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I don't think anyone's surviving that
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Okay, sometimes when I have a Rough Night and then have to take a day nap because... I literally can't keep functioning, I have bonkers-ass dreams.
In the latest entry, Goku had, like, broken his arm or something, and he was being a real Vegeta about asking for help, and Chi-Chi and Bulma finally got fed up and sent Dolly Parton after his ass.
And because he is also a rural workin' gal, and a world-class himbo, he was all, "Aw, shucks, Miss Dolly," when she was like, "Goku, sweetie, there's a great big ol' buncha people who care about you back there, wonderin' why you're actin' so daggone foolish. Now straighten up and fly right."
And like...yes. YES. I am 100000% here for it. Furthermore:
No one mistakes her for Launch.
The first time Roshi tries to Roshi up to her, she's like, "Try any of that monkey business with me, sunshine, and you'll be eatin' that turtle shell for dinner. And it looks about bite-sized to me." Because she does like to flirt, but Roshi is a CREEP, and I just don't see her abiding that from someone who is clearly not gonna be a gentleman.
Dolly is 0.95 Vegetas tall, but her typical footwear probably puts her around 1.0 Bulmas, or 1.03 Vegetas in height. (Bulma is canonically taller than Vegeta. It's just a fact.)
This is crucial, because Dolly is looking Ge dead in the eye when she asks him if he can dance. Because he ain't gonna win that girl's heart with his charming attitude. And Geets tries to blow her off, of course, but she's like, "Lord, Vegeta, honey, what're you scared of?" And he's like, "I'M NOT SCARED OF--" and she's like, "Shouldn't be any trouble then, come on."
And of course, once they spend some time together, Dolly's like, "Listen, sweetie, I know what it's like to have big dreams and big, fabulous hair. You gotta show her that big heart, too." And Vegeta's like, "grumble grumble, pout," but she's just like, "Baby, it don't matter if it's broken. Find you a good stable and somebody with a gentle hand. It'll gallop." And he's like, "...I LOVE YOU, MISS DOLLY!!!😭😭😭" And she's like, "I love you too, precious. Now come on, pick up the pace, let's get to swingin'!"
...I just think Dolly Parton could fix what's wrong with every single person in the DBZ Universe.
And she'd take Piccolo on the World Series Poker circuit or something, and he'd destroy everyone.
#this dream i had#dragon ball z#dolly parton#she can fix him#she can fix everyone#when goku's being a real vegeta about it#call dolly parton#get his ass#he's a rural workin' gal#he respects her#how could you not though#she could even turn vegeta's gremlin ass around#and now vegeta can square dance#also#get ready for piccolo#world series poker star#goku#bulma#chi chi#vegeta#piccolo#come on honey
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💅🔮 for Jeebs? :0
💅- Do you have time or resources for self care or small luxuries? "I... I don't reeally. I'm a mutant blood. Thee only likee- Luxuries I geet aree from Deelson. Hee's always sharing stuff with mee and I'm grateeful for it! But I someetimees feeeel likee I'm greeeedy. A lot of thee stuff I havee is FROM Deelson." "Now in reegard to seelf-caree in geeneeral? I can do that wheeneeveer I wanna! Just laying down and taking a nap wheen I'm streesseed is a littlee bit of seelf-caree." 🔮- Do you believe those who claim to be gifted with the ability to see ghosts or talk to lusii telepathically? Or do you think they are lying? "I meean... I dunno. I'd havee to seeee somee eevideencee that a troll can do that beeforee I beelieevee it. Theeree's a lot of liars in thee world y'know."
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zoro, shanks, franky with an s/o who likes to tackle-hug them
description: zoro, shanks, and franky (separate) with an s/o who likes to tackle them to hug them
-he always jolts awake when you jump on him while he's napping he'll scold you firmly but the stuttering and obvious blush tell you he only partially means it
-then he just wraps an arm around your waist pulling you to his chest, and lays back with head resting on his other arm
-you have to be pretty sneaky unless it's on the ship, in towns or places other than the ship he always knows you're coming and he'll be ready to catch you
-if you tackle him on the ship when he's more relaxed then he's almost never ready and stumbles. slightly before he yells at you
-never means it though (only partially when you wake him up) because he doesn't let you down and he just envelopes you in his arms and carries you wherever
-bold of you to assume you haven't fallen overboard because of shanks launching himself at you
-he adores it and he does the same thing to you, sometimes he's running at you and sweeping you off your feet then twirling you around, other times he's jumping on you like you're not going to crumple under him
-when you jump onto him he just wraps his arm around you immediately and does that little jump thing to geet you higher on his body, so he can comfortably support you with his hand under your butt
-if you end up tackling him to the ground then it becomes a "wrestling" match to see who ends up on top, doesn't matter who wins shanks will still smother you in kisses until you give up
-he loves it!
-but most of the time he doesn't see it coming, he'll take a step back when you land on him but grin instantly when he sees it's you, squeezing you tightly against him like you're a teddy bear
-when he hasn't seen you for awhile he might run at you and tackle you to the ground, rolling around hugging you and kissing you until the crew yells at you two
-be careful though because once you land in his arms you're not getting down until he's satisfied
-he'll usually hold you bridal style but sometimes he holds you with a hand supporting you from under your butt, the other gentle stroking your hair while he smiles down at you
#one piece x reader#one piece imagine#one piece headcanons#one piece#zoro x reader#zoro imagine#zoro fluff#zoro headcanons#zoro#shanks x reader#shanks imagine#shanks fluff#shanks headcanons#shanks#franky x reader#franky imagine#franky headcanons#franky fluff#franky#one piece fluff
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@regulus-regent asked: For Geets and Nabs: Amuse me
Drabble Prompts || Open!
[I know you sent two but I’m just going to post them separate because this was too damn cute and I wanna post it NOW]
Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about one character trying to cheer another up.
Vegeta never excelled in areas that required a…softer touch. Physically, verbally, emotionally. He was a warrior bred for battle, for conquering and destruction. A prince raised to rule an entire race of the same and, perhaps, the universe with an iron fist. Drastic life changes had not altered that, but it did have a way of reminding him of this fact far more often than he was used to. And it often required him to assess with more consideration which problems required more finesse and patience over blasting it to oblivion and moving on.
Nabooru, he found over the years, fell into that category. Irksome as it could be. But, of all the people on the planet–in the vast universe, perhaps–she was on of the miniscule few whose company he tolerated and even enjoyed. Thus, the idea of running her off with his cruelty and callousness (which she brushed off anyway) or his stubborn, closed off nature like he would anyone else didn't appeal to him. In fact, the thought of her absence had a tendency to bother him.
