#baby girl for sure

[ml-goggles]

Yeah uh Rafael is my fav

[chloesimaginationthings]

The more circus babies in FNAF the better,,

[lemonlimestar]

anything can be yuri if u read enough random 90s elseworlds comics

bonus doodle

[homielander]

shiv's motivations for voting to pass the gojo deal are so layered and i don't think they should be dismissed in favour of any one interpretation. shiv desperately grabbed on to a lifeline for her relationship with tom. shiv was the deciding vote and she couldn't bear to hold the crown only for a moment just to place it atop her brother's head. shiv knew she would have more influence as wife of CEO rather than sister of CEO. shiv absolutely hated seeing kendall crystallize into logan before her eyes, especially when he made roman bleed ("and if we did kill him we get to go to bed") -- succession has always been about siblings so of course she tried to free her brothers before her child. shiv still thinks she can raise her child with all the material benefits of being the daughter of waystar CEO while doing better by her, whatever that means. and all of those things are true

[satans-knitwear]

Let it be known!!! Having a fabulous evening out with no drama/trauma is possible!!! Thats a fun new fact I just discovered today btw 😎

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[yuwuta]

PLS PLS PLSSSSS keep talking about kids with olympic athletes! gojo and nanami pls pls pls i have to Know. everything u wrote about yuuta was already so so cute

(prev olympics au here)

the gojo twins are hilarious because your baby boy looks exactly like satoru, but has very little of his personality—it seems like the only things he inherited was satoru’s love for sweets and love for you. still, even though he’s a strong swimmer, he much prefers to relax in his floaties alongside you if you’re also in the pool, or chill by your side on a lounge chair, glasses too big for his face keeping the sun out of his eyes as he shares his smoothie with you, and asks to borrow your phone to take pictures of his sister and daddy in the pool. 

your baby girl on the other hand… she might have your face but she’s got satoru’s everything else—his competitive streak, his confidence, and definitely his mischievous nature. she’s the one who tiptoes into your bedroom at five in the morning, tapping at her daddy’s shoulders, and putting her little finger over his lip to shush him before he can wake you up; she’s always the one to convince satoru to take her swimming the backyard at the crack of dawn, and why by the time you and your baby boy wake up, she and satoru are already past warm up laps and swimming lessons and onto who can make the splashiest canonball competitions (she always wins because while her tiny body can endure a belly flop, satoru’s years of training physically doesn’t allow him to do it… and maybe because he’s not so competitive when it comes to his baby girl, he’ll always let her win). 

kento’s professional judo career honestly doesn’t last very long. after his first olympic games, you two start dating and he proposes just after he wins gold the second time he’s in the olympics; he does maybe two more years of national competitions while you’re pregnant, and decides that the intense training for the next two years in preparation of a third olympic competition isn’t worth missing time he could spend with you or your baby girl—plus, with all the money he’s made from competitions, winning gold medals, brand ambassadorships, commercials, and collaborations, he had enough money to provide for all of your for the rest of your lives. so, that’s what he does (his dream has always been to be a househusband, anyway...) his previous salaryman career comes in handy when deciding how to invest his money, how to buy a house, how to take care of his friends, how to set up a fund for your daughter, and an extra account or two… just incase more babies come along… 

by the time your baby girl is four, she’s already kento’s biggest fan. she loudly and proudly proclaims to everybody that her daddy was basically superman and won all the shiny trophies and medals in the house from when he was being a superhero. if anyone recognizes kento when they’re out together, she always confirms their suspicions, proudly boasting, “yeah kento is my daddy! he’s a winner!” it always makes kento’s heart swell to hear her praise. he doesn’t compete professionally anymore, but he does train from time to time, and has taken on a few mentees, and your daughter LOVES to watch him coach/train. she’s got her own uniform that she always puts on whenever they go to the gym together, and gets so excited when kento or ino or yuuji pretend to spar with her. 

she’s honestly kento’s mini figure. she’s respectful and reserved, but strong and knows when to fight and how to use her voice. there’s a time when he gets a call from her school saying that she got in a fight, the principal frames it as your daughter needlessly pushing around an older kid, but your daughter is certain in her words when she tells her dad that it was because the kid was being mean to the younger kids, and to her. kento doesn’t say a word to the teachers—doesn’t even fight them sending her home early for the day, because he’s happy to scoop her up and take her out for ice cream and tell her that he’s proud of her.

