#Bluey - Mum on the phone

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Mum on the Phone

Mum goes through a range of emotions and facial expressions while dealing with a call from work in “Driving”.

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Maybe We Were a Bit Too Loud.. (Jude Bellingham) *Smut*

A/N: been a bit too many Jude stories. if yall have any trent requests pls send

Y/N's POV:

Jude and I have both been so occupied in our work, we have barely got any time to spend with our daughter, let alone ourselves. Kiera had a play at school, so I got off work early. Unfortunately, Jude couldn't make it. She was quite upset about it, but I made sure to make it up to her. We had a girls day. We went to the Salon and got our nails done. I needed a refill on my nails and she wanted to get some color for her birthday party in a few days. I also got her some ice cream and had a shopping spree.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" Kiera yells. She really doesn't have to be so loud. I'm right next to her. It has been a long day. As fun as it was, it was fucking exhausting. I look at her and she shows me some toy that she has, explaining it as if I didn't buy it for her. "Honey, that's amazing." I play into her excitement. "Mum, I'm hungry." She tells me, abruptly dropping her toy. "Let's get you some food, my little hungry bunny." I say, scooping her up and kissing her tummy. She starts wriggling in a fit of ticklish laughter.

I finish making spaghetti Bolognese as per my hungry bunny's request. She's just like her father. I take out her Minnie Mouse plate from the kitchen cabinet and give her some pasta. I also pair it with some leftover mashed potato and some freshly steamed broccoli and carrots. "Mama! I don't like carrots!" Kiera yells, very politely. "I know, sweetheart, but if you don't want to end up with glasses like mama, you have to have them." I tell her. She's not a picky eater, unlike me, but carrots are her weakness. It's not fun waking up to see a blurry husband, and if she wants to escape my genetic curse of poor eyesight, she has to eat her carrot. "Hmph. Fine." She says, crossing her arms but still listening to me. She's such a blessing.

As I'm serving myself the spaghetti and the vegetables (purely to be a good roll model to my daughter) for myself, I hear the door lock rattling. I look up to see my husband walk through the door. "Daddy!!" Kiera yells, attempting to get off of our high counter chairs. Jude quickly walks to his carbon copy and picks her up. "Hello, my love." He says, littering her face with kisses and placing her back on her chair. She continues munching away at her veggies. "Mhh...Whatever you made smells amazing." He says, walking to the back of the counter, where I place my plate onto the table and get out his plate. "Spaghetti Bolognese." I tell him. He grabs me by the waist and places a kiss on my head. "Missed ya." He says, then placing a kiss on my lips. "Missed you too." I reply. "Ewwww." We hear a little voice say. Our little love session is interrupted by Kiera fake gagging. She learns too much from Jobe. "Alright, alright. Go sit down, love." I tell Jude. He sits down and I place his food in front of him. He quickly gobbles it up.

"Mama, can we watch bluey?" Kiera asks. "No, honey. It's mama's turn to choose." Jude says. Kiera is sat on her little pink blanket at the left in of our very large L-shaped white couch. Jude and I are sitting on the right side. "But, daddy-" She argues back. "No 'but's." Jude says sternly. "You got your turn yesterday, and I was before you. Mama's last few turns were taken by us, too. It's time we let her choose." He explains to our daughter. She lets out a huff and puff. "Jude, it's not that serious. Let her watch. I'm pretty tired anyways." I whisper to Jude a bit too loud. "Yay! Thank you, mama!" She says, taking the remote from Jude and playing her show. "Baby, you can't give in." Jude begins a lecture. "Hey, don't tell me. You're the one who spoils her." I tell him. I'm supposed to be the strict parent, not him.

Jude put's his arm over my shoulders after the 76th episode of these stupid Australian dogs. I would go to bed, but this is the only family time we've had in weeks. I reach for my phone to check when bedtime will roll around. I let out a sigh as I realize tomorrow is a weekend, therefor she can sleep in. Jude senses my frustration and pulls me in deeper. Kiera's trance is broken when she looks over to see her parents at peace. She immediately stands up on the couch makes the strut towards us. She decides to sit right in between Jude and I, of course cuddling him and giving me her back. Jude and I's cuddle session was cut way too short.

My head moves from it’s comfortable position on the back of the couch to look at where the little snores are coming from. I see our little monkey finally asleep after 3 long hours of Australian dogs. I pat Jude's arm and he, in response, picks her up and starts walking towards the stairs. I clean up some of the cups, snacks, and toys left on the coffee table and quickly follow Jude's path. I close the baby gate at the top of the stairs Jude installed when Kiera starting crawling and head towards Keira's bedroom. I creak the door open to see Jude putting her into bed. He firmly tucks her into bed and places her pink bunny next to her. On his way out, he turns on her moon-shaped nightlight, as she's afraid of the dark, and shuts the door behind him.

Jude backs out of the room, still facing his daughter. He turns around and gets slightly startled by me standing directly behind him. "Fuck, baby. You scared me. I didn't know you were there." He says putting his hand on his own chest. "I'm sorry." I tell him, nuzzling myself into his chest. I haven't been able to feel Jude without another little lady jumping on him. Jude places his hand on the back of my head and pushes me further into him. "Let's get you to bed, pretty lady." He grabs my hand and leads me to our shared bedroom.

"Where are you going? You've already done all your bathroom shit." He tells me as I throw the blanket off myself. "Mama's going to go change into some PJs. She doesn't feel like being caught in a bra and panties when Keira decides to love bomb you tomorrow morning." Did I just say that? "Mama's gonna do what?" Jude makes fun of my use of 'mom language'. "See what this damn kid is doing to me?" I tell him, walking into our walk-in closet. I walk into my side of our closet. I open the drawer of 'sexy' underwear I have. it's basically has cobwebs on it. I pick out Jude's formerly favorite white set. I look at myself in the mirror, feeling better about myself than the last time I put it on.

Jude took me to a fancy hotel a few weeks after Keira was born to give me a break. I decided to bring along this set to 'impress' him. I was freshly postpartum, and I felt very insecure. I haven't put it on since then, but I've been working hard to get my prepartum body back. Obviously, I don't look the same as young, active, 20-year-old Y/N Jude met, but I would say I look pretty darn okay. I quickly slip on a silky robe, coming right under my arse. I tie it in a way where it cinches my waist and leaving the front open enough to give Jude a peak of his former bestie.

Jude is sat up on his side of the bed, book in hand. (Jude 110% does not read before but, but dad!jude does) I walk over to my side of the bed, taking an excessive amount of time in hopes that Jude will notice me. "Hey, baby? I was wondering if- Whoa." He says, taking his eyes away from his book. "Whoa?" I say, pretending to be clueless. Jude quickly puts his book on the side table and pushes the blanket off of his lap. He gets up and walks towards me. I open my arms for him to come into. He grabs my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. "You look amazing, love." He tells me, leaning in to kiss my neck. He starts licking and sucking on the sensitive spot behind my ear. "Jude..." I moan, throwing my head back. Jude leaves my neck and puts his hands right where my robe ends. He effortlessly lifts me up.

