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vase-of-lilies · 7 months

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Mmmmmm, how about mommy / mama feeling bad for falsely accusing us and making us cry so they(either of them) feel dejected until we make them cuddle with us because we thought they were still mad at us ?… please?

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Pairing: Dark!Mommy!Wanda x Little!reader (f) x Dark!Mama!Nat

Warnings: MD/LG dynamics, Arguing, yelling, feeling bad, guilt, fighting, false accusations, depression, crying, breastfeeding, lactation, cuddles!! this is a dark AU so beware.

A/n: Thanks for sending this in! This is such a cute idea! This kind of hits home, because I have been blamed for MULTIPLE things by my awful step siblings when I was younger. But I’m glad this time it will be Wanda and Natty to comfort us 🥺 I hope it was ok to have just Nat be angry!

It was a series of unfortunate events. One thing lead to another, and soon you found yourself in front of a large mess in the living room of the cabin. You had woken up from your nap, only to find Wanda and Natasha doing work by themselves in separate rooms.

When you left your nursery, your toy lion — Leo — was held in your arms softly and you rubbed the tired from your eyes. A small yawn following. You froze mid step once you saw the disaster in the living room.

The couch cushions were no longer on the couch, the TV stand was slightly askew, the lamp shade was tilted, and what looked like piles upon piles of documents were strewn across the carpet. You didn’t know how to react, only staring at the mess in front of you.

Too caught up in your confusion, you don’t hear the footsteps of your Mama, Nat, behind you. A loud gasp left her mouth as she saw what you were staring at. From what it looked like to her, you had been going through important documents without their permission or knowledge. But that was far from the truth.

“Y/n! What on earth are you doing??” Your mamas voice boomed behind you, startling you and causing your lion to drop from your hands. Nat paced the floor, looking at the papers and their contents.

“My god! Where did you find these?? These were locked!” She continues to shout, and the water works were turned on behind your eyes.

You looked up at Nat, small whimpers turning into cries of false guilt. “I- I- d-didn’ do an-anyfing!” You sobbed, but Natasha wouldn’t have that. She pressed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, her red braid flipping over her shoulder as she looks to you.

“Oh, you didn’t do anything? Really? You think I’m gonna believe a dumb little thing like you?” She shouted back at you, stepping closer to you. You step back in fear. “My keys are gone, and we haven’t heard your little dream sounds on the monitor either. And then I find you here??”

The things she was saying wasn’t like her. She was harsh, but when she knew you were in your little space, she was the most gentle giant you have ever been around besides Tony. But this time was different, because of one simple mistake.

Wanda hears the commotion from the bedroom and she looks over to the small baby monitor on the bedside table. She frowns as the screen blinks a low battery picture, and picks it up. She walks to the living room to find you pushing yourself against the wall while Natasha shouted at you.

Nat hasn’t calmed down yet, and Wanda knew that it could be devastating to your little self to see her like this. “Honey? Nat, baby, what’s going on?” She asked, gently placing her hand on her wife’s exposed shoulder.

Natasha’s head snaps to the source of the voice, and she steps away from your cowering body. “First she stole my keys to my filing cabinet, then she waited until we were busy to come out and read everything! Then she tries to deny it,” She explains. “I knew something was up when I didn’t hear anything from her room. Absolutely nothing.”

Wanda’s eyes widen, suddenly realizing why Nat couldn’t hear your little noises while you were asleep. She holds up the monitor and the blinking battery symbol mocks Natasha’s silence. “Batteries… they died,” Wanda says with a soft sigh.

She looks to the room and shakes her head. “While you and Pietro took her to the park this morning, Tony came by to see what info we had on HYDRAs plan to recapture Bucky. I guess he never cleaned up after himself.”

Immediately Natasha’s arms unfolded themselves and she silently pointed to your shivering and shaking form, facing away from them. She was in disbelief that Wanda never told her about this, and that she somehow was able to avoid the living room all together to even notice what Tony did.

Your Mommy bends down to not be so intimidating to you and takes your hands into hers. “Baby, can you look at mommy?” You don’t listen to her at first, Leo covering your face to hide you from any confrontation. “Tinyyyyyy… listen to me, please.” Wanda said. Hearing her voice turn from concern to demanding in an instant made you pull Leo from your face. “Such a good girl… how about we let Mama cool off, I think she needs some ice cream.”

Wanda looks up at Nat, giving a look telling her to take a walk to calm down. So, Nat holds up her hands in surrender and goes out the back door to the shed to work on her suit and gear.

In the mean time, Wanda gave you a bath, fed you, and read you a few stories. But when your Mama came in, she was in such a different mood. Even though she may have cooled off and the mess was gone, she stilled looked so angry and sad.

Was she still mad at you?

Days went by, and Nat had not even looked at you. Wanda was taking care of you on her own while Nat took care of herself for the time being.

It was a night like every other, but tonight, more tears fell down your face when you were in bed with Wanda, her lullaby lulling you to sleep.

Once you fell into a deep sleep, the next morning came like it did everyday. Bright, early, and loud. You cried for your mommy, hungry for breakfast and needing some love before the day started.

Wanda happily entered your nursery, smiling as she saw you sat up in bed with Leo your hands. She frowned at your expression, more tears on your cheeks and a sadness in your eyes she just couldn’t pinpoint.

Carefully, Wanda sits on your bed with you.

“Are you alright, little one? I don’t like seeing those tears,” she frowns, swiping her thumb across your cheek. You don’t answer her, only crawling into her arms and hiding your face in her neck. Wanda sighs and kisses your forehead, softly rubbing your back to comfort you.

“S’mama still mad a’me?” Your small voice quivers with worry as you ask, not understanding why Natasha was turning a cold shoulder to you.

Now that Wanda has pinpointed where these emotions were coming from, she says “Oh sweetheart, no, she’s not mad at you,” she pauses, tightening her arms around you. “She’s just a little confused, that’s all. Silly mommy forgot to talk to mama and tell her we had a visitor from Uncle Tony.”

