#cbs mom

[we-pay-for-everything]

I really like Mom and love the characters, but at this point in season 6 (it began in season 5, at least, actually) I can't stand Christy. She's the only character that over the years seems to have regressed instead of progressed, and it's obvious the writers have no idea what to do with her anymore. She stopped growing as a person many seasons ago.

Still, I congratulate the writers and staff on the fact that Mom has gotten better, or at least hasn't declined in quality, over the seasons. Besides Christy, all other characters have grown, and I think seasons 4 and 5 in particular were really good. The show improved a lot once Christy's kids were out of the picture and the focus was more on all the girls and their relationships, which I love, and not just on Christy and Bonnie and their dynamic. Mom improved especially when they began exploring Bonnie's friendships with the other girls and not just her relationship with Christy. Also, unlike most shows, adding new characters 5 seasons in actually worked on Mom. Adam and Tammy are just as familiar to me as Jill or Marjorie.

I love how relatable and realistic the show is while remaining hopeful and positive. It's a story about growth and second chances, but it's not really cheesy or fake. The characters relapse or are incapable of shaking off old habits. All the girls, except maybe Bonnie, experience some growth but not too much and that's the way it is in real life. No one is magically cured or changed. Wendy and Jill are still lonely, and Jill is still lost, but Wendy has become more confident and Jill is less superficial and more emotionally mature now. I find that inspiring.

Unrelated, but I kinda prefer Bonnie with Alvin instead of Adam.

[typingtess]

Adjust your viewing plans accordingly.

[achilles-rage]

His Girls

summary: you bring your 2 year old daughter to visit Street at work, and she utters a word you're both surprised to hear.

word count: 2.6k

request: @twilightlover2007 - Hope you don't mind but Id love to request Street with a single mama gf. Her kiddo is 2 and when they visit the station once her little one calls Street daddy(I think he would be an AMAZING dad 😍😭)

A/N: sorry this took so long, i got really into another fic i’m writing. but i really enjoyed writing this! enjoy<3

warnings: none, reader is a single mother, street is a pushover for his girls, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

You’re driving home from the park with your two-year-old daughter, laughing as you hear her singing loudly in the backseat to the music playing. You decided that you should stop by and visit Street at work when you were leaving the park, knowing your daughter would love to see him, and vice versa.

He’s been around pretty much all her life, and she’s grown very attached to him. Lots of days when he comes home from work, she hears the door open and drops whatever she’d been doing to run to him as fast as her little legs would carry her. She holds her arms out and he drops his bag to lift her in his arms, holding her close with a chuckle. It never gets old; he loves being greeted by the two of you after a long day. 

He loves when he has a few days off too, spending them with the both of you. He keeps your daughter company as you make breakfast, putting on her tv show for her and talking to her in an animated voice as she babbles on about all her thoughts. Then, after you all eat and she’s distracted with the toys that he always seems to trip over in the mornings, he curls up with you on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his head on your plush stomach, trying not to fall back asleep as your fingers weave their way through his hair and you talk in soft tones.

After a while, your daughter comes up to you two, squirming her way onto the couch and cuddling up between the both of you with a happy little smile on her face. This only ever lasts a few minutes, however, as she’s soon sliding off the couch and grabbing both of your hands to get you up to play with her.

“Momma, can we get McDonalds? Please?” she whines, drawing out the last word. You look at her through the rear view mirror, seeing her bottom lip jutting out as she looks at the back of your seat.

“Not today, lovey. I have food in the crockpot at home for dinner.” you tell her softly, looking back to the road as you make your way down the street, almost at Street’s work. 

She whines softly at your words, kicking her feet a little in the car seat, but not pushing it further. She puts her hand up to the window, opening and closing her fingers as she feels the light on her face. 

As you get closer to his work, you hear a little gasp from the backseat, before your daughter’s giggles fill the car, realizing you’re visiting Street at work. You do this regularly, and after a few times she had learned to recognize when you’re getting close. You smile softly, pulling into the parking lot and turning off your car.

“You wanna go see Jim?” you ask her, turning in your seat to face her. She nods excitedly, squirming in her seat, giggles getting louder as she sees you get out of the car and open her door to get her out of her seat.

