#it’s funny to me because at no point was I into playing house or babydolls as a child.

[cakeyouareoh]

All the talk about siblings has got me wondering if a certain experience is a common phenomenon or not.

Did you, providing you had younger siblings with let’s say an at least 5 yr age gap between you and them, have a younger sibling that was your “baby”? (aka you wanted to hold them all the time, dress them up, get them up from naps, basically just treat them like your own kid. Not necessarily in a kid-who-is-super-nurturing-and-into-baby-dolls way, just that you were super attached.)

A reblog to reach more people would be nice, if you’d like :).

[future-dregs]

Ep. 1 & 2 Bullet Points

I was gonna post my thoughts about the episodes in real time, but then I got caught up in it and didn't do that. So now, I'm summarizing.

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Sam had houseplants in his windowsill.

Can't decide if Dean was pacing around and making noise to test Sam/give him a heads up and see how he'd react, or if that was just him being a kinda inexperienced kid.

I like that Sam was fighting with his whole body. Like, he brought his feet and legs into it. Comes across more genuine that just punching. (Also his little end of spar pat on Dean's arm? Mwah. Falling back into the rhythms already.)

Sam kept his hand scythe. In the house. Didnt leave it as far behind you claimed baby. Because as Dean said, you know what's out there.

That's two "Sammy"s, an arm across the back of the diner booth and an in unison talking moment in close succession. Dean's playing for keeps.

John fucking Winchester. Freaked out by a vengeful womans spirit for real, or ninth level cat and mousing your kids?

Dean getting thrown and pressed over the hood of the car and his "squeal like a pig" comment are stacking up in my brain. Debating about if I wanna make a sexual abuse post or not.

Also, people have been saying from the day the show aired, but that is the second time Dean carried him out.

I dont want to talk much about Mary right now, theres some episodes in later seasons with her that I havent seen, so I dont feel I have enough contact to say something accurate. But I will say this- she knew better, and she should've done better, cause it ALL comes back to her and what she did and didnt do. She doomed her family, and everyone who touched them.

I think Dean was circling around to try again. In hindsight we know he was hanging out for hours before coming in (and oh how bitter bitter it is to see him young and "careless" like that, and have to amend it knowing how very very frightened he actually was) so I think it stands to reason that Dean would skulk around a little longer afterward as well.

Episode 2!

First off, really like that Sam's dream, though still with that beautiful early season low saturation, has more color, and brighter colors (pink in the bouquet, red candles, ect) than the real world does.

Also very funny to see Dean being the one who wants to open up and talk about feelings, and dealing with loss in a healthy way.

Also Dean offering the car to Sam for comfort because that's how Dean feels in control and comforted is killing me.

"Lookit this friggin bear!" My love my love I'm kissing you on the face.

Y'know you never see those shell necklaces anymore? But they kinda rocked.

Also I'm not gonna get pedantic about them getting the mythos wrong (don't get used to it, I LOVE being pedantic, esp with things I actually know about), so I'm not gonna mention it again, but oh! they got the mythos wrong.

Now. I've mentioned this briefly before, but its intriguing to me that in an episode about a corrupting hunger, we see Sam start down the path of vengeance AND get horny over his brother. He's growing enamored with Dean again, and he's watching him when he interacts with other people, looking for threats. Both physical, and not.

(I have a whole separate post in the works about Sam standing bodily between the victims and the threat, but suffice to say, babydoll I love you and you chosen efforts towards goodness from the bottom of my heart.)

Back to above point. Girl of the week kisses Dean's cheek, Sam comes over, sits on that side of him, and stares at that spot on Dean's cheek until he gives him the keys.

Fly by night away from here/change my life again/fly by night goodbye my dear - they knew how to use their music for effect. Also my introduction to Rush, years ago. Thanks guys.

So I think that about covers the thoughts I thunk while watching. Next time I'll try to at least make active notes if I'm not live blogging through it.

[a3theatrejunkie]

Don’t be silly Wrap your Willy!

Hanasaki Private Academy, St. Flora Middle School, and Ouka High school Students have to take care of a baby for a school project. For more context look at this post

Hanasaki Private Academy- They got robot baby dolls

St. Flora Middle School- They got Eggs. Each of the eggs have the St. Flora logo printed on it to prevent students from 

Ouka High School- Got bags of flour to be made into a baby,just random bags of flour.

SPRING TROUPE-  

Masumi is doing pretty well with the baby, she doesn’t cry much.(That’s because you have your headphones in. dumbass.) He gets a full nights sleep too. (That’s because Tsuzuru is usually up and takes care of her out of habit.)Tries to get the director to marry him this way. “Please. I’m a single father. My daughter needs a strong role model.” “Her name is Izuumi. Get it? It’s our names put together.” He and Sakuya talk about their children like their real.

Sakuya is baby and now he has a baby too. His child’s name is Romeo, he couldn’t think of anything else. He has a realistic experience with the baby, late night feeding, baby crying during rehearsal, and struggling to budget with a new member. Grows attached to the baby fast, his own little baby, his family. Doesn’t want to seem rude but gets nervous when other members of  Mankai holds his baby. “O-okay but take his burp cloth! and make sure his neck is supported. A-and!....” “Sakuya I’ve got like 12 younger brothers.” He cried when the assignment was over.

Itaru “Can we get an ‘F’ in the chat?” He remembers having one of those robot babies,their annoying and cut into his free time. Apparently you can use a strong magnet to mess up the sensors and get an easy A. Haphazardly holds the babies to play video games, He’s never been asked to hold the babies since.

“Sakuya...Masumi...” Tsuzuru worries about him getting too attached to the baby and Masumi using the baby to flirt with the director. Gave both of them some old baby clothes so they wouldn't have to buy any.

Citron loves the new members of the Spring troupe! He gives... interesting advice. “Do not worry! I’ve helped over a thousand woman and a thousand elephants give birth!” :D

SUMMER TROUPE- 

Yuki made cute little clothes for his egg and carries it in an equally cute basket. He was actually excited for this project so he could practice making children clothes but unfortunately St. Flora gave them eggs instead of the dolls. His child is named Omelette, because that’s what’s their gonna be after the project is over. While creating a budget as part of the care assignment spent over $400 of clothing. 

Muku keeps forgetting his egg everywhere he goes, he’s doing his best. His egg has a little crown on top of their head. The eggs name is Endymion, he’s gonna grow up to be the best prince ever. A some point  he forgot where his egg was and accidentally knocked it off his desk. It broke. Muku cried, the Summer troupe held a funeral and the egg prince is buried in the Mankai courtyard. He didn’t fail since he completed all the budgeting, and other sidework that came with the project but lost a good chunk of points.

Tenma is adjusting. “Why can’t I just hire a nanny? It’s in my budget.” “Well what are the chances you’ll actually become a famous actor?” “???....?!...?!?......” Anyway he hates having to carry this stupid bag of flour, the paparazzi is gonna have a field day with this. Named his child Tenma Jr. and he’s also gonna become an actor. Tenma practically spent all of his budget on luxury items, designer clothes, foreigner cars, and a million dollar house. Forgets about utilities, “What the hell is rent???”  Not adjusting well. Doesn’t help that Yuki calls his child, Hack Jr.

Kazunari- LOL! He remembers having to do that when he was still in grade school. He ‘Babysits’ while the younger actors are working or doing a scene. He’s the best uncle ever! #Blessed💖💖💖💖 Offered to redraw the ST. Flora logo onto a store bought egg when Muku’s broke, but Muku’s an honest prince, so he and Yuki decorated a coffin for the funeral.

“Poor Muku, You’re egg broke but it became a bunch of mini triangles!” Misumi didn’t help much. 

AUTUMN TROUPE-

Surprising or not, Sakyo is the most serious about the assignment. “Children are expensive and time consuming.”  Whether It’s a bag of flour or a robot doll, Sakyo makes the students of Autumn troupe take proper care of the children.He helps the students that need to make budget though.

“Hyodo if you don’t get get you child off the damn floor i’m calling your school and reporting you for Negligence.”

“I don’t know Nanao, are you gonna pay me to watch your child?”

“SETTSU!??! YOU CANNOT TAKE YOUR CHILD APART!”

