#WHICH I AM

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Breakfast

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: It was finally the weekend, which meant rest for you. Not so much for George, but that wasn’t an issue. He loved his job. Regardless, early mornings can be lonely. Luckily, he always does open the store later in the day. So today, you THREE get to spend time together. You, Georgie, and little Freddy

((Btw yes I’m using ASL instead of BSL. It’s easier to get accurate with research, and it can help teach more people to!))

“WHOOPSIE-!” Certainly a concerning word, in any house hold. Was what made you wake up. You didn’t want to, but oh well. The sacrifices every parent makes. George wasn’t in bed with you anyway. No fun being in bed, with out someone to cuddle.

You would pull yourself out of bed, while steal your husbands sleep robe, and proceed to try and figure out why your son was going Whoopsies. Because if he’s saying that, something’s probably on fire. Or exploded. Or currently trying to climb itself out of a trunk.

“Hey, accidents happen. Don’t worry. Here, I’ll clean it up-“ That sweet voice would comfort, as you entered the kitchen. The smell of breakfast heavy in the air, and the windows open to the early morning noise.

What a sight it was. Seeing your handsome husband. That ginger hair all a mess in the early morning. Plaided pants, with hand me down shirt that was somehow surviving from either spite or love. (You bet it’s a mixture of both, with those Weasleys)

Little Freddy himself was in a bright purple pajama set. With the cutest little designs all over it. Just like his uncle, he just adored purple like no other. Like hell you wouldn’t let him enjoy such a color.

Your husband would wave his wand, and repare the broken plate on the ground. Nothing magic couldn’t fix. Seems like the two of them were making breakfast together. George teaching little junior how to cook, and clean. Made your smile, as you leaned on the door frame.

“See? No harm no fowl. You did the right thing, though. The plate was hot, and you let go before it could hurt you.” He would encourage, as to make sure little Freddy knew that everything was alright. Gentle, calm, and soothing. No need for yelling, after all.

“Can you sign Hot-?” He would ask Freddy, as he quickly nodded. His tiny hand would make a claw shape towards him mouth, before turning it away. As if eating an apple, and placing it down.

“That’s right-! Good job-!” George would cheer, as he yanked his son into his arms. Got him to giggle, as he was attacked in kisses. Such a proud father. You swore you might cry. George just adored his son to no end. It reminded you of the many, many, reasons you fell for him.

“Well now, look who’s awake-!” George would smile at you, before your son made grabby hands at you. That was your que, and you happily took it.

You would steal your bouncing baby boy, and pepper him in kisses all the same. A good distraction for George to make the plates for breakfast. Just laughter, and the sizzle of food.

“What has my little trouble maker been doing this morning?” You asked your son, as he gave a big smile. One that echoed the likes of his father. Helped that the ginger curls were over those chubby freckled cheeks.

“Daddy and I made breakfasts together! And he’s teaching me how to sign stuff that means breakfast!” Freddy would giggle, as you gave a wide eyed expression of curiosity. A means to encourage such behavior.

“He’s gotten so good at it. He’s gonna be better the me even. And I’m the deaf guy-!” George would snort, as you rolled your eyes at him.

Did have a point though. Being raised to learn sign language is alot different than having to learn it later in life. Luckily, though, George is far smarter than people give him credit for. Just look at the empire he made. Even with Fred’s help, it’s no easy task.

“We made waffles, and pancakes, and and-“ Freddy would babble on, and you listened to each little word. Cherishing it all, as you helped him sit at the table. Making sure he was secure in his seat, before sitting next to him. With George on the other side of him. Your shared bundle of joy, between his parents.

“You did a good job. It all looks so yummy.” You praised, as you gave his chubby cheek a kiss. Had him giggle, before he grabbed his sippy cup. Happy to enjoy some morning juice, as you reached behind your little boy.

“Just perfect.” You almost whispered, as you held George’s hand. The grip was returned, as he stole your fingers to his lips. Kissing them over, and making you blush all over. As if just an early year again, and admiring his skills on the quidditch team.

“Terrible.” You tease, as he gave an eyebrow wiggle at your manners. Had you snort, before he was quick to lean himself over. Had to make sure his partner got a kiss too. A kiss you oh so happily returned. All to the ‘gross’ babble of your son.