He goes back to kissing me as he walks us over to the bed. He places me in the middle of it. He undoes my robe and kisses me from my neck down to my stomach. He leaves a few bites and marks on my stomach. He works his way down to my panties and slowly takes them off. He starts to lick and suck on my clit. He slowly works his way up to using 3 fingers inside me. I'm moaning and whining with my hands in his hair. "Fuck, Jude. That feels so good!" I moan out, grabbing his hair even tighter. Normally, he would talk a lot during sex, but he's so focus on me and making me feel good that he can't be bothered to dirty talk.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that. Ride me like that. Taking me so well." He says, pushing my hips back and forth. He has my robe open up top, but tied up. I ended up getting too cold, but we were too eager to stop to change the temperature, so I put on the robe again. I have my hands on his chest, using him as leverage to keep me moving. I feel my legs give out, and Jude senses it. He grabs me and flips me onto the bed. He quickly gives me a passionate kiss and pulls out of me. "Turn over, baby. On your belly." He tells me. I quickly obey, too horny to resist. I get on my hands and knees. Jude pushes his dick back in and thrusts into me at an ungodly pace. The headboard is slamming against our wall, and I'm making some very loud and lewd noises. Jude reaches up to my head and grabs a handful of my long hair. He wraps it around his hand and uses it to pull my head back. He uses this to kiss my neck, leaving even more marks than before. He pulls me off my hands and makes me grab the headboard. He wraps his unused hand around my throat and squeezes lightly. "You like that, baby? Like the way I'm fucking you?" Jude grunts into my ear. "Yes, baby. Fuck, you fuck me so good!" I moan out. I can feel a knot start to go undone in my stomach. "Baby, I'm gonna-" I tell him, reaching back to put my hands in his hair. "I know, sweetie. Cum for me. Cum around me, my love." As I hear that, I quickly let my orgasm wash over me, Jude following close behind me, filling me up with his warm cum.

"That was amazing." He tells me, kissing my sweaty forehead. Jude had cleaned me and himself up and gotten us some very fancy champagne from our wine cellar. "I know. I'm glad we got some time alone, finally." I tell him, looking up to kiss his lips. It's been way too long since Jude and I got freaky. It's hard to find the time when you're raising the clingiest child of all time. Jude takes a sip of his sparkly drink and turns on the electronic fireplace. It's mainly ambience, but it's nice to have. He turns off the two nightlights and gets comfy. Him and I drink and talk the night away, until we both cave to our parental positions and fall asleep with a show in the background.

(Time skip)

I open my eyes to see a blurry world. I reach over to the side table where I fumble until I find my glasses. I put them on and turn to face my husband. Somewhere along the night, he turned off the T.V. and tucked us into bed, taking off my glasses and placing them on my side table. On the rare occasion where I get to see him, he looks so beautiful in the mornings. I snuggle into him and kiss his forehead. I nuzzle into him and close my eyes once again, enjoying the quite morning. No rush. No Keira. This is nice. I feel Jude stirring slightly. He knows I'm awake as I have my glasses on. He places a kiss on my lips as I kiss him back. "Good morning." I tell him, giddy as ever. It's like it's our first night together at his mum's place again. "Good morning, love." He says in his raspy morning voice. Him and I chat a little before hearing a door creak open. I look over Jude's shoulder to see Kiera standing there with her bunny in her hands, her hair wild as ever.

"Can I come in?" She asks, rubbing her eyes. I quickly but discreetly slip on my panties that were discarded the night before. "Of course, love." Jude says, opening his arms to his baby girl. He places her in the middle of us, and for once she chooses to cuddle me and not Jude. I accept her cuddles with open arms and pull her in closer. "I like this. It's soft." She tells me, rubbing over my robe. Jude lets out a laugh and kisses the back of her head. He slings his arm over the two of us and pulls us into him.

"Daddy? I have a question." She asks her father who has his head on the pillow and his eyes closed. He lets out a 'hmm?' while keeping his eyes closed. "Are you nice to mama?" Jude and and I are both shocked by the question. "Of course he is, baby. Why are you asking?" I ask her. "I heard some banging on the wall yesterday and you yelling." She tells us, now sitting up. Jude and I both mentally face palm. I look at him, expecting an answer just to see him looking at me the same way. "Sweety, mama and I were just playing. She's fine." Jude explains to her. "But you said that you shouldn't play in a way where people get hurt." She says crossing her arms, visibly upset with her daddy. "Baby, I wasn't hurt." I tell her, rubbing her arm. "Then, why were you yelling?" She asks. "Umm..." I look over to Jude for an answer once again, but he is looking around the room, playing dumb. Amazing. "You know how you start yelling when your daddy tickles you? Like that." I come up with an excuse. "Oh. Daddy tickled you for a long time then." Jude starts snickering and I simply nod. Keira nods, satisfied with the answer. Jude tells her to go use the toilet and brush her teeth. She gets up and marches out of the room.

"So, can I tickle you again?"

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[writingoddess1125]

Blip on the Radar pt. 4

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader + OOC Erik

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This last month had been a Rollercoaster for you, Simon finding you and so bluntly jumping into your life. He had told you he was taking extended leave, apparently his importance in the military was high enough he could just take as much time as he needed without having to worry.

Truth be told- You'd been taking advantage of finally having some help. Simon Seeming to appear at the drop of a dime and kidnap your son from you, allowing you to catch up on sleep or if he just wanted to sit and watch Bluey in your livingroom.

It was finally nice to experience a second set of hands to help with your son.

"Please Erik not today-" You almost sobbed, Erik screaming his head off as he clung to you once again. You didn't have time and you couldn't take him with you today, it was cold and flu season and you couldn't risk Erik getting sick- a toddler was difficult enough but a sick toddler was a nightmare.

Anthony standing there awkwardly once more as he watched with Pity as you tried to pry the child from your head.

"Um- do you want me to try and-" Anthony said as he reached a hand to see if he could help but Erik gave a noise that could only be described as a roar in clung to you harder as he screamed enough to make some pigeons near by fly off.

"No- it's fine I just..." You stood there trying to calm Erik down before a thought popped in her mind. Pulling out your phone quickly as you dialed you last hope.

"Hey Simon? Are you busy at the moment?-"

"Of course not, ill be right there"

In less then 15 minutes a black rental car pulled up and Simon stepped out. It was amazing how quickly he showed up let alone you'd sure you forgot to give him the address of the Daycare...

Simon's eyebrows raised as he saw Erik losing his shit and the Daycare worker looking awkward at his arrival. Stepping forward quickly and defensively he placed his hand on Erik's back, seeing his boy look quickly to see who was touching him before his sobs died down do more sniffles.

"Hey, Let's not turn your Mum into a climbing tool" He said softly, despite his natural gruff voice. Erik holding his other arm out to Simon and did a grabbing hand for the large man.

