you cried really hard? Recently. It’s not a rare occurrence. :/

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? Not anymore. :( Like I said, I cut it super short because I had to.

[mellindi]

30 Minutes Later. Salim’s Apartment | San Myshuno.

After that performance Aahana put on at the hospital, Salim felt it was best for him to just leave. Arguing with her wasn’t going to solve anything. It never did. The more he fought with her, the harder she fought back and he knew if he kept pushing her, she would do whatever she had to just to retain the power she felt like she was losing. This would happen all the time during their marriage, they’d argue, she’d get belligerent then afterwards, he would fix it, the exact same way, every single time by doing ... absolutely ... nothing.

When he got home, Camilla was already in bed. It was only nine o’ clock, so he knew her laying there squeezing her eyes together was just her poor attempt at pretending to be sleep. He also knew she would only be pretending to be sleep if she didn’t want to talk to him and she would only not want to talk to him if she was mad at him.

Salim: [squeezes her and kisses her shoulder] I’m sorry. Camilla: [opens eyes] ... Salim: [kisses her again] Can you stop being mad at me, please? Camilla: ... Salim: If you stop being mad for five minutes, you can be mad at me for as long as you want tomorrow. Camilla: [sighs deeply and turns to face him] I’m not mad at you.

She wasn’t mad at him, she was just ... frustrated at the situation. Aahana went as far as faking contractions just so she could keep him from her. She was starting to feel like things might always be this way. Like the two of them would constantly be in some sort of tug-of-war, with Salim in the middle, and since Aahana was the one that was pregnant, the one that would eventually have his kids, she would always win and that made her feel just like she did all those months ago only now, instead of worrying about them falling in love all over again, she was worried Aahana would find some kind of way to make sure he was never available to her. 

Salim: Then what’s wrong? Camilla: ... Why do you let her do all the stuff she does? Salim: Cause ... it’s easier than fighting with her. Camilla: So you’re always going to let her make you do everything she wants? No matter what it is, you’re just always going to run to her? Salim: [sits up] No ... and I don’t run to her. I only go if it’s about the babies and that’s cause I want to make sure she knows that when they get here, I’ll do everything for them then, just like I do now, she’s just ... Camilla: She’s just what? Salim: [sighs] Listen, I know her ... probably better than anybody else and ... she’s not always like this. The way she’s been, all the crazy shit she’s been doing ... It’s like a reflex, the crazy is. Camilla: Reflex? To what? Salim: Not being in control. She hates it. Anytime she feels like things aren’t going according to her plan, she starts acting like this. Camilla: ... So what’s here that wasn’t in her plan? Salim: You, I guess [voice trails off]. She said some crazy shit at the hospital ... Camilla, concerned: What? What did she say? Salim: Nothing, don’t worry about it. Camilla, more concerned: Tell me. What did she say? Salim: Something about you and the kids but don’t worry about it. Camilla, upset: How am I not supposed to worry about it Salim, if she’s saying- Salim: Camilla, listen to me. Don’t worry about it, okay? I promise you it’ll be fine. She does this all the time. She throws out all these threats then when she sees it doesn’t do anything but the opposite of what she wanted to happen, she’ll stop. Camilla: How do you know that though? What if- Salim: Trust me. It’ll be fine, I promise [kisses her]. Okay? Camilla: [nods slowly] ... Okay.

Camilla in San Myshuno

[iron--spider]

Without further ado—here are my book jacket summaries. SEND ME YOUR VOTE IN AN ASK! And the winner will (most likely) be my next big fic, which won’t be for a little bit because of my friend’s wedding events. But it will be coming soon :) You can definitely ask questions but I can’t necessarily say I’ll answer them because 1. I don’t know every detail about these quite yet, though I do know the general beginning, middle, end 2. I don’t wanna spoil them completely. Please don’t steal this shit lmao I’M TRUSTING Y’ALL.

IDEA A.

(Endgame AU, future fic, older Peter Parker, Morgan included, Peter/MJ romance, Drama/Mystery)

Tony Stark is dead. Lost almost ten years ago, and not to Thanos or any Avengers level threat, but in a clash with the Green Goblin that Peter regrets every morning when he wakes up and every night when he goes to sleep. Being Tony’s protege meant that most of Tony’s tech went to Peter, and on one of his more melancholy days, Peter goes through Tony’s old workshops, and digs up one of Tony’s inventions that he doesn’t recognize or remember. And once he turns it on, he realizes it must be some kind of communication device—and he gets the surprise of his life when he connects immediately with a familiar voice.

Tony’s voice. 

After some panic, some anger, some accusations, Peter realizes it isn’t a trick. Peter realizes that he’s actually speaking to Tony. Tony, from the past. Tony, three days before the day of his death.

Can Peter can change the past? And if he does, can he deal with the consequences?

IDEA B.

(Endgame everybody lives AU, no five year loss, pregnant Pepper, Avengers as family including Team Cap, Peter/MJ romance, Drama/Mystery/Comedy)

Tony wakes up one morning to a concerned call from May Parker. As per usual, Peter is worrying his poor aunt to death—but this time is different. His phone is giving a message that it’s not in service. And when Tony’s panic rises and he searches for Peter with Friday, he’s horrified to find out that there’s no trace of Peter anywhere on the earth. 

He’s gone. Disappeared, without a trace.

Tony leaps into action, using all the tech at his disposal, searching through Spider-Man fan groups online, and eventually, he’s led to an abandoned warehouse on Roosevelt Island. There’s a strange feeling in the air, and it isn’t just his fear making him sick. There’s something going on. There’s something...off.

And Tony finds a major clue under a nearby bridge, faded underneath old graffiti and withering posters and the sands of time. 

TONY - I’M HERE. I’M HERE IN 1991 :(

And it’s signed with small spider. 

IDEA C.

(AU in which Tony never met Peter, pre-civil war timeline with Avengers as family, Peter as an orphan with no May and Ben, eventual Peter/MJ romance, Drama)

Tony Stark has a happy life. He loves his girlfriend. He’s got a lot of money, he’s a philanthropist, he gives back. He’s also a superhero, with a bunch of superhero buddies.

But strangely, there’s something missing. He’s got ghosts of people he once knew, people who are gone with no goodbyes, and he’s got ghosts of people that were never here to begin with. People he might have met, in another life.

One night he’s looking through his father’s old files, and he finds out there was a project Howard was working on—searching for heroes that came before Captain America. The folder isn’t packed, and there are only a few suspects with not much evidence, but there is one person in particular that strikes Tony as soon as he sees him.

Peter Parker. Someone Howard dubbed ‘the Spider-Man’. The kid was born in 1913, and all of Howard’s evidence was blurry newspaper photos, some handwritten notes that made it seem like Howard himself was following Peter. He was never able to prove that Peter was actually the Spider-Man, but his conclusion was that he was most likely correct—because the Spider-Man never reappeared after Peter Parker died in a factory fire in 1929. 

Tony reads the details about Peter. An orphan, living on the streets. Someone Howard described as kind, helpful. ‘Undoubtedly the masked hero. A genuinely good and decent human being who only thought of others.’

Suddenly, Tony is thinking about time travel. 

IDEA D.

(Endgame everybody lives AU, not FFH compliant, Peter/MJ romance, Peter & Harry Osborn friendship, Avengers as family, Morgan Stark present, Drama/Mystery)

Peter Parker is finally on the right track. He’s a sophomore at ESU, staying close to home so he can keep up with his Spider-Man duties. He’s in a long term relationship with MJ. And they and Ned have adopted a new friend into their group—Harry Osborn.

But everything goes wrong when Norman, Harry’s father, announces that his son has been killed and Spider-Man is to blame. And worse yet, he has video evidence, despite the fact that Peter was nowhere near the event when it happened.

MJ and Ned take Peter, and they run.

Tony fights for his kid in the public eye while he facilitates Peter and the others with safe houses, and Peter quickly realizes that there’s a lot more to Norman Osborn than he ever could have imagined. Including the leagues of supervillains he sends after Peter and his friends. He clearly knows who Peter is, knows he’s Spider-Man. But he isn’t leaking his identity to the public just yet. And Peter has no idea why. 

Can Tony clear Spider-Man’s name before it’s too late?

IDEA E.

(Tony surrives the snap in Endgame but falls into a coma, FFH compliant, Peter/MJ romance, Morgan Stark present, Drama)

Tony remembers snapping. Remembers the whiteness that he thought was the pearly gates finally coming into view. But then nothing happened. He was in the middle of nowhere, a great dark space, and he figured purgatory would be more exciting than this. 

Sometimes, he can hear voices.

The people he loves. Pepper, pleading for him to come back. Morgan, telling him how much she loves him. Rhodey and Happy, telling him how they’re taking care of everything while he sleeps.

Sleeps?

He hears Peter, too. Almost more than anybody else, and the kid’s guilt is out of this world. Eventually, Peter talks about going on a trip. A trip that May and the others convinced him to go on. Tony’s glad. He knows the kid has earned it ten times over.

Later, he hears more voices. Jumbed, mass hysteria. 

It’s bad but we can help him—

We’re gonna try, we’re gonna try—

Please wake up, he needs you—

Peter’s in the Raft, Tony. It didn’t work. He’s in the Raft.

Tony feels a kind of strength he’s never felt before. A kind of anger and horror and pure rage and the blackness dissipates, stretches, moves like a ladder falling.

He pulls himself out.

Beeping, noises, everyone moving around, grabbing him, pushing him down. He’s dizzy, he’s sick, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Nothing else matters. They’re talking, but he can’t hear them.

He’s gotta get Peter. The Raft? The fucking Raft?

He has to save him.

[neechees]

Can you tell us about your OCs? 👀

Sure!! I'll talk about the ppl I haven't mentioned in a while:

Elliel:

Old as fuck, Elrond is only 54 years older than her. She was born just at the end of the first age of Middle Earth & grew up in Lindon as a kid, her parents are Iathrim immigrants/refugees rom Doriath, who left for Ossiriand JUST before Beleriand cracked & got lucky. They moved to Lindon later.

I imagine she's from some Noble lineage through her mother, one that pretty much went down with Beleriand & is effectively extinct except for her. Her ancestor gained a noble house due to her mapping of stars & keeping track of time & becoming history keepers, called "House of Lindis" (no relation to Nimloth). Her mother (& later Els) were supposed to inherit this role, but her mother ran off to be with El's dad & got pregnant lol. I think this is why El is so prissy, her mom became really depressed & had survivor's guilt, so instead tried to re-instill that sense of nobility & responsibility back into her daughter (& she's just really old fashioned)

LOVES Thranduil. She loves him. They're best friends & she probably trusts him more than anybody else, she's one of the first ppl he'll go to for advice or to vent, & she's his personal court healer. They're probably only a few hundred years apart in age at the most and she probably had a crush on him when they were younger. I do ship them tho lol but they're definitely always close friends. I imagine she also served as his wife's handmaiden for a while & felt guilty when she died

She leaves Middle Earth for the Undying lands while Sam and Frodo are on their way to Bree, but she spends time in Lindon a while & says goodbye to her friends

Regina:

Has a special relationship with her Moosum, since he literally raised her. Her dad was never really in her life, but her mom went missing when she was 2, so her Moosum started raising her. Her aunties also had a big hand in babysitting!

Started jingle dress dancing because of her Moosum getting injured during the omnic war. She danced for him to heal & this is where she got the idea to make her fan in her ovw origin story, and because she was already really interested in science and biology

She's trans!! I think she knew since she was pretty young and her family has always been very supportive. She started hormones when she was 13, & she chose her own name when she was little, she was inspired after her auntie Georgina!