Worst Grandpa ever

Omi is a little more helpful, but he agrees with Sakyo that this is an important assignment. While in school he totally bombed the assignment, but as an ex- delinquent he’s seen a few people start families waaaayy too young, It’s very stressful. Doesn’t want that for any of the Autumn Troupe. He’s willing to hold onto to the babies free of charge. Nice Grandma, probably gonna turn her grandkids into dinner

Taichi is already on thin ice with his school, he turned his flour baby into a monster child,(Ya know the little monster character he’s always drawing)

“Haven’t you seen Alien?!?!?”

Now he has the struggles of raising an alien child as a single father in highschool. “His name is Zognoid XJ-9″ 

It was fun at first for Banri, a new challenge approaches, but now the Baby is cutting in on his gaming time and what ever else it is he does. It hard to be a tough guy when your carrying a doll around. Considered taking out the batteries, but if Sakyo found out he’d fail the project. His baby is named Majima.

Juza was kind of excited for the project, maybe it would make him seem less intimidating, but no, it seems he’s gotten into more fights due to this sack of flour than before. No matter he’ll project this baby with his life, he calls her pudding. All was well until fuckin’ Settsu started calling his daughter a ‘cocaine baby’ Juza threw a few insults back and Banri punched him...in the baby. Flour went everywhere. Juza saw red. He grabbed Banri’s babydoll and though him outside into the street. People saw. Thought it was a real baby. The police were called. Sakyo had to call in A LOT of favors and explain it was just a doll. Both him and Settsu nearly failed and got chewed out by Sayko for almost ruining the companies image. 

They had separate funerals, once again buried in the Mankai court yard

BONUS! WINTER TROUPE-

Tsumugi thinks its great the kids are learning responsibility and that childcare is no joke. Brought flowers to the funerals.

“Oh! THE WOAHS OF CHILDREN, BUT THE LOVE OF A LITTLE JOY YOU TAKEN INTO TO YOUR SOUL.” Homare find this amusing and inspirational. He remembers his egg project and how- blahblahblah. Gave nice loooooong eulogies during all the funerals.

Azuma thinks it’s funny, he’s old so he never had to experience the baby project. Although the sight of seeing these new families makes him a little sad. Better drink some sake.

Tasuku “What the fuck is wrong with y’all.”

 Hisoka I’m Sleep.

[star-spangled-steve]

His New Partner

Chapter 41: The Bargaining

Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2736

Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of the Reader’s period, fluff, light angst, grieving, light cussing.

A/N: Not much to say this time, just thank you to everyone who’s waited patiently for these updates!

The passage of time has always been a funny thing. Some moments, usually the ones that you want to last, go by so quickly. One moment you’re falling into the arms of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, the next he’s asking you out, and the next you’re getting married. Though other moments, usually the ones that you want to pass as quickly as possible, tend to linger. Dreadfully. Like the time when your son gets turned into ashes, or when you find out that there’s no hope of getting him back. Those moments are the worst.

It had been a little over three years since the snap. Two years since Steve and Y/N had decided to get a house away from the Compound. One year since the woman had found her husband brutally hitting his punching bag after having a nightmare about Thanos; though, that had definitely happened more than once. The time was going by slowly, that was for sure. But they were handling it. As best as they could, at least.

Tonight was the night of their Sixth Wedding Anniversary; September 12th, 2021. It seemed like just yesterday they were in 2015, reciting their vows and saying their ‘I Dos’ in front of all their friends and family. Though at the same time, it had felt like a million years ago.

“After you, m’lady.” Steve playfully spoke as he opened up the front door to their home, allowing Y/N to walk in ahead of him.

“Why thank you, kind sir.” She quipped back, grinning at his cheesiness as she walked inside.

The couple had spent the night at a high-class restaurant in the city, luckily not disturbed by any fans or paparazzi. Y/N had worn a stunning lavender coloured dress and Steve wore a stylish navy blue suit. They had looked like they were straight out of a fairytale. And for one of the first nights in a while, they had felt like they were straight out of a fairytale too.

Everything had gone perfectly, from the food, to the gifts, to the smooth ride home, and their night was only getting started.

“Stevie!” The young woman squealed out, covering her backside with her hand. Just upon entering the threshold, her husband had sent a teasing smack to her butt, and she couldn’t help but giggle. “What was that for?”

“Are you kidding?” The man smirked. “I’ve been waiting to do that all night.” He watched as his wife blushed and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her close to his chest. “That dress just hugs your ass so perfe-”

“Uh... language.” Y/N interrupted him with a grin.

Steve shook his head and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh you little...” Within a second he had spun them around and pinned her against the door, looking down at her with a certain desire in his eyes. “What game are you trying to play here tonight, babydoll?”

The woman instantly sighed, beginning to frown a little. “Unfortunately, none.” She rested her head against the door, looking annoyed as ever. “I started my period today.”

The man’s face instantly fell, and he let out a loud groan. “Seriously?” His wife nodded and he pointed a stern finger down at her nether regions. “You need to stop coming at the worst of times.” He chastised, making Y/N laugh.

“Believe me, honey, I’ve been telling it that for many years.”

Steve took a couple steps back, finding no use in keeping her pressed against the door if it was going to go nowhere. He noticed that his wife looked slightly guilty.

“I’m sorry that I ruined the mood.” She spoke disappointedly.

“No, no, no.” The man shook his head, taking her hand in his own and leading her farther into their house. “You did no such thing. It’s not like you can control your cycle.”

“I guess.” Y/N said, taking off the high-heel shoes that were just killing her feet by this time of night. “So what do you wanna’ do now?”

“I’ll tell you what,” Steve began, “you go upstairs, change into something more comfortable, and I’ll set us up some blankets outside. We can lay back and watch the sunset together. How does that sound?” He proposed, seeing a large smile start to form on his girl’s beautiful face.

“That sounds awesome, Stevie.” She stepped on her tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his lips before heading up the stairs, her husband staring at her form as she ascended and feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

Y/N took off her bodycon dress and replaced it for a pair of comfy pink pyjamas, taking off her makeup and putting her hair up in a high ponytail. Though after she put her shawl and stilettos away in the closet of their bedroom, her eyes fell upon a box that she and Steve could have a lot of fun looking through tonight.

*****

“Now what do you got there, sweetheart?” Her husband, now stripped of his suit jacket and tie, asked her as soon as she walked outside on the pool deck.

He had made their backyard up quite nicely, multiple layers of blankets on the grass and a couple throw pillows to accompany. There was also a couple bowls of Y/N’s favourite snacks, and the woman felt so grateful that he had put this together for her so quickly.

“Steve, this looks great.” She practically melted, heading down the stairs until she could reach him, bare feet on the grass. She put the box down next to the blankets before giving him a big hug, pressing a couple kisses to his clothed chest. “You always spoil me on our anniversary. Actually, you spoil me every day.”

Steve grinned, resting his chin on her head, stroking up and down her back. “Don’t give me too much credit. I just like making you happy.” He felt her nuzzle her head even further into his embrace, and his heart swelled with love. “So what’s in the box?” He asked again, realizing that she still hadn’t given him an answer.

Y/N separated from his embrace, going over to the box and taking the lid off. “See for yourself.” She stated before sitting down on the blankets, making herself comfortable.

Steve picked up the box and sat down next to her, placing it in between them and looking inside. “Our scrapbooks!” He exclaimed.

“Yup!” The woman grinned. “I figured we could look through these together. I don’t know, it’s kinda’ fun.”

“Absolutely.” Her husband chuckled before pulling one of the four out of the box.

“Our wedding!” Y/N cheered. “Oh, I love this one. So beautiful.” She marvelled, running her fingers down the silky white cover.

“I know.” Steve agreed. He moved the box out of the way so that they could snuggle closer, wrapping his arm around her waist.

She opened the book and they began flipping through, reminiscing about how wonderful that night was.

“Tony.” Y/N snorted, pointing to the picture of Stark holding her lacy white thigh garter. They had played the wedding game where the groom takes off the brides garter with his teeth in front of everybody, before throwing it into the crowd of unmarried men to indicate who would next be married. And well, Tony was the lucky guy who had caught it. “He started freaking out. Remember? Funny because he’s happily married now.”