"Thank you so much for this" You sigh in relief as you hand Erik over to Simon who gladly took the sniffling boy which was now much calmer. Erik poking out his lower lip as he glared at the daycare center and clung to Simon's hoodie in a vice grip, Simon patting the boys back with his large hands.

"What happened?"

Simon asked, you could hear the hint of authority spilling out.

"He threw a fit when I tried to drop him off- I can't bring him with me today and-" As if to speak for you, your phone went off making you sigh and show the screen to Simon showing it was your work.

"It's fine, I've got it" He reassured, you smiling as you handed over the key to your apartment quickly and rushed to grab the car seat from your own car.

"Thank you again Simon, and Just crash at the house, I'll he back later okay? Oh and if you go out please put a mask on you and Erik, its cold and flu season and"

"I got it Doll, Youre gonna be late"

Simon waved to you as you took off to work, leaving both boys standing there as you rushed to not get fired. The solider patting his sons back carefully to calm him down still, Erik now wiping his little face from his fit.

Simon was a skilled man- he knew how to read people.. very well. As he stood there watching you drive away while he was infront of the daycare- Turing to the colorful building with a frown. Looking to the guy who was standing there and feeling Erik cling to him more-

'Hm-'

He thought, before stepping back to his car to load Erik in. He admittedly had to take a moment to get the car seat in order and get his son in. Before closing the door once Erik was in and meeting the gaze of Anthony who had drifted back to the building and disappeared inside.

Something to look into later it seemed..

The drive was luckily short and when Simon walked into your flat with Erik under his arm-

He was met with a messy apartment. Clearly showing a rush out the door and to get a clearly unwilling child ready. Simon sighed a bit as he set Erik down who did a little walk over to the TV were some overly colorful cartoon played- Simon letting him have the little TV time as he picked up the house.

'Least I can help out with-'

He thought to himself. Easily able to clean up the admittedly too small flat, mentally doing the math at how much room was in the space. Not enough for you and a growing child- Speaking of.

Simon turned his gaze back to his son, Who was infront of the TV still- However was now in only his shorts seemingly having stripped himself of a shirt and shoes.

"Only in ya Kecks?"

Simon mused, Picking up Erik who whined as the TV was shut off.

"Hush enough of the cartoons. Let's get something to snack on hm?"

Simon chimed softly, smiling at his kid who clapped his hands excitedly for a snack He looked at Erik, A saddness filling his heart a touch. Was this that hard? Loving a child? He thought back to his own childhood were he remembered the violence and anger- He flinched away from the memory quickly.

Plopping Erik in his high chair Simon took to looking around. Opening the cabinet to take a look at what he could feed the toddler.

A lot of junk food?

Crisp, sweets, chocolate, Noodles... (The pantries reminded him more of a Tesco then a house) He wanted to be irritated, however his rational thought took over. (Y/N) was a single mother, working a demanding job and bought what was both affordable and fast to make.

"If I'd know sooner..." He grumbled, glancing to the freezer and seeing the repeated pattern. This time with mainly chicken nuggets which seemed to peak Erik's interest immediately. But Simon decided that crisp would work for now and grabbed a small packet goldfish crackers and handed them to the toddler who opened them with gusto.

"Fuck sakes" Simon grumbled, watch the toddler eat the little cheese crackers with clumsy chunky fingers. Snagging one himself to munch on- Wasn't bad either.. Would be good with Beer..

"You look like Tommy.." Simon muttered, staring at his boy. The idea he actually had a son was still so new, he felt like he still couldn't believe it. Even sitting here watching this blonde child eat Goldfish like he hadn't eaten.

"It's weird... Never though I'd get a kid... but here you are, just wait ill get a pretty wife and a picket fence next- Or a Mini Van" He mumbled softly, Chuckling a little at the thought of himself in his tactical in a silver Minivan.

However his thoughts went back to Erik, watching him dust the goldfish and clearly still hungry it seemed. Simon glancing back at the pantries and fridge-

"Let's head to the Market-" He grumbled, picking up Erik in a quick swipe tossing the toddler under his arm like a bag which make the child laugh hysterically as he grabbed his keys and left.

"Gonna be some damn changes now that I'm here-"

Hours Later

"I'm home-!" You called out, expecting a dirty house and a screaming toddler. Erik was a fussy child and all the baby sitters you had hired had always complained that Erik was distrusting and very clear about his dislike for things.

You stood there shocked- The house was clean? There wasn't the putrid smell of Tyson chicken nuggets that would often perfume the house after using the microwave.

Instead it smelt like chicken and potatos? Walking into the kitchen you couldn't help but smile brightly.

There set out on the old glass plates you rarely used was a hefty meal, looking to be some sort of rotisserie chicken, roasted and mashed potatoes with an assortment of vegetables. As well as Erik in his high chair playing with a brand new toy which seemed to be holding his attention very well.

Simon turned to look at you, seeing how much your face lit up at the sight of the plates set out and smirked a little.

"You made dinner?"

"Yeah, Figured it would be nice to have a roast dinner" He admitted, setting down what you assumed was your plate as Simon had a smaller plate on the table of smaller chopped food which you assumed was for Erik in the other hand.

"I- I truly have no words. This is fantastic" You complement with a bright cheerful smile, Simon gesturing for you to sit which you gladly do as he sets the plate infront of you and does the same.

You honestly couldn't remember the last time you had such a nice meal, possibly when you went out for Christmas was Erik the year previously? Humming in delight as you ate.

Simon smiled as he took a bite of his own meal and switched Erik's toy with his plate of food which he began to eat with a smile.

Was he going to tell you that he bought the rotisserie chicken pre-cooked at the market?

No-

Was he going to say that he made most things from packet instructions?

Hell No.

Was everything coated in far too much gravy?

Yes.

Did he feel his chest squeeze at the sight of your face at seeing dinner made and your house clean?

Absolutely

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[smorbledingledoo]

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I use he/him pronouns and I'm trans😨 +pansexual 😈(I'm comin for yo kids😈😈/j)

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I used to do sh but I'm now 6 months clean 😌👍👍

I have really bad insomnia but my mum(a little fucking bitch that doesn't realise that I need to go to a mental hospital) refuses to do anything about it

I'm autism and adhd (I also show signs of bi-polar). I also have ptsd, dysphoria, anxiety and separation anxiety. I probably have more (I'm a little messed up in the head)

I have an ✨electric guitar ✨(I can't play even if it depended on my phone battery(haha get it, phone battery, because I wouldn't give a shit if I died) )

I listen to whatever sounds good Ig #im slay

I'm an artist, and I like to draw in a anime kinda style

Stuff I like to watch: heathers, bluey, B99, friends, Friday night dinner, mha, kny, spy x family, saiki, jjk, hilda, toh, percy Jackson, pokemon, marvel, dc, xmen, studio ghibli, ohshc, arcane, Rick and Morty, law and order, csi, heart stopper, dandadan, ranma1/2, mp100, romantic killer, all of us are dead, blue period, incoming, the black phone, tadc, hb, hh, doctor stone, David Attenborough, bubble, great pretender, hells paradise, kipo, centaur world, nimona, the last kids on earth, the hollow, bro getting dressed, grown ups, Adam Sandler movies, Paul, how to lose a guy in 10 days, dead pool, father of the year, suzume, crossroads, my happy marriage, delicious in dungeon, the rising of the shield hero, invader zim and one punch man. There are probably more but I can't be bothered.