Once you get her out of the car and sat on your hip, you make your way inside, feeling her legs kick out beside you with a big grin on her face.

Your eyes search the building as you look for Street, hoping your plan to surprise him wouldn’t backfire by him being out on a call.

You let out a relieved sigh as you see Hondo, who gives you a smile before waving at your daughter, who pushes her cheek against your chest, giving him a shy smile. He points in the direction of Street, winking at you as you thank him silently, walking around the ring in the middle of the room and making your way to the other room.

You set your daughter down as she sees the back of his head, barely able to keep her in your arms as she squirms against your grip. She races over to him, and he turns when he hears the soft patter of her feet hitting the ground. 

“Is that my girls?” He smiles down at her widely, stretching out his arms as he leans down.

“Daddy!” she exclaims as her arms wrap around his neck and he lifts her off the ground. Your eyes widen at the word and your whole body tenses, your smile disappearing for a moment as your eyes dart to his, a little afraid of his reaction.

Honestly, you’re a little surprised she hadn’t called him that before today. She didn’t know much, if anything, about her real father. With seeing the rest of the kids with their fathers at the park, you could see where she might get confused. Of course, she didn’t know any better, and you know he wouldn’t hold it against either of you, but it doesn’t seem to calm the pounding in your chest as you wait for Street to react. He had been surprisingly accepting of you being a single parent, and immediately treated your daughter as his own, but you were nervous that the thought of actually being her father would be too much for him.

Your eyes soften as you see that the excitement in his eyes hasn’t left, his eyes are merely searching yours to make sure you’re okay with that word. You give him a reassuring smile, laughing in slight disbelief as he hugs her tighter, tickling her sides.

“Hi bug.” he whispers into her ear, and you swear you see tears in his eyes as he speaks in the softest voice you’ve ever heard him use. He’s called her this almost as long as he’s known you two, stemming from a joke he made when she was still a baby. When she used to lay on her back on the floor, she used to squirm in a way that made her look like a bug turned over on its back. It made you two laugh so much that the name had stuck after that.

“Momma won’t let me get McDonald’s.” she tells him in a soft voice, leaning her head back from his chest and looking up at him, her bottom lip forming a small pout. His eyes shoot up to yours as you fight back a smile at her insistence. She knows he’s more likely to give in to her than you are, especially if she gives him those big eyes of hers and a pout. You narrow your eyes at him, shaking your head once, still trying to fight back your smile. He lowers his eyes back down to meet her eyes with a raised brow, chuckling softly.

“How about this? I’ll take you tomorrow on my day off. Deal?” he tells her softly, glancing back up at you for a moment and giving you a wink before looking back down at her. She nods enthusiastically at his words, giggling softly. 

“You spoil her.” you tell him, a small smile making its way onto your face as you step closer to them, leaning in to kiss him softly. He kisses you back, smiling into the kiss as one arm moves from your daughters back to your cheek, tilting your head up slightly.

“I can’t resist her charm. She’s just like her momma.” he whispers once you pull away, turning his face back to hers as she starts to tell him about how many times she went down the slide at the park earlier. 

He puts his arm around you and pulls you closer, squeezing your soft waist as you lean your head on his shoulder. You both listen to your daughter's story with matching grins, until you hear Chris’s voice, which causes your daughter to forget her story and turn in Street’s arms.

Street puts your daughter down, letting her walk over to Chris and wrap her arms around her legs as Chris greets her warmly. 

“I think there’s some cookies in the kitchen. Do you wanna go get one?” she asks, laughing as your daughter jumps up and down, nodding quickly. She grabs Chris’s hand in hers, dragging her towards the kitchen, completely forgetting about you and Street as soon as cookies are mentioned.

You laugh softly, shaking your head, knowing how hard it’ll be to get her to sleep with all this excitement. You sigh, turning to face Street, wrapping your arms around his neck as you look up at him, tilting your head to the side.

“She called me daddy.” he whispers, almost in disbelief as his hands make their way to your hips, giving them a squeeze.

