#life of ivy

[bitchinbarzal]

the other woman | mat & mama

you’d had the best weekend with the kids and mat. It was nice to get away from being “doc” to just being a mom and wife.

you were on day two, standing at the end of the carpet waiting for mat to finish his interviews while wyatt slept soundly on your shoulder.

he finally made it to you, taking wyatt from you to give your arms a break.

the kids were all on a sugar high, antsy and looking around for the next thing to do. Bailey had run off, not wearing his cochlear so you chased after him, bringing him back to the family giggling.

Your spot now taken by a woman you didn’t recognise. Before you could introduce yourself you heard her say

“Oh she’s gotten so big! I remember when you were just a baby” a tickling a now wide awake Wyatt’s belly.

You frowned “and how do you know Wyatt?” You asked, taking the baby from her dad.

Mat and the woman looked at one another, Mathew considerably nervous looking “We um-“

“Molly used to come to daddy’s house!” Ryder, ever the one to throw dad under the bus. Mathew closed his eyes and sighed.

“Yeah this is Molly.. she’s a reporter for the league we went out once or twice last year” Mathew explains while Molly stands looking uncomfortable.

You smile “Well it was nice to meet you Molly”

“Likewise…” she trails “I’m gonna go” and takes off into the crowd to interview someone else.

You look at Mat who has those puppy dog eyes “Babe…”

“C’mon guys let’s go see the mascot’s! Uncle Jack told me they’re playing musical chairs” you exclaim, plastering on a fake smile to distract the kids from the obvious tension.

Before you could walk very far Mathew grabbed your waist “Hey! Don’t walk away-“

“You slept with her, didn’t you?” You ask, tears lining your eyes.

Mat couldn’t lie, not to you “Yes… we were separated though!”

“So all that shit about wanting to work on our marriage, how I was your only girl… that was all a lie? You just can’t seem to keep your hands off girls at your work”

“Hey, that’s not fair!”

“No Mathew what isn’t fair is you never telling me that! That I was at home worrying about my job, our kids and our marriage while you were out finding them a new mom?!”

He looks hurt “It wasn’t like that! Lets not forget you drafted the divorce papers”

And one last stab at his heart

“And I wish I hadn’t thrown them out now”

[natandwandaseries]

Everyone’s always like: I wish my dog could do cool tricks

*Me, looking at my dog who does amazing, fancy tricks but never on command so my house is childproofed*

Me: Yeah it’s great

[lisamar1exo]

harlivy 🌱❤️

[ivipl1]

my attempt at making a front facing version of clover's starlo pose! Feel free to use this, just don't repost without crediting or claim it as your own! Small sized pixel accurate version coming soon. Maybe. Hopefully. We'll see

[ewwww-what]

You guys don’t get it, they used to be the high 5 heroes. They used to be the high 5 heroes guys. They used to. They used to be starry eyed freshmen. They had to choose each other. They had to have awkward introductions. They had to pick that name together. I’m never okay ever.

[darkparisian]

𝓛𝓪 𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮

Est. 1257

[tipsyleaf]

The Prettiest Fairy Princess

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏᴍᴇꜱᴛɪᴄ ʟᴇᴏɴ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ.

"C'mon mommy!" Your little girl drags you to the living room, just having finished set up a "stage", 2 dining room chairs, an old pink sheet and construction paper with a background of a castle on a hill drawn in markers and crayons taped just above the sheet. It's for one of her performances she likes putting on now and again after writing her funny little stories.

Soon you're sat in the middle of the couch between her stuffed animals. Strawbeary, her large pink bear, to your right and her Bluey toy to your left. Soon a folded pieces of paper is put into the audiences hands, a crudely drawing fairy with a crown on it's head and a jumbled mess of 'The Fairy Princess' in sparkly gel pen. With enough glitter glue around the edges to choke someone to death.

"What's this?" You ask, your little one turning, now wearing what looks like mascara as a fake mustache. That old makeup you gave her really made her plays costume department thrive by the looks of it.

"It's a paybill!" She happily squeals, handing Bluey her paper.

"Playbill." You hear your husband correct her from the other room, you look into the hall wondering why he isn't being subjected to the audience like usual.

"A playbill!" She corrects herself, looking at you then back to the stage. Walking over she pushing her box of toys behind the curtain and grabs her fathers work jacket from the armchair near by. Putting it on and pushing the sleeves up to her little elbows as it swallows her. Crawling back behind the curtain her arm comes up, using Leon's flashlight and flicking it.

That's usually intermission... but God she really thought of everything.

Soon the room is filled with the sound of her ballet practice music from her room.

Ahhh, Leon must be a stage technician this time.

You hear your little one clear her throat, her tiny hand peaking above the sheet with a stuffed bunny in her hand.