Really into the science field, esp after her new invention, and she uses it on her patients. I think she has TONS of science friends & they helped her with it too & she's really popular lol

Friends with Sombra :0 it began weird LOL but Sombra uses her tech savvy to keep Talon away or from anyone monitoring her. They might have met by Talon originally asking Sombra to try hack or steal Gina's technology, but she convinced them Regina wasn't worth bothering & keeps it that way, & warned her instead. I think they learned to get along because they were both orphaned during the omnic war & their communities were pretty much left for dead or ignored & sympathized with each other

She's a big baby LOL. Very emotional, cancer sun queen. But she's also very aware of her emotions, her Moosum taught her how to understand things she felt & how to deal with emotions & regulate them honestly & kindly & I think that's why she maybe knew she was trans since she was so young. She's very emotionally mature & has a knack for making friends, I think.

Iseret:

Loves the theater! Sometimes she'll take trips to Alexandria from Memphis just to watch a play with her parents, even though she's very introverted & it takes forever to get there

Babied by her parents a little bit lol since she's their only child

Has a big appreciation for the arts and beautiful things in general, probably gets that from her mom. I imagine nobody likes to take walks with her because she'll stop and stare at anything pretty for at least 10 minutes LOL

Has two besties; a Greek woman named Iona who moved to Egypt to study, and a painter named Khet-ef. Besides the weaver's guild and her parents, they're the people she spends the most time with! Iona is softspoken and kind like her, but Khet-ef is very extroverted & vivacious. He likes to think himself the "protector" of the two women & sticks up for them & watches out for them, babies them a bit, etc

Fashion Queen... loves makeup too! If Instagram were a thing in Ptolemaic Egypt, she's be popular on it

Has probably met Bayek of Siwa at some point (since I was inspired to make her bc of AC origins). He probably ran some favors for her, and exchange she'll make him some clothes with a discount or let him stay over if he needs a place to sleep. She's a lil bit shy of him tho cause he's so handsome, she's kinda quiet around him tcgdcgv

Idril:

LOVES kids. She's always wanted a family, & after she gets married to Mjoll they adopt 2 kids

Grew up kinda lower class, or at least by Cyrodiilic standards, where lots of ppl are rich.

Learned how to fight by insistence of her dad (before he left with her twin sister a la the parent trap style), who was sort of a Knight & wanted his kids to have self defense training. She knows both hand to hand combat & with weapons, but her mom was never too crazy about it, since she didnt like violence etc

Has lots of scars... she's not impulsive necessarily, but I think she's kinda reckless and is very hands on, "try it yourself" style kind of woman & it shows

Cut her hair short to escape some ppl & to stop them being recognized (being a dragonborn is not all its cracked up to be & not everybody likes you :/ ) & accidentally found out she likes that hairstyle and keeps it :0

Kinda butch... futch?? dresses ain't really her thing lol

That was a lot sorry lol!!

[aion-rsa]

In 2020, The Deutschland Series is As Relevant As Ever

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The final season of the Deutschland spy series begins with an ending. In the opening episode of Deutschland 89, the Berlin Wall falls, giving East German citizens free movement to West Germany and beyond for the first time in decades. What follows in the eight-episode final season is a social study in how different people react when their reality is suddenly and fundamentally altered. In the year 2020, as the world continues to reel from the seismic changes COVID-19 has wrought, it’s an unexpectedly relatable experience.

“Deutschland 89 is really about how people have to reinvent themselves during a crisis,” says Deutschland series co-creator Joerg Winger. “So I think, in that way, it does reflect today, but that was not intentional.”

From the beginning, the Deutschland series—which launched in 2015 with Deutschland 83, continued in 2018 with Deutschland 86, and just concluded with Deutschland 89—has used history as a metaphor for contemporary politics. Because of this and because, as Faulkner famously wrote, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past,” it has never been hard to find topical parallels in the Deutschland story, especially when the world skews unfortunately closer to the historic tensions depicted.

“I still remember when Joerg and I first started working on Deutschland 83, thinking, ‘Maybe we’ll have to remind people of the Cold War. Maybe they won’t remember any of this,’” says co-creator Anna Winger (who also co-created Netflix’s 2020 German-American drama Unorthodox). “And then the tension with Russia began again, and there was this sort of egocentric writer moment where you’re like, ‘Did I write it and make it happen? Why is this happening again?’ … Certainly, we couldn’t have predicted tension with Russia coming back, but I think that the polarization definitely, the idea that you’re on one side or you’re on the other side, and that there is this kind of way in which the world has become divided, we were definitely exploring that.” 

Deutschland 83 follows East German kid Martin Rauch (Jonas Nay) as he is forced by his HVA agent aunt Lenora (Maria Schrader) and his estranged father Walter (Sylvester Groth) to become a spy in West Germany. Using the real-life Able Archer incident (which some historians believe is the closest we’ve come to nuclear war since the Cuban Missile Crisis) as setting, the first season is a fast-paced yet complex cautionary tale of what can happen when we lose track of the bigger picture in favor of political allegiances. 

On a more character-driven level, Deutschland 83 is the story of a young man caught between a desperation to stay alive so he can return home to his ill mother and pregnant girlfriend and a desire to keep the world from erupting into nuclear disaster. Because of this, much of the success of that first season and moving forward relied on the casting of the overwhelmed yet capable Martin. When Nay read the script for the Deutschland 83 pilot, he knew he wanted the part.

“I think that the first episode of the whole series is a masterpiece in throwing you directly into something,” says Nay. “I think, dramaturgy-wise, it’s really brilliant. For me, as a reader, I was so addicted. I immediately wanted to know where it went and I so deeply wanted to play that part of Martin.”

Later, Nay would find out that Anna Winger had his picture on the wall during the writing process, imagining him as Martin, but Nay didn’t know that when he went for the part.

“I hadn’t played something of that genre, or anything comparable to that before,” says Nay. “So I don’t really know where she had the impression from that this could be a part for me, actually. The things I shot before were more like society drama, feature films. It was really, really, really different.”

Joerg Winger says that Nay was always their first choice.

“There was a discussion we had at a later point with the directors in 83, who were thinking, maybe we need someone who’s more of a conventional hero, like a young James Bond kind of actor,” says Joerg Winger. “But I think, for us, it was really important that he has something vulnerable since one of the tweaks of the spy genre in Deutschland 83 is that it’s a spy show combined with a coming-of-age drama, and Jonas has the vulnerability and almost the boyishness and innocence. He’s a very good, solid person. And that translates also, I think, into his performance.” 

The initial idea for the series came from Joerg Winger’s own military service experience during the 80s as a conscripted Bundeswehr soldier in West Germany, intercepting messages from Russian troops in the German Democratic Republic. But, for many people watching the series who were born after 89, a divided Germany may be hard to imagine.

“With young people, it’s almost like what you learn in school ends with World War II, and then you never really got to the Cold War,” says Anna Winger. “So, for a lot of young people, at least in Germany, they would say to us, ‘This is like science fiction.’ It’s like, ‘Imagine a world, and there’s a wall that goes down the middle of Berlin, and West Berlin is cut off from supplies, and you can’t get across it.’ And you know, if you were to describe all that to anyone who was born in Berlin since 1989, it would sound absurd. It’s like, ‘And the dinosaurs roamed the earth.’ It’s very crazy to them. So, in a funny way, I’ve always thought the show is a little bit like the past as science fiction.”

Nay, who was born in 1990, days before the reunification of Germany, is one of those people.

“I think there’s actually a lot that changed my awareness of close German history, in particular the 80s, of course,” says Nay. “I remember that when I read the first series, the first question that came to my mind was: ‘Were we really so close to a nuclear war? Would anybody have told me if it was so close? Isn’t that crazy that nobody told me before? Is it real or is it just made up, to increase attention?’ I was like, ‘OK, it seems a little odd to me that we were close before to a nuclear war and I never heard that before.’ I’m really curious now what is going on behind closed walls, what I don’t know about nowadays.”

While all three seasons of the Deutschland series explores many of the same themes, the three-year time jump built into the fabric of the show means each season gets a soft narrative reset for its characters and setting. When asked about the choice to have three-year time jumps, Joerg Winger said it was somewhat incidental. Because of Able Archer and some of the Neue Deutsche Welle music circa 1983, the Wingers knew they wanted to start their story in 1983. They also knew that they wanted to do a trilogy and that it should end in 1989, with the fall of the Berlin Wall. Because of this, of the three settings, 1986 is the most random.

“I think it’s a little bit like the Buddhist wisdom: wherever you dig, if you dig for long enough, you’ll find something,” says Joerg Winger of the 1986 setting. “We were a little bit nervous about the 86 question. When we started 86, we were like, ‘OK, so what are we going to find in ’86?’ But then there’s just so much.”

When we catch back up with Martin in Deutschland 86, he has been exiled from East Germany for three years, living in Angola where he teaches English at an orphanage. While the other two seasons in the story keep their focus relatively tight on East and West Germany, Deutschland 86 expands its Cold War scope to visit places like Libya and Paris, where geopolitical tensions are manifesting in different ways but are still part of the same global story.

“We started writing 86 the day after the Trump election,” says Anna Winger, “and I remember feeling really focused on looking at capitalism, because the story of 86 is kind of about the capitalist core of the engine that kept the communist regime going. And you see all these guys who are holding on to what they’ve managed to build at all costs, even though it’s all really coming apart.”

The Deutschland storyline comes to fruition in Deutschland 89. Three years following the events of Deutschland 86, the East German government is in even more dire straits. They are out of money, and the people are protesting. The final season is set against the backdrop of the collapse of the East German government.

“People didn’t know what was going to happen for a few months, and that is a very unusual situation,” says Anna Winger of the time period. “And also, for all these spies, they were really good spies, and suddenly, they had no country, the goals were completely unclear, and they were in the same place. The crazy thing about people in Berlin who live on the East side is they haven’t gone anywhere, but everything else has changed. It’s as if their country completely changed, and they’re still living on the same piece of earth, and that’s wild.”

The Deutschland series may explore East German life in the 1980s at different stages of Communist collapse, but the parallels to the experience of living in today’s crumbling capitalism are striking.

“I think as we came towards the end of the arc of the trilogy, certainly we got deeper and deeper into exploring late-stage capitalism and how that’s the patriarchy holding onto power in any sort of regime,” says Anna Winger. “We’re writing a show about late-stage communism or socialism, but it still has a lot of parallels to late-stage capitalism.”

In the midst of it all, is Martin Rauch, an audience surrogate for an everyday person just trying to live a good life with the people he loves amidst political and social turmoil. By Deutschland 89, Martin is understandably much more jaded than his 83-era self, but he has also somehow held onto his humanity.

“What Anna and Joerg always told me was that when they created Martin and how they wanted him to succeed, he should always have this moral compass that he’s following,” says Nay. “In a big contrast to all the people around him, like [his aunt] Lenora or [his father] Schweppenstette, that they are following rules given from somebody else or they’re following their idealism, their socialist idea. Martin had the chance of getting a pretty uncolored picture of East and West, of both the states and both the sides. He had to find his own [way].”

Martin’s ability to hold onto his humanity, to maintain some kind of admirable moral compass despite all of the things he has been through, is where much of the optimism in the Deutschland series ultimately lies. 

“I always saw it like Martin being in the middle and people from left and right trying to pull him in directions and he’s always trying to see or weigh out which is best for him and also for people around him,” says Nay. “He’s like, yeah, it’s a hero thing I guess. I don’t know. Yeah, Joerg and Anna wanted Martin to keep that. So it was kind of a challenge to, of course, let Martin grow up and let him harden and let him be very, very suspicious, more and more, not trusting anybody because what he learns is that, if he trusts somebody, he’s going to be betrayed so he has to keep it in himself. That is the development that he goes through through all the seasons. Then, given this little lovable touch of hero-ness and moral compass, not losing that. It was kind of a balance act I would say. I gave my very best.”

Ultimately, the Deutschland series ends as it told its story: thoughtfully, and with a fundamental empathy that doesn’t guarantee a happy ending but rather something better. The possibility of holding onto one’s humanity through pain and suffering and amongst forces so much larger than any one person. In 2020, that may be the flavor of happy ending we need most of all.