“Are you okay with that?” you ask, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. You know he looked okay with it, but you want to make sure. He’s very good at hiding how he feels, but when you give him that look, it’s hard for him to keep his words steady if he was lying.

“Are you kidding me? I love you, both of you. I think the first time you introduced me to her, it was set in my mind that you were both gonna be mine forever.” he tells you, chuckling softly. Your eyes soften at his words and you lean up onto your toes to kiss him again, one hand going to the back of his head as you weave your fingers through his hair.

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger.” you tease softly as you pull away, moving your hands from his shoulders down to his chest, smoothing out his shirt.

“She’s exactly like her momma.” he responds in the same tone. He bites his lip softly, eyes trailing down your figure, taking in your cleavage peeking out of the top of your shirt. The way he could see the soft outline of your tummy and your thick thighs under your clothes. He’s so overwhelmed with love at the moment he isn’t sure what to do with himself. If he wasn’t at work, he knows exactly what he’d do to you right now, but he keeps his hands respectfully on your hips as his eyes glance around the room.

“You wanna go out with me tomorrow? Like a date?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you, a teasing glint in his eye.

“What do you have in mind?” you respond, your brows furrowing slightly as you take in the look in his eyes.

“McDonalds?” he says, making you laugh softly as you drop your head to rest on his chest.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” you whisper, looking back up at him and being met with his lips on your forehead, the sound of his chuckle hitting your ears.

After a few minutes your daughter comes running back over to you two, Chris trailing behind her. You reach down and pick her up, brushing the remainder of cookie crumbs off her face as she reaches her hands up and squishes your cheeks between her hands.

“You ready to go home?” you ask her through squished cheeks, sticking your tongue out at her.

“I wanna stay.” she whines softly, taking her hands off your cheeks and holding her arms out to Street. He immediately holds his hands out, taking her from you happily and kissing her forehead.

“Yeah, she wants to stay here, momma.” he teases softly, poking her belly, which causes her to squeal and squirm in his grip.

“You’re no help,” you say to Street, giving him a stern look. “And we have to go home and turn off the crockpot, my love. We’ll see him tomorrow.” you tell her in a softer tone. As much as you love how close they are, you know she’s gonna pout the whole way home.

“You better go, bug. But I promise I’ll take you and your momma out for lunch tomorrow, yeah?” he tells her, which makes her smile and hold out her pinky to him. He chuckles, linking his pinky with hers.

“You gonna be good for your momma?” he asks, squeezing her closer to his chest as she wraps her arms around his neck again, sighing. She nods, running a hand over her face, the pouty expression already making its way onto her face.

“Okay, say goodbye lovey.” you tell her softly, rubbing a hand up and down her back. She whispers a soft goodbye, nuzzling into his chest, and he swears he feels his heart melt at her soft little voice. He puts a hand on her head, kissing her forehead again, frowning slightly at the idea of having his girls go home while he has to stay at work.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” he tells her, handing her back to you. Once she’s in your arms he puts his hand on your back, loving the warmth of your skin under his hand. You look up at him, smiling softly at him as you hold your daughter to your chest as the pout stays firmly planted on her face.

“Can we have a tea party tomorrow?” she asks, raising her head up from your chest to look up at him. You laugh at the thought of him scrunched up on one of her little chairs, tiara on his head and pinky raised with one of her little teacups in his hand.

“If that’s what you wanna do, then we’ll do it.” he tells her earnestly, chuckling softly. She smiles at him and rests her head back on your chest again, kicking her feet out on either side of you at his words.

“I love you,” he whispers to you, squeezing your waist as he moves his hand from your back to your waist. “And I love you, bug.” he finishes, looking down at her. She turns her face into your chest bashfully but you can feel the large smile on her face at his words. He chuckles at her reaction before leaning into you, kissing you gently, careful of the little body between you.

“I love you,” you reply against his lips. “Come home to us in one piece.” you tell him once he pulls away.

“I’ll do everything I can. I’ve got a date with my girls tomorrow.” he teases softly, as you back up. You laugh softly, shaking your head as you turn to walk out of the building.

