#starfish family

[deadbaguette]

Sorry chat, but you’re about to be subjected to my most insane brainrot ever!!

Say hello to the starfish family⭐️

We have our mothers Kuroi Misato and Tsukumo Yuki, and their daughter Amanai Riko.

Then they have Riko’s older brother figures the two homotrons Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. They have (not legally, but it’s real in their hearts) been adopted as well by Misato and Yuki.

A LOT if brainrot scenarios regarding this AU are written below!! :)

⭐️ Yuki and Satoru: the importance of chess

⭐️ Misato, Suguru, and Yaga: to knit and to crochet

(Part 1)

(Part 2)

⭐️Nanami, Haibara, Geto: he lives! but does anything change?

I have more to write and more ideas overall.. but this is all I’m gonna share for now!! Ty for reading if you did lol

[sims4legacyandoherfunthings]

Chapter 7.18- Fun on the roof

The latest Chapter of my sims 4 name game challenge

Xepef completes her aspiration This family loves dancing Bejig plays computer games Xepef makes a mess Djang plays computer games Karl works on fabricating Afgajo uses the computer Tag improves a skill Bejig does yoga Karl makes a concept Djang becomes a teen and gains the child of the ocean trait Xepef uses the pirate ship Hope uses the swing Karl makes a composting container Xepef…

[sims3gameandchallengelover]

Chapter 7.18- Fun on the roof

The latest Chapter of my sims 4 name game challenge

Xepef completes her aspiration This family loves dancing Bejig plays computer games Xepef makes a mess Djang plays computer games Karl works on fabricating Afgajo uses the computer Tag improves a skill Bejig does yoga Karl makes a concept Djang becomes a teen and gains the child of the ocean trait Xepef uses the pirate ship Hope uses the swing Karl makes a composting container Xepef…

[robiinurheart33]

This might be the cutest thing I’ve drawn ever

[blog-moved-lol]

The Favorite Child

(This is not an OG concept, it's very much inspired 👍)

Dick knew that he wasn't the favorite child. Maybe he had been once, a long time ago, but he saw the way Bruce had lightened the moment he met Jason. The kid might've stolen his tires, thrown a tire iron at him, and called him a 'Big boob' the first time they met, but Bruce had just simply laughed and brushed it off. Plus at the end of it, he still had the kindness to send Jason to a respectable, expensive school to get him off the streets, and when it was revealed that the school was teaching these kids to be criminals Bruce had immediately gone to get Jason away from all of the corruption. Even as Jason grew and it became apparent that he was troubled, reckless, and sometimes even violent because of his past, Bruce had still tried his best to be patient and understanding to the boy. Dick had seen first hand the way that Jason's death had affected Bruce, the overwhelming and unending feelings of grief at losing another person who was close to him, and the guilt at not saving him, not being there to protect the one person he wanted to protect the most. He had watched Bruce retreat into himself, and even Alfred had defeatedly said that Bruce was acting just as he did when he lost his parents, all of those years of progress growing and healing from his traumas thrown to the wind because of a crazed man and a crowbar. Yes, Dick knew the truth. Jason was definitely the favorite child.

Jason knew he wasn't the favorite child. When he was Robin he had known it to be Dick, and after his resurrection he had thought it was his Replacement, though when the new little shit had shown up it became blatantly obvious to him that the favorite child was Damian. Of course it was, he was Bruce's biological son after all, why wouldn't he be the favorite? The kid might be an ankle-biter who swings around a sword, a trained assassin with blood splattered across his hands, but Bruce just pats his head, gives him a hug, and lets him keep filling the cave with various animals like Bat-Cow. Despite this kid clearly having the ability to kill without remorse, just like Jason himself nowadays, Bruce still wants to baby and coddle him as if he isn't the least deserving of being coddled. This kid is a trained assassin, he had been long before Bruce ever knew he existed, while the other Bat-Kids were just that when they met him. Kids. Regular, run of the mill kids. (Well, 'Regular' might not cut it what with Dick being a circus acrobat and Tim having some strange stalking tendencies. If anything Jason himself was the most normal back then, but you get the point..) And yet the tiny killer, who acts cold and unfeeling with his flashy words and hard stare, gets coddled far more then the others (at least in Jason's eyes) who were once small, sensitive, defenseless children who looked up to Batman as their saviour. Their everything. Yes, Jason is painfully aware of who the favorite is. It's Damian, no doubt about it.

