#i want to pinch his lil cheeks and give him oatmeal cookies.

[atopvisenyashill]

top 3 best gothotd child actors:

sophie sansa

leo young aemond

isaac bran

also maddie evans as dyana was good but she only had one scene

HIGHKEY AGREE with maddie evans, that whole sequence is just amazing. i was FEELING it, that was some intense PHYSICAL ACTING for someone that young.

that’s probably how i’d rank them too? sophie and leo are for sure my one and two i’m just not sure about slot three. idk if we’re counting emily carrey, 17 is a baby but like, you don’t even need a permit to work at 17 lmao. that goes the same for the replacement tommen but he was Just Okay so he’s not in this convo anyway lol. everyone else is either like, Good But Not Number Three or a 20 year old playing a 15 year old (ty, millie, harry, jack) so this is ultimately (imo) a contest between bella ramsay, maisie williams, and isaac hempstead wright. bella is amazing but their acting specifically as lyanna is imo not better than isaac or maisie. i think isaac had a harder job than maisie which is probably why i’d put him above her but i haven’t rewatched a season that isn’t 1, 2, or 6 in awhile so i don’t have a hard opinion there.

[spookysanta]

Where Were You In the Morning? (s.m.)

Summary: Mornings in the Mendes family.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

WARNINGS: bad writing

this is just a lil fic i’ve been writing on the side! please continue to vote on my other post! i’m finishing that one up in the next few hours, but that’ll (hopefully) be a fic series that’ll keep me occupied in the coming weeks.

UNEDITED

enjoy if you want :)

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“Good morning, my precious girl.” Shawn cooed to his daughter at eight a.m., the usual time for them to begin their daily shenanigans when he’s home. “How are you today?”

“Mm.” She muttered into his shoulder as he carried her to the changing station in her room, taking off last night’s dirty pamper, using a wipe to wipe her clean, put baby powder on her, and put her in a clean one. “Good.”

He picked her back up again, carrying her to his and his wife’s room, laying her down on their bed in his spot and putting a few pillows around her frame so that she can go back to sleep if she wanted. Then he went into his office, where he calls his “writing room”. Which, ironically, is the room where he writes his music, but he also writes “thank you” letters to venues and event promoters, and plays chess with Cez when he’s absolutely tired of working. 

Back in the bedroom, Angel sat herself up and crawled over the pillow mountain her Daddy made, laying her fluff of chocolatey curls on her Mama’s pillow. “Hi, Mama.” She giggled through her endless wall of hair. 

(Y/N) gently pushed Angel’s hair back with a sleepy smile. “Hello, my love.” 

“Mama, we play today?” 

“Yes, we can play today. Do you want to go to the park?”

Angel’s little hazel eyes widened in excitement. “Park?”

“Yep. Park. We can do swings, the slide, the monkey bars, anything.”

“Daddy come too?” She asked. “Daddy come and push me?”

“Well, how about we ask Daddy after we eat and we’ll see. Okay?”

“Kay. Want “faffles”, Mama.”

“You want waffles for breakfast?” (Y/N) asked the little girl, already certain that waffles with bacon and eggs was what she wanted to eat. That’s what she wants to eat everyday, and sugary oatmeal with strawberries on the rarest of occasions. She picked Angel up and carried her to the kitchen, sitting her in her highchair and giving her some apple juice to keep her (relatively) quiet while (Y/N) cooked for the three of them. She started to fry the bacon in the pan, humming a random tune while her fiancé padded quietly into the kitchen.  She squealed when she felt him hug her from behind and kiss her shoulder. “Hi.”

He took a swift inhale of her hair and drowned in the scent of strawberries and honey. “Hey.” He mumbled, pinching the revealed skin on her hip right by the “S” tattoo in tiny lettering. “Plans for today?”

“Angel wants to go to the park.” She replied, flipping the bacon out of the pan and moving it to the back burner to cool while she started making waffles. “And she very specifically said she wanted her Daddy to come, too.”

“Of course!” His body was still laced in hers and he smiled to himself, kissing her twice--once behind her ear and again on her brown cheek. He really loved this woman with everything he had. Since their third date, he knew that this was the woman he was going to marry; and he liked to think that she knew that as well. They both fell hard and fast, so they dated for four months, said their “I love you”s before his Illuminate tour, and then when he got back, they moved in together. They weren’t married yet and neither of them minded that. He was just grateful she said yes to his proposal in the first place. 

“Why are you all smiley?” She looked over her shoulder and chuckled. 

“I just love you. I’m so lucky to have such an amazing woman by my side.” He squeezed her in his arms a bit longer, then let go before going over to Angel and picking her up out of her highchair. “And I’m so grateful that you gave me my little princess.”

“Daddy,” Angel said, her caramel fingers tangled in his necklace. “Daddy, want fruit.”

“You want some fruit?” (Y/N) asked. “I thought you wanted waffles?”

“Want both.”

“A, you can’t have both.” Shawn replied, getting thr fruit out of the refrigerator anyway. “You have to pick.”

“Both, Daddy.” She whined, kicking her feet lightly. “I put syrup on my fruit.”

He scrunched his face as he put her breakfast on a koala ZooPals plate that (Y/N) kept from her childhood. He put cut up bits of half of a waffle on the big part of the plate, with scrambled eggs in one small part, and strawberries and pineapple pieces in the other. He set the plate in front of her, pouring warm maple syrup over her waffles.. and her fruit.

She really is (Y/N)’s weird ass kid, he thought to himself.