“In 89, the shit’s hit the fan, and it’s really over, and people are scrambling to redefine themselves,” says Anna Winger. “But I suppose, if there’s a message to the whole thing, it’s that there are possibilities in chaos. And this is truly something I think we can learn from Germany: is that maybe there’s the possibility of reinvention that is positive, that there’s hope in reinvention, and that maybe when things come apart, there’s a chance for something good to come out of it.”

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[samanthaa-leanne]

*Whispers* Do them all! (If you're okay with it)

YES THANK YOU!!!!!

3 Fears: Spiders, snakes, and death.

3 things I love: Moon, pizza, animals.

2 turns on: Anime boys and more anime boys.

2 turns off: Non anime boys and uhh non anime boys.

My best friend: oof I have a lot. Theres my HS bff Krista, as well as @handsoffmyfriends @shinsou-lovin-hours-anon @yeet-these-hoez @taepoppin & @asadgwen

Sexual orientation: Bisexual.

How tall am I: 5′5 5′6 ish.

What do I miss right now: Getting 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Favourite color: Blue.

Do I have a crush: On about a million anime boys.

Favourite place: Beach.

What am I listening to right now: I’m watching Criminal Minds 

Shoe size: Don’t make fun of me but 10.5/11. I have big feet.

Eye color: Blue.

Hair color: Brown with blonde highlights.

Meaning behind my URL: It’s my first name with an additional A and my middle name

Favourite song: At the moment? Brand New Vision by Point North

Favourite band: Way too many to count. 

How I feel right now: Happy

Someone I love: All of you

My current relationship status: Married

My relationship with my parents: Ehh okay..

Favourite season: Summer/Fall

Tattoos and piercing i have: My ears used to be pierced and I have a matching tattoo with my dad

Tattoos and piercing i want: I have an anime sleeve planned, a moon phase tattoo, and a few song lyric tattoos. 

The reasons I joined Tumblr: I honestly don’t remember

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: No :(

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: Yes.

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: Like 20 minutes

Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?: Nope

Where am I right now?: My house

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?” The louder the better

Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: Nope. I own my own house

Am I excited for anything?: I have a trip to japan planned for October

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: My brother Alex is honestly one of the best people in my life.

How often do I wear a fake smile?: 8 hours a day M-F while I’m at work

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: Tom Holland or Johnny Depp or Jim Carrey. Honestly so many people

What do I think about most?: Haikyuu and BNHA

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: Behind

What was the last lie I told?: That I don’t smoke pot lol

Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: I prefer to text

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: Yes and yes

Do I believe in magic?: Yes

Do I believe in luck?: Yes

What’s the weather like right now?: Its 92 degrees rn

What was the last book I’ve read?: I’m re-reading the House of Night series by P.C and Kristin Cast

Do I have any nicknames?: A lot. Sam, Sami, Sam I Am, Sammy Sosa, Bubbles

Do I spend money or save it?:  A little of both

Can I touch my nose with a tounge?: No :(

Favourite animal?: Penguins and Flamingos

What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: Sleeping

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: Falling Like The Stars by Cole Norton

What is my favorite word?: Any cuss word. Probably fuck 

My top 5 blogs on tumblr: @myherowritings @handsoffmyfriends @akaashichigo @burnedbyshoto @gallickingun and so many more

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: What’s up bitches

Do I have any relatives in jail?: Nope

What is my current desktop picture?: My Karasuno babies

Had sex? Yes

Bought condoms? Yes

Gotten pregnant? Nope

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Maybe? I don’t remember

Had job?: Yes

Smoked weed? Yes

Smoked cigarettes? No

Drank alcohol? Yes

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No 

Been overweight? Yes

Been underweight? No 

Gotten my heart broken? Yes

Been to prom? No

Been in airplane? Yes

Learned another language? Kinda? I did 4 years of German in HS but I don’t remember most of it.

Wore make up? Yes

Dyed my hair? Yes

Had a surgery? Does oral surgery count? I had my  wisdom teeth taken out

Met someone famous? No

Stalked someone on a social network? Maybe...

Been fishing? Yes

Been rejected by a crush? Yes

What do I want for birthday? Anything anime related tbh or maybe another tattoo

Do I like my handwriting? Ew no

Where do I want to live when older? North Carolina or somewhere where there’s no snow

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? No

What I’m really bad at: Drawing

What my greatest achievments are: My SMAU’s

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: My dad called me a cunt one time 

What I’d do if I won in a lottery: Pay off my house and my car and buy my mom the house she deserves.

What do I like about myself: My eyes

My closest Tumblr friend: @handsoffmyfriends

Any question you’d like? I really like the swings

Are you outgoing or shy? A little bit of both

What kind of people are you attracted to? Anime boys

Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?: Yes

Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Nope

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?: My brother

What does the most recent text that you sent say? lol ok

What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Me Against Myself by Wage War, Remembering Sunday by All Time Low, The Langdon House by Issues, Brand New Vision by Point North, Favorite Place by All Time Low.

Do you like it when people play with your hair?: AHHH YES

Do you think there is life on other planets?:  For sure

Do you like bubble baths? Yes

Do you like your neighbors? Yes

Where would you like to travel? Japan, Ireland, UK, Italy.

Favorite part of your daily routine? Leaving work lol

What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My stomach

What do you do when you wake up? Go pee

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Nope

Do you ever want to get married? I’m already married

If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Sorta.

Would you rather live without TV or music? Neither

Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes

What are your favorite stores to shop in? Target

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Depending on what they do

Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes

Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?: Nope

Ever wished you were someone else?: Sometimes

Favourite makeup brand?: I don’t use makeup

Last thing you ate?: Pizza

Ever won a competition? For what? Nope

Ever been in love? Yes

Facebook or Twitter? Twitter

Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr

Are you watching tv right now? Yes, Criminal Minds

What colour are your towels? Multicolored

Favourite ice cream flavour? Cookie n Cream

First person you talked to today? My husband

Last person you talked to today? My husband

Name a person you hate? I don’t hate anybody

Name a person you love? Everyone of you

Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Probably lol

Do you tan a lot? Not anymore

Have any pets? 2 dogs and a kitty cat

Do you type fast? Yes

Do you regret anything from your past?: Ohh boy yes

Ever broken someone’s heart?: Probably @handsoffmyfriends with all my angst

Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?: Yes

Is cheating ever okay? No

Do you believe in true love? Yes

What your zodiac sign? Virgo

Do you believe in ghosts? Yes

Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? (via catscuddlingandyou) “Beautiufl, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain,  the rain draw near.”

[ohnej]

Masterpost: Naruhina headcanons

As Naruhina is my ultimate OTP out of all ships, I’ve collected plenty of personal headcanons of this dummy-dum-dum couple for years. And finally I’ve decided to make a list out of these HCs and take a look how does this list actually look like.  

This list includes both non-smut and smutty HCs of this pairing.

Naruhina headcanons, a period after the Fourth Shinobi world war and before the Last

- After the Fourth Shinobi world war they started getting close to each other and to spend time together, just the two of them

- They, for example, went to farm markets, visited Neji’s, Kushina’s and Minato’s graves, went grocery shopping, Ramen Ichiraku and coffee shops together, visited festivals, looked after Mirai together etc. etc. They always found time to spend time together.

- Also, because of their shared interest in flowers, plants and nature overall, they often went for walks in forests, parks, gardens, you name it

- They always had a lot to talk about, but occasional silence never made them feel awkward – anything but that! It was very comfortable, actually.

- Hinata did visit Naruto’s apartment couple of times, but they were never alone there – there was always some kind of gathering between Rookie 9 going on

- When they hanged out with Rookie 9, the others organized things so Hinata and Naruto were always able to sit side by side

- Naruto teased her by poking her arms and sides - he found it amusing

- Hinata, on the other hand, teased Naruto by pouring drink ultra-slowly into his glass ‘til it frustrated Naruto

- They shared birthday presents with each other

- Naruto’s feelings for Hinata gradually grew to be romantic in this period, but because he actually didn’t understand the concept of romantic love, he wasn’t able to name these developing feelings even though he hadn’t felt the same with anybody else before. The thing is that no one had ever properly taught him what romantic love actually was like nor did he educate himself in that, either. Therefore, he ended up thinking that Hinata was just a very special person to him.

- On the other words, he thought he knew what romantic love was like, so when Naruto started to have those new, seriously romantic feelings for Hinata, he didn’t really know what they were

- Naruto found Hinata sexually attractive and found himself fantasizing about her often

- First time when Naruto complimented her looks, it was as trivial thing as her hands

- Hinata, too, sort of accidentally complimented Naruto’s looks couple of times, but Naruto didn’t think there was any bigger meaning behind those compliments – he thought she said it out of being kind and friendly person over all

- Hinata once came to a thought of Naruto maybe having some sort of feelings towards her, too, but she very quickly denied it to be the case. She found hers and Naruto’s relationship being very much alike with Naruto’s and Sakura’s, and Hinata knew that those two were nothing else but best friends to each other. Therefore, Hinata came to a conclusion that she was nothing else but a good friend to Naruto.

- Naruto found himself wanting and waiting to see Hinata anywhere he went, especially after missions

Naruhina headcanons after the Last

- When they started dating, it was emotionally overwhelming for Naruto to see Hinata being like home in his apartment. It was such an odd, speechless and beautiful sight. After all, Naruto was alone for years, so seeing Hinata doing normal stuff in his home was very meaningful and powerful thing for him.

- Naruto was the one coming up with the idea of getting married. It happened in the morning after a sleepover, when Hinata caught Naruto watching her sleeping next to him in his bed.

“I think we should get married”

                                                “I think so, too”

- Sure, the proposal happened very shortly after them being officially a couple, but he knew whole-heartedly that Hinata was the one for him, so he found the idea of waiting unnecessary, even idiotic.

- They didn’t mind giving Hinata’s father the power to plan the wedding ceremony. What was the most important thing for Naruto and Hinata was that their loved ones were there - and that they would finally have each other.

- Boruto was a ”planned mistake” (”if it happens, it happens, baby is welcomed”) and Himawari was planned. Getting pregnant with Hima took a lot more time and money than with Boruto.

- Hinata never huffs at Naruto, but when she gave birth to Boruto, she said ”you’re breathing too loud” to Naruto. Naruto still teases her about it.

- When Hinata gave birth to both Boru and Hima, Naruto felt the same feelings as when she fought with Pain - it was hard for Naruto to see Hinata in pain while he couldn’t do anything to ease what she was going through - he felt helpless

- Both times when he got his kids in his arms for the first time, he was absolutely terrified it was all just a dream

- Hinata named Boruto, Naruto named Himawari

- Like every couple, they argue, too. When they argue, they don’t shout or raise their voices to each other, but if they do, the other one will always point that out. But, on the other hand, silent treatment is rather common, especially on Hinata’s part. Unfortunately.

- Naruto is better in strategic and logical games. Hinata, on the other hand, in games which need good memory and general knowledge.

- Naruto can be a little jealous, not often tough, but he’s not possessive over Hinata. He calms down quickly after a sincere talk with Hinata of why he has nothing to worry about.

- Hinata is a talented singer and Naruto loves listening her singing and humming

- They sleep in different beds, because Hima, earlier Boruto, too, sleeps in the same bed with Hinata. This is okay with them, because kids’ wellbeing is their nro 1 priority.

- They’re both interested in or at least follow politics. He often talks about politics with Hinata, because it helps him getting a little wider perspective to things, which is also helpful for his job as the Hokage

- Naruto is good at buying presents

- He’s also a good keeping speeches, telling stories and at languages

- Hinata desided to stay at home with kids, because she wanted to give their children a childhood she and Naruto never had

- Himawari has been very patient, well-behaving and understanding towards her dad, his work and absence - this actually worries both Hinata and Naruto, because they’re afraid that Hima hides her true feelings

- They’re actively in touch when Naruto’s working

- Even though Hinata is mostly a stay-at-home mom, she is still very much needed at Hyuga compound as a spokes person and representative, because she is better at working in conflicted situations than her sister because of her calmness and rationality - she’s been suggested to go in politics, even

- Hinata understood what Naruto’s inauguration as the Hokage would mean to them – him not being able to be with his family, that is. She prepared herself for it for years and came to fully accept the inevitable situation (after all, she knew who she was marrying). But what was still hard for her to bear was how it affected on their children and Naruto.