The changes he noted in her were subtle, easy to overlook amidst her practiced and near perfected skill of maintaining the status quo to keep those who would prod her on the matter off the trail. But Vegeta was observant and had the advantage of spending day and night with her, witnessing her routine and getting to know her more intimately than anyone else. When he first noticed the oddities–skipping training session, skimping on her beauty regimen she painstakingly perfected, less teasing and jokes, lackluster laughter when she managed it, more naps, worse insomnia, instigating sex less, the sighing and letting her charade lapse when she thought he wasn't looking–he thought it was simply a bad few days.
But then it went beyond a few days and stretched to a week. And when she never spoke of whatever bothered her on her own as she usually would, Vegeta began the ill-fated attempts to find the source of her trouble. Inquiries, blunt as they were, met with falsely cheery dismissals and insistence that she was fine and she would "correct" whatever behavior she thought had brought on the concern. He wasn't charismatic enough to lure her into talking about her woes through conversation, and she always swung the topic back onto him or something else before he realized what happened. He would even try to bring up a specific moment of her moping, looking as though she was close to tears, and she always found an excuse. He tried stupid jokes, flirting, taking her to her favorite places. Tactics that worked. But only temporarily.
That day, she left the house early after their morning training for some modeling gig for a sports magazine, leaving the prince to his own devices. Frustrated with how low her mood remained, with his own failed attempts to help her return it to normal, he was out of ideas. But who was he kidding, really? If he could barely cheer himself up, how could he truly expect to help her genuinely smile again? To laugh, and fight, and fuck with all her zeal like she used to?
He snatched the bottle of water from the fridge and kicked it shut again, the contents clanging together inside from the force. He drank tail lashing the air behind him. On top of the cabinet, he spotted a bright red book, "SIMPLE RECIPES: DESSERT EDITION" written in gold on the side. He lowered the now empty bottle and floated up to pull it down from the shelf. On the cover was a picture of a pink-frosted cake topped with strawberries. It gave him an idea.
Dropping the book on the counter, he flipped through recipes for eclairs, cupcakes, bundt cakes, and pkes until he found the recipe for the cake on the front. Strawberry Dream it was called.
Though he didn't understand it, Nabooru had quite the sweet tooth and cakes were easily her favorite. He scanned the recipe. He had never baked before. He hardly cooked. But surely he could handle this. He was a prodigy and learned quickly. Baking a cake couldn't be so hard.
He tore through the kitchen in search of each ingredient, comparing labels with the name of the ingredient in the book. He turned on the oven. He squinted at the measurements. Cups? He grabbed a cup from the cabinet. Table and teaspoons? He hadn't the slightest idea what that meant so he just filled the mixing spoon and tossed the ingredient in. He cut the strawberries without trouble, at least.
But then, he drew the electric mixer from beneath the cabinet and plugged it in. He lowered the attachments into the combined ingredients and flipped the switch to high. A mistake. Flour, egg, vanilla, and strawberry exploded from the bowl. It splattered on the walls, the counters and ceiling, on him.
Vegeta quickly turned it off. A feral growl ripped through his throat and he raised the mixer high above his head. Halfway through his downward arc, he stopped, the sound of the front door opening saving the device from being slammed onto the counter and shattered.
With only an island impeding her view from across the living room into the kitchen, Nabooru stared, head tilted and lips slightly parted. Vegeta felt heat rush to his cheeks.
"Vegeta?" she asked at last, hanging her bag on the snake-shaped hook beside the door. Her crimson hair had been twisted into two long braids and her makeup was different than when she left. She strode into the kitchen, stepping around a puddle of batter. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" he snapped, ripping a towel from the oven handle and mopping it over his face. "I'm making a cake."
Confusion knit her brows, and her gold eyes shifted from him to the near empty bowl. "But you don't…"
Nabooru trailed off, noting the open cookbook. Her eyes softened, and realization slowly curved her lips into a warm smile. She wiped some goop from the page.
"You don't like sweets, and you've never shown interest in baking that I've seen," she finished, returning her attention to him. "You're making this for me."
His cheeks on fire, he had no doubt they were as red as the remaining strawberries in the container next to him. "Tch, it's not a big deal. It doesn't hurt me to try something new." He folded his arms. "And you haven't been yourself, which has been detrimental to our training."
Nabooru reached out and swept her index finger over his cheek, ridding it of batter. "I guess I haven't been. But this is…sweet of you. All of your attempts have been and…I'm sorry I worried you and didn't communicate."
She licked her finger. Her nose scrunched and her lips pursed. "Urgh…but that is not sweet. What did you put in this?"
"The ingredients the damn recipe called for!" He huffed. "Earth's measuring system is ludicrous! Teaspoons? Tablespoons? Cups? A dash? What does that even mean?"
She laughed. Full-bodied and uninhibited for the first time in days. Vegeta had missed the sound. “Honestly? I don’t really know, either. I haven’t actually tried to make anything out of that book yet.” She wrested the towel from his grip and cleared his face of the remnants of batter. Her gold eyes sparkled with mirth.
“I appreciate this. And everything else you were doing, too.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to his.
Vegeta’s tail coiled low around her waist and forced her closer to deepen the kiss. The taste of his failed cake lingered on her lips; far too salty with a bitter aftertaste he couldn’t place. Maybe next time he could get it right. Maybe.
