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[supportgaza]

Another Talk at my Irish College About Gaza and my Family There Reopened My Wounds

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Giving a recent guest talk at my Irish college about the horrors my family and I have endured, the war, its aftermath, and the hellish conditions of life in Gaza, was beyond heart-shattering. Speaking about it felt like performing surgery on myself without anesthesia, reopening wounds, and bleeding in the process.

What pains me the most is the unimaginable suffering my family continues to endure—living in constant fear and uncertainty, unsure whether the war will resume or if the people of Gaza will be forcibly displaced from Gaza.

Some of the slides I displayed:

I also spoke about how the war has left Gaza in ruins, where the bones of Palestinian victims lie scattered across the land. My family, like so many others, has been living without a single hour of electricity for months, their lives completely shattered.

As I spoke to Irish students, my heart ached for my family. All I wish for is to reunite with them here in Ireland, where we can finally live a peaceful, normal life. And I remain determined to make this dream a reality.

But I cannot do this alone—I am only human. I urge you to support my campaign in any way you can. Whether by donating, sharing, or simply spreading the word, your help can save my family’s lives and future. That is my ultimate number one mission.

As of 15/2/2025, we are almost at 70% of our final fundraising goal, and we expect the Rafah crossing into Egypt to reopen in the coming weeks. This could be our last chance.

Unfortunately, funds have slowed down at a critical time, and the future of Gaza looks bleak and uncertain.

Please share, donate, reblog, and help us reunite in Ireland where we can Finally live safely.

Tagging for reach! Please reblog my post and help reach our final goal and finally reunite. <3

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[alsofoundinpeas]

Dinner for Two(ish)

Summary: Since the beginning of your relationship, you and Spencer have made it a tradition to share a candlelit dinner at home every Valentine's Day. But this year, the evening has a surprise guest—one who’s about to change everything.

CONTENT WARNINGS: (While this fic itself isn't explicit content, my blog is 18+ so please keep this in mind!!) Mentions of past infertility issues. Pregnancy announcement. Both reader and Spencer cry but it's happy tears!! Established relationship. Fluff <3 (I think that's all but feel free to let me know if there are any I should add!)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day my angels!! <3 This is way different than my usual fics so I hope you guys like it :') I figured something short and sweet (not a Sabrina reference but still giggling) would be best for today. I did try a different writing style instead of using Y/N so any feedback would be greatly appreciated! I also have a requested fic coming out Sunday that I'm excited for you guys to read <3 As always, please tell me what you think! If you enjoy it, please like, reblog, and share it with your friends :) Thank you and I love you all!!

Nerves wrack your body as you pace the kitchen, your heart pounding so hard you swore it was bound to leap right out of your ribcage if you were to stop moving.

Spencer called a few minutes ago to let you know he was on his way home, leaving you with almost an hour to set everything up for his surprise. You’d kept the call brief and kept your voice even so he wouldn’t suspect anything—a surprising feat, considering your body was (and still is) trembling like a leaf caught in a windstorm. In a way, you were thankful he’d had back-to-back cases recently.

Despite missing him so much it ached and worrying about him every second you were awake (and even in your subconscious as you slept), Spencer being away so often made keeping your secret much easier.

The wedding ring on your finger spun endlessly as you continued to fidget with it—a nervous habit that you’d picked up the second Spencer slid it on. A glance at the clock on the stove told you he’d be home in roughly five minutes. A shaky sigh filled the air as you attempted to swallow your nerves, lighting the candles you’d set up on the dining table and fixing your plates with the food you spent over an hour preparing because everything had to be perfect for tonight.

The familiar sound of keys jingling and the lock turning sent your blood rushing through your veins, humming beneath your skin in an excited current as you wait for your husband to open the door.