Naruhina smutty headcanons

- Naruto felt so nervous during their first make-out-session, that it was Hinata who took the lead

- Hinata was raised to wait till marriage, but she couldn’t keep that – once when they were making out, the mood took them, and they went all the way

- Their first time was very passionate. They felt like it was something they’ve been doing for ages - it felt that right and natural for both of them.

- After their first time Hinata was in shock, because she never thought she could actually do that. She didn’t feel guilty, tho. She felt blissful and happy it happened.

- Seeing, feeling and hearing her reacting to his touch so passionately meant a lot to Naruto, and it was something that both turned him on and made him speechless; and still does, actually

- Hinata is very self-confident in bed, which puts Naruto over his knees

- They prefer being equals in bed, but you could still say Naruto tends to be in a submissive role more often than Hinata, while Hinata is the leading one

- ... that being said, Naruto enjoys seeing Hinata pegging and Hinata loves being sub

- Because Hinata can deep throat, face fuck is part of their rougher sex life

- ... and so is anal sex

- Hinata has made out with Naruko. She enjoyed it.

- They’ve done it in the Hokage office. Obviously.

- They’ve had sex also on top of the Hokage Rock

- Naruto’s shadow clones have made Hinata very, very happy several times

- Hinata could never go all the way with Naruto’s shadow clone alone. A few times, though, when Naruto sent his shadow clone home for a reason or another, she made out with it (passionate kisses, stroking cock) and made it disappear to hint Naruto, that he has a horny wife waiting for him when he comes home from work.

- Before having kids, sex in the kitchen happened rather often

- Pregnant Hinata was a huge kink for Naruto  

- Because of Naruto being busy as the Hokage, they cannot have sex as much as they want or need, so they need some creativity and prioritization to find time for it. Quickie in the hallway against the wall in the middle of the night is quite familiar way to do it.

[cristinablackthornkingson]

Arc of a Scythe Short Story #1.

It is a warm spring day in the year of the Lynx, a few months since Scythe Michael Faraday and Scythe Marie Curie ‘retired’ to a beach house in Amazonia They have recently rekindled their relationship, and are often visited by Citra and Rowan, who are two of the only people who know that Marie and Michael are still alive, and did not self-glean, as the rest of the world believes. 

When Xenocrates stepped down as High Blade years ago, Marie was voted in as the new High Blade. She, Rowan and Citra barely made it off Endura before it sunk thanks to Goddard. The sinking of Endura caused war to break out among The Scythedom, and everything was a mess for almost a year, until out of nowhere, Scythe Rand turned on Goddard and quiet literally stabbed him in the back, ending him and thus ending the war. Rand mostly keeps to herself now, and though nobody on either side has forgiven her, she doesn’t bother anybody so they don’t bother her.

Marie did not accept the position of High Blade of MidMerica, she did not feel it necessary once Scythe Goddard was no longer a threat. 

She and Anastasia returned to their normal lives for about 2 years, before Marie decided that it was time to put Scythe Marie Curie to rest, and simply be Susan Goldie, once again. 

She told only Anastasia and Rowan of her plans. (Rowan was punished for the crimes he committed as Scythe Lucifer by being rendered deadish 13 times, once for each Scythe he ended. He was then made unsavory by The Thunderhead for 13 years, but 13 years is nothing to an immortal, and he is just glad he can still see Citra, they may not be able to be together, but they can be friends.)  Anastasia was more than understanding and promised to visit as often as she could, she would miss Marie as she missed Faraday, but ultimately she wanted them both to be happy, and would support however they went about getting that happiness. 

Citra and Rowan aren’t the only ones Michael and Marie keep in touch with, form their old life. Michael still keeps in touch with Munira, who is still working in the library of Alexandria. They mostly keep in touch online, though they have visited in person once or twice.

Marie and Michael are not known or recognized at all here in Amazonia, and have chosen not to revert to their birth names, it would feel unnatural after all these years, and after all they did not fall in love as Susan and Gerald (though Marie did fall in love with him as Susan) they fell in love as Marie and Michael, and feel it is only fitting that they should be together now, as Marie and Michael. They have both adopted the surname Wilson. Here in Amazonia, everyone knows them as a married couple, even though they are not legally married. 

They have settled in well here over the past few months. They haven’t done anything grand or interesting, they are simply finally enjoying domestic life. 

They have just finished dinner and are clearing up, when Marie brings up the first serious topic they’ve discussed. 

“You know.” Marie says to Michael, as they clear the dishes from the table. “I’ve been thinking a lot, about all the things we said we would do together if we weren’t Scythes and didn’t have the 9th Commandment to think about.” 

“Oh?” Michael asks, wondering where Marie is going with this.

“One thing we always talked about was... well we always talked about having a baby.” Marie shyly says in a quiet tone, trying not to get her hopes up. Michael almost drops the plate he is holding. He had not been expecting that.

“I... did we?” he asks in a breathless tone of shock. 

“Yes, quiet a lot, but you might have changed your mind.” Marie quietly says, not meeting Michael’s gaze. 

“I... I haven’t, have you?” He softly asks, setting the plate down and taking her hand in his. Hope swells in Marie’s chest and her breath catches in her throat as she shakes her head.

“No, I haven’t. We could do it now, we could have a baby.” 

“I... could we?” Marie shrugs and rests her head on Michael’s shoulder. 

“I don’t see why not, no one knows who we are expect for Citra, Munira and Rowan, all it would take is for me to turn a corner and I’d be able to get pregnant, or we could adopt.” Marie softly says, looking up at Michael to try and gauge his reaction by the look on his face.

“Why not both? We could have a biological baby now and then adopt in a few years.” Michael suggests, slipping an arm around Marie’s waist. He has always liked the idea of being a father, especially since taking Citra and Rowan in and having them become like children to him, it would be an amazing experience to be able to love and raise a child from birth, to teach them how to be a good, loving and open person, and to be able to see part of him and part of Marie in another person, a person they made together, well that would be the most amazing thing in the world.

“So you want to do it? You want to have a baby?” Marie hopefully asks, looking up at Michael. He grins and leans down to kiss her. 

“Yes, yes I do.” 

“Okay then, I’ll go to the turning center tomorrow. You know I don’t think I’ll keep my silver hair this time, silver was Scythe Curie’s style, not so much Marie Wilson’s.”  Marie says in a light tone, when she pulls back from her embrace with Michael, glancing at her long silver hair lying free around her shoulders. 

“I like the silver.” Michael says, running his hand through her hair. 

“You liked the brown too, you fell in love with me when I had brown hair.” Marie points out with a grin. 

“That I did, your brown hair always makes me think of you as Susan, my apprentice, who tried to climb into bed with me in the middle of the night.” Michael teases in an amused tone, as Marie flushes red. 

“I did not try and climb into bed with you, you stopped me before I could.” She admits with a shy smile. Michael laughs lightly and leans in to kiss her forehead. 

“I love you.” he softly says, holding Marie close to him, cupping her  cheek in one hand. Marie squeezes his hand and leans into him. 

“I love you too.” She tells him.

Two months later, when Michael returns home from on early morning walk along the beach, he is surprised when he finds that Marie isn’t still in bed, like she was when he left. Ever since retiring, Marie has enjoyed sleeping in and not having to be up and out at the crack of dawn everyday, she likes to stay in bed for an hour or two after waking up. 

“Marie?” Michael calls, looking around the room for any sign of her. 

“In here, come in!” Her familiar voice calls from the en suite bathroom. Michael furrows his brow in confusion, not understanding why she is calling him into the bathroom, they’re a close couple but not that close.

“Is everything alright?” He asks, standing by the cracked door of the en suite. 

“Yes yes everything’s fine, I want to show you something.” Marie appears in the doorway, her lavender bath robe wrapped around her. She reaches out and grabs Michael’s wrist before pulling him into the bathroom and over to the sink. “Look!” She exclaims, pointing into the sink. It takes Michael a moment to realize that the object Marie is pointing to, is a pregnancy test, one with the word ‘Pregnant’ clearly displayed in the window in the middle of the test. 

“Oh my god.” Michael quietly says, shock washing over him. “Marie... you’re pregnant?” He adds in a soft tone, tearing up as he turns to look at Marie, who is glowing with joy as she grins and nods. 

“Yes! Yes I am, I told you it wouldn’t take long.” She says in an excited tone, linking her arms around the back of his neck and leaning to kiss his cheek. Michael tentatively reaches out and carefully lays his hand across Marie’s flat stomach, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that his child is growing right beneath his hand, and in a few months he’ll be able to feel them move and kick, and a few months after that, he will actually be holding his baby, his and Marie’s baby. 

“Is... is it a boy or a girl?” Michael quietly asks, too shocked and overwhelmed to come up with anything else to ask.

“I don’t know, I haven’t had a scan yet, and even if I had, it’s too early to tell just yet, but my bets are on a boy.” Marie confidently says, certain that she and Michael are going to have a son.

“A boy? No, it’s a girl, I always pictured us having a girl first.” Michael says, coming down from the shock and  disbelief. 

“Well I guess we will just have to wait until they can tell on the scan, then you’ll see you’re wrong.” Marie says in a teasing tone. Really thought, she could not care less about her baby’s sex, she is just so excited to finally have the life she has always wanted since she fell in love with Michael, as his apprentice. 

When Marie is 3 months along, Citra and Rowan arrive for a visit. They don’t know about the baby yet, so Marie and Michael plan to tell them today, it took everything Marie had, not to tell them the second they were through the door. 

“How is everything back home? Is there anything we should know about?” Michael asks, hoping nothing will happen that will call for he and Marie to come out of retirement, not now they finally have the life they’ve always wanted together. 

“No nothing really, everything is quiet and normal thankfully. Is there anything special going on here?” Citra asks, not realizing she just created the perfect segway into a pregnancy announcement. 

 “Actually there is something we want to tell you.” Marie says, sharing a grin with Michael as she slips her hand into his. 

“What is it?” Rowan curiously asks. 

“I’m pregnant.” Marie softly says, resting a hand across her stomach. Citra’s hand flies up to cover her mouth and Rowan’s jaw drops in disbelief, clearly they were not expecting this. 

“Oh my god.” Citra quietly says. “I-I didn’t even know you wanted kids.” 

“Michael and I both let go of the idea of having children when we became Scythes, it was something we often talked about when we were together and would imagine what life would be like if we weren’t Scythes, but like I said we never thought it would be possible, until we retired to here. Once we had settled into life here, I realized we could have baby like we always talked about. That’s why I turned a corner, so we would be able to have a biological child.” Marie calmly explains. 

“I am going to be the coolest uncle ever.” Rowan says in a proud tone, thinking of all the fun things he’ll be able to do with the baby, he intends to be the kind of Uncle who lets the kid stay up way past their bedtime and eat all the sugar they want, then send them back to their parents cranky and coming down from a sugar rush. Citra will probably be the responsible Aunt who makes the kid eat their vegetables and do their homework, so Rowan will probably be the favorite. 

“When is the baby due? Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Citra eagerly asks, leaning forward in her seat. 

“The baby’s due in October, the middle of October, and we don’t know the sex, we’re going to wait until the baby is born to find out.” Marie says. They had decided not to find out the sex of the baby, despite having opposing opinions on what the sex is. It was Marie who suggested they leave it as a surprise, so few things in life are a surprise these days, much less good ones, she feels it will be exciting and nice to have this small surprise. It will also make choosing a name more exciting and fun, since they have agreed they’d like to have a name picked out by the time the baby arrives. 

“Oh this is so exciting!” Citra exclaims. She is thrilled for Marie and Michael, they will be amazing parents and deserve to have a family of their own, after all they’ve been through since they fell in love. 