Tim knew he wasn't the favorite child. He was the observant one after all, even before he started his training he had watched Bruce, followed his patrol routes each night to take photos of him, hidden in the shadows as he fought, constantly studied the hero he idolized.. From the beginning he saw the chemistry between Batman and his first sidekick, the way young Dick had stuck so close to Bruce's side through all of the battles, the graceful and fluid way in which they worked together as if they had been doing it for years, and on some nights when he was feeling bold he even got close enough to hear their banter and jokes. Perched behind the dumpsters in an alleyway, camera in hand, he listened each night as the two casually talked about eating dinner when they got home, about watching movies together in the in-house theater, about spending the holidays by each others side. They were so close that the young detective could practically see the bond holding them together, and when he moved into Wayne Manor it became even more obvious. The way that Dick had helped Bruce through Jason's death. The way that Dick would always come to Bruce's rescue, as quickly as possible, no matter what. The way that Dick is still so close to Bruce even today. Yes, of course Tim knows who the favorite is. It's obviously Dick.

Damian knew he wasn't the favorite child. Overall he didn't really care, he had no interest in being the object of his father's affection, but the fact that his father had chosen his rival as his pride and joy annoyed him to no end. If it had been Richard he might've understood, or even Todd would've been better, but his father so blatantly showed that Drake was the one he adored the most and the young assassin found it infuriating. Everyone was constantly praising Drake, saying that he was 'Sooooo smart', 'Soooooo bright', 'Sooooo cunning'. Damian tallied each time he heard Bruce compliment the nuisance, and for every kind word that was spoken, he gave his katana another strike against the sharpening stone. It wasn't just Bruce, all sorts of people kept complimenting Drake for his many 'achievements', and it made a deep seated rage boil within him every single time. He was always determined to one up Drake, he had to. He has to prove that he's superior, he's the better Robin, he's the smart one, he's the most skilled. But.. He really doesn't care about being his father's favorite. Not.. Not at all.. Yes, Damian knows which of the children his father cares for the most. It's clearly Drake.

[sitting-on-me-bum]

The starfish shrimp is a species of shrimp in the family Palaemonidae. It is always found in association with a starfish – usually on the undersurface – and often changes its colour to match that of its host. It grows to a maximum length of 15mm. This shot shows it on the undersurface of a blue Echinaster sea star. Western Australia.

Photograph: Mary Gudgeon

The Australian Geographic Nature Photographer Of The Year 2023

[memeartboi]

Seapony Darwin Watterson!

[queen-scribbles]

tfw the radio station is giving away tickets to a concerts that's TWO artists you like and not terribly hard to get to

BUT it's the weekend your niece is coming over for one of the last times you'll get to see her before her family moves almost halfway across the country🙃

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Way before this dynamic duo starred in the short film, The Truth (2014), Fred and Wes graced our screens and captured our hearts in

(Please don’t re-post/share this edit I made anywhere else. Please just only reblog this on Tumblr. Thank you!)

[artsykroh]

my fiance decided he needed one as well so.

yellow grey and brown green jackal. I... this only gets more confusing 😂

Everyone pick up your government-assigned fursona, grab your two colors then combine it with this random animal picker. Tell us what you get and no rerolls, I don't make the rules.

[digitalsanshta]

Scuba diving in andaman 3N/4D Family Package

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[sims4legacyandoherfunthings]

Chapter 7.17- Hobbies

The latest Chapter of my sims 4 name game challenge

Djang and Hope play chess Tabdhx and Bejig dance Djang gets a new family dynamic with his mum Karl recycles Tabdhx uses the computer Xepef makes a snow angel and plays the piano Tag does yoga Karl gets promoted Tabdhx plays computer games She also gets promoted and completes her aspiration Afgajo enjoys cooking Djang rides a bike Hope completes a aspiration Bejig and Tag get a new…

[sims3gameandchallengelover]

Chapter 7.17- Hobbies

The latest Chapter of my sims 4 name game challenge

Djang and Hope play chess Tabdhx and Bejig dance Djang gets a new family dynamic with his mum Karl recycles Tabdhx uses the computer Xepef makes a snow angel and plays the piano Tag does yoga Karl gets promoted Tabdhx plays computer games She also gets promoted and completes her aspiration Afgajo enjoys cooking Djang rides a bike Hope completes a aspiration Bejig and Tag get a new…

[misakisakuya]

Me everytime i see Alver:

alver and tasha 🫶🏿

[ninibeingdelulu]

Calmness ✧

Plot: Ken and you have a real daughter.

