#baby1

[ttc-baby]

The rest of my day went better. After lunch it was 125 and after dinner it was 138 so all under the goal of 140. Tomorrow I’m going to have the same thing for breakfast to see if I get the same results. Also I’m up to 14 on my insulin, im hoping I’ll be under 100 in the morning.

[ocasionallysimming]

Baby 1

Name: Joel Flex Father: Marcus Flex Trait: Angelic

[rarelysimming]

Andrew Kahananui Looks

We shall never have more time. We have, and have always had, all the time there is.

[maverickxbell]

EXT. BARN - DAY.

closed starter for @babygctback

The work of the morning had been done with haste. The animals fed and then let out into the cool morning air. The ice of the trough broken so the cows could drink. The fence of their enclosure checked via horseback. Normally this would have taken a full day to do, especially if he'd been moving the cows from one yard to another. But there were less than a twenty cows here, not the several hundred that Mav was used to, and a hell of a lot less space. He found it made his horse restless, that it made him restless too. In the year here, Mav had had to get real creative about how to keep his hands sharp and his skills sharper. Growing up, his education had been limited to homestead work, as such there was very little he couldn't do with a handful of nails and a hammer.

The rope wrapped around the wooden cow (at least if you squinted it looked like one) with a thwack as Mav galloped past it. He pulled on the rope to tighten the lasso while driving his heels back into the stirrups, other hand yanking the reigns with a woah. His horse came to a stop, sending snow splashing forward. He turned then and cantered back towards the wooden statue, untying the rope once he got there. Then he guided his horse back towards the fence line, coiling the rope back through his hand as he did so. When he reached the fence line, and subsequently the young woman sat on top of it, he let out a sigh, crossed his arms, and leaned over the horn of his saddle.

"Okay, so what is the second question of yer questionnaire...survey thin'," he said gravely. "Cuz aah'm not answerin' the first one, officer Baby, ma'am." He'd thought about it, but are you satisfied with your stay in Hell Town was a complex question to answer. One better answered over a game of card and a cold beer, two things that were lacking in Arcadia.

[blossombloodcurse]

i hear the boys YELLING for me upstairs. but it’s simply not time for me to go to work yet sorry.

[michaeldamico]

...Legs is taller than Krusty and Tight Lips! let it be known! Don't forget about Louie and the man himself! Fat Tony!

[trekkie-lkm-archive]

Info: OMG, someone, please write a Nu!Trek version of Kirk on Tarsus IV, like, you could re-write the OS episode, (with K/S or McCoy/Kirk please!) or Kirk could totally have been a prostitute and it could come back to bite him in the ass, something, ANYTHING please! (thread)

Note: no fills, however there are recs:

rec: 1/2

Author: Ragdoll (Keshka)

Archive Link

rec: 2/2

Author: Angel baby1

[FFN disallows archives]

[juliettexcouture]

This was by far the least helpful law enforcement agent that Juliette had ever had the misfortune of being acquainted with, and there had been many initially, when her mother and stepfather had gone missing. Many questions, many interviews. Accusations and insinuation that couldn't be further from the truth. Was your mom happy? Did you ever see your step father hit her? Was your dad happy about them being remarried. Yes, no, what kind of question was that? There were unwelcomed theories, and outrage at how the police could fail to locate a seemingly happy couple and their unborn child. Eventually that had all died down, but every year on the anniversary of their disappearance cops came around like clockwork asking for any new information. At least she could a) understand them and b) somewhat see where their police training was lacking. It was as though this particular cop had been raised on old timey police shows and abstract concepts about what it meant to be a cop.

Juliette blinked slowly as the police officer absconded from the conversation with thinly veiled annoyance, like it was a nuisance that she had to deal with Juliette's (reasonable) questions about the situation she found herself in. The way she handled the presumably real corpse told Juliette enough about her, that she had dealt with enough death in her career not to shy away from manhandling them. It was a nonchalance that Juliette had no interest in familiarizing herself with. "Okay," she pulled away from the counter and threw her hands up in the air out of frustration and out of surrender. "So you have been like absolutely no help and I hope to God there is someone more competent in this—this piece of shit town!" She went to leave and then pivoted one last time. "I hope you make friends one day, or whatever the fuck that means." A punctuation of her exit with the slamming of the police station door. She would figure it out. She always did.

Baby stared at the stranger; a person clearly of adequate hearing abilities but lacking the capacity to listen. It was a common entry level reaction, but one of Baby’s lesser favourites. Those who broke down into sobs, threw objects around, ran into the night — easy cases, reactionary and emotional. The indefinite loss of their faraway home, no longer a car ride away, was a wild realisation for the majority. Despite the subpar nature of the world beyond, Baby could understand the uprooting process was jarring for anyone not adjusted to co-existing with stakes higher than reality housewives and mall builds. It was unfortunate for them, but not the worst fate. Alas, with the woman falling into stride as one of the less than cooperative types, Baby could only parrot information in so many repackaged ways.