After they told Citra and Rowan about the baby, Michael told Munira over online chat. At first she was quiet weirded out by the idea of it, since to her Michael and Marie were still Honorable Scythe Curie and Honorable Scythe Faraday, and she definitely never pictured them as parents, especially not Faraday. She was and is happy for them, however, and promises to send lots of gifts for the baby and come visit when they are born.

Over the next few months, Marie and Michael start to prepare for the baby, stocking up on diapers and formula, buying clothes and toys and furniture for the nursery. 

At approximately 5 months, things to start to feel a lot more real for Michael, when he feels the baby kick for the first time.

It is a warm evening in June when the baby kicks for the first time. Both Michael and Marie are sitting on the sofa, Michael reading through his old Scythe journals on the Ipad, and Marie making out a list of names with pen and paper. Michael is engrossed in his reading when he hears Marie give a faint gasp and looks up to see her sitting completely still, her hand on her stomach and a look of both shock and delight on her face. 

“Marie? Is everything alright?” He hesitantly asks, afraid that perhaps something is wrong with Marie or the baby.

“Give me your hand.” Marie says, reaching out with the hand that isn’t on her stomach. 

“What? Why?” Michael asks in a confused tone. 

“You’ll see, just give me your hand!” Still confused, Michael places his hand in Marie’s, becoming even more confused when she lays his hand on top of her stomach, holding it there with her own. 

“Marie I don’t_” Michael begins, but is cut off by the feeling of a small and gentle nudge against his palm.

“There!” Marie exclaims in delight. “Did you feel it?”

“I-I did, what was it?” Michael softly asks. 

“I think it was a kick, it’s the first one I’ve felt.” Marie says. Michael places his other hand on her stomach, trying to feel another kick. It was the most amazing thing he had ever felt and witnessed, and it made it all so much more real for him. Over the last few months he had almost felt as if he were not part of this pregnancy, since Marie is carrying the baby and feels all the symptoms of pregnancy almost everyday, he had not been able to feel the baby kick until now, or do anything much besides care for Marie and help prepare for the baby.

“That... that is amazing.” Michael says in a tone of awe, for once in his life lost for words. “It all feels so real now, I cannot believe in less than 5 months, we’re going to be parents. I have to admit, I am quiet nervous.” He adds with a nervous laugh. Michael has very little experience with children, he had nieces and nephews he would occasionally watch, before he became a Scythe, but that was when they were older, he had been around and helped out a bit when they were babies and toddlers, but nothing significant. He has never changed a diaper or fed a baby, he hardly knows a thing about children and has no idea how to be a good father. 

“Michael.” Marie softly says, running a hand through his hair. “You are going to be a wonderful father, I know you’re afraid because you don’t know much about children, but neither do I. 

The only experience I have with them is from when my brother was born, and I was only a child myself then, so I don’t remember much about it. I’ve always loved children, yes, but I don’t know how to be a mother or anything about children, but we will learn, we have all we need to start out with, we have money, we have a home, each other for support, and endless amounts of love to give to this little one, I promise everything will be alright.” 

“Yes... Yes I suppose you’re right, as usual. Show me your list of names, we should narrow it down soon.” Michael says, reaching for the notepad by Marie’s side, hoping choosing a name for the baby will also help solidify them and make them more real to him. 

“I haven’t come up with many, naming a baby is harder than I thought it would be.” Marie says, as Michael reads through the short list of names. They’re all old-fashioned classical names, ones that have no big significance, given their pasts as Scythes and how they took on meaningful names from history, Michael and Marie decided not to give their child a historically meaningful name, simply a name they both like.

“I like Mia for a girl.” Michael says. “I can picture us with a daughter named Mia, and no one will be able to give her a ridiculous nick name, you can’t shorten Mia, though I’m sure Rowan will try.” Michael says with a grin and a sigh. 

“I like Mia too, but I also like Willow, though Willow Wilson sounds a bit much.” Marie lightly says, her hand resting on her stomach.

“How about Mia Willow then? Mia Willow Wilson?” Michael suggests. 

“Mia, Mia Willow.” Marie says in a thoughtful tone, looking at her stomach as she runs a hand across it. “I like it, although we’re not going to need to use it since we’re definitely having a boy.” 

“You don’t seem to have many boy’s names here, for someone who is so adamant we’re having a son.” Michael teases, turning his attention back to the list. 

“I know, all the names I liked before I became a Scythe and thought about having a family, have been ruined by New Order Scythes, I use to love the name Robert, but there’s no way I’m naming my son that, now.” Marie says, shifting to a more comfortable position on the sofa.

“Out of the few that you have here, I like Alexander the most.” Michael says. If they name the baby Alexander, he’ll probably be called Alex a lot, but it’s not the worst nickname, as long as nobody makes up something ridiculous for him, Alexander will work well.

“I prefer Andrew, though people will probably call him Andy or Drew.” Marie says in an amused tone, knowing how much Michael hates nicknames. Some Scythes would try to call him Mike or Mikey, years ago, but he always insisted they call him by his full name. Apparently he also use to get ‘Gerry’ a lot, when he was Gerald, which he hated even more than Mike and Mikey. 

“I will glean them if they do.” Michael flatly says, irritation building up in him at the memory of people trying to call him Mike and Mikey, and his family trying to call him Gerry, before he was ordained. Marie doesn’t mind nicknames as much, she had plenty as a child, usually Susie or Sue, but Michael simply can’t stand them, though he had called her Susie once or twice, when she was his apprentice, it was a term of endearment for him and always made Marie (Susan, back then) blush like hell, it was adorable. 

“Oh, what about Henry? You can’t really shorten Henry or make a nickname for Henry.” Marie asks in a eager tone. “We could name him Henry Alexander.” Michael takes a moment to ponder this, before nodding apporvingly. 

“Henry Alexander Wilson, I think it works, though we won’t need it, I know we’re having a girl.” Marie grins and rolls her eyes.

“I know you’re wrong, but we’ll just have to wait until they’re born to find out.” 

4 months later, on a stormy October night, Marie is pulled from her sleep by an unfamiliar tightening pain in her lower abdomen. She waits for a few seconds, to see if her naniets will dull the pain, but after a minute or two, the pain doesn’t fade. Slowly, Marie pushes herself up in the bed, unable to hold back a gasp as another intense pain washes over her. She has been through a lot in her life, she died seven deaths for Michael, some of which were extremely painful and brutal, but nothing compares to the pain she is experiencing right now.

As she contemplates whether or not to wake Michael, one of the bedside lamps flicks on and Michael sits up next to her.

“Marie, are you alright?” He softly asks, placing a hand on her back.

“I think... I think I’m having contractions.” Marie says in a breathy tone, her hands clutching her stomach. She can’t imagine what else these pains could be, it’s a week past her due date, so she has been prepared to go into labor at any minute over the last week or so. 

“Are you sure, how many pains have you had?” Michael asks. 

“Only 1 or 2, but I can’t imagine it’s anything else.”

Over the next 20 minutes, Marie has a few more pains, all feeling pretty much the same, confirming to her that this is labor. Both she and Michael know there is no point in calling their midwife yet, these early stages of labor can be very, very long,and the pain is not so intense yet that Marie feels she needs her nanites adjusted, so for the next two hours or so, she deals with the pains by pacing around the room, talking to Michael about what the baby will look like, who they’ll look like, what their personality will be like, etc. 

About two hours later, though the pains are still bearable, they are getting more strong and intense, which is a sign that things are moving along, so Marie and Michael decide to call the midwife. Shortly after they found out about the baby, they agreed that hiring a private midwife to deliver the baby here at home, would be the best choice for them, they didn’t want to risk anybody in the hospital recognizing them, even though they have both turned a corner and look much younger than they have in years, it is possible that someone who knew them in their youth, will be at the hospital and recognize them.

Nothing much changes when the midwife arrives, she asks a few questions about the labor so far, and then stays back and out of the way, while Michael continues to support Marie.

After 8 total hours of labor, at 9:23 a.m. on the 20th of October, the year of The Lynx, the baby is born. Their cries pierce the silence of the room, and Marie and Michael both find themselves tearing up with joy.

“It’s a girl!” The midwife announces, placing a blanket on Marie’s chest before placing the baby on the blanket. Marie’s arms instantly come up to encircle her daughter and bring her closer to her. 

“Hi baby.” Marie quietly says, kissing Mia’s forehead as she squirms and wriggles around. 

Michael puts his arms around Marie and Mia, at loss for words. Mia is so perfect, and even at moments old, is a perfect mixture of them both, with a thatch of brown hair that could come from either of them, and big grey eyes like Marie. 

“She... she’s perfect.” Michael quietly says, gazing down at his daughter in awe, as little Mia wraps her tiny hand around his finger. He still can’t believe he is a father and that he has a daughter, just like he and Marie always talked about.

Marie nods her agreement, as little Mia settles and her cries ebb off. 

“She looks like you, Michael.” Marie quietly says, her voice hoarse from exhaustion, stroking Mia’s soft little cheek. 

“No, she looks like you, my hair is darker than that, and she has your eyes and nose.” Michael insists. Marie laughs softly and says 

“We’re both biased, I want her to look like you, you want her to look like me, she probably doesn’t like us at all.” 

“Don’t worry, Rowan or Munira won’t hesitate to be honest about who she looks like, when they see her.” Michael says in an amused tone. If there’s anyone you can trust to be honest, it’s Munira and Rowan.

That night, at around 4:00 A.M., Michael and Marie are awoken to Mia’s sharp, loud wails. 

“I’ll get her, you rest.” Michael quietly says, laying a hand on Marie’s arm as she begins to sit up in bed. 

“Are you sure?” She asks, her voice thick with sleep. 

“Absolutely, you’ve done all the hard work the past 9 months, now it’s my turn.” Michael softly kisses her forehead before crossing the room to Mia’s bassinet, where she lies, her face red and scrunched up, her mouth open in a wail. He scoops her up into his arms and pads out into the living room, so her crying won’t keep Marie awake.

Half an hour later, once Mia has had her bottle, her cries have stopped and she has calmed down, but she is still awake. Even at only a few hours old, she is clearly a curious little thing, her wide grey eyes open and taking in everything around her. 

Michael is standing by the window with Mia in his arms, looking out onto the beach, where he will take Mia on walks, where she’ll learn to swim, and play with her Aunts Citra and Munira and her Uncle Rowan. 

After a few minutes, he looks down at Mia in his arms, his heart swelling with love for this tiny, sweet little girl, someone he and Marie made together, out of their love for each other. He never realized how amazing having a child can be, getting to see glimpses of himself and Marie in his daughter is like nothing he’s never experienced in his 200 odd years of life. 

“You’re a night owl like your mom, aren’t you little one?” Michael quietly says, stroking Mia’s cheek. He has always been someone to go to bed early, but Marie has always been a night owl, staying up until 1 or 2 every night, and it seems Mia will be the same. 

Finding himself growing weary and tired, Michael settles onto the sofa and carefully lays Mia on his chest, her cheek resting against the soft fabric of his shirt. He places a hand on her back, holding her closely and tight, and soon they both drop off into a peaceful sleep.

When Marie wakes up a few hours later and finds the bed empty next to her, as well as Mia’s bassinet empty, she assumes Michael is already up with her. She could easily go back to sleep, Michael wouldn’t mind and he’s more than capable of handling Mia by himself for a few more hours, but she would much rather spend time with her husband and daughter, she can always sleep when Mia is asleep.

When Marie walks out into the living room, she stops in her tracks when she sees Michael, her usually neat, composed and put-together Michael, sitting on the sofa, his hair in disarray, his trousers stained with formula, his top creased and stained with baby spit-up, with Mia curled up on his chest, her little hand clutching his shirt and his hand resting on her back. It is possibly the sweetest thing she has ever seen. 

Marie quickly snaps a picture, and just as she puts her phone away, Mia starts to stir and fuss. Carefully Marie moves Michael’s hand from Mia’s back and lifts her into her arms, gently bouncing her. 