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[marvelmaniac715]

I made my mother watch tv shows I like, here were her thoughts:

Doctor Who - we watched all of Modern Who, a season and a half of the First Doctor, the Second Doctor’s final serial and have moved on to the Third Doctor (I just couldn’t sit through anymore black and white tv 😅) safe to say she enjoyed it

Good Omens - this one was dicey since she’s Christian and I wasn’t sure what she’d think of the themes, but she liked it for the most part, vastly preferring Season One to Season Two (it was actually the first time I watched Good Omens but I knew about the twist at the end of Season Two… it was very hard to fake shock but my mum and sister weren’t at all interested in the heartbreak)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians - we watched the entirety of the show in a very short amount of time and are now two hours into the Lightning Thief audiobook, she loves it

Wandavision - this, along with Hawkeye, was the only Marvel show that I could convince my mum and sister to watch, and although she’s sat through a few Marvel movies with me I can sense that it is very much not her thing

The Goes Wrong Show - my entire family enjoys Mischief Theatre so she did enjoy it but won’t do repeated viewings because she thinks it’s less funny if you know what’ll happen (I very much disagree and have watched every episode many times)

Bluey - this show is what inspired me to make this post, she caught me playing a Bluey game on my phone (don’t judge me it’s a comforting show) and I convinced her to watch some episodes with me, we watched the first four episodes (up to Shadowlands) and she laughed approximately five times in total, it reminds her too much of Peppa Pig (my favourite show when I was little) and she winced whenever Bluey or Bingo laughed (she’s got a thing about kids making noise when playing outside) but I think she’ll watch more episodes with me

EDIT: For some reason I put the word ‘three’ in the title, no clue why, ignore me, I’m super tired 😭

[aokozaki]

Bluey is good for parents and kids, like there's a bit in the special length episode where Bluey gets to sit in the front seat. She asks Chilli please please please, and Chilli has to pull up the Australian Road Rules on her phone (checking the government website, presumably).

If the child's older than four, and all the other seats are taken, they can drive shotgun. Okay, it's allowed, mum lets Bluey sit in the front.

It's both a kinda cute gag of having to double check, and also really useful for parents. Not just for telling them the information, but giving them a good example to shoot back to kids: No no, you remember the Bluey episode, it's only allowed if you've above four and all the other seats are taken.

[danisbrainrot]

Hi I was wondering if you can please do one with Johanna having a crush on her neighbour who's a single mom, nurse, ones she asks Johanna to baby-sit her kid cuz she get en emergency shift Johanna say yes, and how they become friends and how Johanna get the corrige to tell reader her feelings, and then them just being lovey dovey

Reader's kid is a mischievous, witty kid and maybe around 4 yo

a/n: I always find it hilarious when people say modern au about the hunger games to mean the au is happening now, so I used present time instead because I feel that's more accurate. sorry if that's not what you meant, anon, if you wanted it set in the hunger games timeline I'll totally write something similar.

present time! au. johanna x female!reader

you sighed in relief as you heard the knock on the door. grabbing your keys and a water bottle, you flung the door open and wrapped your arms around johanna. "thank you, thank you, thank you so much. you're a lifesaver, honestly," you praised, squeezing her tightly.

"anytime," johanna promised, mourning when you finally pulled away from her. a small body made its way in between the two of you, clinging to your leg desperately.

your toddler pouted up at you, causing your heart to melt. you crouched to their level, tucking a strand of hair behind their ear and kissing their cheek. "I know, I'm so sorry, bubba. but mummy's gotta work," you coo. "johanna's here though. she'll have so much fun with you, I promise."

the little girl shook her head, not letting go until johanna teasingly sighed. "well, if you don't let your mum go, I guess I have to take my barbie's home," johanna held the desired toys up on display for the four year old.

"ok, bye mummy," she said quickly, almost pushing you out the door. you laughed, shaking you heard in amusement as you heard the door slam shut.

johanna found herself exhausted by the end of the night. she'd played barbie dolls with the toddler for a good twenty minutes, before your kid decided she was bored and wanted to do something else. they'd raided your closet for something to dress up in, then tried to bake a cake (which turned into a disaster once they realised neither of them could cook). finally they'd watched frozen together, as your daughter sang along to all the songs—johanna couldn't imagine how the young girl wasn't sick of this movie yet, considering this was her third watch and she already wanted to bash the tv against the wall. she'd didn't know how you were so patient.

it wasn't until late at night when your kid finally fell asleep. she snuggled into johanna's side, watching as bluey got up to some wacky adventure. johanna couldn't be more delighted to turn the tv off, finding her head leaning against the little one's, and her eyes fluttering shut.

the sound of keys in the door and you dragging yourself through the house woke johanna up. she groaned, checking her phone to see the time was five in the morning. she got up, replacing her body with a pillow for the kid to sleep on, and walked to the kitchen.

you were scourging the fridge for something to eat, before sighing and pulling out last night's leftovers. you put it in the microwave, watching in a trance like state as the container slowly turned around.

"how was your shift?" you almost jumped out of your skin at the question; you hadn't expected anyone to be awake.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" you ask, forgetting your food and moving to hug johanna. she just shook her head, squeezing you tightly. "it was shit. two car crashes and an outbreak of cholera in some workplace. we're so understaffed and they're stretching us thin—sorry, I should ask how you went. was she a good girl?"

"she was a sweetheart," johanna promises, finally pulling away from you. you sigh in relief, nodding as the annoying beep of the microwave interrupting your conversation. you sit at the table, scoffing down your dinner when johanna sits besides you and places a hand on yours. "I need to tell you something."

your eyes widen, wondering if something had happened while she was babysitting as you drop the fork in a panic. "is something wrong? did something happen to—"

"no, nothing is wrong. I just. . ." johanna sighes, rubbing her brows gently before looking up at you again, "I love you. I love the way you look after everyone, how you're always so kind—even when they definitely don't deserve it—and most importantly, I love your kid," you're taken aback at the confession.

johanna can feel her heart pounding as she waits for a response, but you're stunned into silence. you blink suddenly, trying to comprehend what she was saying, before parting your lips. "johanna. . . I—i don't know what to say," you reply honestly.

"you don't have to," she mumbles, getting up and walking away to conceal the blood running to her cheeks, scarlet with embarrassment. she knew it was a risk to confess her feelings—she knew there was a big chance they wouldn't be reciprocated—but still, she wore her heart on her sleeve.

you got up and grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "johanna, wait," you whisper, coming face to face with her. you stare deeply into her eyes, trying to detect any hesitation or concern. when you see only her loving gaze, you lean forward and smash your lips onto hers. "I love you too," you mumble against her lips, before kissing her passionately again.