#.:ask:.#// vegeta ♅#:: nabooru ☀#/ i'll vanquish any foe because you're mine ♅☀ vegbooru#regulus-regent#askldjf this was stupid and cute#vegeta is soft for her sometimes
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Mama Logan's xmas video
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As has been mentioned before, patton ALWAYS takes photos and videos of his family when they have littletime and he holds these photos and videos very dear to his heart
he used to send some of them to logan at the end of every day - mostly just his favourites. he would take thirty to fifty everyday and sent logan maybe 5-10 in the evenings
logan would simply reply with a :) or a 'Very lovely.' message
although whenever patton asked if logan saved them, logan said it was not really in his interest. he preferred to live in the moment, and besides patton kept the photos if logan ever needed them for whatever reason
So patton had hundreds and hundreds of photos and vids of his family after months of being a little family
until on the 25 november his phone unexoectedly was wiped over night and he lost all of his camera roll
he hadn't backed up his phone at all
patton was devastated, he cried for the whole day - logan tried helping to restore them but couldnt find any hope of doing it. pat took the phone to a workshop the next day but even they couldnt bring the photos back
even for the next four weeks every now and then he remembers how much he lost and geets tearful and sometimes just really down and everyone hates to see him like that
Now onto christmas day
a month later on christmas day the family all celebrate - in the morning they open presents and have hot chocolate
and logan bought patton a handheld camera to capture all of the little moments without worrying about ohone backup and storage. he makes sure to teach patton how to transfer files to his laptop too
they cook lunch, roman and virgil exchange gifts in secret, and then after they eat logan asks them all to come into the living room
vee gets a slight anxiousness since logan refuses to explain whats going on - he starts getting stressed but logan anticipates this and apologises and holds virgils hand to help him calm as they move to the living room
and logan sits them all on the couch - logan in the corner, then patton, roman, and virgil on the end closest to the door to feel less trapped
and he sends them all a small nervous smile then turns on the TV and presses play
a shaky handheld video comes onscreen - it shows baby vee cuddled in his logans lap, paci bobbing in his mouth and sound asleep. logan is smiling at roman, who is say next to them and stroking virgils head softly. the scene from chapter 7 of little accidents big developments, when roman first sees virgil in his new younger littlespace
the present patton in the living room gasps so loudly it makes everyone jump - his hands are slapped over his mouth and his eyes instantly well with tears. he looks at logan with a shocked and desperate expression
logan scootches closer to him on the couch, their hips touching and logan holding psttons hand tightly. he knows patton will be emotinal for this
"Are you being gentle with your brother, Roman?" Patton asks off screen
"I'm being really soft, look," the roman on screen says, sounding very quiet but clearly using his little voice
"Well done, little prince" on screen logan says with a proud, soft smile
'oh my god..' present virgil whines, burying his burning cheeks in his hands
'wow i really take up the screen with my presence!' present roman brags. he is smiling confidently and hoping it distracts anyone from his own blush and the way he us sinking back into the couch and avoiding everyones eyes
'i th-thought' patton breaks off with a sniffle 'i thought it was gone forever' he whispers through tears. but he cant rip his gaze away from the screen
then the video fades out - only to reveal a photo of family time where vee and roman were playing together and patton was laughing with them
then another photo of roman and patton smiling and posing with some cookies they made on week
then another of vee and logan napping together and cuddling on the couch
patton starts sobbing now because he realises - this isnt just one video, this is a whole compilstion of lhotos and videos patton thought were lodt forever
then a voiceover starts accompanying the slideshow/video - logan's boice
"I predict by this point if the video Virgil will be hiding his face in embarrassment-" vee makes a small whine from behind his hands. roman giggles
"- and roman will have probably made an overconfident remark to distract from his own embarrassment-" roman gasps in offence and crosses his arms
pictures keeping showing on the screen
"and patton, my love, i am afraid you may be shocked and confused. perhaps even upset"
patton sniffles and holds logans hand tighter
"but i assure you all, this video is not meant to cause discomfort. i only aim to inspire as much joy and love in you all as i feel whenever i look back on these images. yes, i keep them all saved and yes, i look back on them often. i do not want to overwhelm any of you. virgil, you may leave if you so wish-"
virgil doesnt move
"roman you may cause distractions if you fee uncomfortable being so vulnerable-"
roman doesnt say a word
"and pstton, i promise i will be right by your side through this whole thing as i am to be throughout our lives"
logan turns to patton irl and presses a kiss to the side of his head. patton cries more and wiggles his legs over logans lap and holds him tight as he keeps watching the video
the video goes on, so many photos and videos disaplying their family, and logan's voiceover constsntly stating how much he loves all of his family and why
he reassures virgil that his dependence and vulnerability is endearing and inspires logan with affection
he reassures roman that his boisterousness and creativity are bith amusing and enjoyable and inteligent
he reassures patton thst his dedication to the boys makes him so proud of his partner and so adoring of how big his heart is
the whole video is LONG - like twenty minutes
and patton is crying through it all and using the apron roman gifted him that morning to mop up his tears
but roman and virgil sre both big and very stubborn
theyve never actually been so open about how close they are when little, they dont deny it anymore but its hard to discuss openly
but here there is physical proof they cant deny, on screen shows how close and loving they sre as brothers when little
they both get emotiona during the video and are sniffling but keep their distance on the couch
until one video pstton had taken when they bith fell asleep cuddling on the couch after their first sleepover
virgil's face crumples and he shakily whimpers 'f*ck' and shoves himself over ont he couch towards roman
roman was ready too, his arm is open for virgil and he holds virgil around the shoulders as they both try not to cry at the video
they cuddle for the rest of the show
patton isnt able to watch all of it because he hides his face in logans shoulder so bing every few minutes
but after it they're all crying and cuddling and there are forehead kisses and whispers of love. and it's about thirty seconds before they realise the video has made vee start to regress
so they can let go of the emotional moment for a bit to prepare for little time
but in the future of course they still keep the video. patton watches it everyday for the whole week
and the thing is virgil never ever knew what his regression was really like from an outside perspective - he is barely sure of his own perspective because of the memory gaps
and this video sticks in his mind for weeks because he ACTUALLY acts like a baby, he's SEEN it now and it shocks and scares and excites and thrills him it's all so overhwelming
and every few days, then eventually every few weeks, vee tiptoes to logans room and shyly asks if he can watch the video again. he becomes fascinsted with this proof that his regression really is what everyone said it was - completey all encompassing
this is rlly messy pls ask questions if theres any line of inquiry that you want built on or explained more - i dont rlly know how to squeeze it all in djdjd
#this is actually so so messy im sorry#nsjshdhs it was gonna be a ficlet originally but i just dont have time or energy to write it shhd#long post#little/big concepts
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Can I just say I absolutely LOVE your vegeta x reader fics? God, everytime I you see upload one I genuinely get so excited. I don't really have a specific ask/request but can you PLEASE write more vegeta fics. I will enjoy quite literally anything as long as it is about my favorite saiyan prince.
a/n: my heart is GUSHING with feelings, my lovely little nonner. i hope you keep requesting to keep my keys clicking. thank you so much, i appreciate your every word!! how about some sweet geets for ya?
a/n(2): please don’t hold me accountable. yes i know vegeta is not really shown being sweet. but idc.
“V-Vegeta?”
His voice is gruff when he answers, “Yeah, what is it?”
You swallow and try to keep him from being able to so clearly understand that there are tears in your eyes as your voice shakes. “C-Can you come’n get me?”
