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cozydaysathome · 2 years
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destinedtobeloved · 1 year
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Baby mine
Some Icemav + dad!viper + mavericks mom, and of course, Duke!!
Maverick is constantly reminded of his father, and though Ice is not a magician, nor a sorcerer, he can still lighten the load.
Iceman sings to Maverick :)
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Notes before we start!!
There is so many versions of this lullaby, but this is the one I’ve always heard :) I’m so so so happy how these flashback scenes came out but I’m not too happy with everything else. I haven’t actually wrote a “real” small fic is a while. I still have so many writing things in the works- one of them is almost done, and then I’m working on finishing The Bradshaw deal, but we will see how that goes haha. Hope you love these feels regardless!
The absence. His absence.
Maverick always pretended to hate his father. Scowl at his name. Scoff at his stories. At the end of the day, he would come home and cry. How dare he be mean to the father that saved his whole troop? How dare he be mean to the man who conveyed
hope? Obtained happiness?
The happiness was drained too soon. The angry tears would pour as he cried into his sheets at the first sight of nightfall.
To everyone else, it’s a normal thing to have parents to go home to on shore leave. It’s typical to have a family to spend the holidays with. The idea alone made Maverick's head spin.
He was conversing with Viper today- he was an instructor now, making his exchanges with his father's best friend more often than not , and more casual than professional.
Viper's touch felt like his dad's touch if he squinted, and if he closed his eyes for a minute he could believe it was his voice, too.
He was talking about the f-4 that Maverick had expressed interest in, and Viper had smiled so wide, he had looked like Christmas had come early.
Viper had indulged Maverick all about the mechanics, the history, the flying maneuvers. He covered the range of gravitational force, the range of speed and altitude flying too.
His dad had flown f-4s with Viper.
He chose to continue on, continue to let it breeze past him. It was more of a spiral each day grieving a parent he barely knew. While at the same time, grieving a best friend? Grieving a father? It felt stupid.
Nonetheless, when he would lay in bed at night with Ice at his side, the only sound filtering through his ears was Tom’s constant breathing with his head pressed up against his chest, it felt silent. And it was times like those he would think of his father.
“Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart, Never to part, baby of mine.
Little one, when you play,
Pay no heed what they say.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
Never a tear, baby of mine.
If they knew all about you,
They'd end up loving you, too.
All those same people who scold you, What they'd give just for the right to hold you.
From your hair down to your toes, You're not much, goodness knows.
But, you're so precious to me, Sweet as can be, baby of mine.”
Duke's raspy voice rang through his ears while only a small nightlight and the warm glow from their hallway showed through to baby Pete’s room onto the two of them.
Pete always remembered feeling the weight of his father making his mattress dip where he sat, making his presence aware to the kid. It was just weight all the same, but a comforting weight.
“I’m not a baby!” Mav would laugh with his dad, and he could see the way Duke's cheeks rose in a smile, his eyes shining with love while he look on at his son.
“You're my baby, always, Pete.”
Later, those days would be taken from him. The nights that were once filled with his daddy’s voice turned into silence, and that was when young Pete Mitchell would think of his father.
He remembers sitting at his wooden kitchen table with his momma coloring. His mommy had a blue crayon and Pete had a red one. Both of them sat there and they colored in pictures of flowers and bees.
“Momma! These look like the flowers in our garden!”
Her laugh spread throughout their empty kitchen and she pushed the black hair near Pete’s face back beneath his ear.
“Yes, darling they are. Though, I think our coloring made them prettier than the ones in our garden, don’t you think?”
At that, Pete and his mother look on to their page below to see their work. There is one big flower that is messily colored far out of the lines with yellow, green, orange, blue, and red. A complete rainbow of colors. Pete hastily nods his head and his mommy laughs beside him.
Pete always loved his momma's laugh.
Soon, it would be taken away. She still laughed, but even at his young age, he could tell it was different.
A substantial knock was heard at their door and Pete’s momma stands up quickly to go see who it is.
“Stay here, darling, let me get the door. Show me your work when you're done.”
She smiles and presses a kiss to his small forehead before caressing his cheek and walking to the door.
Little Pete leans to the side so he has a view of his mommy from the hallway.