"is johanna gonna be my new mummy?" you both pull apart in shock, watching as your four year old wiped the sleep from her eyes.

you laugh, facing johanna and wiggling your eyebrows, before turning to face your daughter again. you crouch down to her level, pulling her in close and squeezing her tightly. "she sure is, baby," you whisper into her neck, as johanna crouches down beside you, embracing both you and your daughter.

[themarginalthinker]

this drabble of the band au is called 'ear worm'

(Laddie has a favorite show. Can you guess what it is?)

(For @spidercookie18 ! This is set in the band au! It's 2021, covid never happened, and the Boys are preforming. Dwayne sets Laddie up with some distractions, and may accidentally distract everyone else as well. In this au, Laddie is Dwayne's biological child, Star being the surrogate mom for them.)

-

"Okay, all strapped in?"

"Yeah!"

Laddie kicks his feet up, tugging at the strap of the booster seat that he sat on as Dwayne loaded in the last dufflebag. They were going to be staying a couple days, and needed more than a change of clothing. A lot more.

Dwayne goes over his mental list again, for what feels like the hundredth time. Clothing, spare clothing, for the both of them, Laddie's books, Dwayne's work laptop, spare kit for the drums just to be safe, snack bag, phone, keys-

"Can I have the tablet?" Laddie asks.

Dwayne looks up, and then nods. As much as he did just finish packing them, he admits that this is a worthy investment. It was going to be a bit of a drive after all, and Laddie had recently started getting carsick while reading. Oh, shit, did he pack the Dramamine and Tylenol? He was pretty sure he did, but maybe not, and better safe than sorry...

Dwayne finds his prize in the bottom (he never did learn how to pack a bag that well...) of his clothing bag. Full charge, ready to go. He navigates to the movies saved to it, and hands it to Laddie.

"All good?"

"Yes!"

"Alright."

Dwayne steps back, making one final check of everything in his head, and then closes the door, walking around to the driver's side. He gets in, starts it up, and gets this show on the road.

-

It's a good set. A really good set. Everyone had been on point tonight - from the roadies to the Band, the show had gone off without a hitch. Th crowd had been big - basically a sold out show - but not unmanageable. Dwayne almost finds it suspicious. A little stage superstition, likely.

They clear off, Dwayne flexing his hands as he does, tucking away his sticks into his back pocket. Dwayne navigates the back halls of the stage, passing people walking around who made the show work. Honestly, Dwayne often says, he just plays music. It's everyone else who does the hard work.

The greenroom is a small series of connected rooms, and the guys were already back there, hanging out, dressing down. Dwayne himself reaches into his mouth, feeling the plastic prosthetics. (Even after ten years with them, he still didn't know how David managed the permanent fang inserts...)

He comes to the room marked for The Lost Boys, and pushes open the door.

The first thing he sees is. Well. The Boys. David, Paul, and Marko. They'd all left the stage at the same time, But Dwayne had stopped to talk to one of the roadies about something.

The three of them are all clustered around a couch, where Laddie sat. There were scattered books and colored pencils and other such entertainment for a child, but he had his tablet back out. Marko was leaning on the arm of the couch, David and Paul over the back, looking rather...focused. The lot of them were only half out of their costumes.

Then Dwayne hears it.

"Mum!"

Laddie kicks his feet in time with the beat.

"Dad!"

A jaunty tune plays.

"Bingo!"

Dwayne steps forward, and looks down at the tablet screen.

"Bluey!"

"Bluey!"

Dwayne actually raises an eyebrow at Paul, who had actually mumbled the titular character's name along with the show.

"Where the hell did you find this, man?" Marko says, jabbing a thumb at the show.

Dwayne shrugs. "He got sick one day, and this seemed like something good to zone out to while resting. It's a favorite."

"This is a really fu- uh. Freakin' catchy show, dude," Paul agrees.

Dwayne smirks, and starts to walk away, prepared to change, and get Laddie back to the hotel hopefully before it got too late.

"Your funeral."

David looks up. "What?"

Dwayne reaches up to tap his temple. "Once it's in there, it doesn't leave."

Marko rolls his eyes, standing up properly now that the moment had been broken, apparently. "It's a kid's show. We used to make fun of Barney growing up."

The night moves on, and the band closes out their night. They get invited out for an aftershow, but Dwayne declines. He's carrying Laddie through the halls and into bed, settling in with him. Another successful night in a life he never thought possible.

-

"Buh buh buh...mm, mm, mmm- uh. Shit."

"I told you. It gets in there, man."

"Shut up, Dwayne."

[uncaaj]

Fanfic: Double Babysitter (from Frisky and Rad's POV) (Bluey)

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A vibrating sound turned Chilli Heeler away from her book and to her night stand. She grabbed her phone and tapped the new notification. Her ears drooped upon reading the distraught text from her friend Frisky. “Oh no…”

Her husband Bandit exited the bathroom, wiping his snout and slinging the hand towel over his shoulder. “So where do you wanna go for date night, babe?”

Chill shook her head and motioned her big blue toward the bed. “Bandit, Frisky broke up with Bosco.”

“What?” Bandit laid down next to her and skimmed through the ongoing conversation Frisky was sending pictures of. “I thought he was the one. He seemed like a stand-up guy.”

“Frisky thought so too. Apparently he was chatting up another girl at a barbecue last week who then told Frisky about it.” 

“Ooh, bummer,” Bandit winced before shrugging. “Well, good riddance, I say. She’ll do fine without him.” He kissed Chilli and settled into his pillow.

Chilli set her phone where it was and nestled closer to her husband. “Eventually,” she said, wrapping an arm around Bandit. “I wanna help her, though.”

“Maybe babysitting the kids will cheer her up?” Bandit suggested.

“Didn’t your brother say he wanted to babysit this time?” asked Chilli.

“Oh, right, forgot. The kids love their uncle Rad.”

“Yeah, they do,” Chilli concurred. “He’s kind, strong, if a bit scatterbrained.”

“A lot scatterbrained,” Bandit corrected, and the pair laughed. “Don’t forget his propensity for jumping into pools.”

“But you’re all like that,” said Chilli, nudging Bandit with her elbow.

“Ha! I suppose. Yup, he’s a catch. Small wonder he hasn’t been snapped up yet.”

The pair let the warm night air and fluttering fruit bats outside start to lull them to sleep. Bandit rolled over to face Chilli and met wide eyes with a hint of mischief. 

“Uh, babe?” he said, sitting up. “You’re making the ‘I have a plan’ eyes again.”

Chilli hesitated, but couldn’t help herself. “Okay, it’s crazy,” she said in a low voice, “But I may have a plan, and it’s called-“

+++

CHILLI: “This episode of Bandit is called ‘Double Babysitter.’”