Spencer stepped inside, wearing an exhausted smile and holding a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers he could find last minute before the florist down the street closed their shop. His face lit up at the sight of the candlelit dinner, the crinkles around his eyes making your nerves settle just a little. It reminded you that the man in front of you was the love of your life, and that, despite how scary it felt, everything would be just fine.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he murmured as he made his way over to you, pulling you into a tight but mindful hug so that he didn’t crush your flowers. "Dinner smells amazing. You spoil me."

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you waved a hand dismissively, pressing a tender kiss to his before taking the flowers to put them in a vase. "You don’t need to butter me up, Spence. I’m already your wife," you teased, though your cheeks flushed at the compliment.

"Something I’m grateful for every day," Spencer said with sincerity, moving behind you to wrap his arms around you and place a soft kiss on the top of your head.

After arranging the flowers in the vase and setting them on the table, the two of you sat down to eat. As you picked at your food, Spencer noticed you nervously fidgeting with your ring. His brow furrowed in concern as he wondered what could possibly be making you so anxious. Finally, he set his fork down, unable to stay quiet any longer.

"Honey, what's wrong? What's got you so worked up?"

His voice caught your attention, causing you to glance up from where you were gathering another bite onto your fork. Your teeth dug into your lower lip as you averted your gaze, contemplating waiting until the both of you were done eating or just telling him right now so you could get it out of the way. With a deep breath, you decided on the latter, letting your fork hit the plate with a soft clink as you cleared your throat.

"I...um. I actually have a present for you this year. Stay right here," you whispered as you got up, ignoring his protests as you hurried into your shared bedroom to grab the small box you'd put together for him. The box couldn't have been more than half a pound at most, but its contents had you feeling like you were carrying the weight of the world in your hands—and technically, you were.

Spencer eyed you skeptically as you returned, his gaze immediately dropping to the box as you placed it in front of him. "Sweetheart, I've told you that the dinner is more than enough for me—"

"Just open it," you urged, gesturing for him to go ahead with a quick, impatient motion from where you stood beside him.

A surprised chuckle escaped him as he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay! Sorry." His fingers fumbled with the red ribbon, unwinding it carefully as he slowly lifted the lid. You kept your eyes fixed on his face, anxiously watching for his reaction as he peered inside.

Inside was a tiny onesie with Baby Reid printed in delicate cursive, accompanied by an ultrasound photo and the three positive tests you’d taken (because you hadn’t quite believed the first one).

Spencer stared down at the items in complete shock, his mouth opening and closing for a moment before he glanced up at you. "W-we're having a baby?" His voice trembled, his eyes welling with tears at the realization.

For more than a year, you and Spencer had been trying to conceive, with him meticulously tracking your cycle and researching every possible method to increase your chances. But each time, you were met with heartache and disappointment, tossing negative test after negative test into the trash. Eventually, you both resigned yourselves to the reality that, as much as you longed for a baby of your own, it might not be in the cards.

You’d never been happier to be wrong in your life.

Nodding your head, tears began to well in your own eyes as you flashed him a watery smile. "We're having a baby, Spence."

Before you could even process what was happening, he was up and kneeling in front of you, his hands gently cradling your stomach as tears began to fall. A choked laugh escaped him as he looked up at you, eyes wide with awe. "We're having a baby," he whispered again, pressing a tender kiss to your stomach despite the barely-there bump—just over eight weeks along.

The sight made your heart swell, one hand instinctively wiping away his tears, even as your own continued to fall. The other hand rested gently beside his on your stomach. And as you watched your husband speak softly to your unborn baby, you couldn’t help but feel that everything you’d ever wanted was finally right there, just beneath your fingertips.