“Didn’t you drive there?” he scoffs, and you think you hear the rustling of sheets. He must be sitting up. “Don’t tell me you allowed too much of that liquor to take over your senses again? I mean, really-”
“I think someone put something in my drink.”
You hear a pulse of energy and then the line cuts out.
You try to force yourself away from where you were talking with a group of people, most likely where your drink was tampered with, and stumble towards the front entrance.
There’s a pounding outside and the energy that you’ve come to learn how to sense is pulsating like a bomb from the other side of the door.
On cue, Vegeta’s boot slaps against the door and it swings open, slamming into the back wall to cut a hole in where the knob would be. His hair is glittering gold, eyes a bright blue. The small canine-fangs he sports are bared, a growl echoing from the back of his throat.
He’s looking for you, but your eyes are crossing and you find yourself falling down into the soft pillows of the couch. You try to cough out his name but it never comes, the word dying on your lips.
“Who did this?” he practically howls, his hands curled into fists at his side.
The room clears out in the center and he can finally spot you on the couch. You vaguely feel the base of his palms scooping you up. You can make out the warmth of his chest but your vision is hazy.
“‘Geta?” you cough. Your head lolls against his shoulder and you think you hear him start cursing at the people around you, but you’re not sure.
“Uh, dude, she doesn’t look so good,” you hear from a few feet away. You want to shout at him that it’s obvious you don’t feel good, but your lips are heavy and stuck together like they’re glued. You moan and Vegeta turns his attention to you, eyes wide in fear.
He grunts, digging his boots into the ground as he turns and flies out the doorway and back towards Capsule Corporation.
Your body is deadweight in his arms and he wonders if you’re dying. Vegeta fumbles in the air, kicking himself for not grabbing a senzu before he flew to find you.
“‘Geta?” your voice is husky and your eyes are misty. He squeezes you closer to his chest as Capsule Corp comes into view. “I-I’m sorry.”
“Hush,” he speaks harshly. You wince and curl back into him, gripping his shirt as tight as you can with your fist. He grimaces - that was not what he meant. He just doesn’t want you over-exerting yourself right now, his heart is racing in his chest as if he were in the middle of a brawl.
You mutter something else as his feet touch down at Capsule Corp. Now is one of the times when he wishes he had let Goku teach him instant transmission. He opens his balcony screen door and lays you down on the bed, brushing a thumb over your flushed cheek.
Unlocking his bedside cabinet, Vegeta pulls a senzu from where he hides a small stash in a tiny pouch. You’re fully unconscious and in no state to chew the bean yourself, so he’s going to have to find another way for you to swallow it. Vegeta grunts before taking the bean between his teeth and chewing it just enough that you should be able to absorb enough of it to wake back up.
His mouth comes into contact with yours and he transfers you the bean, cradling your jaw with his fingertips.
Vegeta’s touch does not leave you, but merely travels. He tucks one of his palms against your neck, his fingers splayed into the locks at the base of your head. He holds you close, deciding to rush you to the medical bay as the senzu bean travels through your body, healing you as fast as it can.
He is careful as he places you down on the hospital bed, the smell of antiseptic wafts in the air and for some reason it makes Vegeta feel safer. His breath is tight in his chest, coming in short bursts as he sits in wait.
“‘Geta,” you gasp, sitting up sharply.
You can’t believe that he reels you into his own hold. The feeling of his arms around your torso is foreign but welcome. You tuck your head into the crux of his neck and take deep breaths.
“You’re fine now,” he murmurs absentmindedly into your hair. “The senzu restores your health but not necessarily all of your energy. You’ll be tired for some time.”
You focus on his pulse thudding in your ear, trying to keep your breathing on pace. You never imagined Vegeta would allow you this close to him, let alone be the one who is pulling you in.
“I-I’m sorry, I know it’s late,” you mumble, your fingers curling around the fabric of his tank top. Your voice grows thick the more you think about what could’ve happened to you at the party had you not given him a call, “Bulma is out of town and Chi-Chi doesn’t have a phone. I-”
“Stop apologizing,” Vegeta barks.
You hesitate, tilting your head back to look up at him. Your eyes are wide and he almost looks apologetic through the anger that’s pulsating in his irises. He swallows thickly and his throat bobs, “You were in trouble. Of course I would come.”
Your voice is stuck in your throat. Vegeta blatantly telling you he would help you shakes you to your core. His fingertips graze against your shoulders and lower back as he resituates himself to better look you in the eyes.
“The only reason I didn’t kill the bastard who did this is because I needed to bring you back here for a senzu,” he grits his teeth and you feel his hands turn to fists against your back. Vegeta turns his eyes away from you in shame, a pale blush coating his cheeks.
You allow your hands to find purchase against the top of his chest, your fingernails just scraping against his exposed collarbones. You blink slowly, the senzu doing exactly as Vegeta said - you’re healthy, but drained.
“I-” you start, your tongue like sandpaper in your throat. You feel the heat of tears threatening your eyelids.
Vegeta scoffs, “I can’t believe you allowed yourself to get taken advantage of like that. You should be more careful!”
The first tear glides down your cheek and you swallow your emotions, “I-I know, ‘Geta. I’m sorry.”
“It was foolish,” he continues. His eyes flicker faintly blue and you wonder for a moment if he’ll go super just out of pure frustration at your folly. You rub your nose with your sleeve, not able to look him in the eyes out of pure guilt, an apology tumbling from your lips.
Vegeta brushes the pad of his thumb against your cheek to catch the tear, his palm resting against your jawline, “If you had been hurt, I-”
Your vision is blurry, but it doesn’t stop you from seeing the emotion flickering in his irises. Your lower lip trembles, “I know, I’m just a burdensome earthling. I’m sorry, Vegeta, I-I know you’re busy.”
Vegeta presses his cheek against your temple and brings you back into him again. You can feel the quick beating of his heart, hammering against his ribs. Your tears dampen his shirt and your stomach swirls at the knowledge that you were just about to the point where anyone could have taken advantage of you at that party.
“It has nothing to do with my schedule,” Vegeta mumbles against the shell of your ear. His breath is hot against your skin and a blush fights its way up your neck despite the emotion burning in your chest.
He is gentle when he speaks again, “And you are not a burden.”
A few moments of silence pass and you find that your eyelids are heavy and you want to fall into a deep sleep. You want to take a long nap and wake up to pretending that party never even happened.
