#the reference I used for this was a photo of my mom and my brother

[smallbirdy]

more talia and damian

- mother and son ✨️

#the reference I used for this was a photo of my mom and my brother #I love the result #this is the drawing i was doing for mothers day by the way #talia al ghul #damian al ghul #damian wayne #good mom talia al ghul #good mom talia #family portrait #al ghul family #batfam #robin #baby damian wayne #dc #dc fanart #fanart #my art <3 #art

[lecl3rcw]

KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | Leclerc brothers x sister! reader

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Pairings: Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo Leclerc x sister! reader (model reader)

Summary: As Arthur and Y/N are on live together, Arthur accidentally spills his guts on Y/N crush on this mystery man, who is this man? And what will her brothers’s reaction be.

Warnings: I’m using meeya dugied’s photos as a reference! But reader has no faceclaim!

Author’s note: WHOO it’s been a while, hope you guys have been well, I just wanted to say Thankyou for being so patient with me, I’ve had a lot going on in my life but just know your requests are in the process of being finalized! I’m the meantime, this is just a little short fic for everyone!

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“Do you think the chicken came first or the egg?”

“….Shut up Arthur”

The boy narrowed his eyes at his twin, the two youngest leclercs were on Y/N’s Instagram live because they were so bored and since then it’s been a blur.

“Y/N who is your favorite brother out of the 3, Lorenzo for sure” she reads out the question and answers it without hesitation.

“Girllll whats up your ass today, did Jo-” before he could say more, the girl quickly covers his mouth, “Shut the fuck up Arthur! I swear I’m never telling you anything again!” She says, pushing his face out of the frame.

“Ouch! See guys this is what happens when you’ve had the fattest crush on this dude named J-” She interrupted him once more.

“Ok everybody! That’s it for this live, Thankyou so much for keeping us entertained and I hope you all have an amazing day! Love you” she says quickly before turning the live off.

“You’re actually such a cunt Arthur” she says as she pushes him again.

“What? It’s not like I said his name” he responds standing up

“it’s not your place Hoe” she responds standing up.

“Whatever girl, talk to the fucking hand” he says raising his hand in the most sassy way possible before walking off.

What in the sassy men apocalypse, she shook it off and just allayed down on the couch, before she got a text.

She rolls her eyes again, “I’m so sick of them” she scoffs.

She smiled at the replies her tweet got, the f1 fanbase has got to be the most creative one yet to exist. Tired from scrolling, she shuts her phone down and decides to rest her eyes. However, her peace only lasted for 20 minutes as her phone rang for a Group FaceTime call. She lets out a loud groan but answers it.

“So Y/N, Tell us who this man” Lorenzo asks.

“Again, no hi, no hello” she responds.

“Y/N I swear!” Charles interrupts her.

“Oh my god, for fucks sake, it’s Jo-” Arthur starts but is immediately interrupted,

“STOP, fine, I’ll text it to you” she says before shooting the groupchat a text.

“Oh Y/N, you know that never ends well” Charles says.

“Says you? Let me ask all your ex girlfriends” she responds in a very snarky way, Charles looked taken aback.

“Ok damn girl, calm down no need to get all violent🙄” he says visibly rolling his eyes.

“Sorry Charlie, i didn’t mean that, if Alexandra and Charlotte are there tell them i love them and that they’re way better than their mans, anyways bye goodnight, have a good trip” she says.

“You too Chérie, hope your photo shoot goes well tomorrow!” Charles says before hanging up, Lorenzo adds to that with “and goodluck with J-”

“OK GOODBYE” she says hanging up, she lets out a sigh and puts her hand on her face. She gets up and does her skincare routine, and goes to sleep.

The next morning, her flight to Milan was very early so she was at the airport by 6.

She hugs Arthur, “Bye tur tur, hope your race testing goes well” he hugs back tight, “you too Y/n/n”

She hugs her mom tightly, “Love you Maman” she squeezes her, Pascale reciprocating the action. “I love you, text me when you land” her mom says, and the young girl nods. She waved one last goodbye to her mom and her brother before boarding the flight.

She makes a quick post on her Instagram before shutting her phone off for her flight.

y/n.leclerc

y/n.leclerc june with my fav people ever🫶🏻 p.s. Alexandra is the best photographer

tagged charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc, lorenzotollotaleclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, carla.brocker, charlottedipietro, pascale_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc WHATS 4+4😝

^y/n.leclerc ATEEEEEEE

^charles_leclerc girllll more like -8

^y/n.leclerc I’m gonna beat your ass.

alexandrasaintmleux my chérie😍

^y/n.leclerc THE LITERAL LOVE OF MY LIFE😍

bellahadid let’s get married

^y/n.leclerc I’m gonna bite you☺️

leclercupdates NOT THE BENGALS LIKING

^wags4life LIKE ARIANA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE?

y/n’swhore SHES LITERALLY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON EVER😞

What the girl didn’t expect was to get a text from one of the most popular teams ever.

Bengals Hello! We would like to host a partnership with you, we wanted to invite you to one of our games as an honorary guest, you can bring up to 6 people.

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#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x sister!reader #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

⋆ 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼: 𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓑𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓼 ⋆

Please note: This is a repost from my old blog, @sugarcookiesheep!

This was the first story I ever posted on my old blog, and my first series too! It was a series that featured most of the Twisted Wonderland cast as fathers, and what their child/children are like! (With the Reader being referred to as mom!)

I had only completed Riddle and Cater's parts (while posting sneak peaks of others), and I may come back to it someday! Until then, enjoy! ♡

⋆ As a father I believe that Riddle would be strict but fair. He would be patient with his children and control his temper but wouldn’t be afraid to put his foot down. He’d be the type of parent to implement chore wheels and good behavior charts and use parental controls on electronics to make sure his kids keep up with their studies. If they were doing particularly bad in a certain subject or struggled with something, Riddle would be more than happy to tutor them. He would make worksheets to help them practice and would take extra care helping them with homework or assignments, and make sure to go over exactly what they’re struggling with until they understood. If his child’s school had a PTA (Parent Teacher Association) he would be a part of it for sure.

⋆ Riddle’s eldest son would be a little troublemaker, not really following any of the rules Riddle makes. Instead, he would question Riddle’s rules and create his own, making a game out of it. Riddle once tried to follow his son’s rules (in the hopes that it would teach him some obedience), but his son just gave him a look of confusion before stating that the rules had changed, and that Riddle was now breaking the rules by following the old ones. Let’s just say this game is Riddle’s least favorite lol

⋆ While he’s good for his mom, he enjoys riling his father up and always acts innocent afterwards in the hopes of getting away with it (You never really seem to buy it though)

⋆ He has a big sweet tooth (just like his father), constantly trying to sneak cookies or tarts or cakes out of the kitchen. Half the time he doesn’t even try to sneak it, just grabs whatever he’s after and makes a run for it. You’ll be doing some cleaning, trying to tidy up the house, when suddenly here comes your toddler running with fistfuls of cookies while your husband chases after him. Even when you lock the desserts up he still somehow manages to get them, much to Riddle’s dismay.

⋆ In place of gold stars you decided to get scented stickers shaped like desserts for the good behavior chart, as that seemed to encourage your eldest son to behave more

⋆ Whenever he has a nightmare, he always goes to his dad. You’ve walked into the kitchen more than once in the early morning and found Riddle and your son fast asleep at the table, half empty mugs of milk and cookie crumbs around them. It’s a sight that always fills you with warmth.

⋆ When he gets to be a little bit older (around 5 or 6) You and Riddle cave and get him the pet hedgehog he’d been wanting (Riddle hoping it teaches him some responsibility) He is very responsible when it comes to his pet and takes excellent care of him. He considers the hedgehog to be his best friend (and partner in crime), taking him wherever he goes. (The hedgehog’s name is Beef Hedgington, and he’s named after Beef Wellington)

⋆ The boys are around 5-6 years apart age wise, so your eldest son got his pet hedgehog Beef before his little brother was born.

⋆ There are plenty of times where you or Riddle would enter the baby’s room and find that your eldest left his pet in his brother’s crib. When you ask him, he’d simply say that Beef is there to watch over him and protect him if need be. It makes for some cute photos in the family album!

⋆ Riddle’s younger son is quite the contrast to his brother, a shy boy that tries his best to follow the rules and doesn’t want to stand out. He’s content watching quietly in the background as his older brother gets up to his latest shenanigans, though on occasion he can be convinced to join him.

⋆ He prefers to play alone or with his brother, usually keeping to himself while your eldest is running around with the other kids at the park. He gets a bit anxious in social situations, especially when he’s unfamiliar with the person. But if another kid did approach him and wanted to play with him he would hesitate for a second before nodding his head yes, gesturing towards the toys he was playing with. It always makes you and Riddle so happy whenever he makes a new friend at school, his body language giving away how excited he is.

⋆ Much like your husband and eldest son (and you), your younger son also has a big sweet tooth. Unlike your eldest though, he doesn’t try to sneak or take any desserts. Instead he would follow you around as you’re baking, or gaze longingly at whatever sweet he wanted. You would pick up on this and give him one as a treat, or let him lick the spoon while you’re baking (after making him promise not to tell his brother)

⋆ Riddle started a tradition where when it’s someone’s birthday in the family, you would all go to Trey’s bakery and get them their own special cake/dessert. The kid’s always get so excited whenever they get to go see their “Uncle Trey”, especially when it’s one of their birthdays. They always have fun choosing a different cake flavor or dessert every year, watching Trey make and decorate it before serving it to them. You have a special photo album specifically for these occasions, making sure to always include Trey and his family in the pictures.

⋆ One of your favorites in the album is a photo from Riddle’s birthday, his face and shirt a mess of frosting as your two boys had both wanted to feed their father his cake. Trey is in the background laughing while your off to the side trying to wipe some frosting off Riddle’s face, your two boys smiling towards the camera with frosting smudged around their mouths. It’s a photo you love so much you end up framing it and hanging it near the front door so that it’s the last thing Riddle sees when he leaves to go to work. A beautiful reminder of his wonderful and loving family ♡

Originally posted: November 25th, 2023

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

#♡.sheep writes #♡.twst #♡.riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader

[cowboyjen68]

Hi!!

I just wanted to ask some advice from one butch to another.

I recently got my dream job of being a warden on a nature reserve (and i love it!), while interacting with people there I get called a young man very often (i am 18 lol) and it gives me euphoria to know im masculine enough to even pass as a man. I've also had some volunteers ask if I was a man or not (despite my feminine name).

But recently I got called a "lady" outside while out with my mother. It drove me INSANE I cried alot.

Don't get me wrong I do identify as a woman but I hate being seen as a lady.

I've even thought about using he/him pronouns recently and changing my name but i'm too scared to as most people won't understand bc im still a lesbian.

Is this strange?

ps love u and ur blog lots xx

This is an easy answer because I was 18 once and looked enough like a teenage boy that I got "hey sport" and "hey young man" all the time, especially when in my work clothes. I worked for The Mayor's Youth Corp in Iowa City in the summers of my 15th and 16th year. Mom and Dad let me get a work permit AND bought me a used Datsun Pickup so I could drive myself the 20 miles there and back each day.

I was a volunteer with the Corp of Engineers youth from 14 to 16 and Dad knew I was super excited about this job. Mom was not thrilled that I wanted to cut my hair but my "grand mullet" was really hot under the hard hat in the summer heat of Iowa. (in the 1980's boys and girls had the short in front long and permed in back look) We compromised and I cut the sides really short. (photo of my me at 16 in my uniform for reference)

Using "he" would never have occurred to me because "EWWW Boys". This is not to say, however, that I hated being mistaken for a boy, on the contrary, it felt good. When someone thought I was a young man it meant they treated me as such. They didn't talk down to me, I knew they assumed I was capable and willing to get dirty. I knew unconsiously that along with the mistaken identity came many perks. This was nothing I analyzed but little girls see very early on the difference in treatment they recieve from their brothers, male cousins and neighborhood boys. This difference leads us to become negotiators to control our circumstances and not entittled to treatment based on our skills and actual personalies.

When an adult recognized me as a boy, even for a second at first glance, I knew I didn't have to prove myself. They, for an instant, assigned to me words like "strong, capable, demanding etc". No negotations required.