“It’s alright Mia, my love, I’ve got you. Let’s go get you some breakfast and let your daddy get some more sleep.” Marie quietly says. 

A few minutes later, while Marie bounces Mia in her arms, waiting for her bottle to heat up, she feels a pair of hands land on her shoulders. 

“Good morning.” Michael softly says, pressing a kiss to her cheek and stroking Mia’s hair. “Should you be up, Marie? Are you feeling well enough?” He adds in a worried tone. Marie laughs softly and lays a hand on his cheek. 

“I’m more than fine, between a good nights sleep and my nanites I feel wonderful, did you sleep on the sofa with Mia, all night?” She asks, just realizing that Michael must not have come back to bed at all last night, after he got up with Mia at 4. 

“I did, but I didn’t mind, she settled when I put her on my chest and I didn’t want to wake you by going back into the room, your rest is more important than mine, and Mia can sleep anywhere it seems.” Michael softly says, as Marie takes the bottle from the microwave and makes her way back to the sofa.

“You didn’t have to, I wouldn’t have been bothered if I woke up again, since we agreed to have a baby I’ve known that once the baby is here, we’ll be up multiple times through the night, it’s part of parenthood.” Marie explains, as Mia happily guzzles her milk. 

“I know but it was important for you rest as much as possible last night, so you can heal as fast as possible, you went through a lot to bring Mia into the world, not just yesterday but over the last nine months, I just want you to be as healthy and happy as possible.” Michael quietly says.He doesn’t mind being the one to get up at night with Mia, as he said last night, Marie did all the hard work over the last nine months, now it’s his turn.

“I did, but it was more than worth it to get our Mia, and like I said I feel more than fine, you know people heal from childbirth much faster now, than they did in the mortal days. It’s not like it was back then when people were recovering for months and months.” Marie says, holding Mia against her shoulder and patting her little back.

“That’s true, I’ll try to stop fretting and worrying so much. We should let Citra, Rowan and Munira know that Mia is here, Citra and Rowan will probably want to come visit, and Munira is ready to book her flights.” Michael says with a grin. Over the last few months, Munira has grown use to the idea of he and Marie having a child, and has come to really like the idea of being an aunt to the baby, apparently she’s already bought her countless books, even though Mia can’t even see in color yet. 

“We should, Citra tells me she’s already bought countless gifts for Mia, I don’t know where we’ll fit it all.” Marie laughs lightly, looking around her at the small house, which only has two bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and an open plan living room and kitchen. It’s nothing compared to Falling Water, but it’s absolutely perfect for her life now, her family.

Several hours later, while Marie rests in the bedroom, Michael receives a message from Munira, asking how he and Marie are, and if the baby has arrived yet. He texts back, asking her to video call him, wanting to surprise her with Mia, since no one but he and Marie know she’s here.

A few minutes after asking her to video call him, Michael answers Munira’s call. She is clearly sitting at a table or desk, her dark hair is swept up into a messy ponytail with strands hanging down around her face, and her glasses making her inquisitive brown eyes appear even bigger and more inquisitive. 

“What’s going on Michael? You never want to video chat.” Munira asks by way of greeting, already suspicious of her friend’s behavior. Not only did he request a video chat when normally he detests them, he is also totally unkempt, she hasn’t seem in almost a year, but she knows Michael and knows that he is always a very neat, and well put together man, but now his hair is disheveled, he has let his goatee grow out a bit, and his top is creased and stained. 

“Hello Munira, good to see you Munira, I’m fine thank you for asking.” Michael teases. Munira rolls her eyes, but can’t help grinning. 

“Yes yes, now tell me why you are acting so suspicious.” She says. 

“Well I’ve been keeping a little secret, a very little secret in fact.” Michael grins and lifts Mia up, resting his cheek against hers, holding her so that Munira can clearly see her. “Munira, I’d like to introduce you to my daughter, Mia Willow Wilson.” 

[jaimetheexplorer]

That goodbye scene is an insult to my intelligence

I can’t get over how much that scene is incongruous and dissonant with pretty much anything we have ever known about Jaime and Brienne as individuals, as a pairing, and as storylines.

I’ve criticized a lot of things about the show, but one thing I kept saying all along and I firmly believed was that Jaime and Brienne’s dynamic was one of the very few consistent parts of the show. All their interactions, from their first meeting until the moment they consummated their relationship, made perfect sense. 

They all followed the same, consistent pattern of strong, mutual feelings of respect, admiration, trust, longing, love and attraction simmering under the surface and kept in check due to their political and personal conflicts. Once they finally ended up on the same side of the fight, Jaime’s behaviour was a perfectly logical and consistent consequence of that change of context: he was free and safe to openly admire her, serve under her and, yes, court her. Brienne’s initial weariness, eventually giving way to acceptance that his intentions were genuine and the lowering of her walls, was also a perfectly believable evolution of her perspective on things. 

Sure, the fact that Cersei was still pregnant, and Jaime’s baggage regarding that relationship, was always going to be a complication of some sort, but it wasn’t one that couldn’t organically fit within their new context to provide some level of conflict and drama to what would have otherwise been a relatively idyllic situation for these two. It wasn’t an insurmountable obstacle, especially for two people who had gone through the traumas they experienced together and knew each other this deeply.

They fought the dead, side by side, saved each other countless times and survived. The happiness of the celebration was a natural consequence of surviving the greatest of wars, and that fuelled an inevitable consummation that had been brewing for years. 

Everything made perfect sense for the characters and their relationship and the contexts they found themselves in year after year. 

And then... they morphed into something unrecognizable, both in terms of individual characters and dynamic.

I don’t know who the people in that goodbye scene were, but they were not the Jaime and Brienne I watched on my screen, with my own eyes, for so many years. NOTHING in that scene was consistent with anything they ever were to each other or their dynamic:

1) I am meant to buy that Jaime, the man who held Brienne in the highest regard, who would only “humble himself” to serve under her and “would never do that for anybody else”, who who time and time again chose Brienne’s way over Cersei’s, would try to sneak out in the middle of the night without so much of a goodbye so he could crawl back to his sister.

2) I am meant to buy that Brienne, the one person who always had a stronger influence on Jaime than Cersei in literally every. single. instance in the past, suddenly would lose such influence in the name of some “addiction”, after Cersei reached her absolute worse, insulted him, betrayed him and tried to have him killed twice. 

3) I am meant to buy that Jaime, the man who couldn’t even stand the sight of Brienne being embarrassed by Tyrion or her chin fucking wobbling in previous seasons, the one who could be affected by the smallest word coming out of her mouth to make monumental decisions, would somehow be completely cold and indifferent to her tears the one time she finally truly opens her heart to him.

4) I am meant to buy that Brienne, the woman who stood in front of a room full of people ready to chop his head off to defend him by listing his honourable deeds, would simply meekly surrender to a mere 3 examples of dishonourable deeds (one of which he didn’t even commit), instead of knocking some sense into him like she has time and time again through the years.

5) I am meant to buy that Jaime, the man who has defied Cersei or tried to contain her far more than he ever enabled her, somehow has just accepted, after years, that Brienne was wrong, all those people who do not know him and never have (Edmure, Olenna) were right, and he was all along just as bad as his sister and so they only belong to each other.

So not only my rage comes from the assassination of the characters and their dynamic, but also from the insult to my own intelligence and ability to follow what is shown on screen. You might as well tell me that Dany never really cared for her dragons and the throne, that Cersei only drinks wine because she’s forced to, that Jon actually secretly loves being in command, that Jorah only had mild respect for his Khaleesi, that Sam spent most of his free time in brothels, that Tywin would have actually preferred having Cersei as his heir than Jaime, that Melisandre was agnostic... should I go on? 

I just cannot get any feeling of closure over something so dumb. 

[szopenhauer]

Are you more positive or a debbie downer? Debbie Downer should be my name lol

What would you love to drink right now? I’m drinking water rn, second mug in a row, my belly is going to explode

Is that an alcoholic drink or not? it’s not this kind of water :P

Oh good. What would you love to eat right now? I’m not hungry...

How many meals do you eat a day? depends

Do you brush your tongue with your tooth brush? sometimes

What are you favorite type of jeans? I’d say skinny even tho I don’t wear jeans anymore ^^”

Do you eat your nails? wait what swallow? ewww I don’t even bite them :o 

Do you enjoy making or taking surveys? taking them more 

Name something that is blue that you like Sadness from Inside out

Name something pink that you like PYNK music video by Janelle Monae? XD

If you could have one more pet, what? meh

If you could sleep next to a tame wild animal what? woah 

Would you rather have an owl or a snake? both are cool

What would you name it? Bowl for owl and for snake either Ksysio or Wonsz żmieja?

Do you eat the ice in your drink? no

Have you ever been addicted to cigarettes? I had one cigarette in my whole life but I still keep a package in my room :x

Which do you use more? Facebook or Instagram? fb, I don’t care for insta 

Do you watch beauty videos on You Tube? nah

Do you like Star Wars? love

What kind of surveys do you like the most? interesting, not just YES or NO questions, I want to go deeper 

Have you ever dropped something down the garbage disposal on accident? omg luckily not 

What CD would you never buy for yourself? anything Justin Bieber for sure

Is sex a must in your life? absolutely not

Would you rather be cute and ugly or hot and stupid? cute and ugly? lmfao ok 

Are you evil in any way? everyone is, more or less

Would you rather be a clown or a garbage man? can’t decide :D

Would you rather be a rockstar or a librarian? librarian but rock star ain’t that bad of a choice ;)

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE? again? I just got this question on ask today and that really made me anxious

Did you and your mum ever have a big fight that caused you to move out? sigh... Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? yep but not to my room as I’m super ashamed of it, it’s not what I really want, it’s more like a storage room for mine and my mom’s things, I wish I could move and out and do what I want instead of cleaning this mess just to have it ruined days after, not that I have money now to fix things the way I imagine my bedroom to be someday :( Have you had a good day today or was yesterday better? yesterday was better but today I got a T-shirt so that was a good moment Do you have any plans for the upcoming weekend? hospital

Could you date someone very attractive, but who thought they were better than everyone else? blergh, r u kidding me?... Do you always feel like you’re making mistakes? constantly Does anybody have a tattoo with your name on it? not because of me but someone somewhere definitely has that name on them for another reason How would you feel if you got the person you liked? I'm in a relationship Is there anyone who likes you? it seems If the last person you kissed saw you kissing someone else, would they be mad? of course  What’s the first thing you heard this morning? you mean a sound (doorbell) or words (I don’t remember)? If you fell pregnant to the last person you kissed, what would you think? not possible Are you young or old? young, at least according to my ID and being childish Are there always other fish in the sea? there are but maybe I don’t want them and/or they don’t want to be catched etc. What can your tongue do? pfft Do chickens have feelings? sorta Do you think the body is the most beautiful thing that was ever made? ...  So how are you feeling today? not good enough Where is your sister right now? don’t know nor care What do you smell like? it’s so hot, I smell like sweat and I can’t stand it but I can’t shower all day long What colour is your mum’s hair? grey  When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings? last week Do you like fire? as an element of magic in fantasy movies  Does your mum vacuum early in the morning while you’re asleep? she’s noisy in different ways Does wearing glasses really make people look smart? that’s a lame stereotype Do your band-aids have cartoons on them? they’re useless but one time I bought Moomin ones because I’ve been walking through the store and they fallen right under my feet and there was nobody around nor the shelf/aisle that they could come from so it was weird and I love Moomins so I took them home (I paid) and they’re probably stored somewhere  Have you ever kissed someone you shouldn’t have? what do you mean? Who’s the funniest drunk person you know? my gf apparently - in a cute way - that’s surprising for a teetotalist like me  What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? my tee came! When was the last time you saw your father? he just left for work and I was waving to him through the window which is our tradition  What if your partner went through your cellphone? I have nothing to hide Has anyone ever been with you while you were throwing up? my parents and sister

Robert Downey Jr. — Bet you have a crush on him. he’s handsome but I’d prefer to be him instead of having a crush on sex I’m not attracted to