That soon had you both pamper his face in kisses, as he squealed at such an attack. Flailing little fingers, as you made sure he was adored in all the love you two could muster. That was quite alot, mind you.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You asked, as George gave a groan. Had you giggle that he never truly gave up all his childish habits. As if you would want that. You needed to smile, after all.

“Work, work, and more work. Love the job, I do. Wouldn’t trade it for anything, but I wish I could just close the doors for one day…..I mean, I can do exactly that. I’m the boss here. Hm…..Maybe I should do that. ‘Closed for a family picnic’ and all that. Yeah, yeah I should do that-“ He spoke out loud, as he enjoyed his waffle.

“We can see uncle Fred!” Freddy would shout, as you would wipe the syrup off his face. Messy eater he was, but you savored it. Just was nostalgic, after all. A messy eater like when his father was young.

“The cemetery normally has, like, no people this day in the week. That could work, honestly. Just a private little family get together like that.” George nodded, as he showed he liked the idea. Made junior grin, with such pride.

“Sounds like a plan then. A nice picnic to see uncle Fred, and just a day to spend with us three. I love it. Good job.” You would add to George, as Junior was just all smiles. So much like said uncle, but certainly George all the same.

With the plans all set, the three of you enjoyed the breakfast between you all. With plenty of George teasing his boy. With silly faces, and stories of his youth. Was just divine to watch. To see him so happy again.

“All done-!” Freddy would suddenly shout. Was followed by placing both his hands to his chest, before bringing them back to the table. Multiple times, as to practice what the sign meant. Warmed your heart. Smart like his daddy.

“Good job, Freddy. Now, what do we say next?” George would ask, as Freddy had to think. With his little brows furrowed, as he huffed. Trying his best to remember what to sign next.

“We clean….” He muttered, as he gave sign language babble to himself. Trying hard to figure it out, as you both waited. With no rush. No yelling. No pressure. Just waiting, and letting him breathe.

“Clean….” He muttered, as would place his right hand on his left hand. Then he made a swiping motion, as if trying to wipe something off his hands. It wasn’t quite as smooth as it should be, but he still remembered it regardless.

“Got that right. We clean up. Well, try to.” George would give that awkward smile, as you gave him a knowing look. No yelling, like Molly would. George had a bad habit with his messes, but no one is perfect. He had quirks to make up for it. Much like yourself held your own bad, and good, habits the same. The goal was to try and prevent such to junior. The best you could, anyway.

“Yeah-! Clean up!” Freddy nodded, as he would stumble out of his chair. Adorable little waddle was made to the sink, only to realize he was to short. Made him frustrated, as he gave an angry little stomp. As if that would somehow make him grow.

“I’ll never get tired of that.” You sighed, as George nodded. The both of you enjoying the sight of little Freddy trying to figure out how to reach the sink. Just enjoying the moment, while you could.

“I’ll help him. You go out the sign up.” You said, as you stood up. He was quick to do that same, before stealing you into his arms. Just to hold you a moment, and savor it. Savor the bliss of the morning. With his head resting against yours. No words were needed, as you cupped his face. Tracing the scars, and admiring him in his entirely.

“Love you to, you big trouble maker.”

[kairithemang0]

Happy TCBOB day to those who celebrate

[myrandom-fandomlife]

starting to learn that any song is a buddie song if you're insane enough

[simmyfrobby]

If the future leaves without us, the silence that will follow will be an unspeakable nothing. / What if we convince her to stay? / How rare and beautiful it is that we exist. / What if we stun existence one more time?

[hjartasalt]

Ocd reduces your brain to a hyperbolic shitpost but it's not even funny 😭 I'll be making lunch like oh my god that work email I sent earlier had The Secrets in it by accident (who knows what The Secrets are but they're Bad) and it's gonna get me and everyone I know fired and they're all gonna lose their mortgages and also get covid because of the email I sent that just said "okay thanks!" Like fully crying and shaking and pacing and making sure all my teeth are still in the correct place because what if they moved when I wasn't lookign. And then the coworker I was emailing with just sends back a thumbs up or whatever and I remember I have problems disorder in my brain

Man I get so worried sending emails there have been times where I just straight up could not bring myself to answer an email because I was too worried I would like. Call them a slur and attach my nudes or something. I don't even have nudes.