“Yup.” Denial and stubbornness could last for days or weeks, with no intent of embracing the community-centred lifestyle necessary to survive. Dead weight people were dangerous to cohabitate with, lacking the respect and devotion the town so dearly deserved. With far greater problems to review and remedy, forcing a mule to water would only consume more precious daylight hours. Pursing her lips, loose smile tightening, Baby bristled at the insulting implication and quietly surrendered all the same. “Nah, that’s all.”

Pushing off from the counter, Baby dismissed herself by ambling towards one of the more time sensitive items on her to-do list. Bending down beside the Sheriff’s body, she carefully unclipped his utility belt and began to unpack its contents as she had many times before, taking inventory of each component. Her fingers hesitated beneath a leather sheath, weighing the heavy metallic object contained within. Over her shoulder, she threw: “I’d avoid the fenced off estate at the end of the road, but knocking on any of the doors town should keep you safe. I hope you’re able to make friends one day.”

[mctionsick]

+ four photos nico has taken of noelle / @fvzzybrain

[chiliches4524]

kick the baby1!!1!1!!

beau prop for that alice cosplay mwehehehehhe

btw under the fabric, hes made of squished walmart bags shhh

[ttc-baby]

After looking at all my foods for dinner, I did good with my balance. My sugar was 138 after an hour and this morning my fasting was 108. Still higher than 100 but the lowest I’ve had. Needless to say I was excited. Then breakfast came along, I had an egg and cheese omelette, and 2 pieces of toast with butter. My carbs was 29g and protein was 19g. Which the goal they gave me was 30g of carbs for breakfast. Let me tell you I have not felt this defeated in a while! My 1 hour sugar came back 201. When it supposed to be under 140. I texted the dietitian all my info, and she asked questions that made me repeat myself which was frustrating. Then told me what I should do, which makes no difference then what I am already doing. Then told me the test could be inaccurate and to test again in 10 minutes, which was 155. 😒 I wish I was told that prior to the breakdown in tears. Honestly I would rather be puking my guts up then dealing with this.. but I have to remember it’s all gonna be worth it.

[ocasionallysimming]

Baby 1

Name: Joel Flex Father: Marcus Flex Trait: Cautious

[rarelysimming]

Andrew Kahananui (Baby 1)

Traits: Evil, Neat, Freegan, Happy Infant, Happy Toddler, High Self-Esteem, Responsible, Idea Person, Valedictorian, Dastardly

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Career: Salaryperson

Donor: Alika Kahananui

[w1yre]

he is,,,so baby,,,,

(“he’s a sheriff1!1!1!1 this post is cringe he isn’t a baby1!1!!1!1!1!” LET ME HAVE MY FUN)

i actually don’t understand myself i have a soft spot for the most random characters. like if i had a miniature version of colt in my hands id literally twirl him around and hug him he is my everything

[blossombloodcurse]

baby2 woke up right as baby1 was going down for nap #nobreakfriday

[justafandomfollower]

Next Five Fic Recs (#22)

New fics!

Dead Boy Detectives: The Katabasis Job by @laiqualaurelote. Completed fic, over 20k, M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions of Violence. A delightful romp of a heist AU, including all the angst of going to Hell, Edwin and Charles figuring out their relationship, Monty and Esther, and Crystal coming to terms with herself.

Leverage: Silver and Red by @humanformdragon / BurningTea. Oneshot, over 16k, Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings. A lovely Eliot-centric fic on his relationship with Hardison and Parker through the lens of a con. (Also featuring Peggy and Quinn!)

Danny Phantom: The New Kid by @liketolaugh-writes. Oneshot, over 2k, T, No Archive Warnings Apply. Wonderful little oneshot exploring the popular fanon of a deathday truce, with some Ember & Danny friendship.

Dead Boy Detectives: First Christmas by @wordingg. Oneshot, over 3k, G, No Archive Warnings Apply. A lovely snippet of Charles and Edwin's first Christmas together!

Dead Boy Detectives: When All My Friends Forget My Name (I Won't Go Back and Be the Same) by @wr0temyway0ut / WhatsYourNameMan. Oneshot (part of a series), under 1k, G, No Archive Warnings Apply. A beautiful exploration of names and identity (coupled with queer headcanons).

Updated fics!

Stranger Things: chapter 8 of only i must wander by Aslee.

Dead Boy Detectives: finished The Case of the Dead End Carnival by Rosie447 / @itsthenovelteafactor.

Stranger Things: chapter 6 of in the web that is my own, i begin again by @lavenderstobins / sapphirerays.

Fics I've re-read!

Leverage: Audience: 822,000 and Homeland Security by WerewolvesAreReal

Chronicles of Narnia: The Winter Prince by Angel Baby1