Steve chuckled at the memory. “Didn’t you take it back from him and put it back on, though?”

“Yeah.” Y/N spoke sheepishly. “I wanted to keep it as a memory. And he was being weird with it anyways.”

What they saw on the next page made the both of them audibly laugh out loud, looking at a funny picture of Thor with cake all around his mouth.

“He ate like four pieces of that cake!” The woman giggled, remembering just how loud the burp he had let out was.

“Actually it was five.” Her husband corrected, making her laugh even harder. Steve enjoyed watching her be so carefree like this. It was rare for her these days.

The couple had continued to flip through their wedding book for a while, looking back at memories such as Sam’s Best Man speech, Natasha’s Maid of Honour speech, their delicious menu, and the many pictures of them dancing the night away.

Soon they had moved on to a couple other books, such as their honeymoon photos one and the one filled with a whole bunch of photos from when they were dating. There was another scrapbook inside the house, the A.J. scrapbook, but Y/N hadn’t looked at it in years. She just couldn’t bring herself to.

The books were beautifully made by a woman Y/N had hired, knowing that she could probably never put together something that crafty on her own. She had only made one of them; the one that she had given Steve for the Two Year Anniversary of them dating, the same night that he had proposed. It looked nowhere near as professional as the others, but just knowing that it was his precious wife who had put it together made it Steve’s favourite one.

It was the last one in the box, and the man had just pulled it out.

“Look at this one.” He whistled and Y/N blushed, seeing her own artwork.

“I haven’t seen this in forever.” She stated, running her fingers over the title ‘Steve Rogers’ Memories’.

Steve smirked. “I have.”

“You have?”

He nodded. “I look at this one all the time.” He placed the book in her lap, opening up the cover. “I might have even added a few things.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

Her husband just nudged his chin towards the book, urging her to keep flipping.

She made her way through many pages, looking at all of the adorable pictures of Steve from when he was growing up. It wasn’t until she got to the last quarter of the book when she stopped flipping, looking up at her man lovingly. “These weren’t here before.” She softly pointed out, referring to the several photos of Steve and herself that lined the pages.

“I added them.” He told her, fondly staring at the pictures of them together. “The book is called ‘Steve Rogers’ Memories’. You think that you, the most important aspect of my life, wouldn’t be in there?”

The woman gulped, giving him a teary-eyed smile. “Aww, Stevie.”

“You’re crying?” He chuckled, bringing a hand up to her face to cradle it.

She shrugged, letting out a little laugh of her own. “Hormones.”

Steve placed a chaste peck on her lips, followed by another and another before pulling away. “You’re so cute.”

They turned back to the book and looked through all of the things that he had added, astonished at how quickly a lot of that time had gone by.

It was then, in that intimate, sunset-filled moment when Y/N realized something. So many of the photos in that album had been taken over 80 years ago. Taken in a time where Steve never even expected to see the twenty-first century, being so sickly and all. Taken in a time where the heroes and villains of today were things that couldn’t even have been dreamed of. It made her realize that truly, anything could happen in their future. Even the wildest of things could be possible.

“Steve.” She spoke in a sudden serious tone, making his ears perk up.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

The woman closed the scrapbook, placing it back in the box with the others. “I just had a thought. Don’t call me crazy, but-”

“I would never call you crazy.” The man told her, causing her to peer up at him.

She took a deep breath. “Okay, uhm, I know that we’ve discussed how... uh, A.J. isn’t going to be coming back.”

He nodded his head. “Yeah.”

“But listen, just hear me out. I think there’s still hope.”

Steve sighed. “Sweetie,” he took her hands in his own, “please don’t do this to yourself again.”

“I’m serious.” Y/N insisted. “Just think about it. Think about... everything that’s ever happened to you. Everything in our lives, your life especially, has been a series of almost impossible events falling into place.”

“Y/N-”

“You waking up after everybody thought that you had died. You surviving the Battle of New York; meeting me in the Battle of New York. Winning the Battle of Washington, D.C., the Battle of Sokovia. Both of us surviving the snap.” She listed on and on, the words coming out of her mouth before her brain could even catch up. “It all seems like it would be impossible, but it happened.”

The man sighed again. “N/N, a lot of that is the result of me having the super soldier serum.”

“Once again!” She exclaimed. “The fact that you were the one he chose for the serum… it all led to here.” The woman took a shaky breath, trying to make him see where she was coming from. “If you compare it to everything else, A.J. coming back doesn’t seem too crazy.”

Steve internally began to worry. He hated seeing her give herself false hope like this. “Baby,” he began, “not that you don’t have a point, because you do, but I think that you should try and stop thinking that way. I don’t want you to get your hopes up for nothing, sweetheart.”

“But what if it’s not for nothing? What if-”

“That’s exactly what you shouldn’t be thinking. ‘What if’ is only going to take you so far. ‘What if’ very rarely becomes a reality.” He watched as her shoulders slumped and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. “I love your optimistic way of thinking. One of my favourite things about you is how you’re like a little ray of sunshine. But Y/N, you’re bargaining with yourself right now. And I’d hate to see you get even more hurt in the end.”

His wife let out a small sigh, beginning to tear up again. “Shit. You’re right.” She hung her head, avoiding eye contact. “I’m sorry for bringing all this up. I sound like a lunatic and I ruined the mood again.”

The man shook his head. “No you don’t and no you didn’t. Remember what you told me? It’s healthy to express your emotions.”

Y/N shrugged. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”

“Hey, look at me.” Steve instructed, smiling when she looked up at him hesitantly. “This is the most important thing that you have to remember: no matter what, if he does come back somehow or he doesn’t, we will be okay. You will be okay. I know how hard it is, but life will continue on and you will find other things to be happy about. Alright?”

She nodded her head. “Alright. You’re right, once again.” She shifted so that she was straddling his lap and gave him a big hug, tucking her face in his shoulder. “Thank you, Stevie. You always make me feel better.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He quipped, running his hands up and down her back comfortingly. “You always make me feel better too.” Steve felt her smile into the crook of his neck and grinned to himself. “I love you, baby girl.”

Y/N hugged him even tighter, not wanting to let go. “I love you too.”

The man laid them down so that she was still straddling him, wrapped around him like a koala bear. They stayed like that until she fell asleep and then he carried her upstairs, tucking her in their bed before going back outside to clean up.

Later, as he was putting the scrapbook box back in their closet, he turned around to his sleeping wife and thought to himself about how beautiful she was. And then, for the tenth time that day and the millionth time since he’d met her, Steve looked up at the ceiling, thanking whatever God or Gods were up there for giving him the gift that was Y/N.

They had been through a lot in all of the years that they had known each other, and the man was certain of one thing. Whatever they went through in the future, they would always have each other’s backs, and they would always come out of it stronger than they were before. He would make sure of it.

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As long as you don’t question why, what was is? 1,600? people are living together or at least like 8 of them, this’ll  make sense.

Thatch and Reader are indeed together in this fyi

Thatch X Reader

“What are you doing?” asked Edward Newgate or ‘pops’, as all of his kids called him. “Taping pigeon heads to all of Thatch’s faces,” I replied as I continued to deface their family  photo wall, “I wanna see how long it takes for him to notice.” Stopping my movements, I turn to face him, “It’s fine, right? It’s only for a little while.” Pops laughs, amused by our shenanigans. “It’s fine, my child.” Pops walked past me to his study.

Thatch and I have been pranking each other ever since I put Viagra in his drink while we were playing poker with some of his brothers then left him to deal with the embarrassment by himself. At the time, when Ace and I found it while looking through Marco’s things we’d thought it would make a funny prank.

Let me explain. Marco, one of Thatch’s brothers, is a doctor; or at least that was his reason for why he had the Viagra in the first place. That excuse was absolute bull and all three of us knew it. Anyway, Ace, another brother of the many Thatch has, and I were being little shits as per-usual. We were going through Marco’s things, waiting for him to give in and let us borrow his car like he always does, after we annoy him for a little while. We told him we just wanted to take it for a spin, but we really wanted to race each other and learn how to do wheelies. He knew it would be something stupid like this; that’s why he was trying not to relent this time.

Honestly, I’d found it really funny at the time, so I laughed about it once I found the little bottle of pills. 