When someone realized I was a girl they literally had a change in their face. They smiled at me, softened their voice. When I was called "young lady" or "Miss" it always seemed to be backed my the worst assumptions (in my mind anyway). Lady is steeped in all kinds of traits I didnt want assigned to me. "quiet, weak, likes to dress pretty"OR "motherly, submissive, meek" Nothing good in my teen brain, that is for sure. Lady felt so OLD, so married to a man and reliant on him for survival, so polyster pants and ugly flats and scratchy blouses with a flower imprint. NONE of these things are inherent to being a woman or even socially forced on us but that is not how things work sometimes. Words that describe people get stereotypes and myths and traits attached to them all the time. Woman and girl are no different.

I can tell you, the best feeling in the world when I was in that job was when my supervisor, who damn well knew I was a young woman, trusted me with all the same tasks as the boys. Who valued my opinions and abilities equally to the young men. He took time to teach me what I didn't know, just like with them and didn't assume I couldn't or didn't want to learn things on the job. He didn't shame ANYONE for not being strong enough or for getting tired or needing a break.

Don't let the assumptions of others force you into another box of conformity. You don't need a boys name or to use any pronouns you don't feel connected to just to please others. In fact, none of that effort will change perceptions of those around you. I can promise that one day being called Lady will just be another word that you can hear and know it does not change your personality or your interests or control the hope you have for your future. What does waste a lot of time and energy is trying to adjust things in your life to fit incorrect or snap assumptions about you as a person. You can never control the thoughts of those around you but what you can do is stop worrying about it and enjoy YOU.

You have a job you love and are sure to thrive in. You are solid in your sexuality and love of women, you are in a unique position to possibly change the perceptions of others when they think of "young women". Your interactions with the public are sure to effect the assumpions of at least some people when they think of young women and their roles in our society.

Congratulations on your new career and I bet you rock that uniform.

#lesbian #butch #stereotypes #careers #words #lady

[nathaslosthershit]

[3.5] Why Birdie?

Mat Barzal x Hughes!sister

Part of the Birdie Hughes AU

Here is the link for the Masterlist 

Summary: Mat finally asks why her friends and family refer to her as Birdie

Various interviews from each of her brothers had come out and Birdie had watched them with Mat. He knew her friends and family called her Birdie. She had even told him that he could, although he usually used a sweet pet name for her, he especially liked how flustered she would get when he would use one.

“Sweets, why do they call you Birdie?” she giggled at the name.

“What, you don’t like it?” She teased.

“No, not at all, it's cute. I'm just confused as to why?”

“When I was very young, I would call every single animal I saw a ‘birdie’. All because we had a bird feeder outside my bedroom window that I really liked to watch. Then I saw squirrels eating from it, and I just had decided in my toddler mind that if it isn’t a human, it's a ‘birdie’. My parents thought it was cute till they started to get concerned.” She laughed.

Mat’s heart ached at the thought of a baby version of the girl in front of him. When he found childhood pictures of her and her brothers after he couldn’t sleep the night they met, he had started imagining so much more of his life with her. Which was crazy, they hadn’t even made anything official. Sure they acted like a couple, and definitely did things couples did, he had been nervous about saying anything. Which was so unlike him.

But maybe that was a sign that this was different from relationships in the past. If he is already so nervous about messing it up, but wants a future with her, a long one at that, he should just say something.

“Mat?” Birdie asks, sending him out of his daze. “I asked if you wanted to see baby photos? My mom sent a bunch for my birthday months ago and I finally got around to making an album.” After a very eager ‘yes’ from Mat, she went to fetch the book.

It was definitely ill-advised to start imagining your future kids with a woman you weren’t even official with yet, but here Mat was. As she went through story after story, explaining all her fondest, and most embarrassing moments, he couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Date me please” was all he said. Probably the most idiotic request to leave his mouth in his 20+ years of life.

“Excuse me?” Birdie asked, taken aback.

“Be my girlfriend, partner, significant other, whatever the fuck you want to call it. Just- I really, really like you, Birdie, and it is killing me that you aren’t mine.” He was no Jane Austen, that was for sure, but he was genuine, and so sweet, and so so hot.

How could she ever refuse?

Without saying anything back, she answered with a kiss, then another, and another, till they were all tangled in each other.

Now she definitely had to tell her brothers. 

#nat speaks (it would be nice if she would stop) #nhl imagine #mat barzal x reader #Birdie Hughes au ☀️

[shygirl4991]

Coffee Prince and The Frog Prologue

A Collab with @lizaluvsthis and @alianarepasa

Art for this chapter cover included done by @alianarepasa Next Chapter Kid SMG3 and Family Reference by alianarepasa SMG4 and SMG3 Outfit Reference by Lizaluvsthis Summary: SMG3 is a busboy with a dream to run his own cafe, he slaves away at his friends restaurant in hopes to save enough to open his cafe. But when a talking frog named SMG4 asks for a kiss to break a curse placed on him, the two will end up going on  a journey that will change their lives forever. 

Tags: slow burn, inspired by Disney princess and the frog, love confessions, falling in love, animal transformation, adopted family relationship, fluff, angst, voodoo

In a mansion deep in the mushroom kingdom lives the Fungo family, a small rich family where twin boys lived with their father Bootleg and mother lady Rosea. A knock was heard echoing through the mansion late in the night. One of the servants runs to the door and opens it only to see a basket with a baby inside, she runs to grab the lord of the house. He steps outside and picks up the child confused, seeing the note tape to the blanket he reads it “SMG3? What a strange name for a child,” the baby's eyes open catching the man's attention. When his eyes met with the child's ruby red eyes it was over, he walked inside screaming to his wife “HONEY WE HAVE A NEW SON!” “WE WHAT!?” she yells back startled by the sudden news.

Nine years passed since then, the castle was shrouded in darkness as the lord of the house mourned the loss of his wife. He looked at the family photo and knew he had to be strong for his sons, the struggle was the youngest. Over time the twins Mario and Luigi started to act more like themselves, but that young boy he took in was becoming trouble. He walks around the house and notices black paint staining the floor, he sighs following it and catches the child painting his crown. “Three, what are you doing?” the child freezes as he slowly turns and gives him a smirk as he flashes his golden crown now with a skull on it “I was fixing my crown, gold is so lame but now look how awesome it looks!” He squints at his son before letting out a sigh “Three that crown just wont work, we come from an important family you can't just walk around with a skull on your crown!” SMG3 pouts cleaning up the extra paint on the crown then stares at the skull on it. After a few moments of thinking he placed it on his head “Then maybe i want to do my own thing! Mom always told me being different isn't bad.”  Three gives his father a smile only to lose it when Bootleg snatches the crown from his head “I will get this cleaned, now get ready it's almost story time you know your brother hates to miss it.” 

He watches his father walk away and sighs as he drags himself to Luigi’s room, seeing his younger brother Luigi pull Three in for a hug causing the younger sibling to panic and struggle to break free from the sudden affection. Luigi let's go giving a bright smile to him “Why so down?” “Dad didn't like my idea of adding a cool design to our crowns, what's wrong with wanting a skull on my crown! Ugh now he is going to read us gross love stories.” he groans sitting on the floor. He never cared for fairy tales; he rather sat down and read scary stories then listened to how some chick gave up her life for a dude she fell for to be happy with someone else. Luigi frowns “But love stories are amazing Three, the idea of going on some grand adventure with someone and falling for them how does that sound gross?” SMG3 lays on the floor staring at the green curtains thinking on how to explain to his brother. 

“If I learn anything from these stories dad read us, romance is all flowers and sunshine you have to sacrifice everything for some random person cause oh no my heart skips a beat! Maybe go get checked by a doctor if your heart is doing that idiot!”  Once he was done explaining he closed his eyes waiting for a reaction. His brother sighs sitting next to him “I think finding that certain someone is amazing, someone that just understands you where no one else can.” 

It took Three everything in him to not make a sarcastic remark, he opened his eyes and stared at the door. His father was taking too long meaning that Mario found the stash of pasta in the mansion again, his older brother was never the same after eating spaghetti in that party they went to last week. All he ever talks about is how he wants more spaghetti then throws a tantrum if he doesn't get any, if anything would be a fun fairytale to read it be the love story with his brother and the food.

The door swings open revealing their father with Mario tied up behind him “Story time kids!” Mario shakes his head trying to worm himself away “NO THAT'S GAY!” their father sighs, picking up the child “Mario don't say things like that around Three!” “Too late my mind has been filled with so much i dont think Mario’s high IQ talk can save me,” he chuckles earning a glare from his father.

He drops Mario next to his siblings as he takes out a book “Today’s story is princess and the frog,” hearing the title Three gets up excited, he remembers how his mother used to read him the story before bed. He never did understand how throwing a frog to a wall helped break a curse but it worked so who was he to judge how magic works. His dad smiled at him, surprised to see the young one finally interested in a story, as he kept reading that excitement was draining from the child's face.  Three was now laying on the floor asking for someone to take him away from the cringe, Luigi was in love with the story, and Mario was trying to eat the rope to break free. 

“The ugly little frog looked up with sad, round eyes and pleaded ‘oh please, dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch!’ the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea that she stooped down, picked up the slippery creature and kissed him!” He smiles at the kids to see their reaction. Luigi giggled at the sweet story while SMG3 sat there eyes wide at his father, Mario gave up on escaping and fell asleep during the story.

Luigi got up and hugged his dad. “That was an amazing story, I hope I meet my frog prince.” SMG3 shakes his head running up to his older brother “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! KISSING A FROG WHAT IF YOU GET WARTS!" Three stare’s with disgust. Luigi shakes his head "Frogs don't give warts three," he turns to his brother "DOES SHE KNOW THAT?"

Luigi giggles at his brother's panic and pulls him into a hug “When it comes to love why not take that risk! Maybe you will get it when you meet your frog prince and or princess!”  SMG3 blushes trying to escape the hug, the thought of kissing a frog grossed him out and had no idea why his brother wanted to curse him with a frog. Their father chuckles, “Hey the princess won at the end the frog became a handsome prince!” 

Finally free from the hug Three glares at his father “Yeah cause man i just met that was a frog a second ago really yells marriage material!”  Bootleg sighs slamming the book shut “When you hit your twenties i expect you to change that tone!” SMG3 pouts at his fathers stern tone before they all get told to go to bed. Mario cheers being set free and runs off full speed on the hunt, Bootleg sighs as he starts to chase after Mario. SMG3 waves goodbye at his brother before heading to his room, changing into his skull pj’s he hops into bed and smiles softly at his frog plush “Oh Terrance, when will dad get that these fairytales are so lame! You know…mom understood,” he hears a bark making him sit up and squeal “Come here!” a small egg shaped dog jumps into Three’s arms excitedly. He loves his brother’s but there is nothing more comforting than a cuddle session with Eggdog. 

Slowly he falls asleep with Eggdog in his arms not hearing the door to his room open, Mario looks around and sneaks in, taking SMG3 plushie and running out of the room giggling. The door slams, waking Three up, he looks around the room with Eggdog and notices his plushie missing “What?” Mario was giggling as he thought of a perfect prank to do to his twin, since his brother was so into kissing frogs he was going to get his brother to kiss the frog plushie. The twist is he will have put hot sauce on the lips of the plushie, he keeps sneaking down the hallway till he hears barking. Turning around his eyes go wide seeing SMG3 charging down the hallway “HEY! LEAVE TERRANCE ALONE!” Mario takes a step back before running away from Three. 

Three growls as he charges at his older brother “Give him back!” Eggdog catches up biting Mario’s pants, in one swift movement Three grabs the arm of the plushie. SMG3 glares at Mario “LET GO MARIO YOUR GONNA BREAK IT YOU IDIOT!” Then it happens, the arm starts to tear causing Three’s eyes to go wide. Before he has a chance to let go the arm of the frog plush arm rips off, SMG3 falls to his knees with the arm in his hands. His eyes start to water causing Mario to panic “Mario can fix it look!” He takes the arm from Three and tries to shove the arm back into the plush. His attempt to fix the plushie only broke it more, seeing this Three break into tears “I HATE YOU MARIO!”

Panicking he runs and grabs his twin “LUIGI! SMG3 IS CRYING HELP!” Luigi sees the broken plush and pulls three for a hug “It’s okay Three dad can buy you a new one.” Hearing this, Three pulled away and wiped his tears glaring at his older brother “I don't want a new one! HE IS MY BEST FRIEND WHY DO YOU ALL THINK BUYING STUFF FIXES EVERYTHING!” he grabs his broken plushie and runs off to his room crying.