+++

“Five min away,” read the latest text from Radley. Bandit locked his phone and grabbed the expensive cologne from the bathroom cabinet. “Are you sure this’ll work, babe?” he asked, spraying it on his neck fur.

“You never really know,” said Chilli, brushing her hair, “but my intuition’s never steered me wrong before.”

“I feel like I’m playing puppets with dolls I shouldn’t be playing with.”

“It’ll be fine, big fella.” Chilli placed her hands on his shoulders. “She was telling me last night she’d never try again. I want her to bounce back strong, okay?”

Bandit sighed. “Fair enough.”

“Plus there’s Lamingtons in it for you at the restaurant,” Chilli cooed, booping Bandit’s nose.

Bandit sniffed. “Well, you could’ve started with that!”

“Started with what?” asked Bluey.

The pair of Heelers looked down and there were their kids, as if by magic. They had a knack for it.

“Why does Dad smell funny?” asked Bingo.

“I knew it still worked.” said Bandit, making lovey-dovey eyes as Chilli rolled hers. Bandit knelt down to their level. “Me and your mum are going on a date, remember?”

“And your uncle Rad is on his way to babysit,” said Chilli.

Bluey slumped. “Oh yeah.”

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Bandit encouraged. “You’ll have lots of fun.”

“I love uncle Rad!” said Bingo, her tail wagging. “He’s kind and funny.” 

A screeching sounded outside startling everyone. A hollow plastic thump followed. They ran to the balcony, searching for the disturbance.

“Don’t worry, Chilli!” called Wendy Chow-Chow, who was lounging in her front yard. “Bandit, your brother’s here! And I’d see to your wheelie bins before the bin chickens do.”

“If a little reckless…” Chilli sighed.

Bandit felt a buzz on his hip and took out his phone. “Yeah, he’s here.”

Chilli waved. “Thanks, Wendy!”

+++

Radley Heeler twirled his keys in his hand and strolled up to the porch. He opened the door and peered inside. Not a soul was there to greet him, which gave him a funny idea. He snuck inside, carefully shutting the door behind him and tiptoed to the red armchair, pulling it out just enough so he could hide behind it. 

Just as he settled in, his niece bounded down the stairs, cheering, “Uncle Rad’s here!” She threw the door open and met with an empty porch. “Hi, uncle Ra…where is he?”

Radley pounced on the little orange Heeler and hoisted her up into his arms as she squealed and giggled. “How ya doin’, Bluey?” he greeted.

“I’m Bingo!” said the pup.

Did he misremember? He was certain the blue one was Bingo and the orange one was Bluey. Radley held out the pup by her leg. “Really?”

“Yeah, that’s Bluey!” she laughed, pointing toward the inside. Sure enough, there was Bandit, Chilli and Bluey walking into view.

“Ah, yeah, ‘cause he’s blue,” Radley nodded.

Bluey stomped her foot. “I’m a girl!”

“Oh, yeah, I knew that.” Well, he did it again. Best to just go with it.

“Are you putting us to bed tonight, uncle Rad?” Bingo asked.

Radley gave a thumbs-up. “You bet.”

“Hooray!”

Bluey looked away. “Not hooray.”

Chilli smiled tenderly as Radley put Bingo upright on the floor. “Bluey isn’t sure about babysitter putdowns, uncle Rad.”

“Don’t worry, Bluey,” said Radley, kneeling down. “Who better to do a babysitter putdown than your uncle Rad?”

“Hello!” came a different voice.

“Frisky!” cheered the kids, as they ran and tackled an English Cocker Spaniel with a bag slung over her shoulder.

“Frisky, this is uncle Rad,” Bingo introduced.

Radley was flabbergasted. She was beautiful, and her coat gleamed in the rising moonlight outside. “Hi,” he said.

Frisky smiled. “Hi.”

“Frisky, have you met Bandit’s brother Radley before?” Chilli asked, snapping Radley out of his trance.

“Uh, yeah,” she said hesitantly. “Didn’t you fall in the pool at the wedding?”

Radley shrugged. “Probably.”

“Frisky is Bluey’s fairy godmother,” said Bingo.

“Sorry, Frisky,” said Chilli, “Uncle Rad got in touch last minute and said he’d babysit. You must’ve got my message.”

“Oh.” Frisky dug her phone from her bag and scrolled through her messages. “No, I didn’t get it.” She put it back and stepped toward the door. “That’s fine. Um…I’ll just go.”

Bluey and Bingo took hold of both her arms, stopping her in her tracks. “No! Don’t go!” Bingo howled. “Both babysit!”

“Oh, well a-as long as it’s okay with uncle Rad,” said Frisky.

Radley heard himself say, “Fine by me.”

“Hooray!”

+++

The Heelers saw everyone wave at them from the front yard, and they waved back as they peeled out of their driveway and toward downtown Brisbane. 

As they reached the bottom of the hill they called home, Chilli said, “You gotta talk to Rad about his parking.”

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed. “Can we talk about your performance back there for starters?”

“I told you it would go well.”

“Sure did. I couldn’t believe how well that went.” The buildings grew taller and taller, and the lights brighter and more colorful as they passed behind them. Bandit swallowed a knot in his stomach. “This still all feels funny to me. You didn’t tell Frisky Rad was coming over, did you?”

“Yeah, I didn’t,” said Chilli. “Luckily, the hard part’s over. My work is done.”

“Yeah, maybe I’m worrying for nothin’. All you did was bring them together. Whether or not Rad or Frisky takes a chance is up to them.”

“I hope Frisky takes that chance. She can’t another breakup get in her way.”

Driving into a parking garage a block from their restaurant, Bandit looked around for a spot. “Honestly, I’m more worried for Rad,” he said, pulling into a spot nearby. “Sometimes the only hint he can take is the answer itself, if you get me.”

+++

“Why don’t you have a wife?” Bluey asked.

“Whoa!” This was the last first question Radley expected for their game of 20 Questions. “W-well, how do you know I don’t?”

“Do you have a wife?”

Radley looked down. “Well…no.”

“So why don’t you have a wife?”

It took everything in Radley to not tell Bluey the same thing he always told her Nana when she asked about his love life- 'I’m married to my job.’ “Uhhhhh, her turn!” he said, pointing to Frisky.

“How many friends have you got?” asked Bingo.

“Um…three?” Frisky answered. There was Chilli, her flatmate Cookie, Rollo Dachshund…

“That’s not many,” said Bingo.

“Why have you only got three friends?” asked Bluey.

When they put it like that, Frisky lost all her words. “Well, um…back to him!”

The kids turned back to Radley. “Why do we only see you at Christmas?” Bluey asked.

“‘Cause I work on an oil rig.”

“Is that why you don’t have a wife?”

“Oh! …maybe.” Gone every two weeks with meathead technicians and engineers who worked hard to ensure all systems were go, who went into crisis mode at the drop of a meter, and whose last thoughts were looking for romance amid the oil, heat, and back-breaking work? More like “definitely.”