“What’cha find?” Ace walked over from where he was looking, so he could get a better look at what was in my hand. 

“Pffft. I didn’t know you needed help getting it up, bro.” Ace chortled out, making Marco, who was on his bed trying to ignore us with his computer, shoot up and at us.

“I-I have these because … because I’m a doctor,” Marco stammered out with deflating confidence, “I have pills laying around everywhere.”

“Well, that’s concerning,” I send him a shit-eating grin.

“Here,” he defeatedly tossed Ace his keys. 

We couldn't contain either of our laughter after Marco pushed us both out, telling us to just leave him alone then slammed the door on us. 

“Did you see how red his face was?” Ace asked between giggles. “It’s ‘cus I’m a doctor,” I mockingly parroted before falling back into a fit of laughter, “yea right.” Suddenly our hysterics were interrupted by a loud banging from the other side of Marco’s door. Hurriedly, we got up and ran downstairs before he decided to take back his keys.

Downstairs Ace turned to me to gloat about what he’d stolen. “Look what I got,” he thrusted the bottle of pills in my face, devil horns practically growing on his head with the devious scheme he must have gotten. As fun as it is to go along with his antics, he left himself wide open. How could I not poke fun at him? I’d be a terrible best friend if I didn't take advantage of this wondrous opportunity. 

“You took the Viagra? Didn’t think you were that old,” I chortled at him with a shit-eating grin on my face. Closing the distance between us, I lowered my voice, “you need a cane too?”

Ace glared at me as he shoved his hand on my face and pushed me away, “No! Not because of that!”

“Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, gramps.” I continued to mock his growing agitation, “really seem defensive about it though.”

“Shut up,” he huffed, “ I just thought it would be a funny prank.” 

“Getting someone hard is...funny to you?” I clasped both of my hands in front of my mouth before pointing them at him, a pity-filled look on my face. “Do you need some help? ‘Cus I think we can find a good thera-”

“You’re not funny, shut up.” Ace rushed to grab one of the couch cushions before throwing it at me. “I’m serious, Ace! I’m here if you n-” He threw another pillow at my face. “Oi! I'm trying to be a good friend!” Giggling, I picked up both pillows and hurled them back at him.

Our little pillow fight was short-lived; we had to stop when Vista came in and yelled at us to clean up the mess we’d just made. Though our fun may have been killed, the wheels were turning in Ace’s head. He whispered to me that he had a plan and to just go along with what he did; then LEFT ME TO CLEAN THE WHOLE MESS BY MYSELF. It wasn’t much but there was no need to tell me to go along with anything if he was just gonna leave me. Betrayal? Payback? Backstabbing? Who knows but by the time he came back there was a change of plans.

Ace wanted to do a bit of gambling. And what's best for that? Poker. He invited some of the others in the house to come play with us, making sure to invite two of the biggest gamblers here. Jozu and the man of the hour, Thatch. Those two were crucial to our plan happening because not only were they two hard-headed to let the other win, they also had this weird gambling rivalry going on. Before the game, I’ll slip some of the pills into Thatch’s drink and then fold. Leaving him to choose between admitting defeat to Jozu or to keep being stubborn to the bitter end. 

To make sure our plan went perfectly I was sent to gather the drinks and snacks for the game while Ace was standing guard with the others; waiting for my return, stopping them from going into the kitchen until the deed was done. Can’t say it didn’t irritate me a little. Here I am walking with a shit-ton of chips and dip, making a second trip for the seven drinks, but I digress. 

It didn’t take long for me to get everything together and slip the aphrodisiac into Thatch’s drink; now everything is in place. All that’s left is to take my seat and wait for the fated time.

--

About halfway through the game, I felt Thatch slip his hand between my legs. Resting it just below my sex; roughly gripping my thigh as he uncomfortably shifted in his seat. A sign from him that he wanted to move somewhere to be together for a while, but before he could get the chance to pull us away from the game I so casually remembered that Marco had lent us his car keys and folded.

“You guys are just too good at this,” I fake pouted, throwing my hand in. Two games in and never even came close to beating the gambling addicts of the table.

“Hey, Ace. Didn’t Marco give you his car keys earlier? Let’s take it for a spin before he regrets it.” I pulled away from Thatch’s grip to go stand by Ace. 

“Didn’t take you for a sore loser, Y/N” Vista commented, “Weren’t you guys the ones  who wanted to play poker in the first place?” Jozu remarked giving us both a side glance. “Yepp,” Ace chimed in, popping the ‘p’ for added effect. “But before he regrets it we gotta go now. He rarely lets us borrow his car,” shrugging he got up to leave.

“He lets you borrow it all the time,” Jozu accused him, smelling something fishy about the whole situation. He can be too intuitive for his own good, but considering what we’re doing, I doubt he’d be able to figure out what’s happening. I hope…. 

Ignoring the accusation all together Ace, an excited Haruta who was yelling about joining us, and I followed him out. 

“Give it up. Marco let him borrow it until he scratched it last month; I’m surprised he even let them borrow it this time.” Rakuyo said after we’d left, doubling the amount he’d put in, full confidence on his hand. “Really? That was such a nice car too. Wonder how he convinced Marco to let him borrow it again.” Vista chimed in, engrossed more in his cards than the conversation.

“They’re definitely up to something though,” Jozu gave the quiet Thatch a side glance, taking his silence as a bad hand. “Oh, yeah. Definitely. Those two together are always up to something.” The statement was shared by all of them. They knew too well than to give us the benefit of the doubt.

Thatch finally decided to speak up as well. “Actually, I think I still have some paperwork to do so I should probably…” he pushed his chair back, hoping that when he got up he'd be able to hide his erection from the group. “Chickening out, are you thatch?” Teased Jozu, “couldn't even finish the game like a man, but I understand if your beginner's luck has run out. But stick around and I’ll show you a good hand.”

Eye twitching and unable to drop the gambling rivalry the two had going, Thatch scooted his chair back in with uncomfortable determination and the stubbornness that outmatched his girlfriend’s, “beginner? I’ve played this for longer than you have. If you could stop running your mouth maybe you’d have a better chance to beat me, but until then I won’t let you have such an easy win.”

--

Normally their games last a bit longer but after an hour or so I got a call on my phone. Guess he couldn’t keep it up for much longer. 

“It's Thatch,” I made a motion for Haruta to lower the music. “What's he want? Did he lose Jozu and came to cry to you about it?”

“I’d know if you’d give me a second to answer,” I put the phone up to my ear and a finger to my lips so that he’d shut it for a second.

On the other side of the line, I was greeted with Thatch’s needy lust-filled voice. “Hey, babydoll. You should hurry back here,” He breathed heavily on the receiver before grunting. “I want you on your hands and knees, begging to suck on my co-”

“I'm gonna stop you right there, you're on speaker” I interrupted him, my face beet red, one more word from him and I’d spontaneously combust. Thatch sputtered on the other end “O-oi take me off speaker.” I laughed at his expense. He wasn't really on speaker, but he didn't need to know that.

On my end, Haruta was looking at Ace for answers, but he was too busy laughing his ass off, already knowing what kind of call I'd gotten. “Hey tell me what’s happening! Don’t just laugh!” Haruta whined at Ace, but all he could do was say bits and pieces of the story amidst his laughter. Leaving him Haruta put together what he’d heard. Once he finally understood he made a disgusted face. “Gross! Thank god you actually didn’t have it on speaker,” the all too innocent Haruta said, trying not to think what his brother could have possibly said to me.

Thatch later found out what I had done because blabber-mouth Haruta went home to tell loose-lipped Rakuyo about what had happened. Rakuyo, having thought it was funny, told everyone else, much to Thatch’s dismay. And thus the pranks started.

At first, Ace was in on it too; up until he fell off a tree trying to drop spilled milk balloons on me and fractured his wrist. Pranks were banned for a while but soon continued when Thatch connected party poppers to the door so when I opened it they would go off in my face. In retaliation, I put a lot of food dye in his coke bottle so his mouth would turn black. He changed the password to my phone with a clue as the lock screen background. The answer was the beginning lyrics to the song ‘baby shark’.