“You’ll make a little girl very upset if you don’t.” you tease softly, turning to look at him over your shoulder as your daughter waves goodbye to him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” he says in a teasing tone. But he means it. At this moment, he doesn’t think anything can stop him from coming home to his girls. His heart swells at the thought of you both being his to take care of, forever.

You walk out to the car with her in your arms, and put her in her car seat before getting into the driver's seat. You smile to yourself as you sit there, feeling a weight off your shoulders. You finally feel like your little family is complete. While it had been complete ever since Street and your daughter had met, you now have no doubt in your mind that he’s here to stay. And he will spend the rest of his life trying to give the both of you everything that you deserve.

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[justanoutlawfic]

“Believe me, when we broke up…” “There was no breaking up! Breaking up is fighting and splitting up your albums and maybe one hot, angry good-bye bang! What you did was abandon me when I was the most vulnerable I've ever been in my entire life.”

This is such a Swanfire conversation.

[nether-moth]

Still can't get over how Laura got married at the place both her parents died

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

10 Shows 10 People

Game: Add 10 gifs from your favorite shows and tag 10 people.

Thank you to @jolovesfandoms and @chicgeekgirl89 for the tag- (also when you tagged me I was im-overstimulated-and-im-sad I changed my url) 💝

1. 911 Lone Star

2. Gilmore Girls

3. Sabrina the Teenage Witch

4. Mom

5. Brooklyn Nine-Nine

6. Parks and Recreation

7. Scrubs

8. Will and Grace

9. Friends

10. 3rd Rock from the Sun (will not let me post gif because I already have ten)

No pressure tagging: I tag @anewkindofme @nancys-braids @actualalligator

@carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @maya-matlin

@jesushatesmyguts @dreamingofmickeywaffles @ellena-asg

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[scolachase]

FBI: Most Wanted • 5.08

[ouroboobos]

Evil is such a funny show. On one hand its very fun, I love the characters and I think the actors have fantastic chemistry but on the other hand its the stupidest thing I've ever watched in my life and also I don't understand why this lady is so obsessed with calling everyone a psychopath. Standard psychologist behavior I guess

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[stinkypeanutbutter]

honestly about the new fastpass , Chase did go a little extreme . Yes he’s mad yada yada but he still shouldn’t have said the really maybe a little too silly stuff like that . Same with buddy , he shouldn’t have done what he did too , even if it was out of blind rage . Both suck , both need to kiss and make up , both need chocolate bars :3

[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

A New Chapter

@dizzybee03

“Look at our daughter!” David exclaimed as the doctor held her up over the drape for you to see. David half laughed, half cried when he saw his Eleanor for the first time.

“I’m so glad she’s here, baby.” You said, suddenly exhausted from the immediate fluctuation in hormones since your daughter had been removed from your body. You were tired, but no less excited that your daughter was safely here.

David was secretly thankful you were not a woman diehard set on one specific way of giving birth. He never understood how people tried to dictate one of the most unpredictable times in any human’s life. That was why when your doctor told the two of you that your daughter was still breech, you had no problems scheduling your c-section. Other means of trying to get her to flip were too risky for the two of you. You were glad to have an operation if meant your baby arrived safely.

David walked over to the warmer to watch the nursing staff take care of his baby. She had started crying and getting fussy with the stimulation. He couldn’t help but cry as he watched this tiny new life. He got to cut the rest of the umbilical cord. He put his finger in her palm and she instinctively grabbed it.

“You are so beautiful, just like your mama, baby girl.” He said to her, “Your daddy loves you more than anything.” He leaned down and kissed her head before the nursing staff took her to be weighed.

David walked back over to your side and sat down.

“How is she?” You asked tiredly.

“So beautiful.” David kissed your forehead, “I’m so proud of you.”

A short time later, you were sewn up, abdominal binder in place, and in the recovery room. Your baby was wheeled in shortly after you were settled. A lactation nurse came in as well to help you with breastfeeding.

You were thankful that Eleanor seemed to latch well and she didn’t lack in appetite. The lactation nurse made sure neither you or David had anymore questions and left the three of you alone to bond.