Stood at his door with a view of their neighbor's houses past them is two men wearing white. Pete, for a second, thinks maybe his dad could be coming back. His dad has worn white outfits like that, too. But as he scans the scene, he notices the two men are crying and his momma is dead still. One of the two men holds an envelope and the other holds a box. He sees his mommy nod and then take the box and the envelope and then shut the door.
“Mommy! Momma! Those men look like daddy! Is daddy coming back?” Pete questions as soon as he sees his mom turn back to face him. But now, she has tears in her eyes, too, but she quickly wipes them away and puts on a wobbly smile.
She places the boxes and the envelope on the wooden table where they were once smiling and coloring.
Once she sits down she finally speaks-
“Oh, Petey. Daddy’s not coming back home.”
She’s crying again, and little Pete wants nothing more than to hug his momma and tell her it will be okay.
His face scrunches up in confusion.
“Why isn’t daddy coming home, momma?”
She sighs and reaches her hands out to join with his.
“I just got told daddy died, while in Vietnam. He tried so hard to come home for you, Petey.”
And that’s when everything changed, even if he couldn’t comprehend that at the time.
“Don’t cry, momma.”
His little voice just broke her heart.
“Oh, I know, I know, darling. Mommas good at being a crybaby, isn’t she?”
She laughs, but her laugh is watery, and hard to tell if it was a laugh or a sob.
“I love you, momma.”
“Oh, I love you, too, Petey.”
She kisses his cheek and looks into his eyes.
“So much. Don’t forget that. I always love you, sweetheart .”
Pete was sad that his father was never coming back. Though death was a foreign concept for him, knowing his daddy wasn’t coming back still hurt the child.
And even weeks later, he found himself asking his momma if daddy could come to sing him to sleep some nights.
Her eyes would look at Pete and there would be tears in them again, which, as he noticed, frequently were.
“Your Daddy can’t sing you to sleep tonight, I’m sorry Petey. He loves you so much, okay darling? “ and at the end of her sentence, she’d say, “He tried so hard to come back for you.” But it was hard to make out the words because by then it was quiet and broken.
And as he grew up without a mother and a father, the silence was never comforting anymore. He remembers being a little kid again standing in his empty house after finding his momma dead. The silence was never comforting after that. A house once filled with love and singing is left silent. It never felt right.
And then, as he grew older and was later at Top Gun, now to be an instructor, he finds out Viper was one of those two men who were at his doorstep that evening when his momma got real sad.
Viper stayed back to talk with Maverick after work, when the kids had probably gone to some bar to congregate.
Viper is sat on top of his desk and Maverick unsteadily leans against the wall.
The topic of his father seems foreign to him, now more like a distant memory than a chapter in his story. Viper always seemed like a father to Maverick. He was thankful he had someone so close to take Duke's place while he was away.
“You were a real cute baby, Pete. I remember going over to your house on shore leave with your father. You were always such a momma's boy- always attached at the hip. You always showed your father the same love, too, you know.“
Maverick gives a watery smile. “I know. I’d always make the man sing to me. I think he liked it, though.” And now as he thinks back on it, he thinks about it as a period before anything went wrong. He was happy there with just his father and his mother at his side. He wonders if he could’ve just stayed a child forever.
“You have no idea, kid. He’d never shut up about you. He loved you more than you could ever imagine. He’d have stayed for you if he could’ve.” Viper's smile is bright and once again, Maverick believes that if he squinted, he’d truly believe it was his father's bright grin, not Viper's.
“I know.”
“I, uh, I tried to stay for you, too. I remember seeing your momma getting the news. It was pure evil for them to make me deliver it. It just broke my heart. God, I can’t get the image of you and her out of my head after I’d told you he’d gone.”
Maverick pauses.
“Wait, you were one of the men?”
His stare is wide- like a deer in headlights.
Viper laughs.
“Sure was, kid. One of the worst moments in my life seeing that. The job never gets easier.”
“I remember thinking maybe my dad was coming home when I saw you two.”
And then, Viper's face softens.
“That’s horrible, I’m sorry, Pete. Sorry to make you sad again, kid.”
Maverick shakes his head and then looks at the man with a different kind of loving look this time.
“No, no, your not. It’s something I’ve learned to live with. You’re the closest thing I’ve had to a father in a long time, Viper. I appreciate you, really.”
Viper stands up from off the desk and hugs Maverick. Maverick returns the warmth of the embrace and it makes him want to cry.