Once I'd managed to get in I found that he'd downloaded a ‘shark theme’ into my phone. Then later I found out he also put the shark theme as my ringtone. I got him back for that, then he did the same. we kept going back and forth in a never-ending cycle up until we got to this point.

Finishing up putting pigeon heads on Thatch’s pictures, except for one that was a chicken head, I taped a drawing that I’d made to the back of the chicken headed Thatch picture. I’m sure he thought he’d won when the pranks ‘stopped’ though he’d soon find out why.

About two weeks it took him to notice. I’d come over to help Izo with some things when out of nowhere we hear ‘what the hell? Y/N!’

Giggling I waited with Izo to see what he’d do, and he didn’t disappoint. He hadn’t known that I’d come over so he gave me a call. “Hey there, love of my life. How are-”

 “Y/n did you put-”

“It's rude to interrupt someone, babe. But yes, yes I did.” I pause for dramatic effect, “almost two weeks it took you to notice.” I hung up on him, opting to yell the last part up the stairs so that he could hear it from where he was, “you should check behind the chicken!”

Thatch's P.O.V.

After they’d hung up I didn’t expect to hear their voice yell at me to look for a chicken, so I may have jumped up a bit. Regaining my composure I yelled back “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Stop yelling,” Jozu came out of Pop’s study with him in tow.

“Maybe check the pigeons you failed to notice for half a month?” Pop’s gave his input as he walked away from both of us. “Did everyone notice them except for me?” I asked rhetorically, irritated at my lack of observance.

 “Yes, we did,” Jozu pointed at a picture that was on the far right of the wall. That must be the infamous chicken headed Thatch. I lifted it off the wall, feeling a piece of paper crinkle behind the frame. Turning it around I was met with a drawing Y/n made. “You’re such a dork,” a goofy smile plastered on my face.

“What is it?” Jozu moved next to me to have a closer look. “Ah! So you are a chicken!”

[whats-the-story-tc]

21st of April, 2020

"The One with the Fairy Tale"

(Pssst! If I were you, I'd read this post first before starting this new one!)

I cannot believe this is my life.

A couple minutes before the 8 AM rush hour, a Google Classroom notification from V arrived. Then another. Someone likes a spam, I thought, before opening the first one.

Sigh of relief. It was only the essay I'd already sent her. On to the next one, the detailed info on what we were covering today. The play on the table is both figuratively and literally a fairy tale. V, pretty critical of the play and its character work itself, made sure to bring one particular monologue to our attention, which tackles a rather difficult topic in a pretty simple play about love and longing — human mortality. "(It's my particular favourite, too, but don't let that influence you.)" She wrote after explaining what it was. The last paragraph though, now that was something else. "For those of you interested in an A level (here you imagine me looking at certain people)" she began, and my eyes widened as I read it. Sure, there are literature buffs in both classes, but... I can't help but think it was first and foremost an indirect to me. I mean, I'm probably the biggest nerd out of all of us, and she's always looking at me anyways... I want to dream big and say she wanted me to see it most. I mean, it's a link to an incredibly long essay. The situation speaks for itself.

"Look at this silence," V said as she entered our server at around 11 AM. Once she was here, we (as in all of us) started chatting about the break and quarantine. "It has been Sunday for two months." I declared, V immediately continuing the thought: "That part of Sunday, no less, where the line between the previous week and the next one blurs." Couldn't have said it better myself.

As V spoke about the story, I just leaned back on my bed, letting myself get immersed in the explanation and the sound of her voice while trying to imagine everything. After a while, it all started sounding like the plot of Mozart's opera, The Magic Flute — especially when V said that our protagonists, a human boy and a fairy girl, both had companions of the same sex along the way. And as soon as she said those companions are actually married, I waited for her to take a tiny break in speaking and said "How surprising." According to Bookworm Friend, she laughed, but I couldn't hear it clearly because someone made a noise. Then she said "Obviously..." and basically shaded the whole plot line, though I don't remember the rest of the sentence. And guess what she brought up immediately? That's right. The Magic Flute. I was floored! "That's what I was thinking, too!" I chimed in immediately. She took the words out of my mouth! And, soon as I said that, I got a text from Bandana Friend.

BanF: "Wow the twinning"

It's official, folks. Even from a distance, V and I are sharing a braincell.

Serious shit went down in class, including pointing out some... very suggestive imagery that caught us all off-guard because the thing she mentioned isn't inherently suggestive, but okay, V, you do you. (Obviously, I'm not going into detail here, nor sharing the conversation Bandana Friend and I had here because... this is simply not the platform.)

But what I can share is a really funny bit that caused a bit of a pandemonium in the separate class chat none of our teachers are in. You see, about half an hour into class, The Boyfriend sneezes with what is probably the volume of a medium-sized family house collapsing. About five seconds of absolute comical silence follows, then we just hear V saying "Sorry. I'm sorry." before carrying on. All this caused quite the stir, featuring texts like:

BanF: "The whole house just quaked"

and

Classmate: "Jesus who was this 😂😂"

Classmate: "Tell me it wasn't [V]"

S: "No, her man"

Classmate: "Good heavens I thought it was her 😂😂"

and

S: "I laughed so hard that I thank God I was on mute"

So yeah. That's on that. Bit later, with the words mentioned here, V ended class, and there I was, on Cloud 9, dancing around my room and humming Disney songs from the sudden serotonin charge. That was probably the moment I decided to read the play V spoke about. You see, she didn't assign it because the wording is quite difficult (the text is quite old) and students usually struggle with it, but she said that we wouldn't lose anything by reading it, if we wanted to. And thus it happened that I sat down on my balcony at around 5 PM with the first chapter open on my phone, ready to read.

I knew she'd be right. I trust her opinion and my reading comprehension skill suffers at the stake of my absolute inability to concentrate for longer than 10 seconds. But guys. Some of the longer sections I had to go over at least three times before I understood what was going on! An hour or so must've passed when I read the last line of the first chapter, and the butterflies in my stomach took flight. It was time to text V about it. It was my original plan, anyway. Figure out how right she was, then tell her about it. I was already incredibly nervous, trying to stick to what I'd planned on writing. My fingers typed on autopilot and as soon as I was done, I could barely believe I was actually going through with this. But alas, you only live once, carpe that fucking diem. One big breath. Two biiiiig breaths.

Send.

S: "Well, Miss, I'm not saying you were right about the text of [the play], but I've only read Chapter 1 and I'm already doubting if I even speak [my native tongue]... 😅"

I immediately tossed the phone on my bed and ran away panicking. What will she say? How will she react to seeing it's me again? What does she think? Am I funny enough? Am I bothering her? When will she reply?

Half a minute later (!!!), I see the icon of The Platform That Shall Not Be Named on my screen. No. No. No. Nonononononono. I picked the phone up and unlocked it with a shaking hand. I was not prepared for what I was about to read.

V: "Hahaha, well, babydoll...You do. You're just not used to [the old-timey wording]."

I only had the time to sink to my knees, eyes wide, lips agape, when the next message followed.

V: "Though, once you're already through it, I'm curious about your opinion on the play's stageability. 😄 (given such a word exists)"

You bet your asses all air left my lungs. Not only did she call me babydoll again, now in a way that I could forever remind myself of it, but she basically just prompted another conversation! She wants to talk to me again! And I'll have you reminded, V's basically trusting my judgement based on the scriptbook I showed her at the dawn of time, that she'd never actually seen in action! I wonder what I did to earn all this trust...

S: "I'll see at the end and tell you :)"

V: "Alright :))"

Then, all brave from the double smiley, I had a really stupid and impulsive thought. (Don't yell.) Me being the little shit that I am, I googled stageability and took a screenshot of no results having been found. I took a screenshot, cropped it and sent it to V, my head being completely empty as I did. I acted purely from gut feeling.

S: "Tough luck this time, it seems😄"

V: "i thought so!"

(I can only hope she took it as a joke. But, the way I know her, she probably understood. Still, the me of right now, exactly two days and two minutes later, wouldn't do it.)

And this is where it ended. This is where I ended. My hands, my legs, even my lips were trembling as I tried to process the sudden load of emotion overcoming me. What did I just do. What did we do. What happened here. All this just echoed in my head, and I went ahead and texted every friend I wanted to tell in all caps.