Continued A/N's: AHHH this got posted a little later than intended because I kept coming back to edit HAHA but I truly hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did. I truly believe that man deserved a happy ending with baby geniuses of his own and this is my way of coping :') BUTTTT thank you so much for reading and Happy Valentine's Day again <3

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[overnightheartbeats]

His lips were coated in something sweet, her heart thumping with anticipation as he pulled her close. A happy, dazed hum escaped her as his lips reassured her and worked a magic that effectively brought her mind back to them. Even if they still talked about her, her worry and shame regarding her roommate was no more. Her right hand resting on the nape of his neck softly brushed his hair, smiling at his words. He really didn’t know just how much comfort he brought her, something to share with him. “I get that. Well, you won’t be in her space anymore. We won’t be. I meant what I said earlier, I’m moving out. Choosing, yeah that’d..be something.” Was it insane to tell him that her heart said him, no hesitation. It seemed too early to share such huge feelings, it had to be. But, when had that ever stopped her? “It’d be you though, for the record.”

In between saying yes, her laughter followed his. His eyelashes fanning against her cheek tickled, but she loved the feeling. “Yup, these eyes precisely. Oh, first day you saw me? I’d have been a goner.” She was already intrigued by him at that party, this would’ve just ensured she walked over much sooner. “Between pretty eyes and your bottle opening trick, I would’ve stuck to you from the moment you arrived.” Though, she remembered she had seen him around sometime before that. Leaning in to catch every single kiss he provided, she brushed his damp hair from his face. It was bizarre to think of how he had her heart dancing. How far deep was she. If he asked her to jump, she’d only ask how high. Oh, she was falling expeditiously. Just us, how nice that sounded from his lips.

Her hand had traveled down from his face to rest on his chest. Her dopey smile could not be hidden, meeting his family should be frightening. And, that’d eventually settle in, but for now, her excitement kept everything else at bay. The fact that he even wanted to introduce her meant he was serious. It wasn’t just her. Laurel was quick to shake her head to dispel the idea that she felt it was too fast. It didn’t matter to her, she loved it. “I want to meet your family, I want to do it all with you.” It was vague, but laurel was effectively letting him know, she was all in with him. “I like you too, so much, and yes let’s do it!” Her happiness was everywhere you looked, bursting at the seams. Bright eyes, her lips curved into a wide smile and her face a rosy color as if her feelings for him settled into her features, in full display for him. She was going to make a joke about the house he envisioned when he mentioned wanting to be honest. That was the other shoe dropping, wasn’t it? Oh, it was that. “You are really sweet being honest with me, and you’re in luck. We’re like…secretly in sync. I know I’m not the marriage type. So, I think that’s something we won’t have to worry about.” No one else knew that, he was the first person she told. But, that was a thing for later. “I’ll happily take loyal partner over the other stuff.”

“I’ll take all the stories you’re willing to share with me, though I’ll also ask your family,” she warned him with a grin before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Every opportunity to learn about him, she’d take.

It was a quiet afternoon, the diner had a few guests but the booth they favored was open, as if waiting for them. The whole way there, Laurel didn’t let go of his hand. Exclusivity really did have its perks, and she was on cloud nine over it. “So, Chicago trip, how long would it be? I’ll need to tell my dad.” Which reminded her, she’d need to plan a trip for him to meet her family. “Also, I’m good sharing a milkshake today, but I think I’m starving enough for my own fries. What do you think?”

He kissed her like the memory of Jenny was going to blur into the background. His hands at her face pulling her close, taking his time to slowly explore her mouth like they hadn't been acquainted yet. "Hmm, no I think we both bring each other comfort." Was he trying to be funny? Maybe. "I could never. Aside from the fact that I don't like to butt into other people's business. It just wasn't my place. I wasn't going to make you choose either. It's not her or me. I just don't want to be in her space."

He laughed and then fanned his eyelashes against his cheeks and bit his bottom lip. "These eyes? Right here? If I knew it was all it would take I'd have fanned them right at you the first day I saw you." he nodded and laughed as his face nuzzled hers and gave her a few more kisses. "Just us," he reaffirmed. He was pretty sure this was what it felt like to fall in love.