“You need rest.” Vegeta stands back to his feet and you are cold at the absence of his warm Saiyan body. You go so far as to release the smallest of whimpers from the back of your throat, your eyes squinting shut as you search for the blankets.
His upper lip curls at your actions and you wonder how big of a disappointment he thinks you are. He does a funny thing next, something you wouldn’t expect - his arms loop under your knees and around your shoulders and he hoists you into the air.
“C’mon, lets get you into a real bed.”
Vegeta is quiet as he walks you to a familiar wing of Capsule Corp. Your eyes are heavy but you feel yourself dipping down into a soft mattress. The warmth of bed covers engulfs your body and you feel safe for a half of a moment before you remember the events of earlier and why you’re here and the fear grips your heart like a vice once more.
“V-Vegeta?” Your voice shakes and your lower lip trembles. His hand ghosts over your arm as you speak. “Can you please stay here?”
“I am staying here,” he says plainly. He looks down at you as if you were a simpleton, “This is my room.”
You shake your head and curl a fist around the sheets, “No, I mean here-here, with me. Please.”
Vegeta blinks a few times, “I-you want me to sleep with you?”
You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands and it looks like he finally realizes how emotional this whole situation has made you. Without another word, he lifts up the sheets. When you don’t move immediately, he makes a clicking sound with his tongue, “Well, are you going to move or what?”
You shift your body under the sheets to align with the other set of pillows on the opposite side of the bed. You curl the comforter underneath your chin and look over at him as he gets comfortable. Vegeta lays on his back, palms against his chest as he stares at the ceiling.
“Thank you,” you murmur, turning so you’re on your side. You curl your toes beneath the blanket, waiting for his response, if there even is one.
Vegeta’s eyes never falter from the ceiling, but he does answer in a quiet voice, “I told you earlier - if you’re in danger, I will help you. There’s no need for niceties.”
“Well, I’m saying thank you.” You take a breath, “Vegeta, I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up. I was so scared. I think you deserve a simple thank you.”
Now he turns, dark eyes tracking over your face as he carefully considers his next words. His upper lip curls and you wonder what he’s thinking.
“I’m glad you called me,” he finally answers. His gaze softens the longer he looks at you. “I-I’m at ease knowing that you’re safe.”
You brush your ankle against his underneath the covers, watching as his breath hitches. You’ve never been this close to the Saiyan - he’s always been a bit distant with you. You were honestly sure it meant that he didn’t want you anywhere near him. Now, you’re wondering if it meant the opposite.
“Vegeta, I-,” you feel your voice get caught in your throat as a blush burns your cheeks and neck. You swallow your inhibitions and look him in the eyes, “I need to tell you something.”
He shakes his head and reaches out to wrap an arm around your waist and bring you close, “Hush, little woman. Sleep, or else I’ll make you.”
Every part of your body screams to have him make you, but you don’t want to break the moment up, so instead you tuck your head under his chin and relish in the closeness of him. His body is firm and sturdy and warm, and you feel the safest you think you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Your arms are tucked against your chest and your ankle crosses with Vegeta’s, his breathing heavy and slow against the crown of your head.
It doesn’t take long for the weight of the day to drag you under into sleep. Your eyes close just as you feel the warmth of a kiss buried in your hair.
When you wake up the next morning, your body is engulfed in warmth and your head is resting against a firm figure. You remember that Vegeta agreed to stay with you last night - you honestly figured he would leave as soon as you fell asleep, so you’re surprised that he’s still here.
You’re even more surprised to hear his voice, gently murmuring as his fingers run over your body.
“Saiyans are proud,” he sighs, traipsing a fingertip just under where your shirt has ridden up on your back. “I guess that’s the reason it’s so difficult to admit the way I’m feeling. It makes me seem weak, and my pride won’t allow me to let down my guard.”
You pretend like you’re still sleeping and curl further into him, your palm against his stomach as your thigh overlaps his under the sheets. There is a gentle laugh that vibrates his chest at your actions. You want to smile but you don’t want him to know that you’re awake and listening.
“Plus, Saiyan men were never great at the caring part of relationships. We didn’t have the time, between winning worlds and conquering for Frieza. There wasn’t a moment to care about your family because you were always in some sort of war.”
He turns and shifts so his chest is completely pressed against your own, a hand holding your head gently so you don’t move too much and wake up. Vegeta sighs against your forehead, his nose buried in the crown of your hair.
Vegeta takes a deep breath and you feel his throat bob, “Truth is, I was frightened when you called me, and even more scared when I found you passed out at that place. I wanted to rip every person there to shreds at the thought of-”
His heart is beating heavily in his chest as he tries again to finish his sentence, “…the thought of losing you.”
You feel his arms tighten around you and you feel a surge of emotion spiking in your chest. You let out a gasp at the contact and your charade has been broken. You try to turn the gasp into a yawn, stretching your toes and rubbing your nose against the column of his throat.
“You’re awake,” Vegeta says. His voice is gruff and it sends tingles down your spine.
Tilting your head, you look up at him with a gentle smile, “Good morning.”
“How are you feeling?” His thumb brushes a stray hair away from your face. You’re impressed he hasn’t untangled himself from you yet. You nod, smiling yourself, “A lot better. Safe.”
“I’m glad,” he answers.
You take a chance with what you say next, “I wish we could be this close all the time.”
“Tch, don’t be unreasonable,” Vegeta smirks, a palm running down your thigh to catch under the curve of your knee. “If we were this close all the time, you’d be in constant danger. We couldn’t have that, could we?”
Your eyes shine and it turns his smirk to a smile. You’re not sure you’ve seen him smile much; it shows the edges of his canine teeth that you wonder what they would feel like against your neck. He must notice the shift in your gaze because his grip on your thigh tightens.
“I’d put myself in danger for you,” you whisper, your hand trailing up his chest to thread your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. You nod, your lips parted in the anticipation of possibly kissing him, “I-I would.”
“Why you stupid little woman,” Vegeta’s voice is kind despite the words coming from his mouth. His free hand tips your chin upward and, using the soft flesh of the underside of your jaw, holds you there for a moment. “You’re foolish.”
Your mouths are a hairsbreadth away and when you murmur your next words, your lips brush, “A fool for you.”
When your mouths collide, your body lights on fire. Your chest burns and your belly turns over. You smile against his lips and his thumb glides over your pulse point, the thin skin on your neck tingling at his touch. One of your palms grips his shirt and the other explores the tense planes of muscle on his back.
“Foul woman,” he mumbles as he traipses his lips down from your mouth to your jaw and neck. “Palming at me like an animal.”