[anotheroceanid]

Okay, but “Triton seeing Pallas and Athena in Annabeth and Percy and making it everyone’s problem” thingsss

[wontonnerd]

POV: You're a Japanese person seeing Mizu

[lost-in-fandoms]

Got caught up in my feelings last night and kept thinking about this until I was able to write it down.

Max's fingers moved deftly on Nicky's hair, braiding the long strands while reading out loud. It was a new book, something about a witch and a fairy being best friends and going on adventures, both of them endearingly invested in it.

Daniel took his place to the side of the door, leaning against the wall, eyes trained on the pair, as they both looked up to smile at him before going back to their story.

Max didn't do voices when reading books, he never had. At first Daniel had complained, sure that their daughter would only pay attention if he kept the reading as silly as possible, but then Max had started the new bedtime routine of braids and books. There was something in the way his voice changed over the dialogue, in the weird cadence of his, in his gentle rasp, that kept Nicky completely entranced in a way Daniel had never been able to replicate.

That and the hair styling. For some reason, whenever Daniel was the one to deal with elastics and bows and hairbrushes, things always turned out either wonky or tear stained or both. He had felt bad about it, felt like he was failing her, until Max had pointed out that he always struggled with getting her to finish all her food, and that if it had been up to him they'd be eating soup and various charred vegetables every night, and Daniel had felt better.

Max always knew how to make Daniel feel better.

"Page," Max said, pausing his reading to allow Nicky to turn the page, tying the braid off with a yellow elastic and tugging her closer against his chest, moving the hairbrush out of the way. They were almost at the end of the chapter, and Daniel smiled, knowing what was coming.

As expected, even before Max was all the way through the last page, Nicky started squirming, twisting to glance up at him, big eyes already pleading, but Max steadily finished reading and reached for the bookmark she was holding anyway.

"No, papa, please! One more?"

It was always the same. Max would finish doing her hair, finish their chapter and then she would beg for more. Honestly, Daniel couldn't blame her, not when he too would have liked to be sitting against Max's chest, listening to his voice.

"We had two already, because the other one was short," Max replied, kind but firm. He closed the book, pushing it to the side, then turned Nicky around so they could sit face to face, her little crossed legs bracketed by his spread ones.

Nicky was still pouting, but she had learned soon enough that there was no bargaining with papa. Not that Max didn't treat her like a princess and spoil her rotten, but he had rules, and rules were followed. Most of the time.

"So, what do you say?" Max asked, offering the book back to Nicky for her to hold, because just like Daniel she struggled to keep her thoughts straight if her hands were free.

Max had told Daniel once that this part was important for Nicky's development. That getting to talk through her ideas, offering opinions, making hypothesis for what was to come was good for the brain.

Daniel didn't doubt it, but he suspected that Max just liked to talk to her. Both their eyes were bright as they discussed what they had just read, Nicky bouncing slightly on the bed, unable to sit still, Max's hands moving in the air. Daniel loved them both so much.

When they were done, Max put the book down on Nicky's bedside table, turning on her ladybug nightlight and the lamp next to it, just as Daniel turned off the big light, leaving the bedroom bathed in warm shadows.

"What are you going to dream about tonight?" Max asked, tucking Nicky in and placing a kiss on her head.

"I will be a mermaid and I will find a big treasure!"

She was already clutching Bissit, her stuffed bunny, his name an unfortunate attempt of a toddler to pronounce Biscuit, and one of his ears ended up in her mouth as soon as she was done talking.

Max gently pulled it out, kissing her cheek as a distraction.

"Will I get some?"