"I want you to meet my family. I know it's a little soon and if you feel like it's too fast, just tell me. I was actually going to do this at dinner but," he sighed and smiled. "I would like us to be exclusive. I can't see anyone else making me feel like you do. And it's not just because we have a sexual relationship either. It's not that at all. But, I really like you and do see you as more than just a college experience. I see the house and living the good life. Lots of laughter. But, I just want to be honest. Marriage isn't something I see for myself but I'll be the most loyal partner you'll ever have."

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "The good and the bad stories maybe the ugly ones." Giving her one last kiss he got up and pulled her by the chin. "Let's go,"

[andy-15-07]

Hello! Will you write a paulmescalxactress fic where Paul is on an interview/meeting and his daughter come in and wants to be in the video?!

When Family Steals the Spotlight

PAIRING:Paul Mescal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1927 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Paul Mescal Masterlist

Paul’s voice resonated with a calm confidence as he answered the interviewer’s latest question from the sleek, modern conference room. You sat beside him, your hand warm and reassuring on his arm, sharing quiet smiles as the camera captured his thoughtful expressions. The room buzzed with quiet professionalism—a backdrop of subtle lighting, neatly arranged chairs, and the gentle hum of equipment in use. Today’s interview was important; it wasn’t just about Paul’s latest project but also a rare opportunity to show a glimpse of the man behind the headlines.

“So, Paul,” the interviewer began, leaning forward with genuine curiosity, “what do you think has been the most transformative experience in your career so far?”

Paul’s eyes softened as he glanced at you before he answered. “I’d say every experience has its own place, but recently, balancing work and family has shown me a whole new perspective. It reminds me that no matter how high-profile our projects are, it’s the moments at home that ground me.”

A brief smile played on your lips as you exchanged a look with him—a silent acknowledgment of the life you both cherished. Just then, as the camera zoomed in to capture the sincerity in Paul’s eyes, the conference room door swung open unexpectedly.

“Daddy!” a small, gleeful voice rang out, and before anyone could react, a little girl with bright, inquisitive eyes and wild, curly hair darted into the frame. She wore a pastel jacket and clutched a small stuffed bear tightly against her chest.

Paul’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and delight flooding his expression. “Lila!” he exclaimed, his tone shifting from professional to tender as he reached out. The interviewer paused, clearly taken aback but intrigued by the sudden interruption.

Lila bounced on her toes, her voice exuberant and determined. “I want to be in the video, Daddy! Please, let me be in the video!” she chirped, waving her arms excitedly as if she were on a mission.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your eyes sparkling as you watched the heartwarming scene unfold. “She certainly knows how to make an entrance,” you whispered to Paul, who was now leaning down to gather his daughter into a gentle hug.

The interviewer, recovering from the surprise, smiled warmly. “Well, it looks like we have a special guest. How about we take a short break so little Lila can have her moment?” he suggested, his tone friendly and accommodating.

Paul looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours with a silent question, and you nodded encouragingly. “Of course,” you said softly, leaning in to add, “Family comes first.”

With a graceful chuckle, Paul addressed the camera, “I’m really sorry about that interruption, but I think it’s important you get to see the other side of my life, the one that means the world to me.” He patted Lila’s head affectionately. “This is Lila, my little star.”

Lila grinned, her cheeks dimpled with excitement. “Hi everyone! I’m Lila! I wanna say hi to all the people watching!” she announced in a loud, cheerful voice, her words tumbling over each other with the exuberance only a child could muster.

The interviewer’s smile broadened as he adjusted his microphone slightly. “Well, hello, Lila. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you know why Daddy is here today?” he asked, engaging her in a tone that was both playful and kind.

Lila’s eyes sparkled as she nodded vigorously. “Because Daddy makes movies and he’s super cool!” she declared, then paused, tilting her head as if pondering something important. “But I want to make movies too, Daddy! Can I make a movie with you?” she asked, looking up at him with hopeful intensity.

Paul’s laughter, warm and full of love, filled the room. “Maybe one day, kiddo. Maybe you’ll be the director or the star. But for now, how about you tell everyone one of your big ideas?” he said, his voice soft yet encouraging.