He sits on his bed wiping his tears, there had to be a way to fix his buddy. He sniffs as he thinks to himself, he walks to a drawer and gets tape “It’s okay Terrance i will fix ya buddy, Eggdog guard the door and don't let those people in.” Bootleg runs out of his room to see two of his sons panicking in the hallway, he pinches the bridge of his nose before calming them down. “Okay you two why are you freaking out in the hallway..did Mario do the pasta prank again?” He looks at his two kids. They go silent and seem scared, slowly he turns looking at the black door down the hallway “What did you two do to Three?” The twins both start speaking at the same time explaining what happened to the plushie making the man sigh as he walks over to Three’s room. 

He knocks on the door, Eggdog starts barking letting the child know someone was there annoyed he finishes taping the arm back on to his plushie. He then opens the door surprised to see his father “Heard about Terrance, you know son i have told you before that broken things are better off replaced but since this is Terrance i will get someone to fix him.” SMG3 looks up at his father with excitement “REALLY!?” Bootleg chuckles and pats his son's head “Yes, and I think you're old enough to finally pick your family hat, I'm thinking purple letter T?” 

Three pouts “No..that's lame i'm not like Mario and Luigi, can i just finally pick something thats…me?” Bootleg wasnt a fan of that idea knowing what the child might pick. After some thought he nods, Three jumps in excitement and hugs his father. 

The next day SMG3 dressed up making sure his vest was on right, they all stood together for a family portrait before heading out. Three was excited to pick out his hat, as far as he knows the families that have any kind of royal connections get a hat that they wear till the moment they get married and get a crown as a replacement. He didn't care so much about the crown, but the idea of having a hat made for him and no one can say anything about it excited him. That was till they arrived and all he was shown were classy hats that looked too fancy for his taste, he turned looking at his older brothers wearing their hats and frowns.

He sighs walking around the shop when he notices a halloween section, where his eyes meet with a purple cap with a skull on a black background on it. He picks it up and puts it on his head, he runs off to his father showing the hat “I found it! My forever hat!”  His father frowns seeing the skull on it “You…sure?” He gave a bright smile to his father, unable to say no to the smile he walked up to the cashiers and bought the hat. Three hugs his dad “I love you dad!” Bootleg chuckles hugging his son back. What they didn't know was this year was the last year SMG3 and his father would be this close. 

Twelve years later The alarm rings, a now twenty one year old SMG3 smacks it off and gets out of bed. He picks up his hair in a ponytail and washes his face, after brushing his teeth he puts on his casual wear, can never beat the classic overall look. He gives a quick smooch to Eggdog as he dashes into the kitchen to grab something fast to eat. Mario was already deep into his spaghetti while Luigi was waiting at the table to hand his brother his lunch for work. Three dashes into the kitchen and takes the lunch “Thanks, and Bootleg doesn't know where I'm working yet right? I need to warn my friends soon about him ugh.” Luigi giggles, giving Three a small pat. “He acts the way he does because you are so much like mom, he is worried you might get in trouble.”

SMG3 rolls his eyes “The only thing that asshole cares about is marrying us off, no thank you! Now work calls later losers!”  He gives his brothers a peace sign before leaving the mansion, he shivers slightly feeling the wind. He didn't mind feeling the cold after all he got to pick what to wear, not his overbearing father, he starts his walk to work humming to himself his favorite song from the beetlejuice musical. He pauses when he sees a crowd of women cheering excitedly, turning his head he sees a fancy ship was arriving “Oh yeah, that idiot prince is coming over ugh great these fangirls are going to make me late!” he looks around and chuckles as he lights a small firework that was in his pocket and tossed it. The firework then lands on a fire hydrant exploding and breaking it causing the water to splash on the crowd, he laughs seeing everyone running from the water worried about their makeup. Some of the women notice him and glare “Of course you would do this Three, why do you always have to bother us!?”

SMG3 shrugs “I don't know Belle, why don't you start using waterproof eye liner like I do,” she flips him off in which he returns the favor as he runs off to work. As he arrives Bob smacks his back “ABOUT TIME THE BOSS HAS BEEN BITCHING ABOUT YOU.” Three frowns as he looks at the back room, slowly he approaches and sees no one there but a frog toy. He picks up the toy to hear Bob laughing behind him “GET PRANKED! HEARD A RUMOR YOU HAVE A THING FOR FROGS!” SMG3 turns and tosses the toy at Bob “Countdown from five cause I'm going to kick your ass!” 

In a panic bob runs out of the room leaving Three alone, he sighs and sits on the couch “Thanks Luigi for telling people about our dad always reading that stupid story,” he takes out a piece of paper and unfolds it to reveal a drawing he did of a cafe “Remember why your doing this Three, we will own our dream cafe and no one can stop us. We will earn this, I will never accept his help.” His eyes drop to the frog toy in front of him and chuckles “And I don't need to kiss any frogs either!”  with that he gets up and gets ready for work. 

#smg4 #shygirl4991 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #lizaluv #smg34 fanfiction #Coffee prince and the frog #alianarepasa #inspired by princess and the frog #mario smg4 #luigi smg4 #bootleg mario

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Nico Hischier x Social Media Intern OC

"Hey, can you give my friend over there a big smile?" Jack prompts his buddie, the little boy nodding but simply continuing to smile at Jack.

The perfect photo.

"Thank you boys!" I thank, the little boy blushing brightly as I wave a little at him.

"Can I see the photo?" My buddie asks, a little girl named Audrey who has spent our time together rambling on about how she wants be just like me when she's older. Or, in other terms, stealing my heart that was already weak.

"Yeah, of course," I agree, moving the camera to be in her view where she sits crisscrossed beside me. "Here's Jack who just walked through," the explanation comes with the photo, "And before him was his brother Luke," I continue, scrolling through.

"Oh! Here's another one!" She points out, tapping my leg and pointing to where Nico walks in, holding the hand of another little girl who smiling so bright. He's already waving at Audrey and I, the largest smile on his face as he prompts his buddie to smile at me.

His smile is so bright as he looks at the little girls at our sides, the one at his side rambling on about her hockey game the other day and he's just nodding along, loving every minute of it.

They're walking slow, allowing me the chance to hand my space pocket camera to Audrey to get a few photos as well. You can see how happy is in this moment, and he looks so attractive when he's being all happy protective grizzly bear.

He'll be such a great dad.

And you can blame it on the fact that it's been a long week, that Audrey had warmed my heart up for this moment, or that I'm unfortunately ovulating.

But God I want to make him a dad. Two years in, how have we never had the kids talk.

Nico doesn't know why these thoughts have never flooded his mind before. With no other girl he's dated has he even been tempted by the idea of kids. But with Belle, all he can think as he walks in, half listening to the kids he's with talking about hockey, is how hot it is to see her doing what she loves, camera in hand, with a little girl practically curled into her side babbling about being just like her, God all he wants to do is take her home and make her a mom.

But that can't happen, he has a game to play, she has pictures to take, and they haven't even discussed having kids yet.

___

"It was so good to meet you Audrey, thank you so much for hanging out with me during the game!" I thank, returning the tight hug she's giving me as her parents and older brother stand feet away, smiling down at us.

"Thank you so much for taking her around with you, we've brought her a couple of times before to watch as birthday gifts to Eric," Audrey's mom explains, gesturing to the brother, "But she saw you running around the first game with your camera and that's all she's talked about since."

I want to cry.

Hugging her a little tighter, I pull away, smiling down. "If you ever need a reference, you know where to find me," I assure, standing up and patting the dust off my legs.

"Thank you!" She thanks, smiling brightly and running off, her parents waving with silent thanks as they walk away.

His arms wrap around my waist before I even realize that he's finished changing up, large hands resting over my stomach like he knows where my thoughts have been all night.

"Are you ready to go home, Schatz?" He low voice meets me ear, his lips meeting the point just beneath it.

"More than," unraveling his hands isn't easy, their warmth and strength wanting to remain exactly where they are, but he lets me take his left into my right, his bag resting on his shoulder. A bag he's continuously shifting, and anxious tick of his when his mind is full after a loss, but the boys won. "Neeks, whats wrong?"

His gorgeous eyes look down to me, sparkling with something I don't think I've ever seen before. Nico doesn't answer though, just smiles and pulls open the door of his car, allowing me to hoist myself into the passenger side as he rounds the car, putting his gear in the back seat on his way.

"I've just been thinking about something," He finally answers my question, kicking the car into gear.

"Are you going to key me into what that is?" Neeks is a chronic over thinker, and the last thing he needs is that kicking into gear and allowing him to be off his game.

But he's silent again, one hand moving to its usual place on my thigh and his eyes on the road. It's like this for almost our entire drive, his eyes only drifting to me every once in a while and mine doing the same.

Until the last stoplight turns red just as we approach. I can feel his eyes move to the side of my face before I slowly glance over, that same sparkle lighting up the car as his face glows red in the light.

"You're so handsome," I can't help but mumble, running my hand across his cheek, his head leaning in to my touch.

"I think we should have a baby."

He what?

"I did not mean to say it like that," His wide eyes that were once rested stare.

"Neeks, what are you talking about?"

He' s the one who removes my hand from his cheek, bringing it between his own and kissing my knuckles.

"You should have seen yourself tonight with that little girl, she loved you. Then I looked down to my buddie and heard her talking about hockey all I could think is that I wanted us to have that. A little you or a little me," Is his explanation. "I am aware we haven't talked about this -"

"Neeks all I've been thinking about tonight is that you would be an amazing father," I interrupt, and the shining in his eyes grows.

"It's not nice to joke with the man who said he wanted to put a baby in you, Schatz," those few words and his eyes are darkening.

"I'm serious Nico, you'd be an amazing father," And its as the lust lightens from his eyes that the light turns green, a honk from behind us making us both jump.

"We'll be discussing this more at home," He requests, my hand squeezing his in response.

"You'd be so hot as a girl dad," I decide to chime after a moment of silence, his hand squeezing mine again only to be followed by a low groan.

"Schatz."

as promised, the Nico fic! i hope you all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it and always be sure to send in requests if you ever have ideas!

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nhl fanfiction #nico hischier x oc #nico hischier #social media management

[justanotherdreamwalker]

Stonathan headcanons to brighten your day pt. 2 ✨

You can read part 1 here | part 3 here

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✨ It took some time for them to refer to each other as boyfriends - especially Steve. He never knew he would one day call a boy his boyfriend;

✨ But after some time, Steve would always refer to Jonathan as his boyfriend (to his close friends, of course);

— "I don't know, Henderson... I need to ask my boyfriend first."

— "You mean Jonathan?"

— "That's what I said. My boyfriend."

— 🙄.

✨ You can't blame the guy for being happy. His last relationship was a disaster, and Steve thought he would never date again. But his current relationship with Jonathan is just perfect! He's never been happier!

✨ Compared to Steve, Jonathan uses the word "boyfriend" sparingly, but every time he does refer to Steve as his boyfriend, the other boy feels like he's going to explode (of happiness, of course!);

✨ Golden Retriever and Black Cat boyfriends. Steve is always full of energy, always wanting to do something, like going to the mall, the movies, the park, or anything, whereas Jonathan only wants to stay indoors and listen to music or watch a movie in the comfort of his room;

✨ No pet names, it's just 'Steve' and 'Jonathan/Jon';

✨ But one time Jonathan accidentally called Steve 'sweetheart'. He was taking a nap and Steve was trying to wake him up;

— "C'mon, Jon, wake up! It's the middle of the day. Let's go do something!"

— "Hmph... No."

— "Pleaseee!"

— "Five more minutes, sweetheart..."

— "... What?"

✨ Poor Jonathan was embarrassed as hell, while Steve was smiling like a kid on Christmas day;

✨ Jonathan definitely has a picture of Steve wearing his stupid Scoops Ahoy uniform (or a bunch of them...);

✨ Steve never says 'no' to Jonathan, and the kids take advantage of it - whenever they, primarily Dustin, want something from Steve, they would ask Jonathan to ask Steve;

✨ It's not a rare occurrence to see Steve walking around the Byers' house - he practically lives there!

— "Why are you here, Steve? Don't you have a house to live in?"

— "Don't you have a basement to crawl back into, Wheeler?"

— "I'm here because Will invited me!"

— "And I'm here because my boyfriend invited me!"

✨ Meanwhile, Will & Jonathan are just: 😑😑.

✨ Steve likes to stay at the Byers' when his parents are away on some business trip - either Jonathan invites him to stay or Joyce refuses to let him stay all alone in that big house. But the bedroom door has to be left open;

— "You boys better keep the door open!"

— "MOM!"