He bares his teeth against your throat and you gasp, your hips shifting against his thigh. Your fingernails dig into the muscle of his back, squeezing your eyes shut when you feel the contact of his teeth with your skin.
“Y-You’re the one biting me,” you manage, voice breathy.
Vegeta turns his head upward to look you in the eye, “Would you like me to stop?”
“No,” you respond decisively. That simple word lights a fire in his eyes and he ducks his head to your neck again, encouraging your body with a harsh squeeze to your thigh. You wonder for a moment if there will be bruises, but you don’t have long for cohesive thought because as soon as his teeth break the barrier of your skin, your body melts under his ministrations.
Vegeta nudges his nose over the sensitive flesh of your neck, “You sweet little woman. I can’t wait to hear all the sounds I can get you to make.”
Later that day when you walk with Vegeta through the halls of Capsule Corp, everyone is talking. Maybe it’s because Vegeta normally walks alone. Maybe it’s because no one has ever seen you outside of your lab.
Or maybe it’s because his hand is on your back and there is a smile on his face as he guides you through the building.
Or maybe it’s the kiss he plants on your head just before he enters the gravity room for some training.
But, again, no one can really know for sure.
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Triange Guy is back! He did episode 71 too, but I must have not noticed because Vegeta was barely in it. But now we have Gohan cosplaying as Vegeta, so it’s a lot harder to miss. Pretty sure Ebisawa is the only animation supervisor who gives the Frieza Soldier armor a visible crotch seam.
Gohan feels pretty cool and confident in his new armor, and then the real Vegeta tells him that he’s going back in the ship to take a nap. Geets hasn’t slept in days, and since it may take Krillin a few hours to reach Guru’s place and get the password for the Dragon Balls, he figures he’s got the time.
Speaking of Krillin, for all he knows the Grand Elder has already died, either of old age or because Frieza killed him. Of course, if that happened, the Dragon Balls would be useless, so this trip would be a waste of time.
Turns out Guru took that into consideration, which is why he sent Dende to Krillin’s location. Trouble is, Dende finds Burter’s corpse first. I guess Guldo’s corpse would still be lying around somewhere too, but let’s stay focused.
I’m not sure why Dende came here. He acts like this was where Krillin and Gohan were supposed to be, and they were for a while, but if Dende is going off of ki senses, then he never should have stopped here, because there’s no life signs. He thought Burter was Krillin’s dead body, so maybe he only stopped because of that, but once he realizes it’s not him, Dende sort of panics like he’s not sure where to look. So the implication is that Guru gave him some sort of coordinates to follow.
Back at the ship, Vegeta sets his alarm for thirty minutes and plops right down next to Goku. Kakavege shippers could probably make some hay with this, right? Imagine a scenario where Vegeta does this sappy hurt/comfort thing with Goku, plops him in the medical machine, then sleeps beside it. Meanwhile Chi-Chi is talking dirty to Bulma on the subspace radio to keep her morale up. I have no interest in writing that, but it seems like something somebody could do.
Remember Nail? Yeah, Frieza’s still beating the crap out of him, and he still wants to know how to work the Dragon Balls.
Finally, Nail chuckles and explains that he was a diversion the whole time. While Frieza’s been pounding away at Nail, Dende has been en route to the Earthlings to tell them the way to operate the Dragon Balls.
And that was about the time that Frieza realized he fucked up.
This scene always felt like a weird place to begin the Frieza Saga, because let’s face it, Frieza’s been looming over this story for the last thirty episoes already. But now that I think about it, this scene makes perfect sense as a prelude to everything that’s to come. Dende passed right by Frieza on his way to interrogate Guru, and Frieza chose to ignore him. Instead, he confidently tortured Nail, never once considering that a long, agonizing beating would play right into Nail’s hands.
And that’s really what most of the Frieza Saga is: a long, agonizing beating. Frieza’s supposed to be strong enough to kill any of the other characters in one hit, but he almost never does this. Instead, he prefers to take his time making his enemies suffer, because he doesn’t really think he needs to hurry.
It never seems to have occurred to Frieza that this could be used against him. Like, the Namekians have made it repeatedly clear that they’d rather die than cooperate with him. They’ve surrendered Dragon Balls to him a few times, but they’ve never budged on telling him where to find them, or how to make them work, because they object to him on moral grounds. A more clever villain might have accepted this, and searched for some way to trick the Namekians into giving up their secrets. Instead, Frieza just does his stupid laugh and hands out long, agonizing beatings. Only, he doesn’t have time for that stupid horseshit. Guru could die at any moment, and there’s a second group of people trying to beat Frieza to the wishes. Pummeling Nail has accomplished absolutely nothing.
And that’s why Nail is all smiles when Frieza finally leaves to contain the damage. Frieza has no one to blame but himself for all of this. He could have killed Nail and had plenty of time to hunt down Dende, but instead he milked this beatdown way longer than he needed to. Yeah, Nail’s on the verge of death, but Frieza was going to blow up the planet anyway. At least this way, Nail gets to die with his honor in tact. He held the line, and he kept Frieza from making his wish.
Then Frieza checks his scouter, which he could have been doing all along, if he hadn’t gotten so carried away gloating. To his surprise, he finds that the Ginyu Force is gone. All of them. So is the crew of his ship, although this never seems to come up again. I think he might have tried to contact the ship in the Funimation dub, but I don’t remember.
I always liked this scene, because it almost feels like something out of a horror movie. Frieza went on a road trip to Namek to get something cool. It should have been a routine mission, but then his men started getting killed off, a few at a time. He finally got frustrated enough to call in the Ginyus, which everyone acted like was an extreme solution, and now they’re dead too.
So now Frieza’s all alone on this planet. His spaceship won’t run, and he’s rushing back to face whatever horror took out all of his guys. If you know how this story turns out, it makes this whole episode pretty cool to watch.
Back at the ship, Captain Ginyu, still trapped in the body of a frog, tries to steal a Dragon Ball, but Gohan spots him right away. I’m not sure what Ginyu hoped to accomplish by this. He can’t talk, or otherwise he’d just swap bodies with Gohan. So he definitely can’t wish himself back to normal, and I doubt Frieza will do him any favors if he finds him like this.
Then a lady frog shows up, and Ginyu hops away to escape from alien frog sex, I guess? I found the lipstick on the girl-frog kind of ridiculous, but this is Namek. That could be the natural coloration for female mole-frogs.