+++

Bandit pat his belly as the Heelers exited the restaurant. “I ate so much, I feel like I’ve got a food baby in there.”

“You’re hilarious,” Chilli scoffed. “It was good, though, wasn’t it?”

“Sure was.” The nightlife in Brisbane drew the throngs of people in many directions, and one in particular caught Bandit’s eye. “How about some jazz?”

“One second,” said Chilli, stopping and retrieving her phone. “I’ll just call Frisky about the kids.”

The speeddial rang in her ear, and Frisky answered after a few seconds. “Hi, Chilli-dog,” she said in a quiet voice.

“How ya going, Frisk?”

“All good, kids are in bed. I’m just looking out on their balcony. It’s a beautiful night.”

Time for the big question. “How’s Rad?”

“Well, he’s…something. The kids love him.” Frisky fell silent after that.

“That’s it?” Chilli asked.

“Don’t worry about me,” Frisky reassured. “I know I can’t let this get me down on love, and I really appreciate you having me to watch your kids. But…I dunno. I’ll see you later.”

+++

Frisky hung up and slid her phone off to the side, returning her gaze to the shining stars above. As they twinkled, she imagined each one having a match for itself while she felt like the one with bits taken off from being separated so violently time and time again. Sooner or later she’d have no good bits left to latch onto, would she?

She heard creaking in the floor and blinked. She hadn’t even noticed how moist her eyes were. Radley was suddenly there, easing himself down next to her, his luscious orange mop top only slightly disturbed by the warm, gentle breeze. They stared at the night sky for what seemed like ages, content at first by only each other’s presence.

“So almond milk shampoo, eh?” said Frisky.

“‘Scuse me?” said Radley.

“Come on! Even without the ’20 Questions,’ a bloke like you couldn’t get his hair that plump without it.”

Radley chuckled as Frisky ruffled his fur. “I reckon not. My stylist Penny turned me onto a brand called Orchard Tree, and it’s been a game-changer. It’s the only shampoo I like.”

“The shampoo is great, but the conditioner? I don’t rate the conditioner.”

“Yeah, me neither. But you know, you can’t go around with open follicles.”

“Not a chance.” Frisky thought she heard covers ruffling behind her but when the rustling stopped, peace set in once more and she put it out of mind. “We have more alike than I first thought.”

“Yeah, the world’s kinda funny for putting two hopeless romantics down on their luck who use the same shampoo in the same place at the same time.”

The two laughed as quietly as they could and laid down on the deck. A kookaburra’s distinct call could be heard off in the distance. Whether it was a strange coincidence, or in some way the world was looking after Radley, he knew he couldn’t end this night without getting closer to Frisky. And that meant addressing something else nagging on his mind since the games they played earlier.

“I’m sorry, by the way.” he said gently.

“About what?” Frisky asked.

“You and this Bosco bloke.”

Frisky sat up and pulled her knees in close. “H-how do you know about that?”

Radley returned upright and faced Frisky. “I’ll admit I’m aloof but I’m not dense. That story we told the girls earlier wasn’t entirely made up, was it?”

Frisky sighed. “No. It wasn’t,” she said almost in a whisper, body slumping. “I don’t understand. Every time I think I’ve found the one, he winds up pulling a stunt like that, or I’m just left hanging like old washing.” She tried to keep her composure but felt her voice breaking with every word as the pain of Bosco’s cheating manifested itself again. “I…don’t know how many more times I can ‘give it another go’ before I run out of ‘gos’ to ‘give,’ you know?”

Radley scooted closer and put an arm around her shoulder. “I hear ya. I wish I could say I’ve been down as much as you, but…I haven’t.”

Frisky raised an eyebrow as him. “What? A model dog like you?”

“Yeah, can you believe it?” Radley joked, flexing his free bicep, before returning his gaze to the stars. “I dunno. I suppose it feels like I’m a puzzle, and I’ve got a piece missing in me, and I’ve been trying different things to fill the hole, but nothing’s felt like the right fit. But goodness knows I can’t think about that keepin’ an oil rig running.”

Frisky could sense the loneliness in his voice. “I guess not,” she said. A shooting star whizzed across the expanse before fluttering into darkness. It traveled along no matter where it was in the sky or how far it had left to go. Frisky willed that star to go as far as it needed to reach its destiny, and prayed for some of the same courage to be passed onto her.

“But,” said Radley, drawing her attention back to him, “if you’ve got one more ‘go’ to ‘give,’ in ya, I’m sure someday I can find my missing piece.” He locked eyes with her, forever reflected in his irises. “May even be closer than I think.”

She smiled back and patted him on his shoulder, feeling hard muscles under his pillowy fur. “We’ll see, Heeler. We’ll see.”

+++

“We’ll see” turned into a phone number exchange before Bandit and Chilli returned home, which turned into a few dates, which turned into a Christmas trip to Bali, which turned into a wedding in the Heelers’ backyard. For Frisky, this was the ‘go’ that went the distance and Radley finally found his missing piece. Even if she almost let him go due to him wanting her to move west with him, he affirmed that nothing would be more important than his family, the ones he already had and the one he was gaining.

After dinner, Chilli and Frisky were on the front porch laughing about memories when Frisky said, “You know what’s funny? I made a bet with Trix years ago about me getting hitched with a guy you introduced to me.”

“Oh, really?” Chilli asked hesitantly. “Well, you know Trix. She’s got bets with everyone.”

“Yeah,” she said, crossing her arms, “and she’s collecting tonight.”

Chilli startled, nearly spilling her drink. “Wha- You think I-?

“I’ve know you how long, Chilli?” said Frisky, “‘Double Babysitter,’ indeed.”

“I did not!” Chilli denied as Frisky rolled her eyes.

Bluey bounded in and plopped herself between them. “Frisky, you’re having a happy ending!”

“Well, we’ll see, won’t we, Bluey?” Frisky responded. But in her heart, she was sure. This princess had finally found her prince. Her true love.

[buggybambi]

Serious question: do we think teacher!reader would put on Bluey for the Bear staff during slow days?

oh absolutely. i think if its a day where everyone is fighting she buys one of those projectors where you can insert your phone yk?? and she'll play episodes of bluey for them, like you know the ones where bluey gets frusturated and her mum or dad like talk to her about patience or whatever?? yeah those.

after it ends she just walks to the front of the projector, bent down to where they're all sat on the floor, watching as most of them have tears in their eyes from how emotional the show made them lmao, shes just "so, what have we learned?"

[blurban-form]

Some “Rules of the Road” in Queensland

In “The Sign”, Chilli talks her way out of a possible ticket by having the police dog review the traffic laws relating to if it’s ok for children to sit in the front seat of a car. Bluey is ok because she’s old enough and all of the back seats are in use. The police dog was unfamiliar with this rule.

Mum had checked this before setting out on the trip, so she knew she was in the clear.

I’d actually been putting together a post on little specific road rules prior to “The Sign”. Here are a few more rules to keep in mind.