Nodding in response, you sniffle softly. Your tummy rumbles and you look up to your mommy. Wanda smiles and gently sets you at the top of your bed again, scooting up to sit next to you. Again, she pulls you into her arms and lifts her shirt over her breast.

She hums softly as you latch onto her nipple, the milk from the pills she took flowing into your mouth. Your hands gently hold her breast, and you close your eyes.

After you’re full, you sit up and start to scoot off the bed. Wanda tilts her head and starts to follow you. “Where are you going, tiny?” She smiles, helping you off the bed when you whimper. Even though you can get off the bed perfectly fine, you still wanted your mommy’s help.

“Gonna go find mama and give da cuddles she need,” you say with determination. Wanda chuckles and takes your free hand.

“Here, I’ll help,” she says, following you as you gently pull her out of the room.

Natasha was at the kitchen table, reorganizing the files that Tony had been looking through and making sure that nothing was stolen. You were nervous to go see her, and Wanda could tell. But she gave you a gentle nudge when you looked up at her, your mama not yet noticing your presence.

You took a step forward, and softly tapped on Nat’s shoulder. The woman turns her head and looks up at you from her spot at the table. You looked at her, and then the papers, and back to her. With lots of bravery, you reach for her hand, holding it and pulling her up.

Nat looked to her wife with a confused expression, a small smile painting her lips too. She followed you as you pulled her to the couch, guiding her to sit. “Tiny, what are you doing, love?” A small chuckle leaving her mouth.

You ignore her question and move to Wanda, pulling her to sit next to Natasha. Now that both women were sat, you climbed onto their laps and settled you bum right between them. Your head lays on Nats chest, and your legs rests over Wanda lap.

“Don wan yous to be mad at me anymow,’” you whisper, tears causing small stains to appear on Nats grey tank top. Her face softens, and her arms wrap around your body, holding you against her.

“Sweet girl, mama’s not angry with you anymore, mama was just busy and hadn’t been able to spend time with you,” she explains, feeling guilty when she heard you sniffle. “I promise I’m not mad, ok sweetheart?”

You nod and look up at her, connecting your lips to hers in a soft kiss. Nat finally understood why you were having a hard time like Wanda told her. She was beating around the bush when she mentioned you weren’t doing well. You were just worried that your mama hated you, and that you were still in trouble for something you didn’t do.

“I’ll be sure to ask before I assume next time, ok?” You nod and smile up at her, kissing her cheek and nuzzling your nose into her neck. The three of you sat on the couch for quite a while, holding each other and reassuring you.

Nat knew she messed up, but she was so glad that you came to her and asked for forgiveness. But she knew better than to allow you to ask for forgiveness, as it was her that should be asking.

And you did forgive her, loving her just the same as every other day you were with them.

#nonnie:)#may answers asks #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #into the tiny verse #the toy lion the scarlet witch and tiny in the wardrobe #wandanat x little reader #mommy wandanat x little reader #wandanat x Barnes!reader

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meadowsofmay · 7 months

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COME WRITE ELVES WITH US IT’S FUN I PROMISE

WAIT WHAT? DO YOU WRITE LIKE A FANDOM OR YOU CREATED OCs? IN MIDDLE EARTH? YOU HAVE A LORE KNOWLEDGE REQUIREMENTS? HOW OFTEN BECAUSE I AM NOT SURE ABOUT MY TIME MANAGEMENT? plus time zones

ALSO I AM A LITTLE RUSTY AND DUSTY BUT I'LL SHAKE IT OFF IF YOU'LL REALLY WANT ME TO

#OH MY ME BE SHAKIN #may answers asks

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bixels · 4 months

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Baffled.

#personal #not art #like how do you arrive at this conclusion #what beliefs?#the man may be a total grouch but if there’s one thing he HATES it’s Japanese nationalism #Japanese nationalists famously HATE his work especially the wind rises which criticizes imperial Japan and calls out the invasion of China #don’t ask for context on the first part of the tag I’m not answering

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uncharted-constellations · 8 months

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I... Cannot stop

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 13 days

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This was home.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #blood #Good bye Jiang Disciples. May you live on in the Lan Wangji in lotus pier AU.#This is going to be the start of a bunch of sad scenes I desperately try to undercut with humour.#You may ask where Elle Woods is considering her help was requested.#The canon answer is that she didn't make it there in time. This is the reason why WWX has the pink phone in present day.#It is a favour she owes him out of apology.#I am also making it canon that Jiang Cheng hates Elle Woods for not being there. His two Nemeses in PD-MDZS are Elle and WWX.#This is why Jiang Cheng doesn't have the phone. He would hunt her down but Bruiser bit him really bad last time he tried.#His pride is too hurt to try again.#I don't think I've done a wordless comic in a while - what a fun challenge!#I'm getting lots of practice with backgrounds in the last few comics - I really feel like I'm getting more comfortable with it!#Obviously I still have a long way to go but this is a journey B*)

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clowndensation · 1 year

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thinking about connor in prague saying "dad's theory was you got two fighting dogs, you send the weak one away, you punish the weak one." in relation to this episode, and the way the siblings view abuse inside their own family.

shiv and kendall and their belief that connor and roman are the weak dogs that got the brunt of logan's worst behavior, because abuse is reserved for the kids who can't behave - the ones who aren't smart and mature enough to make it in the world. abuse evokes pity, because abuse is what happens when you expect too much from people who obviously aren't capable of more.

and then they go forward in life, believing that they're just naturally more intelligent and more capable than connor and roman, as if being raised seeing what happens to you if you aren't a perfect child wasn't the entire point of the "punish the weak dog" mentality that logan instilled in them. the looming threat implied behind any praise they do receive that tacitly tells them "you're not like roman and connor" because everyone knows what happens to roman and connor.

the absolute height of the rich capitalist mindset. "we're succeeding because of our own merit, and other people fail because they don't have what it takes" when in reality they're succeeding because of arbitrary rules made up by someone who knows that infighting makes meaner dogs.