Elsewhere, Krillin finds Dende, and they head back to the ship together. Turns out the only way to use the Namekian Dragon Balls is to speak the Namekian language. Krillin wonders why Guru didn’t just explain that in the first place but Dende says it’s because Guru doubted that Krillin would ever be able to get this far. Back in the Namek Saga, the predominant strategy was to keep at least one Dragon Ball out of enemy hands until Goku showed up, so actually making a wish seemed unimportant.
When they return to the ship, Gohan tells them that Vegeta is asleep, so Krilln decides to push his luck.
Here’s the deal: If they move the Dragon Balls to a fair distance away, Dende can summon the dragon and make the wishes before Frieza shows up. Even if Vegeta wakes from his nap, it’ll still take him a while to arrive, so this way they can outfox them both.
I feel like Krillin kind of outsmarted himself on this one. If nothing else, the time they spent moving the Dragon Balls could have been put to better use. As it is, Frieza’s so mad that his black lipstick came off.
Dende summons the Dragon, which turns out to be named Porunga, the Namekian word for “God of Dreams”. That makes more sense than “God of Love”, which was what the Funimation dub called him.
Also, Porunga is enormous.
Also, Porunga confirms that he’ll grant three wishes instead of just one. For some reason, Krillin really gets stuck on this point, as if Nail hadn’t told him about this some time ago. Time is of the essence, and instead of making three wishes, the boys just stand there gawking and talking about wishing. Do you want Friezas? Because this is how you get Friezas?
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kilnkin arent you wearing a stetson like right now? its been pretty practical so far lol
headsarolling yeah but goths have hats too pants and adequate ridin boots can be more of a challenge, dependin on the look ur goin for
kilnkin this is such a science
kilnkin what if youre doing goth activities? whatever the fuck those are
headsarolling while its true that the aesthetic impact of bog wadin is minimised when one doesnt have skirts to swirl in the water around them one must also consider: if the cowboy cannot ride a horse, is one really a cowboy?
kilnkin if they can lean against a fence? whistle? i think so!
kilnkin im here with you on bog wading though thank god. no one here understands me i swear but is there anything better?? thats rhetorical dont answer that there isnt
headsarolling all the looks with none of the heart? it just aint right
kilnkin have you found anything resembling wetland since you fucked off bc im already sick of all this sand shit ): right!!!
headsarolling no. i found a lot of rock though if thats more ur style and skulls
headsarolling so definitely more my style
kilnkin rocks are ok i guess i can chew them though thats always a hoot what about bugs mosquitos suck moire got a butterfly but i havent seen any :/
headsarolling damn mud man. i can swallow small ones but chewin them is pretty hard core
kilnkin what am i if not hardcore like literally and shit
headsarolling lmao i havent seen a lot of bugs cause of the storm?
headsarolling ill keep an eye out though mosquitos can fuck right off tho u got that right
kilnkin ugh that makes sense i mean they dont bite me or whatever but i cant bite them either its like the cruelest impasse
headsarolling this is a remote island tho right? shouldnt there be like giant crickets hoppin around?
kilnkin im gonna take your word for that one on account of never having visited a remote island before
headsarolling its hard to tell with the excellent wifi and timespace fuckery but im fairly certain
kilnkin the wifi is good isnt it?? like better than druantia i didnt even really notice that rofl how twenty first century of me
headsarolling yeah there was a bit, on the east coast where the wifi dropped and i had to use data but otherwise its been pretty solid
headsarolling we the millenials are killin remote island survival with our apple phones and avacados
kilnkin what the fuck kind of data plan are you on
headsarolling i havent paid a single dollar for credit in my entire life i have no idea
kilnkin nice?? ive gotta try and get that for ma im killing island survival via isolation and lots of napping fyi much more anchorite than millenial
headsarolling i think the plan came with this phone and i cant even remember who i stole it from so unfortunately i cant give much advice damn nice tactic tho? ive got the isolation thing down but i think my nappin needs some work maybe bein in less rocky areas would help...
kilnkin yeah im with everyone in the caves now too but i can at least ball my dress up for a pillow. the stetson is probably less than ideal ): are you coming back anytime soon? or pressing on further. finding some softer pastures
headsarolling i would never consider disfigurin my hat for the sake of comfort! i havent decided yet. right now im rather enjoyin the company of these skulls
kilnkin so ominous. so goth!!
headsarolling well ive no horses or bogs so ive gotta get my aesthetics from somewhere
kilnkin dont even talk to me if you havent put the hat on a skull yet
headsarolling ive also performed a rivitin recital of certain lines of hamlet it feels weird sayin it to someone elses head
kilnkin lolol
kilnkin i expect a reprisal when we start another variety hour!!
headsarolling oh for sure id hate to disappoint my expectant fans
kilnkin and id hate to sit through any more of walkers showboating without a reasonably entertaining chaser (:
headsarolling ill be sure to stagger my release a bit more next time ensure ive a got a decent followup
kilnkin yeah youve really gotta consider how the consumer consumes if you wanna be successful in this climate either that or flood the market you know x)
headsarolling always an option but i fear that may result in backlash from the bottle blonde bombshell
kilnkin um? even better??
kilnkin i never got to get her back for not letting me get her back before getting stuck here anyway
headsarolling what did u need to get her back for?
kilnkin um there was definitely something
headsarolling lmao thats the best of geeting back *gettin
kilnkin the purest form of revenge is when you 1) forget whats is for 2) take yourself down in the process otherwise are you even trying?
headsarolling when i die itll be for a cause ive forgotten usin a knife meant for someone else
headsarolling or some weird poetic shit like that
kilnkin id buy a tshirt with that on it probably or at least steal one off a clothesline
headsarolling its always been a dream of mine to have someone steal a tshirt with a quote of mine off a clothesline
kilnkin ive had that one. its one of the biggies you know flying teeth falling out academic nudity
headsarolling i havent had the flyin dream yet i hear its craic tho
kilnkin no idea what that means but sure
headsarolling a craci? *craic its a good time
kilnkin oh i thought it wouldve been a negative if that sounds like a craig you should come cliffdive tomorrow basically the same thing
headsarolling not a fan of the flyin dream? wait u guys were cliffdivin? how did polly not have a heart attack?
kilnkin its ok but when you bust out the irish its normally not so nice lolol he mightve you know. he was just a little glowing speck from up there he was probably clutching his pearls the whole time but he didnt say shit
headsarolling i hadnt notice well maybe ill come back and check it out freakin misha out is always a fun time
headsarolling a craic, if u will
kilnkin lol loving your idea of fun theres ample opportunity to freak people out here but i think fucking off by yourself is really the peak oh man you could probably make the jump without a chaperone too im already jealous and you havent done it yet ):
headsarolling no one seem bothered by my disappearance so far. a very disappointin reaction tbh
headsarolling u tellin me u got a chaperone?
kilnkin its like you hopped out your bedroom window shimmied down the drainpipe and your old lady didnt even notice!! an empty rebellion indeed yeah wolff had to come with n give me a tow back to shore sucked ass but less effort on my part the better really XD
headsarolling one of the downfalls of being hardcore i suppose?
kilnkin unfortunately yes its a tough life but someones gotta do it :| thats my stuff upper lip soldiering on emoticon (:
headsarolling we appreciate ur sacrifice
kilnkin i appreciate your appreciation
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Is This The Last Time?