✨ Jonathan has insecurity issues. Look at him! Why would Steve ever want to date him of all people?!

✨ Didn't like it when Steve flirted with the girls at Scoops Ahoy, even though he understood he had to do that to 'keep appearances';

✨ But when Steve found out Jonathan didn't like his purposely bad flirts towards the girls at Scoops, he immediately stopped;

✨ Steve himself was jealous of Jonathan working with Nancy Wheeler. His ex-girlfriend working together with his current boyfriend?! Geez...

✨ On their first Valentine's Day, Jonathan gave Steve a photo of them together in a beautiful dark blue frame. It was just a simple photo, taken by Joyce, of them sitting on the couch and laughing. The average Hawkins resident would look at that picture and think 'just two good friends spending some time together'. And Steve gave him... A teddy bear and a bouquet of flowers;

— "I panicked! I don't know how to give gifts to boyfriends. I know how to give gifts to girlfriends! And your gift was so sweet... And mine is so shitty..."

— "It's alright, Steve! Really. I loved it. Thank you."

✨ He really did love the gift, but decided to only keep the teddy bear and gave the flowers to his mom;

✨ Steve wanted to make it up for his shitty Valentine's Day gift, so he asked Will;

— "What does your brother like?"

— *shrugs* "I don't know."

— "You don't know? How can you not know? He's your brother!"

— "How can you not know? He's your boyfriend."

Touché.

✨ He ended up giving Jonathan a box of chocolates;

— "I really suck at giving you gifts..."

— "It's alright, Steve. It's the thought that matters."

✨ Steve has the habit of forgetting some of his sweaters and jackets at Jonathan's house. Jonathan has the habit of not returning them and pretending to not know where they are;

✨ Will ate most of the chocolates, by the way...

✨ Physical touch is Steve's love language - he's always hugging Jonathan, resting his head on his shoulders, and kissing his cheeks;

✨ Jonathan is not as clingy, but he's always close to Steve, their arms always touching. Sometimes he likes to hold hands with him - this is his first relationship, okay? He needs some time to get used to things like this;

✨ When Robin found out Steve was dating Jonathan, she made a mark on the 'You Rule | You Suck' board: 1x6;

— "Can't you write a '10x6' instead? I mean, have you seen Jonathan? He's a 10, Robs!"

— "That's not how it works, Popeye..."

#stonathan #stranger things #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x jonathan byers #headcanon #Stonathan headcanons #headcanons #Will Byers #Dustin Henderson #Joyce Byers #mike wheeler #scoops ahoy #steve x jonathan

[severalforraelee]

The Girls Part 9: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Photo credits to Reddit

Word count: 3,717

Written by raelee / Posted March 26

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“Do you like the orange slices?” Charles asks Ada, putting more onto her plate. She demolished the last ones that he gave her in seconds.

I guess I never realized it, but I’ve never given the girls oranges before. I’ll eat an orange if it’s one of a few options, but it’s not a fruit that I seek out at the grocery store. It wasn’t until Charles showed up to spend summer break with us, announcing that he read in a baby book that introducing them to a wider variety of food at a young age makes them less picky eaters once they’re older, that we really started to buy a wider range of fruits and vegetables.

I grin as Ada immediately lifts a fistful of orange to her mouth, shoving her tiny hand in.

“What about you, Lucy?” He questions our other daughter.

My gaze turns towards her and I can’t help the belting laughter. Her tiny nose is wrinkled as she holds a cube of orange between her thumb and pointer finger, as if assessing if this is really what dad gave her for breakfast.

“She hates it,” Charles chuckles, watching as she sets it back down on her tray and leaning back in her seat. “I’ll get you some grapes instead, Lucy, hold on.”

I can’t help but stare at his muscular back clad in a black T-shirt as he enters the kitchen, immediately reverting my eyes to my laptop screen as he looks up from the counter to meet my eyes.

Since a few nights ago when Charles and I took those tests and had an argument yet not an argument afterwards, it’s been pretty quiet. We’ve been spending the days with the girls, doing activities in London, or he’ll spend time with them by himself if I have school or work. Truthfully, it’s been nice having him here. I don’t have to worry about being able to afford a babysitter, or getting a phone call from a babysitter that pulls me out of class or work. I have time to focus on my homework without feeling absolutely exhausted from skipping out on hours of sleep.

At the same time, it kind of makes me sad to have him here. It reminds me of how different things could have been if I told him that I was pregnant. Whether or not I would have stayed with him, I would’ve had support from the start- I would’ve never had the worries that I did for almost two years of working part-time, being a full-time student, and a full-time mom.

But, you know, character growth and all of that.

A knock at the door snaps all four of our heads towards it as Charles puts the cut up grapes on Lucy’s plate.

“Who’s that?” Charles questions.

“I don’t know,” I admit, standing up, “Did you park in the street again? It might be the neighbor telling you to move.”

“No, I didn’t.”

I swing open the door, a beaming face greeting me on the other side.

“Lando,” I cheer, pulling my brother into a hug.

He drops the duffle bag that I just noticed was clutched in his grasp, winding his arms back around me to return my hug. His arms squeeze me tightly, so much so that I gasp out, “You’re choking me.”

He lets go with a giggle. “Sorry.”

I step aside to let him into the apartment, and he leans down to grab his bag first.

“I wish that you had a peephole on that door, it’s not safe to just open it,” Charles comments as I close the door behind Lando.

“Charles?”

The brunette looks up from where he’s crouched down and wiping Ada’s face with a washcloth, mouth dropping and eyes widening as he makes contact with his fellow driver. “Lando?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Charles stands up straight.

“I’m here to visit my sister and nieces,” Lando gestures towards us with disbelief, raising his eyebrows. “Your turn.”

“I’m here to visit my-”he pauses, not sure how to refer to me. “Y/N and my daughters.”

“How long have you been here?” Lando questions, using a tone that I can’t place my finger on as he creeps forward to place kisses on the top of Ada and Lucy’s heads.

“Only a few days,” I reassure him, pulling Lucy out of her chair and into my arms as she begins to whine.

“Why do you have your bag?” Charles inquires, just noticing the black piece luggage.

“I’m going to be staying here for a week or two to help Y/N with the babies.”

“You are?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “When were you going to ask me that?”

“Now?” He questions sheepishly.

“No, that won’t work,” Charles looks as if he’s figuring out something in his head. “I was planning on staying here for a week or two as well.”

“And when were you going to ask me that?” I ask at the same time Lando asks, “You are?”

“I figured that you would have gathered that by now,” Charles has a sheepish expression as well.

“You guys couldn’t have talked with each other to split it up or something? I need help more than two weeks a year,” I look between the two teasingly.

Lando doesn’t respond, grabbing Ada from her high chair as Charles just gives me a tight-lipped smile.

I immediately regret the joke. I know how tense things have been between Lando and Charles since Lando found out that Ada and Lucy are Charles’ kids and since Charles found out that he got his rival’s sister pregnant. Neither of them will really talk about their strained relationship with me, but it’s still easy to tell. Both from the lack of the other’s name in conversation when they used to be close friends, to the pictures and videos of them lowkey avoiding each other on the grid.

My gut fills with guilt everytime I see those pictures and videos.

“I do only have a two bedroom apartment, and figuring that neither of you want to sleep with two toddlers, I don’t know what the sleeping arrangement is,” I shrug.

“I can just sleep with you and Lando can take the couch,” the Monaco native suggests.

My brother instantly narrows his eyes at him. “And why would you be the one sleeping with her?”

Charles now looks unsure at his suggestion. “I figured that you would not want to sleep next to your sister.”

“And why would you just assume that?”

It’s quiet as Charles and Lando stare at each other, the tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. I feel suffocated.

“You two could just share the bed and I’ll take the couch,” I weakly joke.

This time Charles doesn’t even give me a smile.

It’s going to be a long two weeks.

~

The rest of the day is somehow relaxed. Lando’s friend, Max, is in town so he leaves to go karting with him that afternoon and to grab some dinner afterwards. By the way that he looks dead tired when he gets back that night, I don’t think he wanted to be out nearly as long as he was, but it was a good way to avoid spending time with Charles.

Charles and I had taken the girls to the park where they kept asking him to push them on the swings, so by the time we got back, he was also exhausted and decided to take a nap on my bed.

And that’s how we figured out the sleeping arrangements.

“Hey, uh,” Lando stops at my words as he heads down the hallway towards my bedroom. He turns around, raising his eyebrows at me and my unsure tone. “Charles is actually sleeping in there.”

His eyebrows rise higher, if that’s even possible. “You’re letting Charles sleep in your bed with you?”

“Lando,” I sigh, tired both emotionally and physically myself. Having to deal with the tension between Lando and Charles along with everything that I normally have to do, enhance the relationship between Charles and my daughters, and enhance the relationship between Lando and my daughters has exhausted me.

I don’t have it in me to fight tonight.

Lando can tell, his eyes softening as they meet my own. He runs a hand through his hair. “Fine. I’m just going to take a quick shower and then I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Thank you,” I step forward, winding my arms around his torso. “I really appreciate it.”

By the way that he doesn’t hug me back right away, I can tell that he’s surprised that I initiated a hug. Slowly his arms move around me and we stand in my apartment’s short hallway, hugging each other.

“Goodnight.” I pull away, shooting him a smile before cracking open the door to the girls room to make sure that they’re still sleeping.

“Goodnight,” he whispers back.

~

“Mama brought the good snacks today,” I tell the girls, pulling the cups of Cheerios out of their diaper bag.

“Snacks?” Ada leans over the edge of her high chair to look at what I’m holding.

“She’s your daughter for sure,” Lando teases.

I shoot him a glare as I hand one cup to Ada, the other to Lucy.

“What do you think the car will be like after summer break, Lando?” Charles questions.

Charles can tell that I’m uncomfortable by the tension between him and Lando. We both understand why it’s there, but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. We decided on doing this lunch out today with all five of us to hopefully alleviate some of the tension, but considering Lando stayed out as late as he possibly could yesterday to avoid spending time with Charles, I don’t know how it’s going to go.

I don’t know what to do in this situation. I don’t know if I can handle another two weeks of this awkwardness- and I don’t want either of them to feel pressured into leaving early. I want Uncle Lando to get to know the girls and the girls to get to know Uncle Lando, and I want the girls to get to know their dad and Charles to get to know the girls.

“Why are you asking?” Lando asks coldly.

Charles glances over at me. “Just trying to make conversation.”

“Oh. I wasn’t sure if you were trying to get insider information or something.”

Charles sucks a breath in through his teeth, deciding not to say anything to that.

Charles is trying, that much is clear. He’s not making up excuses to avoid spending time with us, he’s trying to engage with Lando just to get snide or quick responses. I can’t help but notice and appreciate all of the effort that he’s putting in to repair the relationship with my brother.

But Lando is giving him nothing back, and as angry as I am with that, I really can’t blame him. We hid a relationship- really, a situationship, from him for months and it had quite a catastrophic impact- two catastrophic impacts, actually.

My eyes slide over Charles’ shoulder to the teenage girl sitting at the table behind him, her phone’s back camera pointed towards us. She’s smiling and posing, like she’s taking a selfie, but once she pulls her phone down and leans in to whisper to her friend, I can tell that she used the back camera and not the front.

I frown at that, tugging Lucy’s bucket hat just a little bit lower to cover more of her face. I understand that she’s most likely taking pictures of Lando and Charles, since it’s not often that you see not only one Formula 1 driver, but two out in public, but I also know that it’s more than that. Ever since that video of me, the girls, Charles, and all of the other drivers went viral a couple of months ago people have been trying to figure out what the situation is.

They obviously recognize me as Lando’s sister, but they’re really curious to know what my relation to Charles is. And if it was just that, I wouldn’t care that much. I wouldn’t make my Instagram public, that’s for sure, but I also wouldn’t be so anxious every time I left the house. I care so much because of my babies. I don’t want their faces plastered all over the Internet, people judging them or doing even worse just because of who their dad is. If my girls want to be on the Internet, I want them to make that decision when they’re older. Not because some teenage girl took a photo of them while they’re trying to eat lunch.

I zone back in, realizing that we’ve been in an awkward silence for the last couple of minutes while I was focusing on my worries. I know I should say something to start a conversation, but I’m distracted by everything going on in my head and nervously eyeing those around us. The waiter arrives, dropping off our meals.

“How are things going with that girl?” Charles inquires, stabbing into his salad.