#he's literally putting them in a position where admitting that he abused them #forces them to admit that they're 'weak dogs' just like roman and connor #and that's SO antithetical to their own image of themselves that it would destabilize their entire worldview to admit that #and so they're stuck in this state of being able to admit that their dad IS abusive and he IS an asshole #but are absolutely unable to view themselves as receiving of that abuse #because being abused means being a victim. and victims are weak people who get fucked over.#and if they're weak people than how are they ever going to beat their dad?#they're so wrapped up in the worldview logan raised them in that they're completely unable to see #that he's set them up in a game they can't win #you can't heal from abuse if you can't admit that the things that happened to you were abuse in the first place #succession #also you may be asking 'vinnie didn't you make a post just like this last night'#and the answer is yes. but i'm still thinking about it. so.

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paperultra · 7 months

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the liminal space.

Pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x Reader Word Count: 1,575 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol use [A/N: written with the cooper!reader from mise en rose in mind. i don't know where in the timeline this occurs, though. lol.]

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Living in close quarters can really change how you see a person.

Roronoa Zoro, for instance, had always struck you as rather aloof, having traveled alone for some time before you joined him, and unused to physical affection. He never gave any indication that he was one to enjoy it, and he never sought it out from anyone. That certainly wasn’t odd. You respected his tendency towards personal space, subsequently believing that it extended to his sleeping habits as well.

So when you wake up, hardly able to breathe underneath the hulking mass of a snoring swordsman, you are more surprised than anything.

“Zoro,” you wheeze, patting his back with the hand that isn’t crushed between his chest and yours. Nothing happens, so you swat harder. “Zoro. You’re crushing me.”

His arms squeeze around you as he stirs, inhaling sharply next to your ear. You stop moving as he lifts his head and opens his eyes just wide enough to register you beneath him.

He pauses.

Good morning, sunshine is what you want to say in a cheeky tone. You want to prove that you’re unaffected by the warmth of his body pressing yours into the mattress, the sensation of his breath across your cheekbone and the way his gaze transitions from something bleary into something sharp.

The greeting refuses to leave your mouth. All you can do is blink.

The next thing you know, Zoro’s rolling off of you and out of bed with nary an apology, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

You hum distantly in response and stare up at the ceiling as he shuffles to the door. Once he closes it behind him, you reach up and fold your hands over your eyes, cheeks hot.

Great.

—

It all started because you and Zoro could only afford a single bed at the inn.

(You use the term “afford” loosely here. The truth of the matter is that you grossly underestimated how much a room would cost, and the owner of the one place willing to lend you a room for half the usual rate demanded physical labor to make up for the rest. Given that Zoro would be spending most of his time hunting down a bounty, the majority of the unpaid labor fell on your shoulders.)

(But you digress.)

The room is small and bare, which is fine, because you and Zoro don’t have much between the two of you anyway. The only problem is that there is only one bed. Zoro had expressed no qualms about sharing so long as you didn’t disturb his sleep, and you had readily agreed, not wanting either of you to sleep on the floor.

After the first morning, you’re not sure if that was a lapse of judgement on your part or not.

Zoro doesn’t mention it at all before he leaves for the day, and you don’t, either. However, when he comes back in the middle of the night and you’re already in bed, squinting and shielding yourself from the bright hallway light as he takes his slippers off and walks in, he sits on the carpet just a few feet away from your side.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he proceeds to lay down.

“Sleeping.”

He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head. You frown.

“Why aren’t you sleeping up here?” No answer. You lift your head from your pillow, indignant. “Hey, don’t ignore me! I know you’re still awake.”

“I’ve had a long day,” he grumbles, “so I’d like some quiet so I can sleep. Thanks.”

You huff.

The thought that Zoro might actually be just as embarrassed flits briefly through your mind, but you extinguish it just as quickly. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy to be self-conscious about those kinds of things. A more likely reason is that he’s decided that he wants his own separate space after all and can’t be bothered to kick you off the bed.

So, you kick yourself off instead.

“What are you doing?” The phrase now comes from Zoro as you throw the covers off and grab your pillow, kneeling on the ground beside him. His eyes open and his brow furrows.

“Take the bed. I feel guilty.”

“I don’t want the bed.”

“Everybody wants the bed.” You lie down on the carpet and cross your arms over your chest, stubborn. “I’ve already slept in it. Now it’s your turn.”

“You’re an idiot,” Zoro says.

Neither of you budge.

The next morning, you decide that the first morning was in fact not a fluke, as you awake with your face smushed against his chest and the smell of steel in your nose once again. He’s not on top of you, at least, but the way he clutches you while you’re lying on your side, one ankle hooked over yours, is somehow ten times more mortifying. You wake him up in the midst of untangling yourself and pretend like nothing happened.

Who’s the idiot now? (The answer is both of you. Both of you are idiots.)

—

The third night, you and Zoro flop onto the hard mattress with twin groans, heads spinning and feeling overall miserable.

“That was the shittiest booze I’ve ever had,” Zoro slurs next to you, face down in his pillow.

“But you got a lead, right?” you mumble.

“Yeah …”

You had been there in the bar when he’d gotten that lead, but you can’t remember what it was for the life of you. Another inn? Another bar? Ugh, you’re never drinking there again.

“I’m cold.”

There are blankets on the bed. Unfortunately, getting underneath them would require a lot of moving, and you are physically incapable of exerting yourself that much right now.

You shiver and turn onto your side to curl up. You’ll fall asleep at some point, anyway.

Zoro murmurs your name.

“Hm,” you groan, eyes screwed shut.

He doesn’t say anything in reply. But you hear the mattress squeak, the bedsheets rustle as he shifts closer, and your breath catches when the small distance between you closes. He does not wrap his arms around you, no, but your knees touch, and the heat from his skin melds into yours. You hear his breathing slow to a crawl.