You listened, admiring the effortless bond they shared. “Lila, darling, why don’t you tell them what movie you’d like to make?” you prompted, your tone both playful and tender.

Lila’s little face lit up as she thought for a moment. “I want to make a movie about magic and adventures, where people can fly and talk to animals! And there’s a princess who saves the day!” she explained, her words tumbling out in an excited rush.

The interviewer clapped his hands together, clearly charmed by the impromptu performance. “That sounds absolutely fantastic, Lila. I can see you’re very creative! Paul, does your little director inspire you?” he asked, glancing at Paul with a twinkle in his eye.

Paul’s gaze softened as he looked at his daughter, then back to the camera. “Absolutely. Every day, she reminds me that there’s a world of wonder and possibility, even in the smallest moments. In fact,” he said, his tone playful, “she’s my biggest muse.”

You reached over and squeezed his hand, proud of the warmth and authenticity that shone through in his every word. “We all have a little muse inside us, don’t we?” you added, smiling at Lila, who now seemed to consider that notion with the seriousness only a child can manage.

Lila nodded earnestly. “I’m always your muse, Daddy!” she declared, and Paul’s smile widened into one that was as radiant as the morning sun. “Thank you, Lila,” he said softly, pulling her close as he whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.

After a moment of playful banter, the interviewer leaned forward, clearly eager to get back to the original subject. “Shall we resume, then?” he asked. “Paul, you were telling us about balancing your career and family.”

Paul straightened up slightly, still holding Lila’s hand as she reluctantly let go, her eyes still bright with excitement. “Yes,” he continued, “I was saying that every day is a balancing act. My work is a huge part of who I am, but it’s moments like these that truly define me—reminding me of the simple joys of life.” His voice carried a sincere warmth that resonated even with the unexpected twist of the interview.

Lila, not quite ready to step aside, interjected in her most authoritative tone, “Daddy, can I ask a question too?” she said, glancing between her father and the interviewer. The room fell into a brief, amused silence as everyone recognized the earnest determination in her small voice.

The interviewer, chuckling, nodded. “Of course, Lila. What would you like to ask?” he replied, directing his attention to the little girl.

Lila stepped forward, her posture surprisingly confident for her age. “Why do grown-ups always have to work so much? And can I work with Daddy when I grow up?” she asked, her voice both curious and candid.

Paul exchanged a fond look with you before answering, “Work is important, sweetheart, because it lets us do the things we love. But it’s also important to take time to enjoy life, to play, and to dream. And yes, you can work with me when you grow up, if that’s what you want.” His answer was tender, yet carried the wisdom of a man who had seen the highs and lows of a busy life.

The interviewer smiled broadly, clearly moved by the candidness of the exchange. “That’s a wonderful perspective, Paul. And Lila, you have a bright future ahead of you—full of dreams, adventures, and maybe even a bit of movie magic,” he said, eliciting another round of delighted giggles from the little one.

You leaned in close to Paul as the conversation resumed its rhythm. “It’s these unscripted moments that make life so beautiful,” you whispered, your eyes reflecting the pride and love you felt for both of them.

Paul nodded, his gaze lingering on you before returning to the camera. “Absolutely. I believe that every day holds a little magic if we just allow ourselves to embrace it—whether it’s a heartfelt conversation during an interview or an unexpected interruption from someone you love.”

The camera captured every nuance of the moment—the spontaneous laughter, the loving glances, and the gentle interplay between professional poise and familial warmth. The interviewer wrapped up the segment with a remark that acknowledged the delightful disruption. “Thank you, Paul—and thank you, Lila, for reminding us all that sometimes the best parts of life are the unplanned, joyful moments.”

As the filming concluded, the atmosphere in the room shifted to one of relaxed contentment. Paul set aside his papers and walked over to where Lila was now playfully chasing you around the room. “I think she just might have stolen the show today,” he murmured, his voice soft with amusement and affection.