My head snaps up to look between the two. Lando keeps his eyes on his grilled chicken in front of him and Charles is looking at him, eyes yearning for Lando to make eye contact with him and begin the fun banter that they used to have.

This girl is obviously something that Lando told Charles about when they had a good relationship, and Charles is reminding him of the girl to remind him of their once good relationship.

“Why? Do you want to stick your dick in her, too?”

My jaw clenches at his words and Charles can’t hide his eye roll, returning to his salad. Lando looks up and between the two of us, seeing that his joke obviously didn’t land.

“What? It was a joke,” he defends.

“Well it wasn’t funny,” I hiss, looking back over Charles’ shoulder to see if the teenage girl heard what he said.

“Are you okay? You haven’t touched your pasta, yet,” Charles questions me.

My eyes move back to him and I give him a small smile and a short nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

When I reach over to fix Ada’s bib, a movement catches my eye and makes my stomach turn. A man a couple of tables away from us is clearly holding up his phone in our direction, his finger pressing on the middle of the screen. He has no shame, blatantly taking a picture of our table.

Somehow, Lando and Charles don’t notice, or at least don’t comment on it, and I take a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat. I clench onto my thigh under the table with one shaking hand, trying to quell the anxiety that’s starting to fill my body.

I hate this.

I hate being in the spotlight- I always have, that’s why I was Lando’s behind-the-scenes assistant- and now I’m being forced back into it, and even worse, my daughters are being forced into it.

I feel like screaming, crying, throwing up, hell, throwing this bowl of pasta at that guy for his rudeness. But I know that’ll only draw more attention to me and that’s the last thing that I want.

So I reach out to brush down Lucy’s hair with my palm, calming my nerves.

~

The next two weeks go by smoother than I thought they would. The first couple of days were a little rocky- both Lando and Charles would watch the girls while I was at school or work which would result in quite a few arguments.

Lando actually ended up leaving during the day for a couple of days, giving Charles time to reflect on how to repair his relationship with Lando, and to realize how hard it is to be a single parent to two toddler girls.

They then got into a little routine where they would switch off every other day, one of them watching the girls one day and the other watching the girls the next. It gave them enough time to relax and not be overwhelmed, yet also allowed them to spend individual time with Lucy and Ada.

Their commitment and dedication to watch the girls allowed me to relax as well. I was able to work my full shifts without worrying about getting home in time for bedtime. I was also able to get ahead on homework, which has never happened before. Usually I’m doing it hours before it’s due.

It’s the last night before both Charles and Lando have to go. Lando’s heading over to Woking to visit McClaren’s factory and Charles is going straight to Belgium to prepare for the next race.

User1: Charles and Lando spotted in London the other day with Lando’s sister and two toddler girls. It was speculated based on a video posted a few months ago that the toddlers are Charles’ babies [image attached]

User2: yikes, that’s Lando’s sister????? Looks like she’s gained weight

User3: and arrogance and stupidity, if the rumors about her keeping charles from his daughters are true

User4: i never understood what he saw in her. Those poor girls look exactly like her :(

User5: they deserve a better mother than her

Tears begin to fill my eyes as I read more and more comments, stabs attacking my heart as I read the mean ones about my girls. I may have messed up by not telling Charles about my pregnancy, but Ada and Lucy don’t deserve to be treated as poorly as they are right now.

And honestly, neither do I.

None of these people know the whole story, how can they say such awful things about me without even knowing me?

I wipe the tears building in my eyes, exiting my bedroom and heading towards the living room. I’m shocked to find Lando and Charles sitting on the couch, silently watching TV together.

“You both are here tonight?” I tease, taking a seat in between them. It’s not like they give me much option, they’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

“We figured we’d spend our last night here with you,” Charles responds, swinging his arm onto the back of the couch behind me.

Lando gives him a look but he doesn’t move it. We watch TV together quietly for a couple of minutes before Lando clears his throat.

“I was talking to mum the other night,” he starts.

I don’t respond.

He continues, “She said that she’d really like to see Ada and Lucy.”

“Funny how she tells you that and not me,” I retort, keeping my eyes forward. I can’t help the way my jaw clenches and eyebrows furrow in anger. The nerve of that woman.

“She was just worried about how you would react if she brought it up to you,” he tries to reason.

“Sounds familiar.”

I was so worried to tell my family that I was pregnant. It tore me up inside and I threw up on multiple occasions, partly because of anxiety and partly because of morning sickness, whenever I thought about doing it. When I finally did, well, we know how poor my relationship with my family is now.

My brother sighs, then takes a deep breath, obviously working up the courage to say something. I see Charles look between us out of the corner of my eye, worry clear on his face. He doesn’t know the full situation, but by the way Lando and I are speaking, it’s obvious that something happened related to my family and my pregnancy.

“I just think it wouldn’t hurt to take the girls home to see the family,” Lando suggests.

“Shut up, Lando.”

“Sometimes it’s better to be the one to make a bigger effort! I mean, look at me, I’m here-””And I didn’t ask you to be here,” I growl, standing up and whipping around to face him. “Sometimes, your dad avoids eye contact with you for months because you’re pregnant, sometimes, your mom accidentally texts you instead of your sister calling you a slut, sometimes, it’s not worth it just to be somewhere because you end up leaving family dinner, crying the whole way home because they judged you for your pregnancy the whole time. And sometimes Lando, just sometimes, I want someone else to make a bigger effort. I want someone to check on me, I want someone to hold me, I want someone to be okay with the fact that I had two babies with Charles fucking Leclerc without making any judgement. And I’m sure as hell not getting that at home.”

My feet are moving before I can even realize it, closing my bedroom door gently behind me so that I don’t wake up my sleeping daughters.

Look at that, I have more consideration for my daughters in a second than my mother has had for me in months.

I lean against the wall, huffing wildly to calm myself. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes but I push them down, not wanting to cry for the second time today. I especially don’t want to cry over people who don’t even care about me.

The bedroom door opens softly and the Monaco native steps inside, closing the door behind him. He swivels around to face me and opens his mouth, concern coating his eyes.

“I’m fine, Charles, don’t worry about me,” I wave him off.

He steps closer and I blink faster, willing the tears down.

“Seriously, I’ve been dealing with their bullshit for years, I have it under control.”

He takes another step forward, arms winding comfortingly around my waist.

“I have it under control,” I repeat through a sob, wanting deeply to believe those words.

He pulls me into his chest and my arms move around his torso, hugging him as close to me as possible. One of his hands reaches up, cradling the back of my head into his chest. He sways us back and forth comfortingly as I weep into his chest, all of the pain from my family escaping me.

And you know what?

It feels good to have a shoulder to cry on.

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[cameoamalthea]

So about Sabine Wren

When we see her in the Ashoka Teaser:

(Brilliant casting, wonderful hair, and costume design)

She isn't wearing armor.

And sure, she's not in combat, the war is over, but Sabine isn't a soldier, she's a Mandalorian.

Mandalorians are a people, children of Mandalor. That's why Bo-Katan calls Din 'brother' when she first meets him and refers to the rest of the Mandlorians as her brethren. (This is a basic translation of 'vod' meaning brother, sister or comrade in the way you might call a friend bro or sis.)

Mandalorian is a religious and cultural identity. The Resol'nare is the six core actions that are the heart of her culture/religion:

Wearing armor.

Speaking the language.

Defending yourself and your family.

Raising your children as Mandalorians.

Contributing to the clan's welfare.

When called upon by the Mand'alor, rallying to their cause.

Wearing armor is number 1. Some factions interpret number 1 as never remove your helmet in front of others.

Most interpret it as wearing armor and removing your helmet where practical.

(look, it's Sabine's mom)

Even Mandalorians who are not practicing, but are Mandalorian by Leniage will still wear armor. Not just because Beskar Armor is amazing, but because armor connects the wearer to their family who passed it down to them.

"The armor I wear is 500 years old. I reforged it to my liking, but the battles, the history, the blood, all lives within it, and the same goes for every Mandalorian. This armor is part of our identity. It makes us Mandalorians who we are." - Sabine

For those born Mandalorian, their armor is a priceless heirloom. Foundlings who are not adopted into a family that can pass down armor are gifted extra pieces of armor by the entire community. Every scrap is sacred and goes to someone, it either connects you to your family, history, and blood or to everyone's family, history, and blood as part of the greater family of Mandalorians.

We've seen Sabine without her armor before, when going undercover she's worn imperial uniforms, but it is strange to see her forgoing beskar by choice.

I love how the design uses patches where she had emblems on her armor (I did that for my Disney Bound of her). It's very thoughtful costuming. So what is the meaning behind having her wear a leather jacket (Ezra's Jacket?) and forgo armor.

Has she exiled herself for not being there during the purge?

Sabine was estranged from her birth family during Rebels, but her birth family and people remained a core part of her identity and motivation.

In this scene, her adoptive Jedi father teaches her to wield the Dark Saber and to connect to her emotional truth.

"The truth... is that... I left to save everyone. My mother, my father, my brother! Everything I did was for family, for Mandalore!"

Joining the rebellion was for Mandalor and to atone for the harm she had done to her people while at the Imperial Academy (her system was imperially controlled, it was expected that she join, and she was a prodigy who joined young)

"I built weapons, terrible weapons, but the Empire used them on Mandalore, on friends, on family. People that I knew. They controlled us through fear. ( Scoffs ) Mandalore! Fear of weapons I helped create. I helped enslave my people! I wanted to stop it. I had to stop it. I spoke out! I spoke out to save them. To save everyone!"

In Rebels Sabine clearly identifies as a Mandalorian and that's an important part of her identity.

You can't tell she's a Mandalorian in the top photo, perhaps because she no longer believes she deserves to be one.

As shown above, her family and people are the most important thing to her. She left her found family to reunite with her birth family and found a rebellion on Mandalore which she led. However, after fighting alongside Bo-Katan Sabine felt that Bo-Katan should be leader.

(And so did everybody else, Bo-Katan was heir by blood but she was for all intents and purposes elected leader by popular consent)

Sabine then left to return to the Rebel Alliance and fight alongside her found a family in their rebel squadron and remained with them to safeguard Lothal.

Sabine left the Mandalorian Rebellion. She was not there when the rebellion failed. When the Empire set out to destroy her planet and kill everyone on it. She is a survivor of genocide and was not with her people fighting when it happened. Worse, the genocide was a response to a rebellion she started but was not there to see through.

It's not her fault. It's not any Mandalorian's fault.

But how must she feel?

Now recall the Resol'nare: half of the six core actions are about family, clan, and people.

Defending yourself and your family.

Contributing to the clan's welfare.

When called upon by the Mand'alor, rallying to their cause.

Sabine was not there to defend her family or contribute to her clan's welfare. She was not with Bo-Katan, the Mand'alor, she put in power, to help.

Perhaps Sabine no longer wears her armor because she no longer feels worthy of being a Mandalorian.

When Ahsoka sees her on Lothal Ahsoka is in gray robes like she wore in the Mandalorian.

In the Rebels epilogue Ahsoka is in white.

Sabine also looks different in this scene:

Sabine could not have grown her hair to the length in the Ahsoka trailer if that scene took place after the Rebels epilogue. However, she could easily crop her hair short between the trailer scene and the epilogue.

She's also wearing her armor again. Maybe when we first meet Sabine in Ahsoka we will see her in a darker place. She's given up on being a Mandalorian. She's grown her hair out in mourning. Maybe Ahsoka gives her hope, so she puts on her armor again and cuts her hair short, symbolically shedding the weight of grief and guilt.

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[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Apple Pie | Dean Winchester

✦ pairing — Dean Winchester x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ fake dating AU

✦ word count — 2.9k

✦ summary — you bring Dean to your family's Christmas dinner so they stop bugging you about being single.

✦ warnings — angst, mutual pining, no mentions of hunting but not an AU either, reader has two sisters and a brother, mentions of food and beverages, christmas, fluff.

✦ author's note — this was supposed to be up the 24th but a power outage ruined my plans for three days. Sorry.

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You bounced your leg, head pressed against the backrest. Not having to drive was a relief and that was about it —you didn't know how you were going to pull this whole charade off.

If Dean hadn't been the one behind the wheel, the one coming with you, then you would truly be fucked. But he offered, oh so sweetly, to go with you, to pretend to be your partner so your mom would stop asking when you would finally bring somebody home for the holidays.

Nobody would do a better job than him. You and Dean clicked from the moment you met and soon he became your best friend so your mom had heard things about him; and because she had heard about him, she always asked if something was going on between you. She wasn't the first person to assume you had some kind of secret romance, Dean's brother was convinced you had been together for over a year now, and your neighbor swore she had seen you kiss a couple of times.