Through your drunken haze breaks through a sudden need to draw him into you, to tuck your face into his neck and keep it there forever. You want – you want. But you’re exhausted, and your head aches, so you find yourself slipping into a deep slumber instead.

He’s already gone when you wake up.

—

A suspiciously lumpy gunnysack in the corner of the room catches your eye once you enter, hand over your mouth to stifle a yawn.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Eight million beri,” Zoro says from his seat on the bed. Cleaning supplies for his swords are strewn around him, and he sheathes the Wado Ichimonji as you close the door. “I ran into another bounty on the way back.”

“Eight mill –” You clear your throat. “Wow. That was pretty lucky.” Eight million beri. Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever get used to how much bounty hunters can make. (God, that would’ve been more than enough to pay for the room.) “We’re heading out to a marine base tomorrow morning, then?”

“That’s the plan.”

He puts away his supplies, setting them and his swords against the wall near his pillow before standing up to pull down the sheets on his side. You turn off the bedside lamp and do the same, crawling in with a sigh.

The two of you simply lie side-by-side until you decide to break the silence with your big mouth again.

“Am I a burden to you?” you ask.

“No.” The plainness of Zoro’s tone is a small comfort, you suppose. “Why are you asking?”

“Well …” You already regret bringing this topic up as you trail off, biting your bottom lip. “I feel like I haven’t really done much. I mean, I help with navigating and searching crowds and stuff, and I’ve been getting better at fighting, but I can’t help you, you know?” You fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t actually need me.”

There’s a gap between you and Zoro that you’ll likely never be able to close. You had always known that, and so had Zoro; in fact, he had told you at the start that going with him was a bad idea, given your inexperience in bounty hunting and traveling in general. And although you’d like to think that your ability to read a map and fix things convinced him of your usefulness, there are times when you think Zoro regrets bringing you along. Like now.

Zoro grunts, turning to lay on his back. His shoulder nearly lands on your hands, and you draw them to yourself as you wait for his answer.

It is brief and straightforward.

“I’m not forcing you to go with me,” he says. “And if you were a burden, I would’ve told you a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

It is brief and straightforward, and yet, there’s a strange lump in your throat. You swallow it and nod, even though he cannot see you do so.

Nothing more is said. However, as the night goes on, you reach out, and you find him, and Zoro finds you, and the space between your arms fills up with warmth and an unspoken promise. And you sleep very well.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #opla zoro #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #'if they're broke how come they don't just sleep in reader's boat ?' you may ask.#and the answer is 'for plot purposes'#sorry if this one is wonky it wasn't cooperating for some reason ;-;#but reader gets to cuddle zoro ! that has to count for something right ?!

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temeyes · 2 months

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hear me out: Gaz tummy

(There isn’t enough love for Gaz and it make me kinda sad tbh he’s so pretty)

~Valentine

oh anon, i'll do you one better-

gaz tatas, you're welcome

#you may blame the latest drawing meme that's circulating on twt LOL #ok fuck im going to bed im so sleepy HASHAHSAH I LOVE U ANON AND GAZ('s tatas.....)#answered asks #anon #my art #2024 #call of duty #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick

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chiscribbs · 2 months

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BACK FOR ROUND THREE BABY! this time its signal (donnie) deciding to judge your currently lost donnie! Yes he would do this literally in the air, and yes he would be standing on the theoretical ceiling.

He is willing to go many lengths just to mess with donnies, even if it means defying gravity.

(I couldnt help myself interacting with your turtles has been a blast and i wanna mess with your donnie)

Sorry, brothers - Donnie's got some urgent business to attend to before he finds you. He can't simply let an insult like this go unanswered!

(Asdfghkl ehehe I also really enjoy interacting with your turtles ❤ Your kids are free to mess with my kids all they want, please go right ahead) More @tmntaucompetition shenanigans!

[Grown Apart AU]

#(Looks like ''Plan B'' may be a bit delayed on account of tunnel-vision and Donnie's unending quest to prove his superiority.)#grown apart au (rottmnt)#tmnt au competition #GA donnie #GA april #rottmnt #rottmnt au #asked and answered #noval1t #void brothers au #chiscribbs #comic

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xxsabitoxx · 28 days

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dad sanemi hcs but with a twist… his kid is 9 and not a baby…

So like, Seasoned Dad Sanemi headcanons? I can do that.

First of all, nearly 30 year old Sanemi absolutely makes dad noises just about every chance he gets. They aren’t even intentional either, just natural dad noises sneaking their way out of him all the time

He’s such a girl-dad, always has been and always will be. Now that your little girl is 9, you’re both subjected to her tea parties, her dress up fashion shows, her skilled makeovers and incredible manicures

Sanemi will always be involved in her school life, chaperoning field trips, going to father daughter dances, helping with her fundraisers. He’ll always find a way to coach her sports games and attend her recitals — and you best believe he’ll always brag about how wonderful of a daughter he has.

If you end up getting pregnant for a second time, Sanemi will definitely have a brief moment of panic. Only because he’s trying to figure out how he’ll evenly split his time so both of his children will get his undivided love and attention. You assure him it will come naturally and that he has nothing to worry about.

Sanemi is all about doing what his daughter wants, so if your little girl wants a tree house? Sanemi is building her a tree house. If your daughter wants a sleepover with her friends? Best believe you and Sanemi are the best sleepover hosts ever and your little girl and her friends have an amazing time.

Sanemi isn’t super strict, there is a perfect balance of respect and love between him and your daughter. You swear the two of them are best friends, always building pillow forts, running around the backyard, playing dress up, and so many other things.

Your daughter loves sleeping in your bed with the two of you. She’ll sandwich herself in between you and Sanemi and get the best sleep of her life with her mom and dad snuggling her so tightly.