[wisecrackingeric-2]

I need to make like a guide or something to all my Luis/Serennedy AU’s cuz I love them all like my children,,,,,, my Cowboy au,,, my Magical Girl au,,, my Dad au,,, my Warrior Cats au,,, my furry au,,, my RE8 au,,, and so many more,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[forever-eternal]

Hello.

I have a PJO OC and I must scream into the void about her.

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Her name is Zosime, and she is from Sparta (I am changing history this is a fantasy retelling and Sparta was completely wiped out in the Battle of Leuctra here).

Zosime is 16, and a Daughter of Ares. She is Spartan, so Ancient Greek, and she is the only one to survive the Battle of Leuctra without being enslaved (due to intervention from Ares). She is a devoted and loyal daughter, and a proud Spartan, so with no one else left to do it— she digs the graves of her people alone, by hand (they did not have shovels). She digs until her fingers are freezing and bleeding, and continues digging. She buries her people without rest, so they may find their glory in Elysium. Then she collects the remaining shields of Sparta’s warriors and carves the names of her people into them, embedding them into the stone at the bottom of the Gods temples— so that the Gods look down upon her ruined lands and see the people they failed.

Zosime, once she has completed what is can to honor her dead and keep them remembered— not even carving her own name— dies in her father’s temple; from starvation, hypothermia, and overwork.

Ares (i imagine he was a great father until many of his children were abandoned during times of need by the other Gods, and then just decided getting attached and watching them die was not something he enjoyed; he still cares tho, because he seems to give each of his children weapons in PJO) lays her to rest on the altar of his temple, with her xiphos in hand— he made this xiphos for her, a gift upon her birth, so it was hers and life and will be hers in death.

The temple is hidden, ruined, unsafe for mortals to venture in as time passes and weather wears the stone.

Until Camp Half-Blood is founded.

They are a small camp, very small, and whoever is in charge at the time dictates that any Demigod on a quest must return with any Ancient Demigod Relic they find.

They find Zosime’s remains, merely a weathered skeleton.

They find her with her xiphos, made of celestial bronze and still looking new.

They have to shatter the bones to take it, but it should be fine; right?

Wrong.

Demigods, especially Spartans— even the non-Demigod ones—, are buried with their weapons. Those who die with their weapons in their hands are tied to it. If it is removed from their resting place, their Soul returns with it until it is put back.

Zosime has been haunting Camp Half-Blood for centuries; none can see her, none can hear her, but she does her best to keep the other children of her Father safe from those who scorn him— and scorn them in turn.

She is an angry, restless spirit, who none know the name of— for she did not die a ‘Glorious Death’, and was unremembered in the Hall of Heroes.

Percy Jackson comes.

He has his riptide; but he is given another weapon. A spare, if you will.

He is given her xiphos.

And so, as she is tied to the weapon, she is forced to follow him.

Apparently, the one in possession of her xiphos can see and hear her, but no one else.

So Percy now has this very angry Spartan Spirit, a Daughter of Ares, following him on his quest and cursing his choices— but she’s also surprisingly helpful??

He does not have much skill in swords yet, but if he uses the xiphos she can possess him and make his body move how it must to wield it.

And I just imagine Ares, who was furious upon seeing his daughters resting place desecrated, her xiphos— his gift, that he molded with his own hands— stolen. I imagine he gets even worse in behavior after that; not just emotionally distant, but actively ignoring his demigod children’s prayers most of the time.

I imagine how angry he is when he finds Camp Half-Blood took it, without even knowing the name of its wielder, and now it is possession of Poseidon’s Son— who he is NOT a fan of.

I imagine, at the very end, she is allowed to return to rest at some point. And I imagine it gets emotional when Ares has to return to his fallen temple and basically lay his most Loyal and Devoted Daughter to rest again. (Or does he…?)

[razzzbear]

Whenever people ask me why I started watching one piece. I think about two answers. One of them is Luffy’s gear 5 fight is amazingly animated and fun. The truth is BUGGY BUGGY BUGGY PONYTAIL BUGGY.