Pretending to date him would be easy enough — physical affection was already present in your dynamic, pet names poured out of him like it was nothing, and he was so easy on the eyes that gazing at him in a lovesick haze didn't sound far-fetched. And that was the problem, this was how things should be.

You would never tell him you felt that way; if he could tell you did, he had decided to look past it many times. He was easy to like, he might have been used to it by now.

The only thing left for you at this moment was hoping your heart would survive this.

Your mom beamed as she opened the door, ushering you and Dean in to protect you from the cold afternoon.

“Where do you want me to put this, sweetheart?” Dean asked, referring to the gifts he had been helping you carry.

“Come, let’s put them under the tree.”

“Get comfortable you two,” your mom told you, “I’ll bring you something to drink.”

He followed you into the living room while your mom disappeared into the kitchen. Dean looked around, taking note of every photo on the walls and every ornament in the room.

You tugged your gloves off and dropped them on top of your purse, moving to arrange the gifts under the tree, careful not to disturb the order the others were in. Dean handed them one by one, hovering over you while you sat on your heels for comfort.

You looked up at him and the moment you did, you regretted it. His eyes were already on you, a lazy smile on his face. “I think this blue one would look good next to the purple bag,” he gave his opinion.

Almost in a daze, you nodded and took the wrapped gift from his warm hands.

“Your fingers are like icicles,” he lightheartedly complained.

A chuckle escaped you as you went back to arranging gifts. “You know my fingers get cold easily.”

He extended his hand as you made a motion to stand up, offering his help. Dean always did that, he was always there to help, to break a fall, to make things better. You took his hand and using his strength as leverage, you stood up.

Instead of dropping your hand, he grabbed the other one and pressed your palms together, enveloping your hands with his to warm them up. You couldn’t not look at him, despite knowing his big pretty eyes would sparkle with mischief like they did when you played domino.

“Am I interrupting something?” your mom giddily asked from behind you.

You craned your neck to look at her. Letting go of Dean’s hands upon realizing she was carrying two mugs, you turned around and took a mug in your grasp. Dean immediately did the same, thanking your mom.

“Tell me about yourself, dear,” your mom sweetly prompted him.

You recognized that voice, the one she used when she was flustered. And who could blame her?

Dean had no problem talking, or charming her. But you had known it would be easy with her — she only asked about your love life because she wanted you to be happy whereas your dad wanted to make sure you had what he called a normal life. Your siblings were married, your oldest sister had kids already, your brother was in the process of adopting, and your other sister was pregnant. Building a family was what your dad deemed normal, what your siblings had aspired to therefore you should too.

You asked yourself if there was something wrong with you one too many times, if you were broken or malfunctioning. Ironically, meeting Dean made you see other people were in the same boat.

Somebody called your name and you had to twist your entire body to look at your dad. Placing the mug on the coffee table, you stood up and walked towards him. While your mom had always been okay with verbal greetings, your dad always demanded a hug from his little girl and you would never deny him.

The hug was warm thanks to his thick jacket. His gloved hands came up to fix your hair, something he did since you could remember. And before parting, he told you how happy he was to see you.

You couldn’t hide your relief upon hearing him say that, making the stress of coming up with a convoluted story about a partner oh so worthy.

And Dean, Dean who always picked up when you called in the middle of the night, Dean who knew how important this was for you, Dean who said yes to being your faux partner in a heartbeat, Dean smiled so brightly at the sight.

You smiled at him in reflex and watched as he stood from his seat to approach your dad with an extended hand. They shook hands, introducing themselves as your dad and your boyfriend respectively.

It did something to you, hearing them say it. Dean was proud of having you as a best friend, you knew because he always made sure people knew that was what you were; he even corrected Sam when he called you his friend. ‘Best friend, Sammy,’ he had said, stressing the trust between you.

Some lines between you were blurry, you could admit as much, but it came with being so close. Dean could draw the organization system in your fridge by memory and you could name every movie on his living room shelves, even the ones still wrapped in plastic. You had no problem being just that, best friends, hiding your feelings for him was second nature now.

And for today, maybe even tomorrow depending on the weather, you would have to bring those walls down.

You followed your mom into the kitchen as Dean and your dad fell into a conversation about cars. She handed you apples so you would peel them and dice them. “He’s nice,” she casually said.

“I’m glad you approve,” you said, only half-lying. You turned around to wash your hands.

“I’ll approve once George approves.”

You laughed, patting your hands dry with a green towel. “How come we’re the first to arrive?”

“George and Blake are having lunch with Blake’s family and dinner with us.”

You hummed, picking up the vegetable peeler. “Sarah?”

“Must be on her way.” She made a pause, watching you drop the first apple into a bowl of water and lemon. “You didn’t ask about Kate.”

“I assumed she wouldn’t come.”

Your mom’s sigh confirmed your assumption. Her disappointment was understandable, but your very pregnant sister wouldn’t be allowed to board a plane.

“I can make the pie on my own, mom, take a break,” you assured her after a few minutes.

She smiled at you and nodded, taking your word for it. She giggled on her way out and before you could ask why, another voice filled your ears.

“Did you say pie?”

You giggled too. “Yes, Dean, pie.”

“Have I told you how much I love you today?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Doing your best not to sigh, you went along with it, “I don’t think so.”

He got closer to you. “Well, I do.”

You hummed. “Pretty sure you just want to make sure I add enough cinnamon.”

Dean’s laugh filled the kitchen. He dropped a kiss on the side of your head and leaned against the counter, watching you.

Cooking under his eyes was such a common occurrence that you almost felt weird when he wasn’t there to watch you. He was a good cook himself, but there was something about cooking for him —or with him— that made it one of your favorite activities.

The doorbell rang and your mom squealed. Before you could tell Dean to brace himself, you heard your niece’s voice. Lily was the oldest and so talkative she could become too much sometimes — you adored her for it.

A familiar face peeked into the kitchen; pretty, warm, home. Sarah.

Sarah, your dearest sibling, the person you loved the most, gave you one of her soft smiles, the ones she reserved only for you from the moment you were born. She loved you, so much, so fucking much that she had almost stopped talking to your dad when he insisted you needed to be like her.

You put the rolling pin aside and without a second thought, crossed the kitchen to hug yourself to her. Sarah’s arms had already been open to welcome you, to protect you from whatever was haunting you. It was like she could see it in your eyes — you wouldn’t be surprised if she could.

“Is that a new perfume?” she softly asked, not letting you go.

“Yeah, a birthday gift.”

“It suits you.”

Your name was yelled in unison and you pulled away from Sarah to greet your nieces. They had gotten taller since you saw them a couple of months ago and as pretty as your sister.

Then the hard part came: introducing Sarah and Dean. If you had been truly dating him, you would have only cared for her approval.

Lily immediately started calling him uncle and asked if he wanted to play with her. Before Sarah could tell her to leave him alone, Dean accepted.

She gave you a questioning look. You shrugged.

"Blake might get jealous," she joked.

But Blake didn’t get jealous, he was far too curious about your partner to be. It wasn’t that you disliked Sarah’s husband because he was great, but you and Blake were closer in age therefore closer as people. That also meant that George was suspicious of a lot of the people you were connected with.

George, meanwhile, wearily bombarded Dean with questions. Your brother had always been good at interrogating people and it used to lead to fights at dinner when he realized he was being lied to.

You held your breath every time Dean opened his mouth to answer each question like you used to when you were trying to lie to George when you were younger.

Dean handled every question so well, as though he had thought this through the night before. You would never be able to thank him enough for being so kind and warm to your nephews, so charming with your siblings, their partners, and your mom, so talkative with everybody who bombarded him with questions and compliments alike, so Dean Winchester that it drove you crazy.

You needed air. Or at least a moment alone to collect yourself.

"I'll be back in a moment," you announced as you put your gloves on.

Dean frowned.

“She always does that, don’t worry too much,” your mom told him. “Christmas makes her sensitive.”

But that couldn’t be it — Sarah’s frown and George's sigh told him as much. So Dean nodded and still stood up, excusing himself for a moment.

You wiped the snow off the step and sat there, looking down at your boots and the contrast against the white snow underneath.

Your family was all too accepting of him and it overwhelmed you. On one hand, you were glad they had gotten along with your best friend; on the other hand, they believed him to be your partner and you had no idea what you would paint the fictional breakup as.

The silent moment you sought wasn't granted. The door opened behind you and you just knew it was him — Dean didn't know when to drop things, when to stop.

He sat beside you but didn't say anything, at least giving you the upper hand there.

“I used to sit here and watch the other kids play after dinner.”

“You never joined them?”

“I was too shy.” They were all married now, they probably didn’t even remember the chubby girl that used to watch them from the front steps. They wouldn’t care if they did either. “I think they would have said yes if I had asked, but you know…”

Perhaps he didn’t know by experience, but you were certain he would understand.

Dean nodded. He did understand, always.

“So what are we doing here freezing our asses off?"

How could you possibly tell him you were overwhelmed and saddened at the same time? And how long would it take him to figure it out if you didn't?

There wasn't a good way to say it, a coherent manner to formulate everything you wanted to say yet feared to even think about.

"They like you," you simply said.

"Huh?"

"My family."

Breathily, Dean asked, "Yeah?"

"Oh, come on, you know they do."

"I hope they do."

He was killing you and he had no fucking idea. “Really?”

“They’re your family, of course I want them to like me.”

You huffed as you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you for coming with me.”

He put his arm around your shoulders. "Are you kidding? I'm already looking forward to next year."

You inhaled deeply. You wanted him there next year, and the next, and the one after.

“I mean it.”

“I’ll come up with something so you can come next year,” you quietly assured him.

Dean sighed. He gently pushed you off him and stood up. He brushed the snow off his pants.

Craning your neck up, you asked, “What are you doing?”

He deflated and crossed his arms. You could tell he wanted to say something, in fact, you knew he would, but you couldn't stand the position you were in.

Not only physically even though looking up at him was uncomfortable, but emotionally. Standing up, you steadied yourself by grabbing the handrail.

"Just spit it," you prompted him.

“For a moment I thought we were on the same page.”

Fuck. Explaining this to your family would be humiliating. "I don't... Are we... not?"

"Today has been great. Your family is great."

"I—yeah, it's been fun."

Dean rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "This isn't how things were supposed to go." Under his breath, he muttered, "Fuck, Sammy was right."

"Dean?"

"I... maybe this is not the place to talk about this."

"Doesn't matter, talk to me."

He clenched his jaw, prompting you to take his face in your hands. "You can tell me anything."

Bringing his hands up to rest them on top of yours, he gave you a watery smile. "You're killing me, love. I thought this would be fun and... and it has, but I didn't think it would hurt this bad."

You opened your mouth to speak, but only your breath came out. Condensation floated between you and you wetted your lips. "We can leave early if you want, I can make up an excuse."

He frantically shook his head in your grasp. "Sam told me this would happen and I didn't listen... I just can't deal with this anymore." He called you by your name. "I can't keep acting like I've been pretending today."

Removing your hands from his face, harshly pushing his off, you grabbed him by the jacket and kissed him. Dean's hands landed on your hips as he brought you closer, returning the kiss in a smothering fashion, angling his face to deepen it.

It bordered in calculating, as though he had planned this. Perhaps he had — you weren't above admitting you had thought about it, fantasized even.

You only parted when a gust of wind reminded you just how cold it was outside. Dean huffed a laugh.

Letting his jacket go, you took one of his hands to check the time on his wristwatch. "It's almost time for dinner, we should go back inside."

Dean let out a tiny whine, making you smile against his lips. You gave him another kiss, this time a short one. "Two more minutes."

"Okay, two minutes," you gave in, wrapping your arms around him.

Dean held you to his chest, tightly so. "Should we talk about this, or...?"

"What's there to talk about?"

"Dunno. I thought maybe you wanted something more formal."

You laughed, nuzzling against his warm chest. "Like a love proclamation?"

"Or dinner," he suggested, "maybe both?"

"Is it an invitation?"

"Honey, it is whatever you want it to be, but be upfront with me."

"We sound like teenagers."

Dean hummed in agreement. "Just wanna do things right."

"We might be a little bit past that," you admitted.

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

"Well, neither do I." He gently pushed you off him, hands still ghosting your back. "Let's go back inside, I promised Lily we would decorate cookies together."