All of that aside, Sanemi still claims your daughter is “mommy’s girl” through and through. You assure him that it’s the opposite and she’s a “daddy’s girl”. In the end you both conclude she loves the two of you tremendously and it’s just easier to say she’s a “mommy AND daddy’s girl”

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hellsitegenetics · 22 days

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Hello hellsitegenetics! I gotta tell you, you are my favourite blog in this digital jungle and your work really brings a smile to my face (: it's very cool, keep it up! Every time I see the phrase "string identified" i imagine a robot voice saying that (as a lead up to an output) which makes it very funny when it appears in a reblog - just wanted to tell you that. Anyways, I actually have a real question for you: What's your favourite "string identified" so far?

Greetings from a biology nerd!

String identified: tgtc! gtta t , a at g t gta g a a g a t ac (: t' c, t ! t t a "tg t" ag a t c ag tat (a a a t a tt) c a t t aa a g - t at t t tat. Aa, acta a a a t : at' at "tg t" a?

Gtg a g !

Closest match: Neoneuromus ignobilis isolate Gutianshan chromosome 5 Common name: Dobsonfly

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#tumblr genetics #genetics #asks #requests #sent to me #tigoteus #bugs #flies #insects #dobsonfly #biology #congratulations on being the latest appearance of the dobsonfly!#i hope when you see my addition followed by lots of random letters you hear printer noises. because thats what i hear personally #anyway. i get the question ''whats your favorite x'' often but thats a very hard question to answer #definitely ONE of my faves is the time my buddy absolutelydedinside #(you may know them as the dottore selfshipper i keep BLASTing)#got malaria as one of their results #another favorite is the time FNAF connection terminated speech got homo sapiens #we've had lots of fun ones hehe

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vase-of-lilies · 7 months

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👉🏽👈🏽 i dunno how you feel about lactation but what about nat convincing wanda to take lactation pills so that she can nurse you when your feeling a bit smaller and she gets so happy from seeing you so close to her like that.

Mommy's New Trick

Pairing: Dark!Mommies!WandaNat x Little!Reader (f) (Nicknamed Tiny)

Warnings: Lactation, MD/LG, this is a pretty dark series, fluff, coercion, Wanda AND Nats mommy milkers, an argument, restrained stress position as a punishment, forced nudity, gagging, and some suggestive content, but fluffy all around!

A/N: A drabble for Into The Tiny Verse:) Girl, have you read my story titled Milk? I fricken LOVE lactation 😭 This is such a cute request 🥺 Ahh I love this!! And I hope YOU like this! :D Thanks for the request!

When Wanda and Natasha finally got a hold of you they were static when you finally gave in to your little side. Although it took some pushing, you finally accepted your true self. You still struggled to navigate with the two women by your side when in your big mind. They would leave you alone when you needed it, but they kept an eye on you with the hidden nannycam teddy bear on your shelf.

It was any other night and you had gotten into a fight with Wanda, shouting at her that you missed your brother and wanted to go home. Almost immediately she stripped you of your clothes and pulled you to a separate part of the cabin. Your wrists were tied together tightly behind your back and a ball gag was shoved into your mouth. Tears were inevitable, and they made a puddle on the floor beneath your body.

Wanda attached the rope to the ceiling and pulled it up so your arms were bent in a stressful position. Your shoulders were bent in the wrong way, and it felt like they would dislocate if you moved anywhere. God, your back was killing you. Being bent in half for an hour would do that to your back.

In the meantime, Wanda locked the door behind her and went to talk to her wife.

"Nat? Honey?" She asks into the cabin, and she hears a small hum in the bathroom. Following the sound, she smiles as she sees Natasha looking in the mirror addressing a black eye from a past mission. Carefully, Wanda wraps her arms around the redhead's waist and hugs her from behind.

"Did the little bugger pick another fight?" Nat asks, causing the woman behind her to nod.

"She misses Bucky," She lets out a soft sigh but continues. "I wish we didn't lie to him. I wish we just made it look like a disappearance. It would be so much easier to break the news."

"I agree, but let's not think about that right now. Thank you for taking care of her..." Nat smiles at her from her reflection in the mirror, and she turns around. "Could I ask you something?" She questions, looking down at her beautiful wife.

Nodding her head, happy to answer any questions, Wanda looks up at Nat. "Anything."

Reaching behind her, she grabs a pill bottle. "How would you feel about starting these? They would allow you to feed our little Tiny with these..." She softly palms Wanda's plump breasts and gently rubs her thumb over her perked nipple behind the fabric of her shirt.

Wanda gently puts her hand over Nats, squeezing them softly. She empathizes with her wife, understanding she can't breastfeed due to the surgery the Red Room did by giving her large amounts of milk-stopping medication. With love in her eyes, she connects her lips to Natashas.

"I- I would have to think about it... Is it temporary?" Wanda asks.

"Of course. You can take them when you want to feed Y/n, and then stop when you are wanting to stop." Nat says.

Wanda considers for just a moment and nods softly. "Alright, I would love to pipe down on those pesky bottles she doesn't like." She chuckles, her wife joining her in the laughter.