“I love you, son. I’m always here to talk.”
And just like that, the warmth has now been released and Viper pats him on the back then walks out those doors, probably to peruse his own plans with his own family, while Maverick stands there in his CO’s office gathering tears in his eyes.
And as he thinks about it, he should probably get home too. Ice must be waiting for him.
And at the thought, he turns on his heel and walks out of the door to the parking lot so he can speed home on his Kawasaki.
His boots meet the concrete sidewalks as he exits the building, and the next thing he knows, the key is turned into the ignition and he’s speeding down the empty gravel backroads in the afternoon sun, and all he can feel is the wind in his hair and the tears forming in his eyes again.
He tries to focus on the blue sky, or the sun making his head feel warm, or even the way the Kawasaki rumbles underneath his touch, but it’s all so distracting, pulling him further and further away from reality.
He makes quick work of refocusing. He doesn’t have the energy to explain to Ice why is was sobbing on the way home.
He stops in front of his beachside home. Now that he thinks about it, he has a house like Viper does. Sometimes he wonders if there would ever be little kids running through their yard like Viper has, too.
Secretly, he yearns for children of his own, children to care for and to love as his light just like his father had once done, but he knows he can't. It’s not the time. How could he ever possibly love and cherish his and Ice's own blood when he is still grieving?
He is sure he never would be able to deal with the fact that their kids will never know their nana and papa, and that Goose will never be their godfather.
He shakes the thought from his head.
He gets off the motorcycle once he meets the driveway, and walks the bike the rest of the way to the already open garage.
He no longer remembers much of his pain, or much of the tears, or of much of anything else, but he still feels that weird achy hole in his chest. He can’t decide if that’s better or worse.
He opens the cold metal door handle, and the smell of pirogies blow into his nose and the tension leaks slowly out of his shoulders at the smell of a childhood meal.
“Maverick, is that you?” Iceman shouts.
“Yea angel, I just got in.”
He continues walking down the hallway till he sees Ice standing at the stove top with a sizzling pan on top, popping oil splattering the metal stove in bubbles.
He stands behind Ice and reaches his hands around his waist in a hug, breathing in his comforting scent.
“How was today?” Ice asks, and Mavericks face turns into a frown, deeper than it was before. He puts the walls back up quickly as he responds.
“It was okay.”
Maverick try’s not to speak too much, knowing that Iceman will eventually come to notice the strain in his voice and pester him about it.
“Just okay, huh?”
Iceman sets the tongs down and turns around to kiss Mav on the cheek, which gives him a giggle.
“Just okay,” Maverick repeats, but a smile is largely displayed on his face.
“Hmm,” Tom mumbles.
“Why don’t you go sit down? Dinners almost ready,”
“Okay,” Pete whispers and kisses Toms ear before he turns around to walk to the couch.
Tom twists back to his sizzling pan while Maverick in the next room over is trying desperately to make the emotions fade away, but all he can think of is his father.
His father- dead and gone almost 20 years, now- can not be forgotten.
Sometimes Maverick would take that as a good thing- of course it was a good thing for his father to live on through him- but now, instead of thinking about his father with a laugh and a smile, he thinks of him with teary eyes and trembling hands.
He leans his head back to rest on the couch cushions, and lets his eyes drift closed. He lets the aroma of his comfort food waft into his line of smell and inhales it in a weirdly calm way.
“Dinner is ready, Mav, come to the table,” Iceman says, loud enough for Mav to hear, but not enough to startle him out of his thoughts, because as Iceman noticed, the tv was silent and turned off while Mav stared at the ceiling.
Maverick lifted his head and grumbled out an okay, sitting up and walking to the table.
Iceman has two plates sitting at the table, two cups, and two bottles of beer occupying the leftover space.
As Maverick sits down, Ice starts to ask him about his day.
Maverick is as vague as possible- speaking only of flying, nothing about Viper being mentioned, and certainly nothing of his father being mentioned at the table either.
He picks at his food slowly, sipping at his beer at what seems like a snail's pace.
“I’ll clean up, is that okay?” Maverick asks once they are done. Ice gestures to the plates on the table with his hand. “Yea, yea, sure. Thanks, Mav.”
Iceman smiles before kissing his hand, standing up from his place at the table, and walking to the living room to occupy the couch once more.