God, you loved him. And by the look he gave you as you smiled at him, you were almost sure he loved you too.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #ficmas #ywnmtfa's tiny ficmas

[mrsquill]

In Another Life

Summary: So, my heart was so shattered by what happens in the opening scene of the Last of Us that I’ve set out to fix it MYSELF. That’s right! This is basically what could’ve happened on Joel’s birthday from Sarah’s POV had the outbreak never happened.

Notes: I’m not from the States, so forgive me if any cultural references are wrong. I edit this on my phone so if it looks awful I’m sorry (photo belongs to Pinterest)! I also sucked at the game so again please don’t be mad if anything is OOC - I based this off the beautiful portrayals by Pedro and Nico. Also, mostly inspired by @fuckyeahdindjarin and I screeching at other in our inbox about Joel and Sarah ;_;

Warnings: None? Very fluffy, mentions of blood.

Sarah woke with a start, glancing at the luminous green numbers of her alarm clock glowing in the darkness. 3:13am. She sighed inwardly, stretching out under the thin blanket as she realised she still had her jeans and sneakers on. The last thing Sarah remembered was falling asleep on her dad - crap, just after she’d assured him she wouldn’t. He must’ve put her to bed. The combination of his deep breathing beside her and a shitty film on TV - turns out, totally not riveting - was clearly enough to lull her into what she thought would be a dreamless sleep, exhausted after waiting up for her dad on his birthday.

Sarah sat up in bed, kicking her sneakers off and changing into her pyjama pants, brow furrowing as she groped blindly in her subconscious for memories of the dream - no, nightmare - she’d been having; it was just below the surface, almost slipping away from her in its entirety, only the jagged edges remaining. Sarah remembers an overwhelming sense of fear; her heart pounding, helicopter blades whirring, her dad shouting, Uncle Tommy’s voice, too, calling her name.. People screaming.. and blood. So much blood.

Just a dream, she decides with a shrug. A glass of water is what she needs; padding downstairs soundlessly so as not to wake her dad in the search of something refreshing, trying to forget the sweat dewing her brow.

As she tiptoed into the kitchen; Sarah noticed his spiky handwriting hastily jotted down on the back of an envelope on the counter; probably in the pencil he almost always had behind his ear at work:

‘Hi baby,

Uncle Tommy got himself in trouble. Gone to rescue him, won’t be long. See u in the morning X’

Sarah fought the urge to roll her eyes. She loved her Uncle Tommy - he’d basically raised her, alongside her dad - but she knew he drove his older brother crazy with his escapades. She wasn’t sure she’d have it any other way, though. It was all she’d ever known; the three of them were a close - if unconventional - family unit.

Sarah wanted to ask her dad about her mom one day, but not because she felt she was lacking in love - quite the opposite. It wasn’t always obvious, but it was there - in every joke at her dad’s expense, in each soccer game he and Tommy turned up to, in every hiking and rafting trip they took together, and in each Polaroid picture they took every Christmas at Sarah’s request.

She wrung her hands together, now, hoping Uncle Tommy was okay. Pouring her water, she thought she’d head back to bed; peek round her dad’s door to hopefully find him snoring on his back as per usual.

As Sarah headed for the stairs; she saw him sprawled out on the couch, jeans, boots and shirt still on, one arm dangling off the couch as he - yep - was snoring to high heaven. If he’s this relaxed, Sarah reasoned, Uncle Tommy must be okay.

She moved soundlessly towards him before she noticed what was on the coffee table next to him. A cake. Not just any cake - it was covered in fancy frosting, and had a pack of candles and a bottle of pancake mix sat next to it. She grinned, feeling a little guilty for giving him such a hard time, imagining her dad trawling the all-night gas stations for a birthday cake as well as dealing with whatever shit his little brother had pulled.

Sarah reasoned that she could wake him and send him to bed, the sky behind them still an inky black as Texas slept on outside. He looked so peaceful, though, and she knew he was exhausted from the extra long shift he’d pulled that day - which she knew was for her benefit. She drew the window coverings instead and pulled a blanket over him; settling herself with her own in the armchair next to him.

Sarah knew she should go easier on her dad - sometimes she felt like the parent - but that’s the way things had always been, they took care of one another in different ways. She resolved to ask him for a hiking trip in the morning; promising that this time she wouldn’t scamper ahead and would wait for him to actually get his breath back. It was her favourite thing to do with her dad - they could share a slice of cake each with a beautiful view for miles and miles.

The thought made her smile as Sarah settled in to try and catch some sleep before the sun started to rise, feeling a little safer from another nightmare as long as her dad was close by.

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #tommy miller #tommy miller fanfiction #tommy miller fic #sarah miller tlou #joel miller tlou #tommy miller tlou #no outbreak!au #sarah miller #the last of us #the last of us fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us hbo #tlou fic #tlou fanfic #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #nico parker #fanfic #my stuff

[fantasylandbitch]

🙌15 Questions For Friends 🙌

Tagged by my people: @michiganstray , @blackwolfstabs , and @osnapitzmel1

⬆️Gif and Photo made by FantasyLandBitch ⬆️

Are you named after someone?

No, my mom had the name Elizabeth picked out I think before or after I was born. However, if you are referring to my tumblr name then I made the name"FantasyLandBitch" up way after high school because I wasn't sure what to really call myself and for the life of me I don't remember the original name of my tumblr.

When was the last time you cried?

I cried last night while my sister and her wife were driving me and my little brother back to our parents house and I had cried while in the house.

Do you have kids?

Haha in this economy? No.

What sports do you play/have played?

Well growing up I didn't participate in team sports like wanting to go pro kind of sports because I had a lot of anxiety, was super shy, and insecure. However, I did like participating in flag football, volleyball, badminton, baseball, and sometimes floor hockey.

Do you use sarcasm?

I had to ask my brother "Hey Jon, have I ever used sarcasm?" and he said "no" so no. I think it's because I sort of wouldn't know how to do that but if I picked up that someone else was using sarcasm in a particular tone that lets me know that they're using sarcasm that's fine or like they're kidding is fine.

But if someone is using sarcasm in a rude way then I might be inclined to punch them really hard in the throat.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

I would say their vibes or their personality because I might be intimidated if I don't know the stranger or I might feel uncomfortable by their vibes. But if someone's vibes and personality seem friendly then it's safe for me to talk to them.

What is your eye color?

I think my eyes are dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

DAMN okay so for this one it really depends because if it's a scary movie with a happy ending where a character lives after suffering the entire movie then I'm all for it right. The narrative needs to be well thought out and not half assed. But if it's like a scary movie where the narrative and characters makes sense, then be my guest kill everyone on the screen, however, if it's a movie like "The Descent" and there are no happy endings then I might get fucking angry.

Any talents?

Okay so for some reason this one was kind of hard for me to understand so I had to look up what you meant. But I would say writing, maybe storytelling, having a creative mind or possibly being creatively gifted.

{I would have to get help for this one and write a list.}

Where were you born?

In the USA but if you're talking about where I came out of the womb then that is confidential.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, Drawing in different mediums, sewing when I have to sew, playing video games, listening to music, sometimes singing, sometimes reading,

Do you have any pets?

I did...we had to put my 12 year old dog Aubrey down on March 2 due to liver cancer so it's been kind of hard for me since then. But I suppose I have unofficially adopted my friends pets, my sisters dog Starbuck, and am kind of happy just seeing animals in general.

💚 I still miss my best friend every day though. 💚

How tall are you?

I'm 5'3 and ready to beat someone's ass like a morally gray character.

Favorite subject in school?

Oooooooooooooooooh that's kind of a hard one, it's between History and Art.

Dream job?

When I figure it out then I'll come back to you.

I shall tag: @screechcat , @thisonewhocanbreathe , @schrodingerspsycho , @wandagcre

Feel free to try this out, tag your friends or close followers but also no pressure to make one!😊💚😘

#blackwolfstabs #michiganstray #osnapitzmel1 #tag game #About FantasyLandBitch: Elizabeth

[violethursday]

YOU

Fellow cephalopod enjoyer

DO YA HAVE ANY REFERENCES FOR YA AGENTS WITH YOUR HCS FOR THEM

If not

I WILL DRAW THEM

BOY DO I!

Captain 3: Masahiro "Hiro" Ikeda

Biromantic demisexual, age 24

He has pretty bad sight, so he uses glasses (the half-rim glasses)

^

Has a tired-looking face

Unlike in this photo, he has the "hipster" hairstyle and wears his Octo Expansion fit (but with sweatpants)

Has a facial scar from the events of Octo Expansion

Really really quiet

^

Despite that he was a theatre kid in high school

Plays a bit of guitar

Main color is the classic blue from the first Splatoon game

Likes to use E-Liter (sometimes uses scope) and Squiffer

Dresses up like 2-D from Gorillaz

He and his twin sister Riko were classmates with Callie and Marie pre-Splatoon 1

Is a diehard Squid Squad fan and is still slightly salty for Ikkan leaving the group

Second shortest of the group (5'7')

Agent 4: Celeste Cousteau

Sapphic transgirl, age 19

She's not a squid but instead a cuttlefish and has w-shaped pupils

Eyes are kinda shaped like the eye emoji

👁

She also has a bunch of freckles!

Can be quite reckless

Likes to wear the black fishfry bandana

Local girlfailure

Main color is magenta

Likes to use the Enperry Dualies and Bloblobber Deco

Kinda dresses similar to May from Pokemon

Her mom forced her to play cello but eventually quit for the drums (will angrily shred on the cello if asked to play it)

Has 2 older sisters, a younger sister, and a younger brother

Ink Theory fan!

Second tallest of the group (5'9')

Agent 8: Octavia Takowasa

Pansexual demigirl, age 24

She's Octavio's daughter via severed tentacle

Quite similar to their dad in terms of personality though acts more formal whenever she's leading

Despite having cyan eyes in this pic, they're blue with green sclera and more shaped like the rival octolings

Still likes using her Octoleet Goggles even after the events of Octo Expansion

Girlboss

Has been married to Hiro since March of 2022 (around the time when the Cherry blossoms bloom in Japan)

Likes using Octobrush and Splatana Wiper

Just like her father, they're a DJ (she sometimes samples some of Octavio's music). They're also great at playing the bass guitar!

Sometimes uses a modified version of Callie's hypnoshades at their concerts

Main color is a dull red-violet (which is DJ Octavio's swim form color)

Their fashion sense is a cross of Envy Adams from Scott Pilgrim and Yuko Suzuhana from Waggakki Band

Fan of both Off the Hook and the Squid Sisters' songs

Tallest member of the group (5'11')

Neo Agent 3: Marnie Aretz

Non-binary, age 14

Pupils are infinity-shaped (like Marina and Acht's)

Has a beauty mark on their upper right lip

Eyes are slightly more square with a thousand-yard stare

Very straightforward about things

Acht's (and Paul's) cousin via Marnie's dad and Acht's mom being siblings.

Child prodigy in engineering

Good at playing the keyboard

Really likes eating pineapples for some reason

Main color is a combination of dark indigo with rival octoling red tips

Likes using Big Swig Express and Nautilus 79 (which are my main weapons)

Despite having the surfcurl in this picture, Marnie mostly wears their hair in a ponytail

Didn't really have many friends when they were younger for being "weird" so they just focused on their education instead (totally not projecting myself onto them)

Dresses up like a "midwest emo"

Dedf1sh and Sashimori fan (obviously)

Shortest of the group (5'1')

#ask box #ask answered #Masahiro (Agent/Captain 3) #Celeste (Agent 4) #Octavia (Agent 8) #Marnie (Neo 3)

[finallydelight]

i have an idea but you totally can dismiss it lol: a cute ming and mark hanging out maybe like at svt dorm or nct dorm and the guys tease them :)

thank you so much for the request! They're back by popular demand, do yall have like a name for them? that would be cute 😊

the bold is english!!

Interrupted | Ming Chapter

July, 2022

"You're sure they don't mind, right?" Mark asked her, still unsure whether her dorm mates minded that he was there.

Yerim shook her head, slightly smiling. "Don't worry about them, they never come into my room, I'm sure most of my members have never even seen my room." She reassured him, not wanting him to feel unwelcome. The pair was seated on her bed, away from the eyes of her dorm mates.

"Okay," he felt a bit more secure, "I'm very happy that we get to hangout like this, you know." He shyly confessed.

"Yeah? Me too." She matched his shyness, flustered by his sudden confession.

He scratched his voice. "I really like your room, btw. Did you decorate it yourself?" He asked her, looking around her room.