"Thank you, my love, really." Nat says, kissing her lover's forehead.

~~~~~~~

By the time the hour of your punishment was finished, Wanda had already taken the pill to start her lactation process. While she prepared your mushroom tent in the corner of your nursery, Natasha went to collect you from the darkroom (closet) you were kept in.

"Little one?" She whispers as she approaches you from behind, her hand smoothing over the skin of your ass. You jump at her touch, not expecting so gentle. A whimper escapes your gagged lips when you feel Natasha untying your wrists and helping you to the floor, your legs much too weak to hold themselves.

"Are you a hungry girl?" Your mama whispers as she cups your cheek and wipes away your tears. You nod, your time in the room causing you to turn little once again. It's fear that is your trigger. Being scared is what pushes your mind into a space that needs to be protected.

"Good girl, let's go get you some milk... sound like a plan?" She asks, and you nod again. She reaches behind your head and unbuckles the gag, pulling it from your lips. As she pulls it out, some drool drips onto your chest and Nat chuckles. "Well, let's get you cleaned up first. What jammies do you want to wear tonight?"

Only mumbles and babbles come out. "Bee-bee," You say softly as you are lifted from the ground and lay in Natasha's arms.

"You want your bumble bee jammies?" You nod at her understanding you and hide your face in her chest.

Entering your nursery, you see Wanda in the tent with your favorite toy lion. You reach for it as you whine, but Nat lays you on your bed first. "We gotta get you dressed, tiny," She smiles and boops your nose.

Now, with your black and yellow-striped onesie on, you smile as you see yourself in the mirror. The wings on the back flapping as your mommy carries you to your tent. Laying you down in your mommy's lap, Wanda holds you gently. "Are you sorry for yelling at mommy?" She asks, her voice filled with sternness and gentleness combined.

You nod as you look up at her, and whisper a soft "Sowwy, mommy, I reawwy sowwy..." Your voice is just too cute for Wanda to resist, and she kisses your forehead.

"Good girl. Now are you hungry? I could hear your tummy rumbling from all the way over here!" She tickles your belly softly, making you giggle and curl against yourself.

Once you calm down and begin looking around for your favorite bottle. Your brows furrow when you aren't able to find sight of it, Looking up at your mommy for help, she smiles and removes her silk robe revealing her beautiful, ample breasts. You tilt your head and sniffle out of boredom.

"Dinner is served, little one." Wanda says, gently leading her breast to your lips, her nipple prodding against them. You obey, pushing any questions to the back of your head. Once the milk starts to flow into your mouth, your eyes widen and you look up at Wanda again.

"Is mommy feeding you now?" Wanda says with a smile, her nails softly scratching your scalp. "Do you like that?" She looks up at Nat when you nod.

"I love this image..." Nat says, holding her fingers in a frame-like- square. Wanda laughs, and kisses your forehead once again, your hands clutching onto your little lion and your eyes closing as you doze off.

Both women could get used to this...

#wandanat x reader #wandanat x little reader #dark!wandanat x reader #mommy!wandanat x little!reader #into the tiny verse #the toy lion the scarlet witch and tiny in the wardrobe #Wanda maximoff x reader x Natasha Romanoff #wandanat x female reader #may answers asks #fragilepuppi #luna :)

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i don't think i have the energy to write anything more than a plotbunny, but about legolas and his dad and hair braiding...

i can imagine thranduil braiding his son's hair before he heads off to rivendell for the council of elrond. while i think this is made supremely more awkward or emotionally difficult if we keep with the movies-verse idea of legolas having essentially not seen his dad since the battle of five armies (the whole "go find a man named strider" thing thranduil says to him), i think it's a powerful image regardless of if legolas stayed in mirkwood.

im imagining them sitting in silence for most of it. thranduil is incredibly meticulous and starts weaving small beads of amber into his sons hair, and slowly, it startles legolas. he looks up at himself in the mirror. the way thranduil's weaving them is how royalty wears their hair into battle. dont you think lord elrond will think something bad about silvans, about them being barbarous, if i wear this style to a council? legolas asks, trying to lighten the mood. his father doesn't respond, but he does meet legolas' eye in the mirror long enough to transmit the silent message: you and i both know that is not why i am doing this. they both recognize it's an action of love more than an action of fear... or perhaps exactly as much.

later, when the fellowship first bathes after they set out from rivendell, legolas spends an hour figuring out how all of the braids and beads go back in. when he comes back to mirkwood (now greenwood) after the war, he's wearing the same style he set out with, inlaid with beads from gondor.

thranduil wanting to have his son back, or at least try, and using braiding his hair to spent time with legolas before the council and show that he is still here for him...

INLAID WITH BEADS FROM GONDOR — LE GHASP FDTVOROBI OH PLEASE aragorn gifting legolas new set of beads and accessories (because legolas landed him his own for the battle of the black gate, yes, he did, i won't accept anything else) and legolas spending a good couple of hours, figuring out how to braid everything right and proper and exactly the way his father did is so heart-wrenching please hE IS HIS PAPA'S BOY he wants to make things right between them no matter the quarrels and misunderstandings that happened. and he comes back to greenwood and thranduil tries to be serious at first but sees his sons hair — the last and only moment between them after so much time that they spent apart — and he tears up (legolas for a second stopped breathing, timid smile on his lips as he tries to read his father's reaction). thranduil almost cries and you can't tell me he doesn't because legolas let him braid his hair before the council of elrond — he accepted thranduil's step forward then and now, he did his own.

elves are not touchy (as i learned) but thranduil hugs his son so tight legolas laughs, a distant echo of the past when father and son used to spend fun time together and legolas never stopped giggling...

they are going to be alright.

#i am so fucking emotional rn #my grad thesis can fuck himself #i am swimming in my tears as i indulge in my desire to write father and son relationship #that we all deserved #thranduil #legolas #lotr #may answers asks #may writes

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daily-imbibitorlunae · 10 months

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drawing imbibitor lunae everyday part 5:

he is not paid enough for this shit

#imbibitor lunae #honkai star rail #bailu hsr #hsr fanart #dan heng il #i am going to be without power & internet tomorrow so day 6 may be a bit late!#also to the anon who sent me a suggestion i will probably do it this week sometime :)#more suggestions are always welcome!!!#feel free to chat with me on my main as well (begaydoalchemy) !!!#im trying to keep this blog drawing content only so i probably wont answer asks publicly to make it easier for folks to scroll

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warlenys · 5 months

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house md is incredibly culturally significant it led to the hamilton song you’ll be back and american gay marriage