You laughed, reaching out to ruffle Lila’s hair. “It seems she’s already a natural on camera,” you replied. “Maybe we should consider making a short film just with her in it.”

Lila’s eyes widened with excitement at the suggestion. “Really? Can we make a movie about flying, magic, and adventures? With a princess, and animals that talk?” she asked breathlessly, her imagination clearly set alight by the prospect.

Paul knelt down to her level, smiling. “Anything is possible, sweetheart. We can create a world where every dream comes true,” he said, his voice filled with the promise of endless possibilities.

The interviewer’s earlier professionalism had given way to a more personal connection by now, and even as the crew began to pack up, a few lingering cameras captured moments of laughter, hugs, and whispered plans for future projects. One crew member remarked softly, “You two make such a lovely family. It’s inspiring to see that balance between work and life.”

Paul smiled, his eyes warm and grateful. “It’s not always easy,” he admitted, “but it’s moments like these that remind me why I do what I do. The love, the laughter, the unexpected joy—it all fuels my passion for storytelling.”

As the room gradually emptied, you and Paul found a quiet moment to stand together by the door. “I’m so glad she came in today,” you said softly, leaning against him. “It was a reminder that sometimes life has a way of surprising us in the best possible ways.”

Paul wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his gaze lingering on the spot where Lila had danced into view. “She’s a constant reminder of everything that matters,” he said, his voice gentle. “Her energy, her creativity—they inspire me to keep pushing forward, to make every day count.”

Outside, the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the building, and you both stepped into the cool air, your hearts light and filled with a renewed sense of purpose. “Maybe we should celebrate with a little family picnic,” you suggested, your eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Paul grinned. “I think that sounds perfect. Let’s go home, grab some sandwiches, and enjoy the rest of the day—just us and our little star,” he said.

As you walked together down the corridor, hand in hand, the lingering echoes of the interview—filled with laughter, unexpected interruptions, and heartfelt dialogue—reminded you that the best stories in life are often the ones that aren’t planned at all. In that unguarded moment, you realized that love, family, and the willingness to embrace life’s delightful surprises were the true ingredients of happiness.

And as you both stepped out into the fading light of the day, you knew that no matter how many interviews, meetings, or camera flashes came your way, it was these unspoken moments—the ones filled with genuine connection and boundless love—that would always remain at the heart of your story.

[roboobies-guilliman]

Meeting Interrupted

This is a Guilliman x OC fic, please enjoy. I'll make info posts on Silvia and Lucretia at some point. I also plan to write more with them, so look forward to that.

The meeting had long since ended, yet the lights in the meeting hall still shone. Most of the Primarchs had already left when the meeting ended, yet a few lingered afterwards.

Roboute Guilliman had originally stayed after to finish taking notes and making plans for the future, but he had gradually got brought into the conversation taking place between his brothers. His dataslate lay to the side, forgotten, as he listened to the tale his brother was telling.

Roboute listened as Leman Russ detailed an amusing anecdote from one of the latest victory feasts of the Space Wolves. A knock on the door interrupted the story, however, and all Primarchs attending turned towards the large door as it swung open, admitting an Ultramarine.

The Astartes made the sign of the Aquila before addressing Roboute. “Lord Father, your wife is here to see you.”

Roboute stood from his chair. “Then I'll come see her.”

He strode towards the door, ignoring Leman whistling behind him.

Silvia stood just outside the door to the meeting hall, with her two Ultramarine guards standing to both her sides. Her long brown hair was slightly frazzled, and Roboute could see the bags under her eyes. It seems she was not sleeping enough.

Lucretia, on the other hand, was very energetic. Nestled in her mother's arms, she babbled and waved her arms, excited, when she saw her father.

Roboute got down on one knee to be closer to his wife and daughter. “Silvia, love, you called for me?”