"There once was a family of fairies that ruled a kingdom!" The bunny bounces slightly, fluffy ears wiggling as he's tousled around, her voice stretching with exaggeration. "In a kingdom of magical creatures! All happily living their lives as they could."

The bunny disappears, a Ken doll on a flip flop with a cotton ball pillow and tissue blanket appearing.

"But sadly, not everyone in the kingdom was doing well. The king was sick and the next heir needed to take the throne quickly before the king died. Because every marriage in the kingdom needed a royals blessing." Ken gets dropped to the floor with a clatter as the bunny appears again, the smile on your face only growing wider. Stifling a laugh as she continues.

"But there was a problem. No one in the kingdom wanted to marry the princess in line for the throne because she was different than any of the other fairy princesses..." Silence falls over the room for a few seconds. You hear shuffling, your daughters head poking out from behind the curtain towards the hall.

"Daddy, that's where you come in!" She harshly whispers before moving back into place.

"Sorry!" Settling in she repeats her line again.

"But there was a problem. No one in the kingdom wanted to marry the princess in line for the throne because she was different than any of the other fairy princesses."

You hear foot steps as your attention turns to the hall doorway as your husband steps through. You swallow your bottom lip, covering your mouth with your hand as you lean on your knees.

"oh my god..."

There Leon stood, your daughters bright white fairy wings on his back, straps stretched out way too far on him, the brightest pink lipstick you use to own smeared across his mouth and her princess tiara from a tea set she was given as a gift on his head. You desperately want to laugh at him but you can't. It would upset your daughter or worse... Make her cry.

You don't want to make your daughter cry.

"She was too tall for the other fairies to want to marry her!" You pull your hand from your mouth, gaining your control again. You mouth an 'I love you ' to Leon as he crosses his arms, not irritated but unamused, making the straps somehow stretch more against his shoulders. Your attention turns back to the bunny narrating the play.

"So the princess was sad and everyday she'd go to the pond not far from her castle. And sit with her only friend." The bunny dips down, being replaced by a frog plush, starting to bounce as your daughter spoke.

"Oh princess, why are you so sad?" Leon turns towards the frog, trying to put on his most delicate voice possible.

"No one wants to marry me frog. I just want someone to love me and... Help me protect my kingdom!" You let out a tiny giggle at his line stumble. He definitely wouldn't be winning a Tony anytime soon.

"I know what you need!" The frog sways energetically as he looks around. "I know of a place where you can have your wish granted."

The frog disappears and the bunnies back.

"So the fairy princess followed the frogs instructions to a wishing well in the middle of the woods. There she took out a coin, held it tight and threw it into the well while wishing for what she wanted most." Leon fished into his jeans and pulled out what looked like a button, tossing it behind the curtain.

"As she threw the coin a short handsome man came from the trees." Your daughter moves, fixing her fathers jacket back in place as she came to the front of the curtain.

"Who are you?" Says the very pretty fairy princess. Your daughter look up at Leon, face scrunched in what you guessed was supposed to be an angry expression.

"I'm the giant of this forest! What're you doing near my home!? Aren't you the kings daughter?" She asserts her voice to try sounding like a grown man but just ends up sounding like she's choking on something. You can't help but let out a tiny laugh and thankfully she's too busy with line delivery she doesn't seem to notice.

"I am the kings daughter! And you're a giant? But you're so small?" Leon glances down at his daughter, covering his own mouth as he tries keeping composure. She stomps her feet, readying herself to deliver her next line.

"Everyone says that I'm too small! I wish I could be bigger and show everyone home good I am."

"But I think you're perfectly fine the way you are. You're actually very handsome." Leon crouches down to her level, smiling at him as her eyes gleamed.

"And you're very beautiful madam. Would you like to be my wife?" Leon gasps excitedly, playing along with her enthusiasm. He always loved seeing his little girl look so excited.

"I'm not too tall for you?" The giant wraps his arms around the princess, hugging her tightly as he's hoisted into her arms. Leon carries her into the hallway and you raise your hands, about to clap when she rushes back in behind the curtain. Hoisting the bunny up.

"And so the giant and the fairy princess got married. Saving her kingdom and getting her fathers approval. Everyone lived happily ever after until the king died. The End!"

You start clapping as you stand up from the couch, your daughter coming out to take a bow, Leon coming back around the corner. He takes a little bow even before you get to your kids level.

"Honey, that was so good! Thank you for front row seats." She's jumping excitedly and smiles even wider when there's a knock at the door.

"Uncle Chris!" She screams running out of the living room. Leon freezes, staring at you while you stand.

"Chris is here?!" You look at him with a smirk.

"The boys are sleeping over tonight... Did you not remember?" Leon shakes his head starting to make a break for the hall.

"Uh, uh! I already texted Chris and he wants to see his nieces show... I didn't know you were gonna be in it though." You snort, covering your mouth as Leon looks at the hallway mirror and seems himself.