BanF: "WOAAHHHH"

BanF: "you guys have really warmed up to each other"

Even now, as I was typing, I got the chills just thinking about this conversation. If it wasn't for the 'Miss' and my use of formal pronouns in the very first text, it would've just felt like two friends, who happen to both love literature, talking. And this really warms my heart, because there's this fantastic woman, who I genuinely think is one of the best influences on my life and... she just likes me for me. She immediately answers when she can, comes off genuinely happy to talk to me, prompts another thing I can tell her about and all but tells me that my opinion matters to her. Because this is her. I'm almost convinced that I will never hear her outright say that she likes me or she's proud of me, but, should I have any doubts, she does everything to let me know. I just misunderstand her sometimes, not knowing where to look.

When I tell you all this still doesn't feel real...

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

[staytiny-angel]

In a Minute

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/OC (Allie), Ballins if you squint

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, Feels, Smut, DaddyKink, Bondage.

Summary: Allie is the girlfriend of Dean Ambrose, but Seth Rollins is her best friend.....where does their falling out leave her?

Author's Note: So this....drank a red bull and grew fucking wings? Probably won't stay a one shot as I need a way to process Dean and Seth's current feud without writing Ambrollins.

Dedicated as always to my best bitches in the TTC

Taglist: @chasingeverybreakingwave @crookedmoonsaultpunk @fangirls-gotta-fangirl @littledeadrottinghood @sugasfatgf @sonjashuterbugjohnson @nerdlife0612 @empress-with-the-crown @magical419 @evilangel84

Allie knew she'd fucked up as soon as Dean didn't even wait for her to finish checking in before he'd grabbed his key and went up to their shared hotel room.

She knew she broke the one rule he'd told her she couldn't break. Dean and Seth weren't getting along at all right now and while he'd said he wouldn't ask her to stop being friends with him herself he'd prefer if he didn't have to see it.

Ever since Dean had come back from his injury he'd been so different. He'd been quiet, thoughtful…..almost sullen, way less easy going, especially around his brothers and then when they'd all found out Roman wasn't going to be around for a while.…. he'd snapped and his other brother had borne the brunt of his ire.

Eariler that night at the house show, Dean had attacked Seth during his match with Drew and she'd known she should have just listened to Seth and let Finn help him, but Seth was her best friend other then her boyfriend and the two men having their issues wasn't going to stop her from helping him.

So she'd been sitting at a table helping Finn with patching Seth up since the stubborn man didn't want to go to the trainer when she'd caught a glimpse of her boyfriend staring at them with a snarl twisting his handsome features.

"Go on sweetheart, get out of here." Finn said gently, taking the ice pack from Allie's hand

"But.…" She said softly

Seth looked at her with an exhausted smile "Go on Al, no need to poke the bear, Finn's got me. Ambrose and I will work it out eventually, we always do." He said reassuringly.

Allie was shaken out of her thoughts by the desk clerk asking for her credit card, when she reached in her wallet to get it, a scrap of paper fell loose with Dean's familiar jagged handwriting.

Wait 15 minutes

"Well shit" she muttered to herself, she was DEFINITELY in trouble...and not even the fun kind.

When Allie finally went upstairs and entered their room Dean was sitting in a chair in the middle and the lights were dimmed.

"Dean, baby I'm…" she started to apologize

Dean put a single finger to his lips and shook his head, silencing her without uttering a single word.

"I'm.…upset that you broke the rule, but your instincts say to take care of your friend when he's hurt so I understand." He said quietly

"Seth has a lesson to learn, don't interfere with that again, understood?" He ordered.

"Yes Dean." She responded quietly

Dean raised a single eyebrow "What was that?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy, Yes Daddy" she quickly corrected herself.

Dean sighed "Daddy hasn't been properly taking care of his Doll lately, has he?" Dean said pointing to the bright blue pillow on the table next to the door.

Without a second thought Allie strips completely nude, retrives the pillow and kneels on it at Dean's feet.

"Seth, Roman, Braun and his mutts my head's been so full." He continues, running a hand through her hair before clenching his fist and tilting her head so she was looking directly at him, the slight bite of pain from his grip shooting directly to her pussy.

"But that doesn't mean that Daddy doesn't love or need his Doll. You know that right? You may answer."

"I…." Allie didn't know exactly what to say, the Dean that he'd slowly morphed into during his recovery time, didn't always feel like HER Dean.

Her Dean was was funny and easygoing, even when he was domming her. This Dean was intense and seemed angry all the time, she'd only seen glimpses of her Dean in the many months since his injury and only once since SummerSlam, when his older cousin had helped the boys out of a jam with Corbin.

"I don't know how to answer that question, Daddy." She said sadly "Sometimes I feel like the new you doesn't need me."

A look of sadness crossed Dean's face, then he let go of her hair and slid the chair back to kneel on the floor in front of her.

"I know. Babydoll I know I didn't come back the same and now I got this shit with Seth to work out. But that's between me and him. You need to stay out of it." Dean said wrapping his arms around her.

Allie nodded into his shoulder, she didn't like watching the two men she loved most in the world fight and scream at each other but she knew both men were right. They'd work it out, there would just be lots of fighting. For some reason as close as they were, Seth and Dean, as much as they loved each other, just communicated best with violence and anger.

"Hey, how about we just have some fun tonight? No punishments, no pain that doesn't make you come, just Daddy showing you how much I'll always love and need her no matter what" he whispered in her ear.

Allie shivered at the husky tone in his voice "Yes, Daddy. I want that."

"Then up in the chair babydoll, Daddy's gonna take care of you because you've always taken care of him, even when he doesn't really deserve it."

Allie sat in the chair he had vacated and shivered again as she watched Dean go to his backpack and pull out a skein of silky black rope.

"Playtime, babydoll" He whispered as he kneeled in front of her again and began to unravel it at her feet. "Legs over the arms, Doll."

Allie did as Dean commanded and spread her legs, draping each over the arms of the comfortable club chair.

"Good Girl" he said as he started to tie her ankles to the legs of the chair so she couldn't close them.

Oh. Oh. Shit. Allie thought to herself, she knew EXACTLY what game her boyfriend wanted to play. The one where he made her come until she screamed for mercy or passed out, sometimes both.

Dean smirked up at her as he finished tying her other leg. "Did someone figure out what we're about to do?" He leaned foward and blew a warm breath over her already damp pussy.

"Don't tease, Daddy.….." she whined

Dean laid a soft smack over her pussy causing her to moan loudly "Are you trying to boss Daddy around?"

"Nooooo...but..."

Dean licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit before wrapping his lips around the already hard nub and sucking.

"Oh, shit, oh fuck yes Daddy."

"Baby wants Daddy to eat this kitty all up right? So Daddy can have all of the deliciousness he can drink?"

"Yes, yes Daddy" Dean was the worst Oh Christ he was in a mood, and when Dean was in mood he could be an unrelenting tease.

Dean hadn't had a full beard since they'd been together and the sensation of it rasping against her thighs was one of her favorite things about his new look.

Dean thrust two thick fingers inside of her and crooked them to find…

"Oh fucking shit" she nearly screamed as Dean nailed her g-spot and she came damn near instantly. He was so fucking good at this. It should be illegal. Before him she'd had an enjoyable fling with Tomasso Ciampa when she'd still been in NXT and before he'd become an asshole but Dean was on a whole other level.

"Want you to ride my fucking face babydoll." He rasped as he pulled out of her and used both quick releases in the knots securing her to the chair.

He stripped off his tight black shirt and laid down on the plush carpet. "Come on baby, put that kitty where I need it."

Allie straddled her boyfriend's head and gasped as he wrapped those thick arms around her thighs and brought her pussy to his face. Licking and nibbling at her clit like she was his last meal.

He urged her to literally ride his face rocking her hips so that he could lick at her entrance while his nose bumped her clit with every stroke.

"Oh fucking God shit Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Please please, Daddy want your cock now" she babbled

Dean hauled her off him and almost frantically reached for his belt buckle, not even taking the time to completely take them off, he just pulled out his throbbing cock and motioned for her to get back on top of him.

"Come on baby doll" he demanded

Allie scrambled back on top of Dean and he quickly lined his cock up with her entrance and thrust into her soaking wet pussy.