What would you do if you were to get stuck on a ski lift overnight? ... freeze? and pee myself Have you ever received an anonymous gift? one time when we were really poor that we couldn’t afford food someone left a package under our door, knocked and ran, bless this person whoever knew we have hard times :* What kind of laugh do you have? many kinds that happen randomly Will you have a Valentine next year? I have a bigger chance than any other year before  Macaroon or a cupcake? cupcake Did you kiss or hug anyone today? hug my mom and my dad too Are you currently waiting on someone to do something for you/to you? kinda Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? I’m not in an abusive relationship but I know those who are as it’s common and it’s really sad that ppl think only beating makes relationship toxic Are you planning on going anywhere with someone, some time today? I’ll stay home  Do you find your school to be loaded with hot guys or not so much? I remember E.W. once said that we have a lot of elves around because LOTR movie had very ugly ones as we did in high school, I tried to find that pic someone posted back in the day but I failed, it was from the council from what I remember 

Is there anyone you are currently trying to get out of trouble? Why? mostly I just keep my eye on my father and my mother all the time because of covid (and not only because of it) if that counts Are you plotting anything at the moment? another chapter of the book? Have you ever wanted your significant other to get rid of a friend? because they were evil to them, it wasn’t about ME If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? she moved out :3

Do you have a therapist? no longer Have you ever gotten a good grade in math class? yeah, in middle school I was getting awesome grades in math class What do you think of the last person you texted? we’re dating Have you ever gotten a bloody nose from snorting cocaine? I’ve never done cocaine wtf

Do you post pictures were you look good but your friends look bad? I ask them first  Are you friends with any of your exes? me and one of my exes are together Are you a whiskey person? I’m a no alcohol person

Has anyone ever made fun of your taste in music? tiny bit, wasn’t that bad

Have you ever overflown a bathtub? I have not Have you ever thrown food at a stranger in a movie theater? not in a movie theater Are you somewhat of a perfectionist? somewhat Do you like sour candy? by Lady Gaga  not eat Do you usually wear sunglasses when you’re driving? but I don’t drive Is there ever a time that you enjoy cold showers? brrrr no way Are you good at painting nails? am not but it doesn’t matter Are you good at filling silence in awkward situations? doubt it What word should you really probably remove from your vocabulary? kurwa Do you rip out the page if you make a mistake writing, or cross it out? cross it out, if I ripped the page then there would be nothing left  Do you use a full length mirror daily? we don’t own one Can you walk in heels, or do you feel awkward in them? I think they don’t match my style and they’re uncomfy in a long term Mac or PC? PC Will you tell someone if there’s something in their teeth? sorry but probably not Do you ever actually make your bed? when I have guests Do you make an effort to eat healthy? yup The last time you kissed someone, what color of shirt were they wearing? black, that’s easy What’s something you want to purchase next time you’re at the mall? food If you had to choose between a million dollars or to be able to change a regret? money because one regret won’t help me and even might make things worse Are you taller than your mom? almost 10 cm What would you do if your best friend told you they were moving today? my gf - break up  my dad - try to stop him or move out with him You’re locked in a room with the person you last kissed, problems? no problems  Do you have any ‘naughty’ photos on your phone? 0 Could you handle living with a male roommate? my dad, no one else What were you doing at 10:00 this morning? waking up Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? who said we aren’t texting? Do you think you’ll actually live a happy life with somebody? don’t feed my paranoia Connection between you and the last person who messaged you? love Where is your biological father right now? bus/job already Who else is in the room with you? I’m alone Water with ice or no ice? no ice  Are you wrapped in a blanket? too hot for that

Has anyone done anything nice for you today? I’m thankful for all those nice things people do for me - big or small The last time you hung out with your sibling(s), what did you do? took a walk

Do you usually bring or buy a lunch for school? bring

The last time you had sex, was it in their bed or yours? their

How old were you when you figured out you were definitely straight, or bi, or whatever? middle school was the beginning 

Do you fit in at work or in school? I was always an outcast

Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, “Oh God, Ew.”? 99% of time

Have you ever cried at a real wedding? nope

Is there someone you need to forgive? *annoyed sound*

What’s your brother(s) / sister(s) names? personal

Suppose you saw your crush/bf/gf kissing another girl/guy, what would you do? why tho

What is your favorite color for bridesmaid dresses? whatever bridesmaid wanna wear besides white

Do you have a secret crush right now? it’s no secret

Do you know anyone who doesn’t want to have kids? me

Would you rather visit Tokyo or Paris? dunno

Do you think you would like living in New York or Chicago? Why or why not? too overcrowded/loud etc.

Name 3 celebrities who are the same height as you. Lady Gaga, Ellen Page, Reese Witherspoon

Are you happy with your height? I’d like to be taller, not too much tho

Do you have big or small hands? small

Have you been baptized?  I have been 

Have you ever been abused in any way? sadly

Do you like unicorns? they’re fine

Is there one book you have read over and over again because it’s so good? if so, which is it? I don’t reread books

Do you play games on your phone a lot? recently I became obsessed with LOVE ISLAND game 

Have you ever had to put out a kitchen fire? my mom took care of it but it wasn’t a big deal tbh

Have you ever been kidnapped? wut

Do you have anything glow in the dark in your room? stars

Do you wear a scarf, if so, what does it look like? not rn

Is there a video or computer game that you can get lost in for hours? mhm but not too long

Do you get breadsticks with your pizza? breadsticks and pizza? it’s like bread with bread - no thx

Did you ever have a waterbed? I hate those

What toy from your childhood do you miss? rubber toys?

Did you sleep in late today? yes

When was the last time you were disappointed? this day

Do you like listening to love songs? I like a variety of music which includes love songs

In your group of friends, are you the smart one, athletic one, etc.? funny mom friend... ok, fine, a dad because my puns are daddy jokes

Has any of your friends’ family ever yelled at you? no but they said bad things about me behind my back

Did you ever watch the show Full House? with my sister What was the last thing that scared you? how I feel physically Do the librarians at your library know you by name? they do

What ten people would you most likely bring on a roadtrip? 10 ppl?! shoot me...

Is there anything you’re really stressed out about right now? health issues

What was the last thing that made you cry? I’m about to cry...

What are the last three songs you listened to? Crystal Castles - Suffocation  frnkiero andthe cellabration - neverenders  Major Lazer - Be Together (Feat. Wild Belle)

[timehealsfanfictionbka]

Time Heals......Chapter Forty-Seven Pt. 2

“Question, Christopher?” Robyn said as she swallowed a bite of her food.

“Yes?”

“Did you rent this place out or something? I haven’t seen anybody else come in.”

Chris smirked and Robyn threw her napkin at him, “you weren’t even gonna tell me.”

“Does a magician reveal all their secrets?”

“That is not what I mean and you know it. You told me everything else.”

“I had no choice or else you’d think I used to mess with Abby. Everything about this night was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Do you actually own a part of this restaurant or?”

“I am not an owner but my plan was to give you a tour of my art kind of like a showing.”

“I would love that.”

“Good.”

Robyn leaned into Chris’s arm as he led her around the main dining room, showing her all the paintings he did. She stopped him in front of a painting of men against a background of distorted lands, “what’s this one about?”

Chris looked up then looked down and shook his head, “I didn’t even know they used this one.”

“Did you not pick out which ones to give them?”

“Nope. I just painted for like a month and gave them all to Jonathan to choose. He decided to keep them all and wrote me a check for them.”

“Wow. So what’s this one about?”

 Chris took a deep sigh as he stared up at the painting. A few moments passed of him still not speaking and Robyn pressed her palm against his cheek, “Babe, are you ok? I’m sorry if I asked you something difficult.”

Chris shook his head, “it's not that. I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“When Jonathan asked me to create the paintings, he asked for something that was representative of our lives and I remember when I gave him this one he was a little confused about my point but he could still feel something when he saw it.”

“Well what was this based on?”

“Me.”

“Wow.”

“My first year overseas, I met a guy who had a stop over before deployment to the Middle East. He was older than me, divorced but had two children. We talked about life, our goals after our military careers were over and stuff. He was a good guy. Jeremy Arias. He knew I was pretty new and hadn’t been to a battlefield or anything like that. In fact, he told me to avoid the battlefield as much as I could. Me being my arrogant self, I thought he was making it seem like I couldn’t handle it until he took me around to speak to more veterans who had been there. Robyn, I had never met most of them prior to Jeremy introducing us but even I could sense the change in them. There’s a hardness you develop after seeing death just to keep yourself sane. The sad part is that hardness doesn’t work well outside of the battlefield. Many of them were divorced or had never gotten married simply because of the job and it was nerve racking for me. Me and Tiana had only been married a year, you know? Would I change like that if I ever saw war? Would me and her make it if I did? It’s hard not to think about your future when it’s staring back at you.”

“Sweetie, I never knew.”

“Nobody really did. I mean I stayed in England for most of my career and I was never deployed to battle but so many people I worked with were and watching some of them never come back shook me to the core.”

“What happened to Jeremy?”

“He was killed by IED in Iraq. There was nothing left of him to give back to his family. Luckily they found his dog tags but that was it.”

“Wow.”

“I think what made me paint that was as much as I was sad about his death, I couldn't relate to it. I don’t think anyone can until they’ve been out there. I felt a part of the branch but having never stepped foot into a warzone, all I had was a second-hand view.”

“A distorted view.”

“Exactly.”

“Were you more upset about being discharged because you never got to see battle and felt somewhat insufficient or because you had to leave essentially what had become a part of your family?”

“Honestly, I never thought about it like that but a little bit of both. You know when you’re 18, 19 years old, you want action for the adrenaline but as you get older, you want the peace just so you don’t have the hauntings that so many come back home with. I did my part working in different departments, training and practicing but it’s nothing like having to put that training and practicing to work. It comes with more than just a sense of accomplishment.”

“So the painting is about that disconnect for you. Like you went into the military and part of you feels like you didn’t get to do what you signed up for.”

“Yea,” Chris said lowly as he turned to stare at Robyn, “you know, nobody ever caught on to the meaning that quickly.”

“I doubt you explained it to them like you explained it to me.”

“Nobody ever really asked.”

“So is this all the paintings you did for Jonathan?”

“No, it was like 20 in total to be honest.”

“You were doing like one painting a day then.”

“Something like that.”

“Why?”

“I needed something to pass the time. When I wasn’t working on base, I was home. Tiana wasn’t really there much. She had friends and stuff to run around town with so I was by myself a lot but it was cool.”

“How much time did you actually spend with her outside of your bedroom?”

Chris chuckled, “not a lot. Sex was where we could level with each other. Outside of that, we were civil but we lived completely separated lives. My only connection to her life was the fact I financed it.”

“That’s interesting.”

“Why you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to laugh.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“Yes, you would.”

Robyn pressed her face into his arm and giggled, “anyway, what else do you want to show me?”

“What else do you want to see?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be seducing me?”

“And part of that is giving you what you want. So what else do you want to see?”

“Ok, I would love some dessert.”

“From here?”

“Nope but I know the perfect place to get my favorite thing.”

“Then let’s go.”

                                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Where did you find this place?” Chris asked as Robyn fed him a slice of ice cream cake.

“I was pregnant with Twins. I can smell good food anywhere.”

Chris laughed, “very true.”

“And I developed the worst craving for this rum ice cream cake.”

“I can see why. It’s delicious.”

“I made a good choice?”

“An excellent choice. So I have one more thing I would like to do with you before you make a decision about the week.”

“Is it something physical because I am gonna finish this cake and probably not gonna be able to move?”

“It’s not super physical. Just walking.”

“I have on heels.”

“I know. Don’t worry about it.”

Robyn raised her brow at him, “Chris, what are you up to?”

“You’ll find out,” Chris replied as he dug into his slice of cake and took another bite.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No Christopher.”