Though Iceman hasn’t brought it up yet- he has noticed Maverick being quiet. And while Iceman glares back at the kitchen to see Maverick washing dishes with such a peculiar look on his face, all he can think is that something happened that he doesn’t know.
It’s eating Maverick from the inside out.
While he stands there cleaning dishes, he isn’t thinking of the water spraying up his arms or the soap clouding the water- all he thinks of is his father.
It seems like such a stupid excuse to be so engrossed in the throngs of the past, but his mind is loud while everything around him is more silent than he could have ever wished without his father's voice.
He finishes the dishes and turns on his heel to go face, Tom. He knows that he knows, but he stays quiet and unassuming.
Pete launches himself to Toms side and curls himself under his shoulder so his arm is resting across him. Tom giggles and kisses the side of his head and hums quietly, turning his attention back to the tv.
Maverick thinks he got away with it once he sees Iceman looking back at the tv, but then Ice looks back over at him with an accusing look on his face.
“What happened today?”
And like that, Maverick can no longer hold it in. The information pours out of him, and he knows that he must sound oh so dumb.
“I talked to Viper today.”
“Is that so? What did you do this time?” Ice laughs.
“He was talking to me about my father,” Maverick whispers, and Iceman is no longer laughing.
“He was one of the men who had to tell me and my momma my father died, and I didn’t even know.”
Tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes. This old scab has been ripped apart, and it just won’t seem to leave him alone.
“Uh, you know,” Pete rasps,
“My father used to sing me to sleep every night. He always sang the one called ‘baby mine’ or something like that, and I loved it,”
“I know that one,” Ice replies.
Mav hums before starting again,
“And, um, I- Viper told me how much my father loved singing for me… and I don’t think I remembered how quiet bedtime was after he died until he said that.”
Ice just listens, not speaking a word, and Maverick feels the way Iceman’s arms insticintvily pull him into his side tighter as he sees the tears run faster and faster down his cheeks.
“I really miss him, Ice.” He says lamely. His voice is quiet and eventually devolves, his bottom lip quivering as he looks away, trying to avoid Ices gaze.
“God, I feel so dumb,” Maverick says, looking down towards his legs, internally shaming himself for even saying something in the first place.
Iceman can’t stand that look, and he uses his thumb and index finger to guide Mavericks chin back to face him.
The touch is gentle on Mavericks wet chin when Ice speaks again, “hey,” Iceman kisses his cheek, tasting the saltiness of it on his tongue.
“Hey, shhh,”
Maverick is still sobbing, still moving his eyes somewhere- anywhere- that Ice isn’t.
“It’s okay to miss your dad, Maverick, it’s okay,”
“He’s been gone for almost twenty years- I’ve been mourning him longer than I've known him , Ice. Of course, this is dumb, I should just-“
“No, Maverick,” Iceman cuts off.
“He was your father. I’ve heard so many stories of the man. You miss his love. That’s okay, maverick. He really did love you- of course, he did.“
Maverick sighs. Giving in to the exhaustion, he leans his head back into the couch cushion and closes his eyes.
“Jus’ wanna forget about it. Jus’ want my father back.”
“I know, baby,” Iceman leans down and kisses the side of his temple once more and leans his head onto the cushion next to Mavericks head.
“I Wanna go to sleep, wanna have a better day tomorrow.”
And while Maverick speaks, now recovering from this episode, he still thinks of tomorrow. He thinks of the future, moving on, putting the walls back up again for a better day than the one before. Ice loves that.
“Okay baby, that’s okay, we can do that.” He grumbles back, and lifts his head from the cushion to look at Maverick once more.
Maverick huffs out a sigh before he stands up, twisting his neck, obviously crooked from his position. He wipes the invisible dust off of his jeans before walking to their bedroom down the hall. Iceman slowly follows, his mind occupied with the thought of Maverick sitting next to him, crying. He’d take the pain away from him if he could, and he prays Maverick knows that. Unfortunately, Ice is not a magician nor a sorcerer, and it will forever be impossible for him to truly help Maverick the way he so wishes he could.
He tracks Maverick down to his very step up until they enter the bedroom, still silently following as Maverick moves to go brush his teeth. Iceman decides he should too, so he pulls out the toothbrush sits next to his boyfriend, and mirrors Maverick's actions. He spits out the toothpaste in his mouth when Maverick does, and moves to remove his clothes and throw them into the hamper like Maverick does too.