Silvia gave him a tired smile. “My apologizes for interrupting your meeting. It's bedtime, yet Lucretia doesn't want to sleep. I've spent almost an hour trying to get her to sleep, yet no matter who or what I try, she won't sleep. I'm hoping her father will help convince her to sleep.”

Roboute felt a twinge of guilt for relaxing with his brothers while his wife struggled to put their child to bed. “There is no need to apologize, our meeting ended a while ago. I was just chatting with some of my brothers. I should apologize to you, for not coming to help you earlier. I will be more than glad to take our little anaticula off your hands for the night.”

Silvia smiled as she handed Lucretia over into Roboute's waiting arms. He still marveled over how small his little girl was, especially compared to him.

“There's no need for you to apologize either, I'm glad you're able to spend time with your brothers. Maybe spending time with her uncles will help Lucretia go to sleep?” Silvia suggested.

Roboute hesitated for a moment. His daughter had yet to spend more than a few minutes in the presence of any of his brothers, nothing more than a quick introduction. The Primarchs he most worried about her being around had already left the second the meeting ended, however, and the brothers that had stayed after would not attempt to hurt his daughter.

“I suppose we shall have to see.” He replied, kissing his wife on the cheek. “Go and sleep, love. Lucretia and I will join you shortly.”

Silvia stood on her tiptoes to return Roboute's kiss to the cheek, then leaned over to give the excited Lucretia a kiss on the forehead.

“Be good for Papa, okay, Lucy?”

Lucretia babbled and waved her arms excitedly.

“Goodnight, my love,” Roboute told his wife.

“Goodnight, darling,” Silvia told her husband.

They shared an embrace one more time, before Silvia returned down the hall, her Astartes bodyguards following her.

Roboute watched her until she turned the corner and was out of sight, before looking down at his giggling daughter.

“Let's go greet your uncles, shall we?”

~~

Russ was telling a different story when Roboute re-entered the meeting hall, Lucretia nestled in the crook of his arm. As he took his seat once again, Horus noticed Lucretia in Roboute's arm and interrupted Russ.

“Oh ho, brought a guest back with you, Guilliman?”

The rest of the Primarchs turned to look at Roboute.

Roboute shifted Lucretia in his arm, ensuring she was comfortable. “Someone was uninterested in going to sleep, and was keeping her poor mother up.”

Vulkan laughed, loud and boisterous. “Children! Ever energetic.”

“Gaabaa!” Lucretia babbled excitedly in Roboute's arms, thrusting her arms towards Sanguinius.

“It appears we've found her favorite uncle!” Horus jested.

Sanguinius smiled. “I'm sure it's only because this is our first time meeting.”

“It's her first time meeting any of us! She wants a fistful of feathers, I'd wager.” Russ exclaimed.

Sanguinius winced. “Not a whole fistful, but I wouldn't mind parting with a feather for Lucretia, if you wouldn't mind.” He looked to Roboute for confirmation.

Roboute knew that Sanguinius took meticulous care of his wings, and so accepted the offered feather gracefully. Lucretia tracked the feather with her eyes as it was passed down the table to her father.

Roboute held the feather out to his daughter, and watched as she reached out and grabbed it in a fist. She immediately moved to stick the feather in her mouth, but Roboute carefully and gently intercepted her hand with a finger. Chuckles sounded around the rest of the table as the other Primarchs watched Roboute handle his daughter.

“No, the feather is not for eating,” he told her seriously.

“I don't think she'll understand you, Guilliman.” Russ said.

“At her age, she should be able to understand simple words like ‘no’,” Roboute refuted.

Sure enough, Lucretia didn't attempt to stick the feather in her mouth again, and instead vigorously shook her tightly clenched fist up and down.

“Children are much smarter than you might assume,” Vulkan said. “Even one as young as Lucretia. Though it's the toddlers you should watch out for the most!”

As Vulkan launched into stories of the exploits of several young children he had encountered, Roboute settled back in his chair. He watched his daughter play with her newly gifted toy, and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her head.