“Yes Robyn. Come say hi.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“If you’d touch, you’d know I’m not kidding. Come say hi,” Chris replied as he grabbed her hand. Chris pulled her forward to the man holding the reins of a horse. 

“How much did this cost?”

“Don’t worry about it. Robyn, this is Javier. He owes a carriage business and he’s gonna be taking us for a ride through your favorite part this evening.”

“Hello Javier.” 

Javier smiled and tipped his head at her, “Hello. These are my horses, Snowflake and Pilar.”

“They are beautiful. Where do you keep them?”

“I also run a stable on the outskirts of town. I use the carriage business to get them around people and teach people about horses. I mainly service weddings and such but when an old friend calls on you for a favor, who can say no?”

“You know Chris?”

“Yea, I’ve known him for-”

“How about we get going? Thanks J,” Chris interrupted. Javier chuckled as he brushed his hand across the nose of the nearest horse before climbing in the front seat. Chris helped Robyn step up into the back before sitting next to her. He entwined their hands together and kissed the back of her hand, “you ready?”

“Yes, I am.”

“We’re ready J.”

Javier nodded in acknowledgement and soon they started to move.

“You did pretty good. I wasn’t expecting this,” Robyn said as she turned to face Chris.

“That was the point.”

“What made you think about the horse carriage?”

“It’s something very romantic that I know you usually wouldn’t go for so I figured I’d give it a try.”

“How did you get him to do this so late at night?”

“Robyn, it’s not even 10 yet.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. We’ve been out for about 3 and half hours.”

“It doesn’t seem like it.”

“Time flys, huh?”

“You got friends in all kinds of places, huh?”

“I have my connections. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“I know you got some friends somewhere that I haven't met.”

“Actually no. I spend more time at work or with the girls than anything. Prior to you coming back around, I never really went anywhere.”

“My mom told me that you would go out when you left the girls with her.”

“That’s what I told her. I used that time to rest more than anything.”

“Oh.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“No, just a little surprised.”

“That was not a surprised tone. You can give it to me straight, I can take it.”

“There’s nothing for me to say that I haven’t said to you already. You need to stop working so much and take some time for yourself.”

“I wish everybody would stop assuming that I’m not taking time for myself. What do you think I do when the girls aren’t home?”

“Sleeping all day and eating ice cream is not taking time for yourself.”

“According to you.”

“I’ma start popping up on you again.”

“I don’t remember you ever stopping.”

Chris gently nudged her and Robyn laughed, “I’m gonna get you back for that.”

Robyn leaned up and kissed his cheek.

“What was that for?”

“That was my answer.”

“Is that a yes?”

“That is a yes. I have been successfully seduced.”

“It gets better.”

“What else you got for me?”

“Something I think you’ll love.”

“Dick.”

“Other than that.”

Robyn laughed as she ran her hand along the curls at the nape of his neck, “other than that, what else is it? Do I have to get naked?”

“No. Put the freak on pause, Ms. Fenty. We’re not going there tonight.”

Robyn pouted, “but why?”

“Because tonight is not about that. I said without sex, that goes for the whole night.”

“Even after I said yes.”

“Even after you said yes.”

Robyn huffed, “Ok. I guess.”

“We got all week, Ms. Fenty. Don’t worry.”

“Well since it’s not sex, can you tell me what it is?”

“It is a present.”

“Big or small.”

“Big.”

“Ooh is it a car?”

“No but do you want a new car?”

“No, I’m just guessing.”

“You got me a little nervous.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. I promise.”

“I’m trusting you.”

“Good.”

Chris leaned and kissed her lips before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his chest. Robyn wrapped her arms around his waist and continued to enjoy the ride with a smile on her face.

[avengersandco]

Look, I know I’ve missed a bunch, but I’m just gonna be trying my best here and writing on whatever days I can get myself to do it. I might go back and retroactively do some of them, but that really just depends on my mood and stuff like that, but hopefully, I do better the rest of the month than I have this week.

Found on AO3 here

Word Prompt: Kids

“Wait... what?” Bucky asked, brows furrowed as he looked at Natasha, who was standing in front of where he sat on the couch. He kept trying to find her eyes, but she was looking anywhere that wasn’t him.

“Please don’t make say it again,” Natasha mumbled, something that Bucky was keenly aware of. It should have surprised him, the mumbling alone should have thrown him off because Natasha didn’t do that. She was always clear and confident and sure of herself. Some times she was hard and aggressive and other times she was soft and loving, but this wasn’t the Natasha he was used to. And because of that, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what she was feeling. She was hugging her middle, trying to make herself as small as possible, and biting her lip as she continued to look anywhere but at Bucky. He wasn’t even sure that she had looked at him since she had walked into the room saying that they needed to talk.

“I ju-” Bucky paused, trying to figure out the right way to say what he was thinking. Fighting wasn’t going to help the situation. It was just a lot to take in. “I just don’t understand.”

“It’s not exactly a hard concept to understand,” Natasha snapped.

“Yeah except for the fact that you’ve been saying you can’t get pregnant since we first met!” 

So much for the not fighting.

“I know.” The words came out of Natasha’s mouth so quietly that Bucky almost missed them. Her head was down as if she were still trying to hide from him while she stood right in front of Bucky. He sighed, shoulders dropping, as he reached out to grab Natasha’s hand from where they were folded in front of her chest.

“Come here,” he said softly, pulling her onto the couch. She followed, though made it clear that she wasn’t that interested in being touched. She curled up on the couch facing him, head lying on the top part of the cushion, having not dropped his hand from hers, but not letting any other part of them touch.

“How certain are you?” Bucky knew he sounded like an asshole for asking that, but in his defense, he thought she couldn’t get pregnant. He wasn’t even sure how she knew to check because, as far as he knew, she also thought it was an impossibility as well.

 “Pretty sure. I wasn’t been feeling well so I went to Bruce. He did a full physical and a blood test. Blood test came back saying I was pregnant. He called me back to run a few tests. Tests confirmed I was pregnant. Recommends I go to an ob/gyn just to be sure.” She played with the zipper on her sweatshirt as she spoke, still not looking at him.

“Did he say how this happened?”

“Apparently it’s rare to get pregnant after the procedure I had, not impossible. Rare, but not unheard of.”

Bucky sat, contemplating the information he had been given. Part of him wondered if him being a super solider had anything to do with it. If maybe the serum was in his sperm and that had a hand in what happened. But it didn’t really matter how it happened right now. Sure it might be worth thinking about later, but Bucky knew Nat didn’t come to him because she was curious about how she got pregnant.

“Have you gone to the OB yet?” 

Natasha shook her head to respond. Bucky figured as much by what she said but still wanted to check. He wasn’t even sure how far along she was, or how long she’s known or-

“I didn’t want to go until I talked to you,” Natasha said, squeezing his hand as he talked. Bucky didn’t realize he had turned away from her until she said this, pulling him back in.

“Why?” He couldn’t stop the question for leaving his mouth. Yeah, they were together, have been for years at this point, but they were still their own people. Not that all couples weren’t they’re own people, they just weren’t that couple who talked about everything under the sun together. They weren’t Steve and Tony.

They just weren’t your typical long term couple. He was aware that there were things that she didn’t talk to him about, and he knew there were things he didn’t plan on telling her any time soon. Some times they went days without talking to each other, not because there was a fight or one of them was angry, just because that’s what one of them needed for the time being. They loved each other more than anything, they just did it by the terms they needed it to be by, not anybody else’s.

“Because I don’t know what to do,” Natasha said, finally look at Bucky, making eye contact, “and I want you to be part of this. Whatever this ends up being.”

But that didn’t mean that sometimes their terms overlapped with other peoples sometimes. Like when it came to supporting each other in times of need.

Bucky pulled Natasha closer to him, finally wrapping his arms around her the way he had wanted to when she first came into the room saying she needed to tell him something. She didn’t really return the hug, but she did lean into it, seeming to welcome the comfort her boyfriend was giving her. They didn’t talk for a bit, just sitting there on the couch in silence with each other. Eventually, Bucky spoke up.

“So, options. There’s a-”

“I know what the options are Bucky.” Natasha pulled away, no longer closing herself off to him, but glaring hard.

“I’m not saying you don’t. But what are our options?” He rephrased. Bucky thought he had an idea of what they were, but everyone knows what they say about assumptions, and he really wanted to avoid being an ass.

Natasha didn’t answer for a second, looking down while playing with her necklace.

“I’m not going through with the pregnancy if we don’t plan on keeping the kid.” It was said with a certain finality in her voice that threw Bucky off a bit. Not that what she said wasn’t exactly what he had assumed, and honestly agreed with. It almost sounded like she thought he would possibly fight her on it, which, even though he knew it shouldn’t, hurt him a bit.

“I understand that,” Bucky says, “So I guess it really comes down to one question: How do we feel about having a kid of our own?”

Natasha nodded slowly, falling back to her refusal to look at him. Bucky took it as a sign to keep talking because ultimately, they needed to talk about it, and she would have let him know if she didn’t want to continue the conversation.

“Ultimately it’s your decision because it’s yo-”

“I don’t care about being pregnant,” She interrupts, sitting up a bit straighter. “That’s really not the issue.”

Bucky didn’t say anything to that. He wasn’t going to disrespect her enough to accuse her of not thinking of what it would mean for her, even if he thought it might be the case.

“Okay then. Then it’s just how we feel about having a kid.”

Bucky would be lying if he said he never wanted kids, but that was before the war and the whole becoming a brainwashed assassin thing. He hadn’t really considered the possibility since then though. Natasha was the only long term female relationship he had been in since the brainwashing had been broken, and it wasn’t like any adoption agency would approve of him as a parent. The only time Bucky had even thought about if he wanted kids was when Tony and Steve brought home Peter, but he had quickly dismissed the idea. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so quick to think it would never be a possibility.

“We could do it,” Natasha said. “I mean, Tony and Steve are doing it, and I think we would be good parents. It’s just...” She trailed off, and Bucky chose to finish her thought.

“It’s just could doesn’t mean that’s what we should do or what we want to do.”

Natasha nodded in agreement, looking a little like she was spacing out. Bucky decided now was the best time to give his two cents in.

“I mean ultimately, I don’t think I could decide right now which way I lean, not without thinking about it a bit more, but I think I’d be happy with whatever we decide.” Bucky paused, hoping that Natasha would take the chance to speak up on what her thoughts were. She just looked at him instead, waiting for him to continue. “I think having a kid might be nice, but I also like the life we have right now. And I agree that I think we’d be good parents, but we also both have a lot of our own shit. I know I haven’t had one of my episodes in a long time, but there’s still always that possibility. And on the other hand that doesn’t mean we can’t work harder on our shit in preparation for the baby. There are a million different things at play, but there’s always a million different things at play for everyone. And like you said, Steve and Tony made it work, so why can’t we? It just comes down to what we want.”

Natasha looked at him as he spoke, resting her head back on the couch. When Bucky finished his little spiel, she smiled a bit sad at him.

“That’s just the problem. I don’t know what I want. I never thought it could happen so I just accepted that that was what was going to happen for me.”

Bucky smiled back at her, understanding what she meant. He knew she had even less of a reason to think about kids than he did. She was just a teenager when the procedure was done to her, why would she ever consider it. But now, for the first time, she had to confront those feelings and thoughts and considerations.

“I think,” Bucky began to say, reaching out to brush his hand through Natasha’s hair, “We don’t have to decide now. I think you should go to the OB, and I will of course come with you if you want me to, and figure out exactly how far along you are and if there’s anything we should know. Give us a better idea of what we’re getting into. We can set a date after that were we have to make a decision. Long enough that we have time to terminate the pregnancy with no issue, but also long enough for us to really think about it.”

Natasha smiled again as he spoke, this time with more of a shine.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Natasha said, leaning into a kiss, which Bucky happily reciprocated. After pulling away, Bucky saw the glint that he loved so much return to his girlfriend’s eyes.

“There’s no one else I would rather be going through this with,” She whispered like it was a little secret that the world didn’t get to know about, just them two.

“Right back at you Nat.”