“Tank you!” She exclaimed, not bothering to use a fork and sticking her hands in her plate, as most two-year-olds do.

“You’re welcome, beans.” He kissed her forehead, going back to the stove and making he and (Y/N)’s plates and carrying them to the breakfast bar next to Angel. “Baby, what are you looking for?”

“The Rosé,” She mumbled, fumbling around in the refrigerator. “I want to drink.”

“Here,” He reached past her and grabbed the Dom Perignon and orange juice. “let’s make mimosas instead.”

“Mama!” Angel shouted because she wanted attention, and, like both of her parents, she hated when no one was talking to her for longer than five minutes.

“Yes?” Replied (Y/N) as she poured the champagne nearly to the top of a red Solo cup, splashing the tiniest bit of juice after.

“Want juice, pease. Daddy, juice?”

He took out the orange juice and one of her sippy cups, filling it most of the way with juice and the rest of the way with water so it wasn’t super sweet. “Here, beans.”

“Tanks, Daddy. Lub you.” She hummed right before taking a big sip of her juice, licking her pink lips clean of the residue.

“Love you, too.” He pulled the chair out for his fiancée to sit, sitting down, and picking up a piece of bacon from his plate and crunching it in his mouth. “You excited to play at the park today, Angel?”

“Yeah!” She nodded happily. “Daddy, we go on the “swide”?”

“Yeah, babes, we’ll go down the slide all you want, okay? Me, you, and Mama.”

“And den we go get cookies!”

“Cookies?” (Y/N) perked up from slurping her half-assed mimosa. “Beans, you didn’t say anything about cookies.”

“Mama, want cookies after. Daddy get one too.”

“Well, thanks for your generosity.” Shawn snorted to himself. “Glad I’m allowed to participate.”

“Mm. We’ll have to think about that, beans, because we have ice cream here, remember? Daddy bought some when he went to the store last week.”

“Chocolate?” She stared at Shawn’s bacon. “Daddy.....bite?”

He groaned. “Do you want your own piece?”

She shook her head. “No, Daddy, just some yours.”

He got up from his seat, breaking a piece of the bacon (reluctantly), and dropping it in her mouth after her doing that “aaaaahhhh” thing that toddlers do. “There. Happy?”

“Yesh. Nummy, Daddy. I have one?” She asked right as he sat back down.

“Yeah, honey.” He got back up (reluctantly) and got her half of a strip of bacon, breaking it into four pieces for her to munch on. “There you go, bunny.”

“Tank you, Daddy. Lub you lots.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Lub you, Mama.” She said with a strawberry bit in her mouth. “Lub you so much.”

“Love you too, bugs.”

After breakfast, they’d cleaned up the kitchen. Then (Y/N) took Angel to get washed up and dressed while Shawn did the dishes, setting the toddler on she and Shawn’s bed while she herself got dressed. It was hot today; so she figured she could wear a sundress.

Shawn came upstairs, going into the bathroom and turning on the shower. While it was heating up, he went to their shared dresser to pick out jeans and a t-shirt to wear, and a pair of boxer briefs to go underneath. He put the ensemble on the bed in front of Angel, who was quickly getting sleepy from being full. “Bunny?” He asked her. “You okay?”

“I tired, Daddy.” She rubbed her eye. “Park still?”

“You don’t wanna lay down for a little bit before we go, beans? So that way you won’t be sleepy at the park.” (Y/N) suggested as she brushed her hair into a puff.

“Wanna go now, Mama.” She whined with heavy eyes.

“Alright.” Shawn sighed. “But if we go and you’re asleep in the car, we’re coming home and it’ll be nap time for you.”

She whined again, turning her head away from him because she heard something she didn’t want to hear from her Daddy, the king of giving her what she wants because she said so. “Daddy, park.”

“Okay, bugs, okay. But I mean it! When we get there and you’re sleepies in the car, Daddy’s turning the car around—“

“But Daddy, I sleepies now.” She emphasized, as if her being sleepy now would prevent her from being sleepy in the car.

“You sure you don’t wanna lay down for a bit?” (Y/N) sat next to Angel on the bed, rubbing her back soothingly. “It’s okay if you want to.”

“Mm mm, Mama.” She shook her head lazily. “Wanna go now.”

“Okay, bugs. Daddy’s getting in the shower now, okay? Be right back.” Shawn mumbled, tossing a towel over his shoulder, going into the bathroom, and closing the door with a ‘click!’ of the lock because Angel’s a master of opening doors and wreaking havoc on whatever was taking place on the other side of the door without a care.

(Y/N) got comfortable on the bed next to Angel, the little girl crawling up into her Mama’s lap and laying down on her chest. “Mama?” said Angel quietly, breaking the silence.

“Yes?” Replied (Y/N), looking down at the toddler who was fiddling the hem of her Mama’s sundress.

“Lub you.” She kissed the skin on her Mama’s collarbone, above the breast. “Mwah.”

“I love you too, baby.” She peppered kisses all over the little girl’s face and neck, making the child giggle sleepily.

Moments passed and Shawn soon emerged from the bathroom, body wrapped at the hips with a white cotton towel, then looked over at his two favorite girls snuggled on the bed together, asleep. “Of course.” He chuckled woth a shake of his head, putting on a pair of sweatpants and laying down next to them. He kissed their foreheads, and Angel’s eyes squinted open, ger gead sitting up.

“Daddy, park later?”

He nodded, gently setting her head back down, shushing her quietly so she wouldn’t wake her Mama. “Yes, baby. Park later.”

“Kay.”