"You will get one coin!" Nicky replied, giggling at her own mischief. Daniel could feel his own smile grow wider at the mere sound of it and Max's fake-offended face could not hide his fondness either.

"Just one?! What about daddy?" he asked, pointing at Daniel as if he was the culprit for the bad treasure sharing.

"Daddy will get..." Nicky paused, brows furrowed as she tried to think of a big enough number, "seventy-five!"

Daniel whooped as Max gasped in fake outrage, poking Nicky's tummy through the covers in retaliation, her delighted laughter filling the room.

Max sighed in mock resignation as Nicky quietened again, hand cupping her head gently.

"Will I at least get a good night?" he asked, his voice softer now.

"Good night," Nicky readily said, poking one hand out of the covers to grab his free one and bring it up to her lips, smacking a big wet kiss on it.

"Good night, liefje." Max gave her one last kiss before getting up, leaving an empty spot on her side, and Daniel knew that was his cue. Reading time was Max's special time with Nicky, but Daniel always got the last good night.

He kissed Nicky's forehead, one cheek, then the other, then the tip of her nose, listening to her giggles.

"I love you so much, baby," he told her, because he could never stop himself from telling her a million times a day. He was dreading the day she was going to become a prickly teenager and fight him over it. He hoped she never did.

"I love you too, daddy" she said back, because she was four and she still said it back every time.

He stayed with her a little longer, petting her hair, one of the very rare times during the day they could both be still and quiet, but when her eyes had stopped drooping and stayed fully closed, he turned the lamp off and went to look for Max.

He found him in the living room, slowly folding the laundry Daniel had abandoned earlier.

"I would have gone back to it," Daniel said just to say it. They both knew he was never able to get through all the laundry without getting distracted.

"No, you would not," Max replied placidly, not even looking up at him, poking through the pile to find the sock matching the one he was holding.

"No, I wouldn't have," Daniel acquiesced, sitting down on the couch behind him, leaning forward to wrap his arms around Max's shoulders.

Max paused his search to tilt his head back, eyes squinting into a smile as he accepted Daniel's kiss.

"I love you," Daniel told him, because his inability to hold it back wasn't limited to their daughter.

"I love you too," Max replied, because he was thirty-four and still said it back every time.

[misscryptidart]

[fluffylittlesniffs]

Getting better at grooming!

[lunarharp]

forgot i had some old backlog or whatever..

[hikarry]

I've been writing so much fucking fanfic material that I just yelled "AZIRAPHALE!!!" when my cat jumped onto the table 😭 the brainrot is becoming too real

[mariatesstruther]

okay but sarah celebrating tommy every year for mother’s day

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

Rewatching the season 2 pall mall scene and all I can think about is if Kate got so into the game because it’s the first time in a long while that she can actually play without simply letting Edwina win.

Every time Kate gets even a little bit into the competitive spirit of the game, much like everyone, especially the ladies, on the field, Edwina clearly does not like it. Daphne is thrilled to talk strategy like it’s war and not pall mall, Eloise is egging Kate on and Lady Danbury is loudly declaring hopes for bloodshed but each time Kate gets into the spirit of competition, Edwina is all “Play pleasant, didi!”. And then, she simply quits the game halfway through when she’s asked to catch up with other players.

All this leads me to believe that Edwina is not used to actually playing a game in any sort of competitive spirit. It seems way more likely that Kate simply gives in and lets her win whenever they play together.

And so, it must have felt so good for Kate to be able to actually participate and try to win with a group of people are all doing the same and earnest in their spirit of competition.

No wonder she was so playful even before she fell into a mud puddle with Anthony, because for that stretch of the afternoon, she did not have to be an older sister, she simply got to be a girl enjoying a game.

[futazolam]

Patrick spoke Mandarin (“I can speak a little Mandarin. My wife’s families are Chinese they are at Chinese people (lol) eh they’re at Shanghai…”)

I’m like a lawyer medley and DONT STOP BELIEVIN RETURN?

sorry I screamed so hard it will happen again