A/N: kinda short :(

Soft evening light filtered through the den, casting everything in that warm, nostalgic glow you'd come to associate with pure contentment over these past few blissful years together.

Ken's attention remained transfixed on that vintage baseball game rerun flickering across the flatscreen.

Body settled deep into those overstuffed couch cushions with one leg casually crossed over the other in peak middle-aged dad repose.

But it was the tiny, swaddled bundle cradled against his barrel chest that held your rapt fascination from the archway.

Soaking in every precious detail of their serene tableau with an overflow of maternal adoration swelling in your breast.

At just three months old, your newborn daughter remained utterly oblivious to her surroundings - cherubic features smoothed into perfect repose while bronzed lashes fanned over porcelain cheeks.

One little fist tucked up beneath her chin while the other tiny starfish hand rested atop Ken's broad pec, rising and falling with each of his steady rumbles.

Her doting father absently brushed the pad of his thumb in soothing circles over the minuscule knuckles. Never once taking those transfixed mahogany pools off your slumbering miracle's face as if committing every microscopic shift to eternal memory.

That singular worshipful reverie you'd immediately recognized and fallen hopelessly in love with all over again these past few weeks.

The exact same soul-deep look Ken once bestowed solely upon the orphaned kaiju he'd raised before watching her depart for greener pastures - now magnified tenfold through his unbreakable connection to your shared offspring.

A permanent reminder of the family you created together from that cosmic loneliness.

"She's not at all like Emi was , is she?" You murmured, footsteps barely audible across the plush carpet until dropping onto the open cushion space beside him.

Ken responded with only a low rumbling hum from his broad chest while immediately unfurling that sheltering arm around your shoulders.

Cocooning you into his solid, familiar warmth until your cheek smooshed comfortably against the firmness of his shoulder. Close enough to press a wandering caress across your tiny miracle's silken crown.

"No - she's not. She's ours." A meaningful pause preceded Ken's soft, gravelly rasp ghosting across your hairline. "Our daughter...our real baby that you gave me, sweetheart. One I'll guard with my life the same way I do for you always."

Melting into the tender, possessive squeeze encircling your trim waist, you craned your chin up against his collarbone to receive that lingering brush over your puckered lips.

Ken's soulful gaze locked onto yours - swimming depths of protective ferocity tamed only through utter reverence for the two solitary souls anchoring his universe now.

The unspoken mantra of doing anything to safeguard the loves of his life until extinction itself.

"You've already given me more than enough happiness to last a trillion lifetimes, babe. Thank you," he whispered hoarsely against your skin.

"For being everything I could've dreamed during those cold, empty decades..."

You stifled the tiny sniffle by reclaiming his questing mouth in a searing, needful communion - conveying through satin caresses alone just how desperately you treasured this man and the profound sanctuary of family he'd bestowed upon you.

Your Ultraman, protector, partner, and living legacy of insurmountable love all in one. Cradling you both to his gallant hero's heart for eternity.

[eternally-racing]

can i have this dance? | lando norris

pairing: lando x wife!reader (and their teenage daughter!)

genre: fluff

wc: 2k

summary: When your daughter goes on her very first date, it's time for you and Lando to accept that your little girl is growing up - especially when a familiar face shows up at your door.

this can be read as a standalone fic or part of the racer girl series!

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“I’m going to need to have a stern talking with him when he gets here, you know.” Lando stands in the doorway of your daughter’s bedroom as he watches her double check her makeup in the mirror for what feels like the 20th time. 

All Lando can think about is how fast his little girl Piper is growing up as she looks so grown up getting ready for her first date.

 “It’s not even a real date, he just asked me out to prom” is what Piper said as she tried to break the news to you both gently. She knew that you wouldn’t be a problem, that you enjoyed hearing about all the dating drama that had been going on in her class. In fact, she had come to you first for advice on how to tell Lando about it, but you would never admit that to him. The two of you girls had a bit of a master plan to break it to him - it started with cooking Lando’s favorite meal for him, watching your favorite movie with him together as a family, and then finally breaking the news gently over dinner.  