"Fuck!" They said almost in unison as she began to bounce on him as he cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples just the way she loved.

"Not gonna last long Doll, you taste too fucking good." He said still pinching her nipple with one hand as he started to rub her clit with the other "Come on Allie Baby come for Daddy" he commanded.

Months of hearing that voice tell her over the phone to come when he'd been in Alabama and she'd still been with the rest of the roster had had it's effect on her

"Dean" she screamed as she arched her back, her hair nearly reaching his thighs and came all over his cock as he filled her grasping pussy with his hot cum.

"Fucking hell" he growled that same snarl from eariler twisting his mouth again.

Allie collapsed onto his chest, both of them sweating like they'd just wrestled an hour long match.

"We gotta move Allie, baby. Neither of our bodies will ever forgive us if we pass out on the fucking floor."

"In a minute. ….I got jelly legs"

Dean kissed her forehead "all right babydoll" he sighed

"In a minute."

[captainweatherly]

Reactions and Feelings for 2x05

OK... HERE COMES MY FEELS.

Holy cow, y’all. I said this last week too, but this episode was incredible!! It was tragic, it was moving, it was tense. I know this episode was supposed to “break the mold” of the season and signify the midpoint, and yeah... it did! There are so many things to unpack here, so buckle up. This might get long. 

Obviously, MAJOR spoilers inside. Enter at your own risk. 

First off, the casting for young JFK blew me away. The accent was spot on and that was cool and all, but his acting was amazing!! He was adorable and I love the trope of bringing someone from the past into the future. They are always so much fun to watch them react to technology and culture. There were two times during the episode that my heart tore for him. The first time was when Kayla was telling him about his family’s curse and hit fate. The second when we asked if he was a good president. Yeah, I teared up at the second one, especially when Lucy said he was one of the best. It was so heartfelt and moving. 

Mission wise, this was SO cool. While I really wish we could have gotten a few glimpses of the boys trip and the drama and funniness that would inevitably ensue, I am happy that the episode stayed mainly in the present. This made the plot of the episode run very smoothly and focus more on the Lucy of it all. Along with other characters that don't usually get a lot of screen time. Which made me happy because I am always happy with more of those type of scenes.

OK, NOW FOR MORE FEELS. 

Let’s start things off with Jessica, because she was easily one of the biggest pivotal characters for this episode. I don’t mean “case-breaking-saving-the-day” pivotal, but plot line wise she turned everything around. 

Before I go on, I would like to say that I absolutely love her. She has spunk. She is funny and friendly. Honestly, just a really likable character. I would love to say that I hate her and just want her to leave right now and let Lyatt sail into canon bay, but I can’t say that. I see the chemistry that Jessica has with Wyatt. They were married and obviously have a history... that can not just be thrown aside. They play well off each other. 

Not only does she relate well to Wyatt, but she also seems to like Lucy as well. Even when Lucy is at her most awkward point, she tries to befriend her and comfort her when she is not feeling well. She actually puts effort into trying to get to know her and what she does/did for a living. Can I just say that Lucy handled that situation so well?? She could very easily be a bitch to her, but instead she talked with her and handled it with grace. I am LOVING this friendship that is blossoming. Not to mention the multiple times that they speak up for one another and show mutual respect. 

Next on my list: Jiya. Everyone with a brain and at least 1 IQ point loves Jiya because she is just so pure and smart. This episode is no different. If anything, her pureness escalates exponentially and we FINALLY get to see Jiya and Lucy getting a little closer. Jiya taking take of Lucy and talking to her about the whole thing with Wyatt, not judging her at all, was such a great moment for those two (it also confirmed my theory that Rufus told Jiya about it mwahahaha). It’s so important for Lucy to have someone to talk to about all of this and I am glad that she is opening up to Jiya. 

Also, Jiya is super smart and I loved her loop theory, even if I don’t 100% understand it... I approve. 

Speaking of people who love and care for Lucy, let’s talk about Denise because this was a HUGE episode for her. For one, I am enjoying her stepping into the protective and caring ‘bunker mom’ role. She really does care for the team and wants the best for them. The fact that Rittenhouse has the nerve to come after her... OH I AM MAD. Carol is a grade A piece of crap of a person and a mother. Yes, it appears that she does actually care for Lucy and her well being, but in her twisted mind Rittenhouse completing its goal is the best to her. 

I am super concerned for what this means for Denise’s family. It is longer safe for them to live in their house. I have a feeling that we will see them coming to live in the ever growing bunker. 

Carol may be a piece of actual trash human being and mother, but Denise is the exact opposite. The scene with Lucy and Denise in the bunker KILLED me. I was crying like a baby when she told Lucy that if she were her daughter, she would be so proud of her. That line sucker punched me in the gut and had me in tears. What a moving line! I love one (1) bunker mom. 

Next up: Lucy. Abigail Spencer is yet again reminding us that she is amazing. The depth of character we get to see in Lucy this episode is beautiful. We get to see her have emotions. She snaps several times mainly at Wyatt, not in a hurtful way, but in a way that expresses her feelings and reminds him how awkward of a position this is for her. I am so happy that the writers are letting her have completely rational conflicting emotions and Abigail portrays them perfectly. Despite her feelings for Wyatt, she knows that getting his wife back was the driving force for him and she wants him to be truly happy. If that is not true love showing from Lucy, I don’t know what is. It’s the ultimate sacrifice. My heart hurts. Someone bake Lucy some cookies and give her a giant hug please. 

Now here comes the part that my shipper heart was physically torn from my body, crumbled in a million pieces, then run over by a truck. The last five minutes of the episode were PERFECT. Do I wish Lyatt was happy and together and everything was beautiful? Well, duh. But am so so so happy they addressed the fact that they were a thing, things did happen, and that the feelings involved in the thing were and absolutely mutual. THIS IS THE RIGHT WAY TO DO THIS. ALL OTHER SHOWS TAKE NOTE. Also, the call back to Bonnie and Clyde “Babydoll and Shweetheart” was breathtakingly beautiful. I totally believe that the callback was a giant sign from the writers that they have not forgotten about the Lucy and Wyatt of it all. After watching it again, I noticed that the facial expressions are similar to the season one episode. Yeah, the one where Wyatt realized he had feelings (don’t @ me on this, he knew it right then and there). I know Wyatt loved his wife and is trying to spark the relationship again with her. I support that. However, I think we will see that Wyatt and Jessica’s feelings for a second chance will change soon. 

Speaking a relationships that are changing. Can we talk about Flynn and Lucy?? The last scene where they are just silently there for eachother was awesome. Now, you may have figured this out by now, but I don’t ship these two romantically. I see them a more of a brother/sister dynamic. I love that these two are getting closer. 

So yeah, Lucy’s family might suck. BUT she has a new family that loves her and I think that that is beautiful.

Speculations: 

1) Flynn and Lucy are related (maybe brother and sister?). 

2) Jessica and Wyatt will mutually split ways sooner rather than later in the season, but she will stay in the bunker.

3) Jessica and Lucy will become friends. 

4) Jessica and Flynn will become friends???

5) Denise’s family will come to stay at the bunker. 

6) Jiya will have a major breakthrough soon in her health. 

7) Mama Rittenhouse will have a redemption arc towards the end of the season.

Favorite moments: 

Jessica’s “Well she’s a teacher, right?!” and everyone looking at her flabbergasted 

Lucy pointing at Jess when someone says “Someone’s mom is here” at the party

Flynn’s sassy “yes ma’am, all three of them” 

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I don't normally write imagines — you guys know I'm best at headcanons — but a friend of mine asked me to write about her and give her a little confidence boost. So of course, I did it. Anytime you guys need a reminder that your flaws don't define you, come find me. This one’s for you, @greasy-babydoll

Today was the day the students at Will Rogers High School got back their pictures. Picture day was always on the first day of school, which Mo hated. "My seventh grade photo makes me look like a sixth grader. My eighth grade photo makes me look like a seventh grader." She hated picture day and everything about it: dressing up, fake smiles, making your hair look nice and the worst part: when your photos come back and you look absolutely terrible, you can't do a thing about it.

