#they all would!

[chicknstripz]

∘₊✧ [[ Flesh wound ]] ✧₊∘

Pairing|| Fem!Reader X Jesse Word Count|| 837 Tags|| dad!Jesse, mild injury, blood is mentioned, fluff, Jesse being a good Dad. Synopsis|| You come home to find your loving husband tending to your ad'ika.

Blood prompt for @clonexreaderbingo

Low chatter draws your attention as you enter your apartment, the gentle back and forth of its occupants making your heart swell with love. The first voice was deep and rich, his distinct flash-trained accent rounding each word as he spoke. It had mellowed over the years, smoothed and softened by years of listening to his commander, but it was no less familiar - your smile growing as he addressed his companion.

“This is going to sting, but I know you can handle it. Right trooper?”

A low sniffle follows, the lighter voice of your son muted by a small hand wiping a tear stained face.

“Right.”

“Atta boy.”

You can just picture the smile on Jesse’s face, the upward curve of his lips and crinkle of his eyes making the lower end of his tattoo distort. It was one of your favorite sights in the whole wide world, the light that shone in your eyes more than enough to make you fall in love with him all over again. Stars, even the sight of him standing opposite your small child made you gush, his broad frame near hiding the toddler from sight as he fiddled with the sprawled contents of a first aid kit.

“I want you to take three deep breaths for me, count them for me ad’ika.”

“One -- two --”

Your son never got to three, the world hissed from between taught lips as Jesse wiped his bloodied knee clean with a sterilizing wipe. Poor kid. You didn’t like the sterilizing wipes either, especially when they made contact with an open wound, and it made you want to run in and wrap your arms around him. But you didn’t. Jesse seemed to have the situation more than handled, the ease in which he tended to the scrape making your head spin as he whispered soothing words to the toddler.

“You're doing great kid, Kix would be so proud.”

“He would?”

The youngster’s voice trembles, his innocent tone empathized by the whistle of a lost tooth.

“Absolutely! He’s seen grown men flee at the sight of a sterilizing strip.”

That earns him a hesitant giggle, the pain of the scrape long forgotten as he continues to clean the wound. You can tell at a glance that it’s one of those scrapes kids are prone to, that your excitable toddler had probably fallen over in the middle of one of their games, but that doesn’t stop you from gushing at how competent your partner is. He has the wound dressed in no time at all, his eyes sparkling with warm pride as he fishes a sucker from his belt pouch.

“In fact, he’d insist I gave you one of these for being such a good patient.”

You laugh as your son drops down from the counter, his rounded cheeks dimpling as he catches sight of you in the doorway.

“Mommy! I got a sucker!”

“You did? You must have been very brave indeed.”

He nods his head emphatically, his wild curls bobbing as he rolls up to his toes and back down again.

“I was! Daddy said ba’vodu Kix would be very proud.”

“And daddy’s never wrong, right ad’ika?”

“Right!”

You grin as you ruffle his curls, your head tilting in the direction of the living room as you turn him gently towards it.

“I think my brave boy deserves to watch some cartoons, don’t you?”

You don’t think you’ve seen him vacate a room so fast, your laughter rolling pleasantly in your chest as Jesse curls his arms around your midsection. He’s so warm and firm, the breadth of his torso making you feel oh so safe as he pulls you flush against him.

“Sorry. I should have com’d you the second he took that tumble.” 

“You know you don’t need to.”

“But you’re his mother. Kix told me before his birth that you’d be very upset if I didn’t tell you he’d sustained an injury in my care.”

You snot, as ever entertained by his brother’s wild interpretation of natborn emotions.

“I think that brother of yours regularly forgets you’re an ARC, with all the training that goes with it.”

You reach up, curling your arm to palm the back of his head in a gentle hold.

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t trust your judgment, stars, just watching you with him makes me think we’re ready for another child.”

His breath catches, an odd stuttering sound that makes you smile as he nestles his nose against your temple. You know what being a father means to him, that he enjoys and treasures every single moment of it, so for you to add to his boundless joy? It means the galaxy to him! The vibration of air filling his chest makes you giddy as he pulls you closer with a growl.

“Kriffing love you.”

“Love you too.”

You always would, for in him you’d found the perfect husband and father, your life a blessed thing as you pressed a loving kiss to his cheek.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[sleepygaymerdisease]

[muffinlance]

My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"

And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."

Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

hypothetical scenario for you all: the real king arthur returns. you meet him and you welcome him into your home. what is the first thing you do with him? keep in mind, this is a man from the 500s (he died in 542), and you are from the 21st century (2024).

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god i love my friends. shout out to people who love their friends. this is a post for friend lovers

[the-dragon-girl-27]

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

you are greeted by...... her

[hinamie]

10 years later

[kiwi]

everybodys gotta get back into the practice of using pseudonyms online... i remember the time of screen names where u never ever told anyone ur real name and that was just understood as basic internet safety. plus having a screen name is fun because sometimes it sticks so well that it becomes part of ur identity that u can use in whatever facet of ur life you choose. it rocks to pick your own name

[millidew]

his change in career has captivated me

bonus:

[seren-dipitous-art]

I’ve been obsessed with the Olympics for the past week, and obsessed with Dick Grayson for longer, so here’s the crossover we all deserve.

Plus, gorgeous sweaty acrobat in gymnastics poses? Only positives.

[indigonite]

my main criticism for Baldurs Gate 3 is that you can’t keep wreaking havoc if you accidentally polymorph into a cat

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to