“I didn’t know I could love you anymore than I did,” David spoke softly as he sat next to the bed by your legs, facing you and propped up on the edge of the bed on his elbow.

You smiled at him, “I didn’t know I could love someone that I have never met before so immensely.”

He hesitated, but you could feel his gaze on you while you stared down at your baby nursing.

“You are so beautiful, baby.”

You grinned, looking up at him.

“I love you so much, David.”

You puckered your lips at him, signaling that you wanted a kiss and he complied. He pressed his lips tenderly on yours with nothing but love.

Once Eleanor was done eating, you gave her to your husband so that he could love on his daughter. You laid your head back on the pillow once she was safely in his arms. You smiled, thankful that your daughter was here and you were both safe and that Deacon was by your side. You drifted off to sleep with a smile.

You weren’t sure how long you slept, but when you woke up, you looked over to see your shirtless husband, still in the recliner beside of you with your daughter, in nothing but a diaper, laying on his chest, curled up on his sternum. He had a blanket over her and was gently rubbing circles into her back.

“Oh, baby,” you cried quietly. The sight of your husband as a new daddy, doing skin to skin with his your daughter too, loving on your tiny new life was enough for your emotions and you began to cry.

David chuckled and reached a hand out to you. You grabbed it and intertwined your fingers with his.

You sat there in silence with your family until the nursing staff came to transfer back to your regular room where you would be until you were discharged. Eleanor went to the nursery while you got settled. You were on bed rest until the following morning - not that your body was quickly metabolizing your spinal block. You had gained feeling back, but could only still move your feet. You laughed at yourself every time you tried to move. It was odd telling your body to do something that it was not physically able to do.

Throughout the night, the nursing staff kept Eleanor in the nursery unless it was time for her to eat. You would breastfeed your daughter and send her back to be cared for while you tried to sleep as much as you could. You were the most exhausted you had ever been. Delivery itself had been a breeze, but the hormone fluctuations were truly whooping your ass.

The next morning, you found you had regained all feeling and movement in your lower body. Once the nurse removed your catheter and gave you some pain medication, you were beyond ready to get out of bed. David and the nurse helped you as you got your legs over the side of the bed, sitting there to adjust to the change in position for a few moments. Once you felt okay, you stood up with your support on either side of you.

“My god, it feels good to be out of bed!”

“You look great, baby.” David said with a kiss to your head.

The first few steps were uncomfortable. It felt like one side of the incision in your abdominal muscles was being tugged on, which was uncomfortable, even though you knew nothing was actually being pulled. As you grew more steady on your feet, your nurse allowed David to be the sole one to accompany you around the hallways.

You were holding onto the inside of his elbow for support as he kept his arm folded across his torso to give you support.

“It feels so good to be out of bed,” you told him quietly as you slowly walked.

“I can only imagine, babe. But you? You my dear are phenomenal. You did so good during delivery, you have been a champ with Eleanor, and you’re up walking 12 hours after a major surgery….” You glanced up at him and saw his wheels turning. “You’re superwoman.”

You smiled up at him and finished a couple of laps before returning to your room and getting back into bed.

That evening, you decided you needed a shower. It had been over 24 hours, post-partum hormones left you in horrid hot flashes and pouring sweat and you wanted to get some of your own clothes on. Deacon helped you up and to the bathroom. He helped you take your gown off and disposed of it in the linen bag before making sure you had all of your personal shower items ready to go. You wanted to pee first so you made your way over to the toilet and quickly found yourself unable to sit down on the toilet without some grounded support.

“Here, baby.” Deacon said softly once he noticed you trying to figure out your predicament and how to lower yourself the short distance to the toilet. He held out his hands and helped you slowly lower yourself down. “You know, it’s okay to ask for help, right?” Your husband asked you with a teasing tone.

He knew that you didn’t like being dependent on anyone unless it was allowing him to show his chivalrous side.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” you laughed.

You begin to unvelcro the abdominal binder around you.

You were uncomfortable, even with the binder, however, you didn’t realize how much support that it gave you until it was laying on the sink next to you.

“You okay, honey?” Deacon asked, studying your face.