[licnheartedd]

fellow marauders fans i am begging you to stop using the word ‘cripple’ when referring to disabled characters

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

tag game: pick stuff from your room and have people vote on which one they want to take home.

I was tagged by @ginnyw-potter

I am tagging @merlinsbudgiesmugglers @fizzyginfizz and @honeydukesheroine

[detentiontrack]

Today I was trying to subtly flirt with the really pretty lesbian who was checking out my hair dye at the beauty store (she had a lesbian flag pin) after PHP and she kept giving me really weird looks and looking at my wrist and I was confused, and when I got to my car I finally realized I was still wearing my bright blue hospital wristband that says “CITY behavioral medicine center”. Y’all she thought I was fresh out of the psych ward

[nerdymariamania]

Before "The Book of Bill" is released, I wanted to finally put out my thoughts that have been plaguing me for years now.

Bill's repentance from the axolotl, is being sent to "another place, another time."

And his statue is in our world, just as he is in their world. But in the Graphic novel, there are two instances of ciphers that say "Cipher lives." Along with Stan acting very off during the duration of the Cipher Hunt.

Tons of people believe in Same Coin Theory...

But, I have an even crazier theory!

[Preface: We know our universe is "canon" (as Canon as it can get) to the Gravity Falls universe, because at the end of Journal 3, it's basically spelled out to you that once Ford dropped the books into the bottomless pit, they ended up here. Alex and Rob Renzetti both said that the journal is as Canon compliant to the show as it can be (the show being the end all be all of canon.)]

In our world, Stan and Soos don't exist. But we hear them constantly throughout the clues of Cipher Hunt. Stan is even singing "We'll meet again." Which Bill sang in the finale. And the axolotl specifically stated "another place, another time." For Cipher only. Not Stan and Soos as well. So, why do we keep hearing them? Bill is shown multiple times to be perfect at imitating voices. He imitates Soos in Dreamscaperers. It's implied that he imitates Dipper in Sock Opera. Etcetera, etcetera!

What is a bigger penance than introducing yourself to a gigantic platform, as the villain, and even showing that you lost. That you were destroyed. Not by magic, just by a man who cares about his family. And in this new world, that man shares a few things in common with you. Well, the main thing he shares, is the same voice. Stan Pines and Bill Cipher share the same voice. Or more importantly, the same voice actor. Who is also the creator of the hit TV show Gravity Falls.

So, my theory is that Bill Cipher got sent to our dimension. And to not shirk the blame, but to show our world what a monster he is, showed us his downfall as a villain. So yes, in the Cipher Hunt, we hear Stan acting not himself. But here's the thing, that wasn't Stan. It was Alex. Bill was using Alex to create the Cipher Hunt, the literal headstone of Gravity Falls, Bill's final resting place. Bill was imitating Stan and Soos' voices, but not because he was imitating them, he was using Alex's vocal abilities. Who set up the Cipher Hunt? Alex. Who created Gravity Falls? Alex. And what is my damning pieces of evidence? In the Cipher Hunt treasure box, a drawing of Stan, Soos, and McGucket on there, all with their signatures. And when you shined a blacklist on it, Bill was drawn there too, with his signature, saying 'Stay Paranoid.' And on a card, all of the characters, in blacklight, had Bill's eyes. You know the last signature on both drawings? Alex Hirsch. To announce his own Reddit ask me anything, Bill sent out several tweets on Alex's Twitter. And even said he made a deal with Alex at one point.

Throughout the Weirdmageddon trilogy, not only at the end of the credits, the backwards whispering is Bill saying "I'm watching you." It also says instead of created by Alex Hirsch, created by Bill Cipher.

And what is at the end of the TV show, Gravity Falls? A flickering video of Bill's statue, the first clue of the Cipher Hunt. And if you find him and shake his hand, like "Stan" told you to, he might not need penance. He might not need one man's body. He already has a legion of worshippers in this universe that "Alex" helped him obtain. Why not put them to good use?

[andorerso]

can you believe sissi andorerso created halloween? so real of her 🧡

a little known fact but it's true. I time traveled back into the past just to invent it, then came back to enjoy the fruits of my creation 🎃 you're welcome <3

[fernsensei]

first time in the sandbox

pic without the spinning