#kal penn made gay marriage happen. whilst in the white house #he may have been vague about it in that reddit answer but i know in my heart what he meant. he was responsible for gay marriage #in response to being asked what it was like working under a president who hadn’t at the time come out in support of gay marriage he said #‘you have a chance to advocate for certain policies to change and evolve’#‘i’m really glad for the outcome of a lot of that work’#kutner died for gay marriage #don’t forget it #house md #+#house spoilers

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Thoughts on Ron and Hermione as a ship?

thank you very much for the ask, @thesilverstarling!

i’ll state my position straight away: book ron and hermione are the best of the canon couples.

they will have a long and extremely happy marriage made rich by great and stalwart love, lust, fun, and faithfulness, rather than held together by duty and couples’ therapy like so many readers and authors (including jkr, who seems to have decided to spend the years since the conclusion of the series failing to understand anything about her own characters) tend to think.

i will state another position straight away: lest i seem like i’m just a fan with blinkers on, i think this even though hermione is, by far, my least favourite member of the trio. if she were real i would detest her, and i dislike how she is treated by the narrative as always justified in her negative characteristics. i like fanon hermione - perfect and preternaturally good - even less.

as a result, i think that it’s ridiculous that jkr has said that she thought ron needed to ‘become worthy’ of hermione. they belong together as equals - which is what they’re set up in the narrative as being from the off - and i hate seeing that undermined.

because ronald weasley? he’s an icon. and he doesn’t get anywhere near the respect he deserves in fandom.

there are multiple reasons for this - ron’s narrative purpose is to be the everyman sidekick, and so he is able to be less special than harry or hermione (the helper-figure); the amount of aristocracy wank in this fandom means that the weasleys’ ordinariness is less appealing to writers than making harry have twenty different lordships and call himself hadrian; the narrative interrogates ron’s flaws - especially his capacity for jealousy - much more intensively than it interrogates either hermione’s (cruel, inflexible, meddling) or harry’s (reckless, self-absorbed, judgemental) - but one i feel is particularly significant is that ron is such a british character that many of his traits are not understood as intended by non-british readers.

in particular - as is outlined in this excellent meta by @whinlatter - ron’s sense of humour isn’t indicative of immaturity or a lack of seriousness, but is, in fact, evidence that he’s the most emotionally aware of the trio.

ron is shown throughout the series to understand how both harry and hermione need to have their emotions approached - and i think there is no piece of writing which says this better than crocodile heart by @floreatcastellumposts:

That was what she liked most about Ron, she thought vaguely. He was very good at being suitably outraged on your behalf. For Harry, for her, for Neville. That sort of thing mattered, when you were hurt or embarrassed or wronged in some way. You needed to have someone else on your side, to be as emotional as you felt, maybe even more so, so that you might feel a bit more normal. It was very decent of him, and she was not sure he realised he did it.

ron’s inherent emotional awareness is an enormous source of comfort to other people. he does the work which isn’t flashy or special - he makes tea and tells jokes and is just there - but which is needed in healthy human relationships far more frequently than a willingness to fight to the death for the other person.

[as an aside, this normality - even though i think it is assumed rather than justified by the text - is also what ginny provides for harry. if you believe that hinny are a good couple but romione aren’t… i can’t help you.]

but let’s look at some specific reasons why ron and hermione belong together:

their communication styles mesh perfectly. ron is the only person hermione knows who feeds her love of being challenged and debated, and who is able to engage in this way of communicating without becoming irate when she refuses to back down. ron is good at picking his battles, but he’s also good at recognising that hermione’s tendency to argue isn’t intended to be confrontational a lot of the time - it’s just the way she works through feelings and problems. he’s far more easy-going about her tendency to nag, interrupt, try to provoke arguments, or speak condescendingly than he’s given credit for - and hermione evidently respects this, since when he does tell her not to push a situation (above all, when she’s trying to needle harry into talking about sirius), she listens to him.

that ron and hermione’s tendency to bicker is taken by fans to be a bad thing is because it’s something harry - from whose perspective the narrative is written - doesn’t understand. harry is extremely conflict-avoidant - he tends to take being pushed on views and opinions he has to be insulting; and he has a tendency to assume that he is right which is just as profound as hermione’s. he and ginny communicate not by debating, but by ginny having no time for his rigidity and refusing to indulge it - but ron and hermione bickering about everything is not a negative thing within their specific emotional dynamic.

[as another aside, this glaring chasm in communication styles is why harry and hermione would be a disaster as a couple.]

they each provide validation the other needs. it’s clear - reading between the lines - that hermione is a tremendously lonely person. the friendlessness of her initial few weeks at hogwarts seems to be a continuation of her experience as a child, and - outside of ron and harry - that friendlessness endures through her schooldays. i’m always struck, for example, by the fact that, when she falls out with ron in prisoner of azkaban, she has no-one else to spend time with, and that this is only avoided in half-blood prince because harry decides not to freeze her out. i don’t think her friendship with ginny is anywhere near as close as fanon seems to imply (ginny has no interest in being nagged either), nor do i think that she’s anywhere near as close to neville (not least because she is so condescending to him) as she’s often written to be.

and this loneliness seems to stretch beyond hogwarts. the absence of hermione’s parents’ from the narrative is - in a doylist sense - clearly just a device to maximise time with the trio all together, but the watsonian reading is that she doesn’t have a particularly good relationship with them. hermione’s obviously upper-middle-class background - the name! the skiing! the holidays in the south of france! - can be presumed, i think, to come with a series of expectations from her parents which she feels constantly that she’s not entirely meeting, particularly expectations attached to academic success.

[for example, the grangers - were she a muggle child - would undoubtedly have ambitions for her to attend an elite university and then go into a prestigious career. tertiary education of the type that they’re familiar with doesn’t seem to exist in the wizarding world - most careers seem to be taught by apprenticeship - and this, alongside all the other divides between the magical and muggle worlds which contribute to the distance between them, would be one very obvious area in which she felt the need to prove herself to them.]

ron, too, has quite a difficult relationship with his position in the family - voldemort’s locket is not wrong to point out that he seems to receive considerably less of his mother’s emotional attention than ginny or the rest of his brothers - and he too is constrained by expectations which he doesn’t know how to explain he has no interest in - above all, molly’s desire for her sons to achieve top grades and go into the ministry.