And Iceman watches as Maverick crawls into bed, his eyes tired and his mouth drooping downwards. He pulls the covers out lazily and slips underneath them, instinctively pulling them up to his chin and turning his head the other way so he doesn’t look at Iceman as he does the same.
Iceman can’t control himself now as he watches Maverick, so he pulls Maverick back towards him so his spine is touching his chest, reaching a hand to rest on his hip.
He listens to Mavericks' steady but shallow breathing before awakening his voice again.
“Baby mine, don’t you cry,” Iceman’s voice is scratchy, just like Dukes was when he would sing, and Maverick smiles softly.
He opens his eyes and peers towards their door which is closed, but warm light from their hallway is streaming through the bottom crack of it, and Maverick thinks back to all those years ago when it was his father singing him to sleep after a long day of work, and for Pete, a long day of coloring with his momma.
“Baby mine, dry your eyes.”
He speaks again, and Maverick finds this so truly domestic. He feels emotion rising in his throat- and he’s not sure if he should be sad or glad or happy- and he doesn’t know. But what he does know is that Iceman certainly made the right choice, because his eyelids become heavy, and he closes them once again. On the verge of sleep, he listens to Iceman sing quietly, no other sound interrupting him.
“Rest your head, close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine,”
Iceman still finishes the song, even if he knows Maverick is fast asleep next to him in his arms.
Masterlist!!
Sorry I’ve been inactive writing wise, I’ve been doing lots of school/art stuff so it’s been a little difficult to find time for things. Plus, mental wise, I’m not completely there so I’m barley pulling through haha but I hope this was satisfactory till my next journey!!
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yen-sids-tournament · 1 month
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Dumbo: Animated (1941) v Live Action (2019)
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You do not have to see both to vote, but it might have been helpful.
Feel free to share opinions or explanations with comments/tags/rbs
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broflovski-brah · 3 months
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we are singing “baby mine” in women’s choir and now all i can imagine is two things
butters absolutely bawling his eyes out (that song makes him cry so damn hard because his own mom is an absolute pos) to the point he can hardly breathe. kenny of course comforts him after but it’s not the same. he deserves parents that actually love him.
kyle and sheila crying because they have that bond. i don’t headcanon kyle as a crybaby of any sorts but when it comes to mothers that’s a weak spot for him. especially if the mother is losing the baby. he doesn’t want anything to happen to his mom. and his mom went through hell and back just to have him and the entire concept of dumbo/mrs. jumbo makes her sob
anyway, gonna stew on that for the next few months 🫡
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annaberunoyume · 1 year
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The first time you saw him cry (Wally Darling x Naga!Reader)
(Naga!Reader hypnotizes Wally for the first time and it has a strange side-effect. For the first time ever in his puppet man life, Wally experiences tearful sadness)
Wally: (sniffing and feeling something wet on his cheeks) What...What a-are those?
Y/N: (Gently and with compassion, rubbing his back. They stop their spirals) Those are tears, Wally. Sometimes, humans get sad. And when we get sad, we sometimes need to cry.
Wally: (wiping new tears in vain) C...Cry? (He touches his throat) Ow...my throat is so tight. I can't swallow...I want it to stop...M-make it stop.
Y/N: (gently, with a compassionate smile) I'm deeply sorry, but the best cure for sadness is to sometimes cry it out. (They wipe his tears) That seems to be the case for you. Your heart is heavy, I can sense it. (They kiss his forehead)
Wally: But...I don't wanna fall apart...I'm scared...Will it go on forever?
Y/N: (They nod ''no'') No...Especially when you are near a loved one. (They open their arms) Come here. You won't fall apart in my arms. I'll keep you together...And sadness will come out and leave, I promise.
Wally: (sniffs and tremble, then finally hugs Y/N, holding on to them for dear life and fully letting go.)
Y/N: (Hums ''Beautiful Dreamer'' and lovingly strokes his hair, coiling around him in a protective, womb-like cocoon). Breathe, love...breathe...
Wally: (sobs some more then exhales in relief, huddled against Y/N like a newborn)
Y/N: (Warm, half-lidded smile) Do you want some more spirals? I can fill you with comfort, now.
Wally: (tiredly) Yes...Please.