Lando chokes on his food slightly when the topic comes up, trying to chalk it up to the spice you’ve put in the pasta even though you and your daughter can see right through the lie. He simply nods at the dinner table and doesn’t say another word on the topic - instead choosing to shift to discussing some upcoming vacation plans. 

While his blatant lack of reaction was a pleasant surprise to Piper, you knew there was something else under the surface. 

“That’s what I was waiting for” quickly spills out of your mouth once you see Lando start pacing around your bedroom when you’re getting ready for bed.

“Can you believe this? She’s dating now?” Lando exclaims with his hands in the air. The British man is pacing back and forth as he keeps muttering under his breath in disbelief. 

You, on the other hand, are the complete opposite. You’re starfished out on your bed, Kindle in hand as you look like the epitome of being relaxed. It was actually a stark change for you to be the one that’s so calm and collected, and it was usually Lando who had the job of trying to comfort you. 

 “It’s prom - it’s normal that she has a prom date! Hell, you were my prom date.” you exclaim.

“True, but I’m me - and she won’t even tell me who this guy is. What if he’s one of those kids that just been repeating high school over and over again so he’s actually just in his 20s and super creepy.”

“First off, no, he’s a regular high schooler, I promise you that. I actually think you’d like the kid.” 

Lando looks at you with an air of suspicions as his eyes narrow and he stops in his tracks. “Wait, how do you know who it is?” 

The guilty look permeates on your face as Lando keeps pressing you for answers. He’s made it from being across the room to now being chest to chest with you in seconds, prodding you in the side for answers. He’s relentless as usual, as you give into his charms all too easily. 

“Okay, okay. I don’t know anything for sure so I don’t want to give you false information which is why I didn’t say anything. But me and some of the PTA moms were talking and we have our theories.”  

It’s no surprise Lando finds your answer unsatisfactory as he begs for you to tell him more. 

“Nope! My lips are sealed” you say with the gesture. “Prom is literally in just a couple of weeks, Lan. You’ll find out soon enough.” 

- - - – - - - -

Those weeks fly by and before you know it the special day is here. Lando has been on the quieter side all day, but your house stays as noisy as always as Piper’s excitement fills the place. 

The knock on the door is gentle but you can still hear it from upstairs in Piper’s bedroom. You’re helping your daughter with the finishing touches on her hair and are about to walk away to answer when you hear that Lando has beaten you to the chase. Piper’s eyes widen along with yours when you both start to regret your decision to not camp out by the door to soften the blow. 

There’s an audible gasp from your husband as you hear him open the door. 

“Samuel Sainz?” Lando stands in disbelief in the doorway as the words fall out of his mouth.

The younger boy is a spitting image of his father. He’s clutching what looks like a bouquet of handpicked flowers in his shaking hands as he looks up at your husband. He was only a couple months older than your own daughter, having grown up just a few doors down from your family when you all used to live in Monaco. There weren't that many schools to choose from when they were younger, so naturally you had come to see Samuel and his parents quite often throughout the year. It was of course only helped by the fact that both of their dads were best friends. 

“It is good to see you, Mr. Norris. I’m just here to pick up Y/N, if that’s okay?”

 It’s an adorable sight really - even from the top step of the stairs you can tell how nervous the boy is by the way that he uncomfortably shifts his weight between both legs. You wince knowing that him phrasing it as a question is giving Lando the opportunity to launch into his “protective dad” talk, which you had heard more than a couple of times from him in the shower over the last week.

“Why don’t we grab a seat and chat before Piper comes down, Samuel?” Lando sounds extra official as he guides the younger boy to your couch. 

As you watch from the top of the stairs, you can see Lando put on his intense stare as he leans forward to intimidate the younger boy. 

“So, what are your intentions with my little girl, Samuel?” 

Samuel has an equally fiery glint in his eye as he says something along the lines of “my dad warned me this was going to happen”, before launching into his eloquent answer about how he wants to take Piper to prom and make sure she has a great night and that he’ll make sure that she’s safe and home on time. 

It’s not enough for Lando, you’re not sure anyone ever will be, as he continues to dissect every single word that comes out of the younger boy’s mouth.  You can’t bear to watch the scene in front of you any longer as you cut to say that Piper is almost done getting ready so Samuel could wait by the base of the stairs for her.  The younger boy gives you a look that you know means “thank you” as he bolts off the couch at the first opportunity to do so. 