His little anaticula was the greatest gift he had ever been given, and it warmed his heart to see his daughter be given a gift from one of her uncles.

There'd be loads of gifts in her future, from all sorts of people, but this particular gift would hold a special place in his heart. He didn't get along well with all of his brothers, so knowing his daughter had some of her uncles supporting her warmed his heart. His daughter deserved only the best.

[gamebunny-advance]

HmHm.

I think a Hairdorables head on a Cave Club body would make a decent Mayday doll.

Nothing's gonna be perfect, but I think Hairdorables matches her face/head shape a lil'better than the base Cave Club.

Ya know. If somebody wants to get on that.

[aroaceleovaldez]

so in HoO we get a totally unaddressed thing about the Hephaestus cabin apparently have an underground tunnel system beneath their cabin that they’ve been excavating for almost a century and haven’t found the end to yet. We never hear about this again. But when Jake Mason is explaining it, he jokes to Will Solace that “You Apollo guys can’t have all the fun,” which implies the Apollo cabin also has secrets.

Anyways I think we should just start headcanoning random wild secret areas of each cabin just for fun.

[nexus-nebulae]

every day i wish that Rats SMP was a cartoon bc it would make the greatest show ever i think

[cursedthing]

.soldier sardines! one am soldier sardines! saw a bunch of cute cat photos and thought of these three

[swordmaid]

having so much feelings about shri’iia receiving scratch and owlbear’s love SO bad what do you mean these creatures love her unconditionally. what do you mean she’s on the receiving end of unquestioning love and devotion for the first time because she showed them a sliver of kindness. why is that so strangely familiar to her, woman who devoted her entire being for an uncaring goddess’ attention. she’s not gonna put two and two together tho.

[christinaroseandrews]

A friend of mine died on Tuesday.

I hadn't seen Jan in years. Not because we didn't want to see each other, but because we couldn't. Money. Health issues. Distance. The obstacles were pretty damn great.

But that didn't mean that we weren't friends. We kept in touch. Mostly on Facebook. Before that LiveJournal. Before that AIM and ICQ. I've known her a long time.

I first met her at Katsucon. Then again at the first Anime Central. And then again and again at conventions over the years. We just clicked. When she moved back to the US from Japan I went to her house several times. And she even came to mine. Which if you know me you know is a fairly big deal...

She wasn't the first transgender person I knew. But she was the first I knew well and the first that I knew both pre transition and post transition. I got to see firsthand just happier she was after she began living as her authentic self. It was literally night and day.

She was beautiful and fun and generous and loving. In the pictures that I have of her her smile is so wide and so bright that you could swear that the sun shone out of her soul.

Is she also had her darker moments. And she wasn't perfect, not by a long margin. She had her demons. And her burdens. She lived her life as a true hedonist and that came back to haunt her. But she never stopped trying to suck the marrow out of life, live to her fullest.

I'm going to miss her.

Rest in power, Jan April Scott-Frazier. The world is dimmer now that you're no longer in it.

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Mom called me a shitty roommate today bc after months of her telling me to rent a uhaul (too young to do so) and then flaking out on me whenever I asked her if we could it on x day, I gave up on trying to get my bf's heavy TV and dresser and ordered a mountable tv, instead of buying more storage totes so that I could add to the ever increasing stack of totes in our guest bedroom

[diseaseriddencube]

THE AKUDAMA DRIVE STAGE PLAY IS NOW AVAILABLE!!!!!

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

…

[freckliedan]

So there is currently no evidence of more than one bedroom right? We only know of the ass chair one?

i have actively avoided knowing things about the layout of their forever home! i have no idea but i think that's most likely true. imo they could have separate bedrooms bc like.. it's nice to have your own space, and they can afford that, but that they probably share the same room for sleeping nearly all the time even if that's the case.

[offthedeeepend]

Octatrio Guest Room Special Gifts

Azul: antique coin

Jade: book of teas

Floyd: pale grey scarf