he also suffers while at hogwarts from being ‘harry potter’s best friend’, something which harry never appreciates. but hermione does. she recognises ron’s jealousy and never allows harry to minimise it (and she and ron are very much aligned on having no respect for harry’s saviour and martyr complexes). she appreciates ron’s strengths - above all his kindness and his sense of humour - and makes him feel as though he’s achieved things with them. and ron does the same for her; he is hugely observant when it comes to her, and he challenges and defends her.

the two of them clearly spend a lot of time together one-on-one while harry’s involved in his various shenanigans (including outside of school - hermione has often arrived at the burrow days or even weeks before harry, and they seem to write to each other frequently when apart). they do this within a relationship which is fundamentally equal. one issue with hinny is that, post-war, harry is going to have to get used to seeing ginny as a peer, rather than as someone he has to protect. but ron and hermione never have that issue - equality is baked into their relationship from the off.

because, to be quite frank, fandom overstates the role that jealousy plays in their relationship. it’s true that ron certainly doesn’t acquit himself brilliantly when it comes to hermione’s relationship with viktor krum (it’s because he’s bi and doesn’t know it yet), and a tendency to externalise his insecurity into trying to make others also feel insecure is one of his primary negative traits (hermione does this too, via her patented lofty voice when she’s trying to condescend to people). but this is often taken as the initial red flag for how the relationship would crash and burn, and ron’s toxic jealousy is often used in fan-fiction as the trigger for emotional and physical violence towards hermione which, frequently, seems to drive her into the arms of either draco malfoy or severus snape… who are, of course, the first people we think of when we hear the words ‘not prone to jealousy’...

but i think it’s important to point out several things in defence of ron’s jealousy over krum. firstly, hermione evidently regards his jealousy as ridiculous - she’s upset by it, yes, but her upset must be understood as being caused by the fact that she wanted him to ask her out. she doesn’t think he’s being possessive, she thinks he’s being stupid. secondly, hermione is equally as jealous over ron’s crush on fleur delacour and relationship with lavender brown. she behaves just as cruelly when it comes to lavender as ron does when it comes to krum - and the narrative only treats her actions as more sympathetic or justified both because harry dislikes lavender too, and because, by that point in the series, jkr has dispensed with any inclination to ever criticise her.

but, outside of this teenage pettiness, ron is never jealous of hermione over things which matter. he is never jealous of her intelligence or competence or ambition or success (indeed, he defends her constantly from attacks designed to undermine her in these areas). for someone who struggles with being overshadowed by harry, he is never upset at being overshadowed by her. he is clearly going to be happy to support her in any of the career ambitions she can be written as having post-war.

and, on this point, i think it’s worth interrogating why so many readers still seem to feel uncomfortable with the idea of ron and hermione having a dynamic where she is the more ‘powerful’ one. [it’s always a bit trite to say ‘but what if the genders were reversed?’, but actually that’s not irrelevant here]. if hermione ends up taking the ministry by storm and ron becomes a stay-at-home father or has a job which is just to pay the bills, what, precisely, is wrong with that? why, precisely, should hermione regard ron making that choice for himself as a negative thing? hermione so often seems to leave ron in fan-fiction because of a lack of ambition - something which seems to be particularly common in dramione - but, in canon, she is shown to not particularly care if ron and harry do the bare minimum when it comes to studying etc. she nags them to do their work so they don’t get in trouble. she doesn’t nag them to do it to the same standard that she would.

and, actually, i think that ron being less ambitious than hermione is something which is key to how well they work. because ron provides not only emotional support, but emotional clarity.

hermione is shown throughout canon to - just as harry does - have a tendency to become obsessive to the detriment of her own health. she is also often - as harry is - emotionally or intellectually inflexible, and finds it hard to move on when what she feels or believes is proven to be wrong. both she and harry are micro-thinkers, who lean towards knee-jerk assumptions and stubborn convictions (and, indeed, hermione has a remarkably hagrid-ish tendency towards blind loyalty).

ron is none of these things. ron is a big-picture thinker (it’s why he’s so good at chess). he’s a pragmatist. he’s the least righteous of the three. he understands that faith and loyalty are choices, and that sometimes these choices will lead to outcomes which are bad or hard. he is the one of the three most willing to own up to having made mistakes. he is the one least likely to act on gut instinct (and, therefore, the hardest to fool - i think it’s worth emphasising that he clocks that tom riddle is tricking harry immediately, the only one of the trio to do so). he understands that things are a marathon, not a sprint. he is the least obsessive.

and these traits contribute to aspects of his character which are underappreciated. ron worries about hermione making herself ill during exams, or when she is using the time-turner, and makes an effort to get her to set healthy boundaries and redirect her anxiety. ron stands on a broken leg in front of sirius or goes into the forest to fight aragog not out of righteousness, but out of choice. ron takes over the burden of preparing buckbeak’s defence when it is clear that hermione is approaching burnout. ron is completely right that harry hasn’t done any long-term planning for the horcrux hunt, and his anger does force harry to tighten up after he leaves the trio. ron has a clear head in the middle of battle. ron makes harry and hermione laugh. ron is unafraid of human emotion. ron arrests harry’s tendency to brood over the little things by looking at the bigger picture. ron will always come back.

ron is bringing his politician wife regular cups of tea and making sure she doesn’t work all night. he is helping his lawyer wife to feel less upset over losing one case by reminding her that she’s won ten others. he is noticing stress creeping in and whirling her off for a dirty weekend, or even just a takeaway on the sofa. he is teaching his daughter to be proud of her ambition and his son to treat women as equals and both of his children that all you can do when you fuck up is apologise and try to do better. he is making hermione smile on the worst days of her life. he is helping her strategise her long-term goals when she gets stuck on the short-term ones. he is telling her straight when she needs to get it together. he is seeing a misogynistic head of department call hermione a ‘silly little girl’ and choosing to tell him exactly what he thinks of that.

ron is the ultimate wife guy. hermione is a very, very lucky lady.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #ron is a wife guy #also may i be clear #ron is evidently unbelievably hot #the text says he looks like bill #who is so fit that harry can barely see when in his company #hermione you lucky thing

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