"Oh my God..." He looks mortified, knowing he's never gonna hear the end of this.

"Don't be so upset. At least you're the prettiest fairy princess in the whole house~"

[reegis]

You wouldn’t happen to have any Tim doodles kicking around would you? The way you draw him is just so!!!!!

do you ever think about the fact that canonically tim is wearing jeans. bc i do

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"The Mechanisms were Jonathan Sims college band" and "Jon is the secret real past of Jonny D'ville" are both great takes but I present "Jon's descend into an unwilling antichirst figure is The Mecs new album and Jonny plays him in the songs because they just have very similar voices for some reason."

[queerheremydepressionissevere]

I love when the Riddler or Poison Ivy are loose, because it’s the only time the skills my mother insisted on come in handy. Can my sisters or I cook or drive? Absolutely not, but I can solve riddles and shoot a bow and identify things in nature like it’s NOTHING.

[bitchinbarzal]

sign the papers | mat & mama

The house was awfully quiet when the kids were with Mat. The odd time when you kept Wyatt it was nice to have some company but she couldn’t talk or really understand anything yet.

You had called up Miles’ wife not long after the separation to ask her opinion on the split and a possible divorce. She was obviously concerned immediately but you explained what had happened and calmed her.

“sometimes marriages just run their course. we made five beautiful kids, we built a home, I just think me and mat want different things now”

The kids were confused, why there was now a daddy’s house and a mommy’s house. why they didn’t have movie night with their parents any longer.

Ivy tried listening to her parents when she was at home, listening while her dad cried on the phone to her grandma and her mom would stress out on the phone to her friends.

You had spoken to a lawyer, drafted up divorce papers, discussed financial settlements, custody of the kids.

When you saw Mat you had tried to mention it to him, softly. You knew how he felt about the whole thing.

You had managed to mention it when he dropped the kids back off, asking if he could come in and see Wyatt. You, of course, said yes.

You watched him come into the house, as if he’s never left it. He sat on the rocking chair in Wyatt’s nursery, rocking her to sleep and mumbling a soft story to her.

You watched them on the baby monitor, a soft smile as you listened to him talking to your baby.

“Hi sweet girl, hi meatball. I missed you, I’ve missed you so much”

You allowed them their time together while putting Ivy, Ryder and Bailey to sleep. When you’d both finished the night routine you met in the hallway, closing the opposing doors from one another.

“She asleep?” He asks about Ivy and you nod “out like a light”

He follows you down the stairs into the playroom where you begin cleaning up. Mat joins in, picking up stray toys the kids had thrown around.

“For being so little they make a massive mess” he jokes, breaking the silence.

You laugh “Yeah, they take after their dad I’m sure”

When the room is cleaned and tiny, you walk Mat to the door.

“Thanks for letting me put her to bed, it means a lot when I don’t have her-“

“I’m filing for divorce” you interrupted him.

You interrupted him telling you how much he appreciated his time with his daughter to tell him you were filing for divorce.

“Oh” is all he said

You nodded, biting your bottom lip “I just wanted to tell you before the papers came through in the mail”

He hums “So we’re not going to talk about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about Mat”

He laughs, viciously “You kicked me out of our house and we haven’t spoken since I feel like there was definitely a conversation in there somewhere!”

“Mathew, you need to leave”

“Stop doing that!” He exclaims “Doing what?”

“Calling me Mathew and making me leave when there is the slightest inconvenience for you! I want to save our marriage, I want to save our family and you don’t seem to care”

You took a deep breath and replied “I stopped being able to care a long time ago, Mat. Please just go and sign the papers when they come in”

He didn’t want to fight any longer, he couldn’t fight with you anymore. Not when you were being selfish and never listening to his point of view. At the bottom line of it all, he loved you regardless.

So instead, he leaned down and kissed your forehead, while his hand supported the back of your head.

“I will always love you, y/n. from the moment I met you until the day I die, I will always love you with my entire heart and soul and if there’s ever one thing I know I got right in this world, it’s you. No matter what the paper says, you’ll always be my girl”

A tear rolls down your cheek and your hand grasps onto his wrist before you begin to sob “Mat-“

“Shh, it’s ok baby. It’s ok, I’ll sign the papers if that’s what you want, I’m not going to fight you anymore. I just needed you to know that regardless of us fighting, shouting and balling at one another, you are my world”

You shook your head at him, sniffling “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He shrugs “I only have a little while longer as a husband I might as well try being a good one”

You watched him pull out of the driveway and down the street, tears falling off your face while you sobbed quietly.

The following days, Mat had a roadie so you had the kids full time. You had officially accepted your role back as doctor for the devils next season so you were getting back into watching hockey.