Mo hated her eyes. After an incident when she wasn't even half a year old, her eyes and brain never functioned the same again. She was always at risk for seizures, her memory and balance were poor and when stressed, upset or fatigued, she could have a lazy eye. It was her biggest insecurity. Not knowing how her eyes looked in her photo was killing her, yet she didn't wanna see it. What if she had a lazy eye? Or she zoned out? But if she did, there would be nothing she could do about it.

At her locker, Mo was getting binders and textbooks she needed that night for homework. Her friend Ponyboy approached her. "Hey Mo! Did you get back your school pictures?"

"Look around, Curtis. Everyone did." Mo replied without even looking at him. She just wanted to go home.

"Can I see yours? Mine's bad, look." He showed her his school picture; he looked absolutely fine.

"You look like you always do." She said, zipping up her backpack before throwing it over her shoulder. It was heavy but at least she'd be on the bus momentarily. As long as this idiot lets me..

"I dunno. I hope I look better than this." Ponyboy said, looking at his picture and following her out of the building. "My eyes are grayer than this, aren't they?"

Mo looked at him, just to humor the kid. "Your eyes are green, smart one." She picked up herself pace, wanting to be left alone. At least on the bus, she could bury her nose in a book, a universal do-not-disturb sign that most everyone respected. Except Ponyboy.

"Really? I thought they were gray." He pulled on her arm, stopping her. Can this kid take a hint? She thought to herself, annoyed. "You didn't show me your picture."

She thrust it at him. "Here!" She exclaimed angrily. Maybe if she gave him what he wanted, he'd leave her the hell alone. She advanced, leaving the set of photos with the green-eyed imbecile. She looked for her bus, scanning the school parking lot with a hand above her eyes to block out the shining sun. She didn't find her bus until it was pulling out of the school driveway. "Nice." She muttered under her breath, sarcastically. 

She began walking home, heading west. The sun wasn't completely in her eyes, but it was annoying. Not as annoying as the kid walking behind her. "Y'know you look really good in this." Bitch, stop lying, she thought at the same time as, You're still here? "Your hair looks nice.  Did Sarah do it for you?" She had. Mo had forgot the first day of school was also Picture Day but her best friend came to the rescue. She happened to have a hair brush in her backpack and braided it like "all the French girls wear it," according to Sarah's older sister.

"Yeah." Mo smiled, thinking of her best friend. Sarah was sick today, or else the two would be on the bus, complimenting each other's pictures. "Where are you headed?"

"Home." Ponyboy said, putting his pictures into his backpack while still walking. Mo was impressed he could even do it; Ponyboy was a very clumsy child.

Realizing her parents wouldn't be home until later and her brother was at football practice, Mo just followed Ponyboy to his house. She had nothing better to do. Plus, maybe she'd see Two-Bit and Dallas; neither were at school today and Johnny picked up their school pictures. "Where is Johnny, anyway?"

"With Steve. Had to swing by the DX. Soda forgot his lunch. Again."

"It's three o'clock…"

"I know." Pony nodded. "He's starving." The two reached the Curtis house. Without knocking, the two entered the house and threw down their backpacks. "You hungry?"

"Always." Mo slumped into the couch and turned on the tv. Gillian's Island was playing, though Mo didn't find it very funny, but she knew Ponyboy did so she kept it on. Plus she was too tired to change the channel. Ponyboy made the two some roast beef sandwiches with provolone cheese, one of his favorites. Before the episode was over, the majority of the gang walked into the house, interrupting the two's thoughts.

"Soda, aren't you supposed to be at work?" Ponyboy asked when he saw his brother.

"I have an hour for lunch, so I'm spending it here. Plus, I heard you guys got your pictures back and I wanna see them!" Soda always complimented the boys' pictures, especially since Ponyboy got self conscious about his. This year would be the first time Johnny had a scar on his face in the photo, Soda realized, and wanted to be extra sensitive. "So lemme see 'em." Soda grabbed Ponyboy's photos and studied them. "Your hair looks awfully tuff, Pone. Total fake smile, though. That," he pointed to his younger brother, "Is a real smile. Next year, actually smile like you mean it. Steve, lemme see yours." The middle child examined all of his friends' school pictures, finding good parts to each, even if they hated the photo. "Mo, can I see yours?"

No, she thought but she was too late. Ponyboy handed over her packet of photos to his brother. Her heart rate increased and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Oh God, I hope I don't look like a fucking idiot. Two-Bit and Dallas were looking over Soda's shoulder. They didn't look disgusted, which was supposed to be a good sign but it didn't make her feel any better.

"You look beautiful, hon." Soda smiled at her. "Sarah did your hair, didn't she?"

"How.." She couldn't ask it but she was dying to know the answer. She stuttered over the question, feeling like a moron since it was only four words. "H..How are my eyes?"

"Chocolately."

"They're not..?"

"Fucked up? No." Dallas finished for her.

"Dude," Soda smacked Dallas, implying he should be more sensitive.

"What?" He snapped at Sodapop. "Listen, even if your eyes get funky, you still look good. Plus. We're all fucked up in our own ways. I mean, shit man. Do you know what it takes to get a scar like this?" He lifted up his shirt to reveal a white line going down his side.

Mo rolled her eyes. Her condition wasn't an accident and she didn't cause it. Dallas could've kept his mouth shut; she didn't do anything to deserve that trauma at five months old.

"What he means, Mo," Soda interrupted the New Yorker, glaring at him. "You're still beautiful. Pony still looks good even with that scar under his chin. Johnny is handsome even with the scar on his face. It's not pretty, but he lived through it. Steve's nose will never look the same, but that's okay."

"Hey!" Steve cut in.

Ignoring him, Soda continued, "You've lived through every seizure you've had. You can still see, even if you lose focus or have a lazy eye every once in a while. Just because you've got a couple flaws, that doesn't mean you're not beautiful. You don't throw away the whole pie if a little bit of the crust is brunt. You eat it anyway and enjoy it for what it is."

"Did you just compare her to a pie?" Two-Bit gave Soda a weird look, judging his choice of an analogy.

"Cake's better." Steve called from the other side of the room.

"What I'm saying," Soda sounded annoyed with his friends. "You've gotten through everything life has handed you. This photo looks great. But even if your eyes were a little out of focus, it's still you and because it's you, it's automatically great. Now let me eat my lunch, I'm hungry."

Mo smiled and finally let herself see the picture. When she took it from Soda and looked down, she stared. She couldn't believe her eyes. It was the best photo taken of herself in years. She looked absolutely beautiful. "Shit, man. I'm cute."

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This^^^ was basically my childhood. Cannot advocate this parenting method enough.

When I was a toddler, my mom bought me babydolls and play house stuff—because that’s what she liked as a girl. However, I was a “Daddy’s Girl” kid and conveniently he worked from home—so I took a little play laptop and the plastic house phone from the kitchen, some crayons and a coloring book, and set up my “office” in the living room on the play kitchen table. Instead of condemning this, my mom encouraged it. She would play “business” with me instead of house/mommies, and I loved it. Her favorite story about Toddler!MJ is how she offered me a babydoll and said “here’s a baby, can you take care of the baby?” And I propped my “phone” between my ear and shoulder, set down my pen, grabbed the babydoll from my mom and shoved it into the babydoll stroller, then looked at my mom with a pointed “there I took care of the baby are you happy now?” gaze, and went back to my “work”.

But you know what the Funny Thing is?

I’m (obviously) an adult now, and I LOVE kids and holding babies and caring for them; in fact I work in childcare full time I love kids so much. I ALSO love to work on a computer—as a writer and blogger.

So I say absolutely raise your kid(s) with gendered stereotypes, then SEE WHAT THEY PICK—AND ENCOURAGE THAT THING. Give them all the choices (as reasonably as possible, of course), and see what they prefer. Read them fairytales and science fiction. Give them babydolls and toy cars, Barbies and army men. If your girl wants to be a pretty princess and your boy wants to be Robin Hood—JUST LET THEM.

Fun fact: my sister and I used the play kitchen as a restaurant and the babies for a hospital. Good times. We also probably shouldn’t have been allowed to watch Jurassic Park as seven and eight year olds because the things we put our Barbies through. . .

every time i see someone like "we're raising our kids without gender stereotypes... no princesses!!!" i want to Scream