"Oh thanks, yeah I did, it's mostly pictures, though." She didn't find her room that special, it's mostly made up of pictures and gifts from loved ones.

His eyes fell upon her nightstand. "Are those your brothers?" Mark pointed at one of the pictures next to her bed, the one of Yerim with her younger brothers.

She smiled at the picture. "Yeah, my two little brothers." She answered him, taking the framed photo and showing it to Mark.

"They're younger than you? Oh shit, they're tall." His genuine surprised reaction, made her laugh.

"Yes, they're younger. This is Junghoon, he's only a year younger than us," she pointed at the tallest guy next to her in the picture, "and this is Jungwoo, our youngest, he's 4 years younger." Yerim explained to him, not being able to hide her proud smile while talking about her younger brothers.

"His name is Kim Jungwoo? Ha ha, I also have a brother whose name is Kim Jungwoo." He laughed, referring to his older member.

She chuckled. "That's right! What a coincidence."

He looked at the other picture on her nightstand. "And is that your sister?"

Yerim looked at the photo in question and gave him an awkward laugh. "That's not my sister, that's my mom." She corrected, placing the picture with her brother back in its place and taking her mother's instead.

"Wow, you two look so much alike. She looks so young!" He exclaimed, surprised at the fact that it's her mother.

She nodded. "Yeah, she was very young when she had me, she was only 22 years-old."

Mark listened attentively to her. "That is young, that's our age, I can't imagine having a kid now."

"Same, it's crazy when you think about it." Yerim had always been surprised by her parent's choice to have 3 kids at a young age.

He nodded at her words. "Yeah, it is, do you get to see your mom often?" Mark asked

Oh, boy, how she hated having these conversations. "Uh, no, my uh, my mom passed away when I was younger." Anytime she told someone her mother passed away, the atmosphere just turned super awkward.

"Oh, I'm sorry, fuck, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." Mark panicked, his intention wasn't to upset her or to bring up painful memories of hers.

She put her hand on his knee. "Minhyung-ah, don't worry, it's okay, you didn't know." She eased his panic, well not totally, cause she put her hand on his knee and now his brain is malfunctioning again.

"I'm still sorry, I didn't upset you right?" Yerim felt like melting right on the spot, he looked so worried that he had upset her.

She shook her head. "No, you didn't." A small smile came through on his face. "Okay, that's good, that's like the last thing I want to do." He said while putting his hand on top of hers, his shyness from earlier almost completely gone.

Yerim couldn't help but start blushing. "It seems like I make you panic a lot, don't I?" She laughed, referring to their first conversation.

He laughed along with her. "Yeah, you do actually, you should stop with that." Despite saying she should stop, his tone implied she shouldn't.

"I don't mean to, it just happens, you know?" She felt herself getting more confident by the second, she wasn't nervous to tease him back.

They made silent eye contact for a few seconds, before Mark spoke up again. "So, you're going on tour, huh?" His hand still remained on top of hers, not planning on taking it off soon.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." She smiled at the thought of performing on the big stage again.

"Where's the first stop?" He asked. She thought for a second. "Euhm, our first stop is in Vancouver, I think." She replied.

His face lit up. "No way, I grew up there! That's awesome!" He exclaimed, a bright smile covering his smile.

"That's right, you're from Canada!" She tried matching his energy, finding him cute.

"Yes, oh my god, I could give you like some places you could go, if you have time to explore the city?" He suggested to her.

More chances to talk to Mark? She'll gladly take them. "Yeah, I think we get a day to just roam around the city, I'll send you some pictures."

"I would definitely love some pictures." He smiled. "Do you get to go to Canada often?" Yerim asked him.

"Not really, when we go on tour, but that's not always the case." The smile on Mark's face slightly falters. His answer saddened her, that must be hard for him.

She moved her hand from under his and gave it a squeeze. "I don't personally know what it's like to be that far away from your loved ones, but some of my members are also in that situation, so I understand that it's difficult." She tried to comfort him.

"Thanks, I appreciate it, Yerim." He gave her a sad smile, still a bit in his feelings. She wanted to fix that.

She moved her hand to his shoulder, grabbing his attention. "Do you need a hug?" She asked him, hoping she wasn't crossing any boundaries.

His eyes met hers, finding nothing but sincerity in her eyes and he gives her a small nod. She moved both her arms around his neck, while his hands went around her waist. She could feel the tension leaving his body, as he melted into their hug.

He put his face in her neck. "Yerim-ah?" His voice a bit muffled.

"Hm?"

"I really needed this."

A small graced her face. "Well, you're lucky I'm here then." She was screaming on the inside, but remained reserved on the outside.

He chuckled at her words. "I am, yeah."

They pulled away, but one of Mark's hands stayed on her waist. She looked at him and noticed how close his face was to hers. Mark looked down at her lips and she understood what he wanted to do, so she gave him a small nod. He let out a small smile before bringing his face closer to her.

"Hey, guys!"

The pair quickly moved away from each other, surprised by Joshua's sudden appearance.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt anything." He said in a teasing tone, a smirk present on his face.

Yerim scoffed. "You forget how to knock all of a sudden?"

"You normally don't have guests in your room." His teasing continued, he really has no shame.

"And he calls himself a gentleman." She said in a hushed voice, making Mark chuckle.

Joshua was about to say something back, but got interrupted.

"I didn't know there was a hangout going on here!" The one and only Wen Junhui made an appearance.

Yerim could die. "What are you doing here? You don't even live here." She argued.

"Kim Yerim, be nice to your brother, he used to feed you as a baby!" Joshua argued her back, with his Shua nonsense.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Just because he made my lunch when I went to high school," she put the emphasis on high school, " doesn't he can barge into my room, the same goes for you Mr.Gentleman!" She pointed at Joshua.

"Hey, is there a party happening without us?" Sooyoung and Doyoung stood outside her open door. This is a lost cause, Yerim thought to herself.

"Come in, guys!" Joshua cheered, urging them to join.

Yerim put her hands before her face in frustration. Mark patted her back, feeling bad for her. He, also, felt frustrated. He had been building up the courage and the moment it was going to happen, it got interrupted.

"I would love to, but euhm our manager is here, so we have to go." Doyoung said, looking at Mark in particular.

"Uh, yeah" Mark awkwardly got up and looked at Yerim, who then got up as well. "I'll go to the door with you." She said.

Joshua tried to stop her. "He can walk by himself, can't you Mark?"

"You're still here, Joshua?" Yerim had enough of everyone and motioned for Mark to keep walking to their front door.

Doyoung and Soonyoung were already standing outside, but Yerim stopped Mark.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know they were gonna do that." She apologized to him.

He waved his hands. "No, it's alright, it's not your fault, don't worry about it." He reassured her.

"I really enjoyed it, though." She told him, getting shy again, her confidence from earlier totally gone.

Mark blushed at her statement. "Me too, thanks for letting me come over." He was probably going to smile the entire day.

"No problem, it was my pleasure."

He took a step closer to her and spoke in a hushed tone. "I really want to give you a kiss right now, but your members are giving me dead stares from behind you, so I'll just wait for next time."

"I'll wait then." She told him.

"Alright, bye Yerim." She waved at him and Doyoung as they left. As soon as they were out of sight, she turned around to see Coups, Joshua, Minghao, Jun and Soonyoung standing behind her.

"What the fuck was that?" She didn't hesitate calling them out.

"What do you mean?" Joshua said innocently, pretending like he didn't know what she was talking about.

Their leader decided to chime in. "I'm sure they were just teasing you." He defended them.

"You don't get any say in this, you weren't even there." She argued, completely done with them.

"What were you two even doing? You two sat really close to each other." Joshua started again.

She glared at him. "That's none of your business." Despite her frustrations, she remained calm.

"Hey, that's enough you two." Coups interjected, not wanting this to get out of hand.

Yerim moved past them, wanting to get away. "Where are you going, Yerim-ah?" Soonyoung asked.

"To my room and that means I want to be alone." She yelled through the dorm, not bothering to stop walking. The guys slightly flinched as Yerim shut her door very loudly.

Jun turned to Joshua and patted his shoulder. "Good luck with that."

"He's gonna need it."

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#ming.svt #deluxeocnet #aes!ocnet #14th member of seventeen #seventeen 14th member #seventeen female addition #seventeen female member #seventeen addition #seventeen oc #mark lee x oc #mark lee x reader #kpop oc #kpop au #kpop addition

[its-moopoint]

We saw who were the people at the funeral. No question about T holding his son than C holding him with T next to her. We saw C and her younger brother sitting together in the same row with their mom and sisters. No son in law with them. All of them were in the second row. But, OL shippers have crossed the line of decency and sanity a long time ago to still be shocked by the lies they tell their followers. They are psychotic.

Anonymous asked:

I have some questions about the funeral pics. I haven't seen the footage myself but Ive heard that Tony was there holding the baby. Was he there with the baby? If so, wouldn't the baby want to reach for his real parents ?

odessa-2

Please refer to my previous recent post of Kevin v Sam pics. Tony was not holding a baby. In fact I do not think he was present at all. He was subsequently photoshopped into that train wreck of a photoshop 'funeral pap shot'. Kevin was the black masked bandit holding a baby. They cleverly played some musical chairs in the church in an attempt to bamboozle. It only worked on some.

They had to quickly come up with a game plan for Mr Balfe's sudden and unexpected demise and the panicked foray resulted in the ultimate revelation of the truth. We got the proof we were all finally looking for under very unfortunate and tragic circumstances.

As for the baby and to who he belonged to. I feel that it's irrelevant at this point. Sam was clearly in attendance not only merely attending his 'costar's' father's funeral, but sitting right next to her, embracing her and and comforting her mother. Whether the baby was theirs and being held by uncle Kev, or whether it was a nephew of Cait's doesn't matter.

If you watched the stream carefully, it was evident that SC did turn around to face the baby and look at him. It was also clear that Sam was very familiar with another little boy who went up to the alter. So familiar in fact that when he turned his head sideways to show us his big ol forehead (purposely imo), we saw that he was authoritatively directing the young lad and instructing him what to do. That raised my antennae. Sam even stood up. We see you Captain .

It was such an explosion of truth and such a threat to their almost 10 year whopper of a lie some serious damage control was pencilled in. Hence why they dragged out McGoul for the 40 day memorial service and vanished Sammy boy.

balfeheughanmm

i really don't like having t’s face on my blog. if you scroll down you will see that i am telling the truth. lately this has been happening because of the issues we have been talking about here, but never before. my blog is about sc.

sometimes, to talk about a truth (or a lie), we need photos to better explain the narrative. THIS IS THE POST! this explains so much, guys. as i said before, Sam Holand Heughan was there so comfortably. so we see that no lie lasts forever. we all already know the truth. some still don't want to see.

and about the paternity of these children? for god’s sake! i can't believe a narrative in which she is actually married to t and has a real child with him and cheats on him with s. that's crazy. INSANE.

the only truth i believe is: s is the father of one or more children. they are a couple. a family. and the truth about this family came out at a funeral. so sad. actually everything about this is so sad and has become increasingly sad for me. i think that's why people leave the fandom. i start to understand them. and YES, they know that we know. when will they stop?

mariaae

Reblog for the truth!

jclovely

Death has a sting, in this case TRUTH was revealed. Hope SC will stop lying. It causes destruction and more destruction. We do not wish it to them, that is why we warn them. STOP TRUTH SETS YOU FREE.

citrinesun

There was much discussion at the time about the blond child C is holding. I’m not saying that’s not her child, but this pic of the child on the right does look suspiciously similar. The baby on the right is William, Prince of Wales at at the same age, more or less.

auburncurlslass

Wigs that can be purchased off the internet. Sam was wearing a wig to hide the fact that he had recently gotten hair implants. The shortness of his hair is evidence that plugs were removed and inserted into the frontal crown of his skull. To have this procedure done, the person's hair must be nearly buzzed to the scalp. Sam wore the wig to disguise his recent procedure. The number receipt is the shape of Sam's large forehead. There's no doubt it is Sam Heughan next to Caitriona. As for those Las Vegas photos...it's called AI and/or latergrams. Remember, he's an actor...all the tools of the trade are at his disposal.

Anonymous

Was t at the funeral ?

odessa-2

Not from what I could see.

2truthsandalie5

Agree!

I read blah blah blah rubbish blah blah blah. And it all sumps up in one thought: if they are able to manipulate and lie about stuff we are all are seeing happen live imagine the fanfic they've written over the years and share as canon that never took place.