Y/N: (They lie him down in their coils, craddling him as if he were in a baby scarf of coils and hypnotizing him) Jussst relaxxx, my dear child...🎵Baby mine, don't you cry...Baby mine, dry your eyes.... (Gently laying his head on their heart) Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine...(They stroke their nape) Little one, when you play...Don't you mind what they say...Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine.🎵
Wally: (as Y/N hums, his spiralling eyes begin to feel heavier by the seconds. He yawns and snuggles up. A small smile slowly creeps on his face. His eyes eventually gently close)
Y/N: (Kissing his forehead,again) From your head to your toes...You're so sweet, goodness knows...(They sink into the cocoon, lying on their back comfortably, like a bird in a nest, gently pulling Wally unto their chest with their arm, Wally still wrapped in the baby scarf of coils.) 🎵 You are so precious to me, cute as can be, baby of mine. Wally mine, Wally mine...🎵 (They smile and nuzzle his blue hair, making him almost giggle in his sleep. Then they stretch themselves gently and drifts off with him as well).
INSPIRED BY THIS POST: https://www.tumblr.com/sweetest-honeybee/713631065324060673/i-would-like-to-see-the-angsty-wally-doodles?source=share
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junipermead53 · 16 days
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baby mine
don't you cry
baby mine
dry your eyes
lay your head
close to my heart
never to part
baby of mine
if they knew
sweet little you
they'd wind up
loving you too
you're oh so
precious to me
sweet as can be
baby of mine
little one
when you play
don't you mind
what they say
let those eyes
sparkle and shine
never a tear
baby of mine
@whopissedmypants's bedtime song (from dumbo)
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Got a burning question for you all!
Is this song better sung from Crowley about Aziraphale or vice versa? (Song lyrics below the cut of you can't watch rn!)
Edit: I got ahead of myself and completely forgot to say the song is Baby Mine from Dumbo (the Alison Krauss version!)
(Note these are the Alison Krauss lyrics and they differ just slightly from the original!)
Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine
Little one, when you play
Don't you mind what they say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you
From your head down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows*
But you're so precious to me
Sweet as can be, baby of mine
All of those people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you
From your head down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Sweet as can be, baby of mine
Baby of mine
*for anyone who may struggle with this lyric, it really means like for a child there's not much to them (they're smol lol) not that they don't mean or aren't worth much!! I'll let you draw your own conclusions for our ineffable pair ;)
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chaoticpuff17 · 2 months
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stockholm syndrome would be the cherry on top.... PLS PLS PLS I BEG YOUUUUU
I'm sorry, babes. You're going to have to be more specific about which fic you mean.
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everdeenxmellark · 5 months
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“little one when you play
don’t you mind what they say.
let those eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear,
baby of mine.”
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vavandeveresfan · 1 year
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Me when someone brings up my unfinished fanfics.
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stars-of-kyber · 8 months
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is Baby Mine abandoned or is gonn have an update? I really hope that Kate will be able to bond with Edmund soon!!
Nothing I do is ever abandoned. I plan to write it all unfortunately my mind works faster than my free time and my poor typing hands lol
I have many parts of the second half of Baby Mine already written. It's been on the background for a while bc it's not one that made a loooot for success but I'll revisit it soon to try and finish it.
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cr8zygoodshot · 2 years
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every time I here this song I think of them
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victorianwestpiano · 2 years
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And...another Villy meme for today:
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@vavandeveresfan​ LOL!
I feel you Sotheby, I’ve been there.
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unmistakablyunknown · 2 years
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
Resa you babe! tysm <3
Baby Mine (Adam Ruzek Angst)
Paradise (Connor Rhodes Smut)
Friendly Favours (Luke Hemmings Smut)
Body Party (Luke Hemmings Smut)
In Your Arms (Matt Casey Fluff)
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elijones94 · 4 months
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🐘 Dumbo’s Christmas 🎄🤡
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annaberunoyume · 11 months
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A snippet of Barnaby comforting Greyscale!Wally...
Barnaby: (cupping Wally's cheeks) Baby mine, don't you cry…(He wipes his tears with his thumbs) Baby mine, dry your eyes…
(Wally smiles slightly. Barnaby gently wraps his arm around him and pulls him against his belly and chest)
Barnaby: Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine…
Inspired by these cute drawings:
AND THIS SLOWED VERSION OF MICHAEL CRAWFORD'S BABY MINE COVER:
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