Lando’s poker face facade falls once he sees his daughter at the top of the stairs. That’s his little girl all grown up - and for a moment he forgets about all his worries for the evening. He catches your gaze at the top of the stairs and can instantly spot the similar look of pride on your face. 

“Dad, don’t get too emotional on me now.” Piper jokes as she gives her dad a hug once she makes her way down to the main floor.. 

Now that she’s getting older, special moments like this are more and more treasured by both of them.  

Lando knows that it’s just for the rest of the evening, but Lando feels his heart starting to squeeze in his chest as he watches Samuel and Piper talk to each other. You’re right by his side as you rub comforting circles onto his back. 

“Not a minute later than curfew, young man, remember that.” Lando sticks to his stern demeanor as you roll your eyes. He really is the grumpy to your sunshine in this moment as you drape an arm around his shoulders.

“What he means to say is have fun, you two.” you smile as you take one last picture of the two of them before sending them on their way. 

Piper mouths a “thank you” to you as your grip on Lando’s wrist stops him from following the two kids out to the car. 

—-

Less than 15 minutes later, luckily once the shock has started to wear off of Lando, there’s another knock on the door. 

“Well if it isn’t the devil himself.” Lando mutters as he comes face to face with his old teammate and his wife. 

“Before you give me that look, just know that I only found out about this today. Turns out our wives are the true masterminds scheming in the background with our kids now.” Carlos mutters.

You and Rebecca are trying to hide your smiles as you lazily hide behind the excuse that you both needed something to talk to each other about while the men were away at their 6am tee times. 

Carlos holds up a larger than life bottle of wine from his collection for the four of you to share. 

“Figured you could use some of this tonight too, yknow, to cope with the fact that our kids are probably at second base with each other by now.” 

“They’re having sex?!” Lando looks like he’s actually going to pass out as he grabs your hand in fear. You and Rebecca will laugh over this on your own time later, but for now you comfortingly rub Lando on the back while Carlos also tries to calm Lando down from his spiral by pouring a heavy helping of wine into a glass for him. 

The night from then on actually stays pretty uneventful. There’s a couple of rounds of board games played while you order some takeout for you all from your favorite Italian place. 

“I think I see some gray hairs in there, mate, you’re getting old.” Carlos tugs at Lando’s curls to try and find one to pull out. For a minute the two of them argue like little kids, almost finding themselves in a full cat fight while you lean back and watch it all happen. 

“It’s a Friday night and we’re playing Catan and drinking fancy wine while we wait for our kids to get back from a school dance, Carlos - safe to say we’re not in the days of closing down the club and buying everyone free tequila shots.”  Lando muses 

“AND some of these hairs are brand new thanks to your son, mate, don’t forget that.”  Lando rolls his eyes as he quips back at the Spanish man.

The Sainz make sure to leave before their son can come back, as you all had come to the conclusion to stay out of your kid’s romance as much as possible. With the promise to hang out again under less surprising circumstances, Carlos and Rebecca give you both one last hug before they’re out the door. 

In less than the time it takes for you to finish clearing away your takeout boxes, you hear Samuel’s car pull up in the driveway one minute before curfew. You know that of course, because Lando is waiting by the front door with a timer on his phone. 

There’s a ghost of Piper’s lipstick on Samuel’s cheek when he walks her back to the front door,  but you opt to say nothing to Lando.   

He’s instead focused on how happy his daughter looks - he can feel the giddy feeling radiating off of Piper as she has a little pep in her step going up the stairs. 

“Oh my god she’s in love.” Lando says in awe as he stares at the now empty staircase. 

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Lan. It was just prom.” you chuckle as you go back to clearing away empty dishes from your dining table. 

“No, I’m sure.” 

“That sure?”. Lando’s certainty makes you feel extra puzzled as you pause at the dining table. 

“Seriously, I’m sure Y/N.”

You walk towards him and interlace your fingers with his as you rest your head into his chest. 

“What makes you so sure Lando?” 

Lando gives you a sweet smile before kissing you on the forehead. 

“Because that’s exactly how I looked when I came home from my first date with you.” 

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author's note: it has been far too long since i've posted something, so i hope you all liked this piece! Until next time! - Em 🩷