“That binder is nice…” you grimaced.

You were finished peeing so you took toilet paper and attempted to wipe yourself, however, your newly incised abdominal muscles didn’t allow you to even get your hand between your legs. An intense burning pain shot up the right side of the muscles in your belly. You knew nothing was tearing inside of you, but damn, it felt like it.

Deacon didn’t let you struggle for another second. He took the toilet paper from you and wiped you while you held onto his shoulder.

He squatted down and pulled your oh so glorious post-partum panties down and got your feet out of them. He threw them away and helped you stand back up. He had the water running and adjusted for you. He helped you step in and then stood at the edge of the shower to make sure you didn’t need to call for his help. His presence apart from you in the shower lasted less than 60 seconds when he noticed that you were unable to even lift your hands up to wet your hair thoroughly because of the pain in your abdomen.

He quickly discarded his own clothes and stepped into the surprisingly room-y shower with you.

You were standing underneath of the water with your back to the shower-head. Deacon reached around you and began massaging your scalp, ensuring that all of your hair was wet. You stood there, arms folded gently in front of you, feeling as helpless as ever. You were grateful for your husband taking care of you but that didn’t change the fact that you were absolutely helpless. This was new to you and you didn’t like it.

David was massaging shampoo into your scalp when he noticed the tears in your red eyes.

“Hey, hey,” he said softly as he rinsed his hands of shampoo and cradled your face. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m so helpless.” You cried. “I can’t wipe myself, I can’t wash my hair, I can’t wash my ass…”

“And that’s what I’m here for, honey.” David continued, his tone of voice felt like a hug to your soul, “You just gave birth to our beautiful daughter. You just had a major surgery. Being helpless is okay right now, baby. It won’t last forever. You will heal and be back to normal, but for right now, it’s okay to need me, baby. It wasn’t my job to carry Eleanor or give birth to her, but it is my job to care for you and I’m so blessed to get to do this.”

David’s kindness and love for you made you cry even more.

“I’m so blessed,” you cried, “I don’t deserve you.”

David chuckled to himself, knowing hormones were the culprit behind your sudden emotional fragility. He gently leaned down to kiss you. “Just as I don’t deserve you, baby. That’s why we’re blessed.”

He made sure that you were okay before he resumed washing and rinsing your hair, putting in conditioner, and washing your body and helping you rinse.

Once you were clean, David helped you step out of the shower. He wrapped you up in a towel while he dried off and dressed so that he could step out into the room to get your clothes.

He returned to the bathroom, leaving the door open, knowing you would get hot and sticky if he didn’t. He took your towel and began drying you off. He was so gentle as he rubbed the towel over your abdomen and hips. You grabbed his shoulders for support and squatted slightly so he could have better access to dry all of you.

You were grateful that you weren’t bleeding much post delivery. Regardless, you didn’t hesitate to step into a fresh pair of mesh underwear with giant pads provided by the hospital. David helped you get your abdominal binder on and shorts, followed by your nursing bra and one of his t-shirts. Once you were dressed, he sprayed detangler in your hair and gently worked your comb through it until all of the tangles were removed.

You felt so much better as you maneuvered your way back into bed. You were so thankful for David and you were so thankful to be clean. The nurse soon came in with a couple of percocet for you.

You looked puzzled.

“I called for some pain meds for you, baby. I know you were hurting during the shower.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again as you gratefully took the meds from your nurse.

“I’m so thankful to have you, baby.” You said to David a short while later as the two of you sat in your room together while you nursed your daughter.

“As I am for you, my sweetheart. I am so proud of you and our baby girl. I am the most blessed man in the universe.”

[julie-finlay]

[oldshowbiz]

1967.

Moms Mabley onstage at CBS Television City.

[seikilos-stele]

I gotta say my favorite episode of Evil is “E is for Elevator” and not for any deep reason, like it’s not objectively better than any of the others. It’s just that it’s the first episode that took me from “I really love this show” to “HOLY SHIT NEW BLORBO” and that blorbo was Ben

[melanieexox]

GHOSTS (US) | The Heir: “I dipped my balls into a scalding hot coffee pot.”