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Is This The Last Time?
I’m pretty sure I’ve said this before, but 4.5 years old is my favorite age by far. There’s just something about this age that is sweet and wonderful and perfect and silly. Quinn has turned into the most awesome tiny human, and I absolutely love spending our “Quinn and Mumma” days together.
I’ve really started to make it a point to embrace our time together, and I constantly make mental notes of my favorite warm and fuzzy moments. I want to hold onto the memories of Quinn at this age and remember them the best I can. Even still, during these sweet moments, I can’t help but ask myself whether it’s the last time.
As Quinn gets older, there’s certain things that he’s physically too big for, like riding around on the bottom of the cart at Target. Pretty soon, he won’t fit there anymore.
Same goes for his stroller. He barely fits in it now, but when he asked me to take Murphy for a walk with the stroller this afternoon, I didn’t turn him down. (It was his code for wanting to take a nap on the walk.) I covered Quinn with “Geet” and “Noonie” (his blankets), and he fell right to sleep. Was this the last time?
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And playing games. Ok, maybe Quinn will always enjoy playing games (I know Mal and I still do), but he won’t need us to read the rules and set it up. Quinn will need us less and less as the years pass, so it’s hard not to wonder if these moments are truly the last of their kind.
Before Quinn goes to bed at night, we always snuggle on his couch and “talk about our days.” Tonight, we chatted for a little bit, but he was fast asleep within minutes – his head on my chest and his arms draped on either side of me. Being a mom is awesome in so many ways, but these fleeting moments are so bittersweet.
I’m feeling nostalgic, grateful, and full of love as I finish this blog post and head to bed. I know when I’m with Quinn tomorrow, I’ll still wonder whether or not this is the last time, but I also know I’ll cherish and embrace it even more.
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Quinn & Mumma Morning (3.5 Years Old)
I’ve partnered with Wonderful Halos to bring you this blog post. Right now, the brand is hosting a “Good Choice Challenge” to encourage consumers to make good snacking choices by choosing Wonderful Halos over other traditional unhealthy snacks in order to lead a healthier lifestyle. We LOVE Halos in our house and, most days, we’re eating at least a few – if not more – from our fruit bowl. Here’s a peek inside a Quinn and Mumma day and how we incorporate Halos and healthy snacking. As always, thank you for your support!
Quinn “boop-boops” me on the nose, and I’m instantly awake. Whatever dream I had the night before mixed with him poking my nose startled me awake. Haha! Once I figure out what the heck is going on, we head downstairs to see Dada. He’s already in the kitchen making himself breakfast.
Most mornings, I start my day with a glass of iced coffee (+ collagen), but I’m starving. Quinn says he’s hungry too, so I make him breakfast and then grab some Powerseed Protein Overnight Oats from the fridge for myself. Mal finishes his breakfast and heads upstairs for a shower, so Quinn and I eat in the living room, which is a special Friday treat! 🙂
Once I finish my oats, I give Murphy (his middle name is “spoiled”) my empty jar of nut butter. Look at those pug paws!
After breakfast, I get Quinn and myself ready for the day. It’s a “gym day” and we have some fun plans afterward, so I pack some snacks to take with us. We both ate an early breakfast, and we won’t be home until close to lunchtime, so I want to make sure we’re prepared for an active morning. I pack Quinn a couple of his favorite snacks: cheesy crackers and some Wonderful Halo mandarins, which I peel ahead of time for easy access.
Halos are great for sharing and easy to pack in lunches, take on-the-go, and snack on through the day. I also fill his water bottle and place inside his lunchbox. For myself, I fill a shaker with protein powder and then toss a couple of Wonderful Halos in my bag. Boom. Snacks are packed!
Once we’re packed up and ready to go, we say goodbye to Murphy.
And then hop in the car to drive to CrossFit. Of course, we remember to bring “Geet” (Quinn’s blanket) and Elmo, which is a new/old favorite. Quinn mostly likes throwing him in the air and trying to hit the ceiling.
At the gym, I work out while Qman plays with the kids in the childcare room. Class ends about 5 minutes early, so I hang out and chat with friends while I refuel.
My picks: Protein shake + Wonderful Halos, which is the perfect combo of protein + carbs after a workout. At 50 calories each, Wonderful Halos mandarins are a great post-workout snack and an excellent source of vitamin C. I love that Halos are so travel-friendly, sweet, seedless, and easy to peel and eat. It makes post-workout refueling super convenient!
Once I’ve had my post-workout snack, I head into the childcare room to get Quinn. He’s having a blast with the kids, but comes running for a big “Quinn hug.” Even though 3.5 years old is super challenging at times, it’s also so sweet. Qman is such a kind and loving kid.
After the gym, we head straight to Billy Beez, which is Quinn’s FAVORITE place right now. He asks to go just about every other day!
We stay and play for nearly 2 hours before he starts to get hungry and thirsty. We have packed snacks and water in the car, so we leave Billy Beez and head home.
I’m pretty hungry too, so Quinn and I share his snacks on the way home.
Back at home, I reheat some leftovers for lunch. Quinn and I eat together and then he tells me he wants to take a nap. This rarely ever happens, so I tuck him in on the couch and he falls fast asleep.
What a fun morning with my sweet boy. I can’t believe he’s already 3.5 years old. I know I say this all the time, but WHERE does the time go? I’m starting to realize just how quickly he’s growing up, and I’m excited to see him grow, but, man, it hurts my heart knowing that he won’t be small forever. THIS age is truly my favorite so far. I love hanging out with Quinn – just him and me. I truly cherish these days, and I’m glad that I can share some of them with you guys!
Happy holidays, friends!
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