The kids had requested Mathew’s game against the Kraken be on the tv so they could watch and while it was late you couldn’t say no.

So you sat with them, Ryder on your lap while your fingers carded through his hair while you watched the islanders play.

After the game, the press had announced a big press conference with the islanders. You didn’t think much of it, they’d won so it was probably just the dramatics.

You were tidying the couch pillows when you heard the tv

“Mat, Lou informed us you had an important announcement to make this evening?” A reporter asks.

Mat nods “Yes, thank you. I wanted to make this announcement here, in Seattle where I was playing when I was drafted by the Islanders organisation in 2015. My time on Long Island has been nothing short of amazing and I will always reflect on the relationships I have developed with the community, my team and the organisation. Today, I announce my retirement from the national hockey league as a player as this season draws to a close. My family are of the utmost importance to me right now and I feel this is in our best interest”

You drop the pillow in your hand and gawk at the tv “what the fuck”

“Mommy said a bad word!” Ryder shouts, reminding you that the kids were with you.

“You’d be saying bad words too if you knew what was going on” you replied, picking up your phone to text Mat.

Instead you found a text already on your phone from him

this is for you, for us. the nhl is your dream, not just mine.

You smile at the message and look back at the tv where mat is being hounded by the media on his bombshell announcement.

When Mat finally got finished with media and all that came with his announcement he managed to pick up his phone and wade through the messages from friends, coaches and family to find your name. Only to find you’d left him on read.

When he arrived home, your nanny had dropped the kids off at his airbnb so he didn’t get the chance to speak to you. The nanny, Rita had given him a pile of papers too. He suspected it was bills, school letters you’d asked her to pass along and they were discarded onto the countertop.

The weekend with the kids passed too quickly and before he knew it you were picking them up for your week. Between the kids, the media and the organisation Mat hadn’t gotten a chance to sit down until the middle of the week, sitting at his breakfast bar looking at the divorce papers sat unsigned on the counter.

Next to it was the papers Rita had dropped off, he picked them up and began flicking through. Bills, tuition payments and then a brown envelope addressed to you.

He frowned and opened it, pulling out a white paper, the exact same as the one on his counter yet this had your name on it. These were your divorce papers.

His eyes scanned the paper for your signature, it was nowhere to be found. Part of him felt hopeful, you wouldn’t have sent him this if it didn’t mean anything.

But it had been days since Rita gave him these and you hadn’t said anything, so did it mean what he thought it meant?

Before Mat made himself crazy thinking of the possibilities with this, he got in his car and made his way to your house. Not before a stop on the way.

It was late and he knew the kids would be asleep, so he knocked lightly on the door just praying you were awake.

He waited nervously until he saw the porch light flicker on and you appear at the door in your pyjamas

“Mat? What are you- it’s eleven o’clock”

“I know, but I had to come here because I got your papers” he rushes, watching as a sleepy smile is painted on your face

“I was wondering when you’d open them”

“I, I opened it and I hope it means what I think it means” he replies.

You nod softly “It means, come home Mat, it means let’s talk about this, it means you don’t have to retire just to fix us”

He shakes his head “I retired because, you were right. This is the Mat show, I want it to be the Barzal’s. I want to be able to see you at work, in everything you do and be so proud of you because you’re amazing. I accepted an offer with management so I’m not completely out of a job”

You nod with a laugh “Good, can’t have you being bored”

He then sighs heavily and adds “The day I first asked you out I said could really see this being something real and I just couldn't let you slip away. I’m not letting you slip away from me, now or ever”

At his confession you reach out to place a hand on his chest “I love you, Mathew”

He groans lowly and you laugh “Mat, baby, my angel. I love You”

“That’s better” he smiles. You notice his hand is behind his back and you raise your eyebrow skeptically.

“What you got there?”

He brings his hand out and when you see it you laugh through teary eyes “It’s ivy! There’s no flower shops open this late”

[undergroundrockpress]

The Cramps backstage at London Hammersmith Odeon 1986. Photo : Andy Phillips.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 93

“So are we going to talk about the whole end of the world thing or…” Tucker trailed off, sprawled on one of the couches as he looked up from his pda, sand falling from his hair. 

 “No,” Sam grumbled, glaring at one of her plants as though demanding why it wasn’t growing like she was asking it to. 

 “Hey Danny are we-” 

 “Nope!” Danny cheerfully responded, hands inside what might be a black hole or some sort of baby cosmos to-be as he molded it like a chunk of clay. 

 “Alright, no talking about that, but can we at least talk about how we’re going to stop Clockwork from murdering my speedsters for this one…?” 

[thoughtkick]

Feelings are good! Even bad feelings! Feelings are just thoughts.

Ivy

[xxautumnivyxx]

The sweatpants and gym clothes closet debacle

[the-crow-in-the-blooming-tree]