Your car window can’t be rolled down more than five centimetres (two inches) when parked.

Tooting your horn, like how Bucky did it in “The Sign” is illegal throughout Australia.

Riding a bike “no hands” is illegal Australia-wide.

You can’t pay-by-phone in a drive-through (unless you put your car in park and turn off the ignition.)

Putting your arm out the window to wave goodbye is illegal; five people were fined in 2017-18 for travelling in a motor vehicle with a body part outside of a window or door.

[chickensarentcheap]

🌹🌹🌹🌹

Please and thank you!

Thank you!! :D

“She’s a chip off the old block, I see.  The apple truly doesn’t fall far from the tree.  So what’s this I hear? About this Tyler bloke being your mum’s new boyfriend?  What do you think of him? You like  him?”

“I love him! He’s nice to momma. And to be. We have lots of fun together.  He takes me swimming and let’s me watch Coco Melon and Bluey on his phone and he put games on there for me. And he takes me for pancakes!”

“That’s quite the five star review.”

“And he protected me from the bad guys.  When they tried to get to us today. He made sure that I was safe and sound and didn’t get hurt AT ALL.  He did though; ‘cause he lied on top of me and kept me under him so nothing could get me.”

******

@tragiclyhip @munstysmind @secretaryunpaid @mrsmungus @timbradfordsboot @youflickedtooharddamnit @kmc1989 @karimac @residentdormouse @asirensrage @ninjasawakenedmystar @themaradwrites

[themeixhuang]

☎️ + santiago

What My Muse Has For Your Muse’s Contact Info:

- yago

What Their Ringtone Is:

- the basic iphone one because she doesn't really do special tones

The Last Text They Sent Your Muse:

- Did Luna leave her Bluey stuffy in your office?

- She's losing her damn mind and is only consoled with the idea that she's on a quick trip seeing mum and dad

What Image My Muse Has For Your Muse In Their Phone:

@santiagodeleons

[lmskitty]

I think stuff like this is difficult because like where do you draw the line? We play with the bub all the time and constantly make little games but I also put Bluey on my phone to watch with her when we're on a long train journey or waiting for our food in a restaurant because I know she wants to run around and is upset that she cant and she isn't at that developmental stage yet where you can explain that to her yet (though I do try) we bring toys with us and a busy book (which I super recommend to other parents) but sometimes they're gonna tantrum because they want to run around and you're in a space where it's not safe for them to do that.

There's really interesting research that shows the positive effects shows like Bluey, Sesame Street and creators like Miss Rachel have though especially for speech delay but I think the key thing is the interaction. Like if the bub watches Miss Rachel I'm watching it with her and doing the sign language with her, she's not just mindlessly scrolling which I guess is the iPad Kid definition.

Idk man being a parent is tough, you don't get a break. If that mum is sticking cocomelon on for her kid so she can have a coffee with her friend and an actual adult conversation for once for like 30 mins out of a day when unbeknownst to you viewing this scene she's been playing with her kid and interacting etc the rest of the time is she really a bad parent? My parents let us watch the same VHS tapes over and over again and I don't think that fucked us up, I think their actual parenting which involved no screens did that.

Parents get sooooooo mad when anyone even remotely implies that if we know it negatively impacts adults then it’s probably quite detrimental to the health and development of a young mind to stick an iPad in front of a child any time they show signs of Behaviors. “Are you calling me a bad parent?” Yeah. I am.

[nonbinary-weirdo]

They never really gave any context of what was wrong with Bluey

I mean I get it cuz I get like that too but mostly because people were either annoying me, I didn't sleep much or was just drained from grocery shopping for my mum and just want to go on my kindle/phone and do nothing else.

But this episode still doesn't give us any indication of why she acted so....bleh here.

[madam-wakefield]

Distance

A little something I’ve written for the @berenaadvent day 10 prompt “distance”

Taken me a while to get something out for this prompt and I'm still not sure I'm totally happy with it.

Read on A03

Distance has never bothered Bernie. When she was younger, she was used to her father being away, with the army distanced from the family on important occasions by deployment. She herself had chosen to distance herself from her family when she’d gone to medical school. Had already agreed to sign up to the RAMC when she graduated and had wanted to get away for two reasons. The first was that she’d wanted to make a name for herself that wasn’t built upon the reputation of her father. The second was that Sandhurst wasn’t exactly down the road, and at least if she got used to the distance in more comfortable surroundings, she’d be used to it by the time she was ready to train as an officer.

Distancing herself from Marcus has always been easy, it shouldn’t have been, and she felt guilty in one way, but not in the way she should. She felt guilty that she preferred to be able to distance herself from him, when she was asked to move across the country to work at a different military hospital and he couldn’t follow her due to his own work commitments, so instead she’d gone alone, and they’d spent their first two years as a married couple sharing the occasional weekend and holidays together.

It had been harder once Charlotte and Cameron were born; she’d never planned on having kids. She’d known long enough that she had feelings for women, and well she’d known well enough that children weren’t exactly an option in that situation. But when they’d been born, she’d been glad that at least that base was near home. Then suddenly she’d been asked to deploy in the Gulf War when Charlotte had been three and Cameron had been one. Leaving had been hard, both the children had cried as she’d kissed them on the head. But once she’d arrived and had a job to do, she didn’t have time to think about the distance.

It had become the norm after that, the initial leaving was always hard, well leaving the children anyway, never Marcus. But as time went on the deployments got more dangerous and she had even less time to think about the children, the odd bluey shared backwards and forwards of the only thing that reminded her of the distance between them. The children found the distance harder, especially Charlotte during her teenage years, growing up with a usually absent mum had definitely taken its toll.

It isn’t until she met Serena that distance felt harder, Serena is naturally a very tactile person, and at first Bernie found that hard but slowly she had gotten used to it. Learnt to accept the small touches at the nurses’ station or as they’d look over patient paperwork. When she’d ran to Kiev the distance for the first time ever had felt like a chasm. Couldn’t bring herself to respond to Serena’s emails or texts because she’d known it would have made the distance seem even worse.

Then she’d come home, and Serena had distanced herself from her and for most of that day she’d thought she’d ruined everything. Until Jason has locked them in the office and then distance was the last thing either of them had wanted. Bernie has grown to love the closeness since then. All the simple things holding hands, cuddling up on the sofa together after a long shift, and of course the more intimate side of their relationship too.

So right now, Bernie is sulking because it’s two weeks before Christmas, the third they are spending together, and Serena isn’t here. Hanssen has sent her away to some stupid medical conference and she’s sat on the sofa alone after a totally awful shift wishing for nothing more than Serena to hold her in her arms, to remind her that it isn’t all her fault and that hopefully tomorrow will be better. But for the next two days she is going to have to pull up her big girl pants and deal with the distance through texts and phone calls, secure in the knowledge that once Serena is home, she’ll remind her that the distance was just temporary. That any distance they ever have to put between them is just temporary because what they have together is forever.