#mother hen

[mydeadgaywizards]

james potter is the mother hen of the group, change my mind

#hint: you can’t #am i right or am i right #mother hen #james potter #marauders #dead gay wizards #marauders era #the marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew

[catsofyore]

That magical moment when the kitten eggs hatch. Ca. 1960s. Source.

#cat #cats #catsofyore #1960s #kitten #kittens #mother hen

[circusinarun]

Let's forget about laws of physics and have headcanon that CJ can lift them all (well, if Mikey can, then apocalypse boi can do the same :3)

That's my sketch for future digital drawing :3 cool, right?

I think, since CJ is older than the whole "Mad dogz" Gang, he would be a stressed and overprotective mother hen (just like Raph, but 100 times worse). Just... C'mon, in his timeline all of them are dead, and in a good timeline they're just kids who are trying to kill themselves, let's be honest.

#my art #mother hen #strong boi #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #traditional drawing #nail art #sketch #tmnt fanart #bad future rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rottmnt raph #rise raph #rottmnt mikey #rise mikey #rottmnt leo #rise leo #cj #casey jones junior #casey jones #rise casey #rottmnt casey jr #casey jr #apocalypse

[thomas--bombadil]

Chicks, finding comfort under the wing of their mother. 

#midwest #springtime #baby chicks #chickens #chicken photography #backyard chickens #birds #birbs #birblr #birdlr #chicken posting #hen #mother hen #farm #farmcore #cottagecore #farm animals #farm aesthetic #animal photography #animal pictures #country living #original photography #original photography on tumblr

[frankthesnek]

♡ sharing a kiss before going in for work (but make it accidental first kiss due to sleep deprivation)

Normally, I only do each prompt once, but since this is so different from the other ask for this one I'll do it again! Thank you 😘

Coming in Hot

Rated G

Prompt: a kiss before going to work

900 words

Steve stood next to the toaster, tapping his fingers on the counter as he waited for his bagel to be done. It was early, and the tower was calm. He'd seen Clint and Natasha preparing for their sparring session an hour or so earlier, but otherwise, it was a ghost town. The toaster finally finished, the crisp pop and ding of it shutting off startling him in the quiet of the kitchen. He plopped his breakfast onto a plate and checked his watch.

It wouldn't be a ghost town much longer, he would bet. Pulling the cream cheese from the fridge, he settled at the breakfast bar and finished preparing his food as he waited.

“Watch it Cap, Stark's coming in hot,” Clint drawled with an amused tone as he entered the kitchen a moment later.

“You don't say?” Steve asked, unsurprised and dry sounding.

The archer just nodded, looking far too happy as he poured the last of the coffee into a mug. 

“Fuck I'm late!” Right on cue Tony entered the space, tie hanging undone around his neck as he fumbled with his cufflinks. “Why does she keep scheduling meetings so early? She knows I'm not a morning person.”

“This wouldn't happen to be the meeting Pepper already rescheduled twice because you keep missing it?” Steve asked, the casualness in his tone giving away that he already knew the answer. 

“Maybe,” Tony grumbled as he picked up the empty coffee pot and frowned. “Barton, I'm gonna kill you,” he promised, glaring at the other man's steaming cup of coffee.

In response, Clint deliberately took a slow drink, holding Tony's eye while he did. 

“Definitely gonna get you. I swear your next batch of arrows is gonna blow up right in your smug little face,” Tony cursed and made a grab for the nearly full mug.

“Extra coffee for you on the bar,” Steve said, pointing to a thermus he'd filled earlier. “Better hurry, if you don't leave now, you'll be late.”

“Thank you,” Tony nearly moaned and picked up the travel cup.

“Uh-huh,” Steve drawled and held up half of his bagel before Tony could try stealing it from his plate. 

“Thanks,” Tony repeated with a sigh, taking it gladly. “Why do you know my schedule better than me?”

“Tony, the hotdog vendor in Central Park knows your schedule better than you do,” Clint piped up with a snort of laughter.

Steve chuckled, and he watched Tony hold the bagel in his mouth as he quickly did his tie. Nimble fingers tugging it into a knot that had no right to be as neat as it was for how fast it had been made. 

“I refuse to acknowledge the truth of that,” Tony spoke around a mouth full and held the thermus up towards Steve. “Is it—”

“Cool enough to drink? Yes.” Steve supplied, taking a bite from his remaining half of the bagel.

“You're an angel,” Tony said blissfully. Then he leaned over the bar and pressed a fast but firm kiss to Steve's mouth before rushing out, already calling the elevator via Jarvis before he left the room. 

Steve's bagel fell from his lax fingers, plopping back to the plate cream cheese side down.

“Did he just?” Clint asked, looking over at Steve with wide eyes.

“Uh…yeah,” Steve muttered, dumbstruck, his lips tingling from the surprise contact.

“And you guys aren't?”

“Nope.” 

The two men stared at each other for a moment in confused silence. Steve felt his cheeks grow hot. Tony, his friend and long-term crush, had just kissed him. Lips warm, soft, and real against his mouth. Clint was giving him a knowing smirk but was thankfully holding his tongue. A moment later, the quiet was broken by the buzzing of Steve’s phone on the counter.

“It's Tony,” he said, looking down at the smiling picture of Tony in his purple sunglasses that was set as the man’s icon. The heat of flush skirted down his neck and settled in his chest.

“Speaker, put him on speaker,” Clint demanded, coming to stand next to his friend.

Swallowing Steve swiped the call open and tapped the speaker function. “Hello?”

“I can't believe I'm even going to ask this but I'm rushed, suffering from a caffeine deficiency, and am severely sleep deprived so the last fifteen minutes are a blur—did I just kiss you?”

“Um, yes?”

Tony said nothing, only the quiet shuffle of him still rushing to his car coming through the phone.

“Hey playboy, this is the part where you ask him out,” Clint supplied, flinching away before Steve could swat him. 

“Do you have me on speaker?” Tony questioned, his tight voice sounding more flustered than angry.

“Maybe?” Steve hedged.

“Oh for Christ—” and the line clicked off.

“Wow, if that's how smooth he normally is, I can't imagine how he used to snag all the ladies. Must be the money,” Clint chuckled, picking up his coffee and heading off. 

Sighing and shaking his head, Steve poked his sad upside down bagel. Just as he was starting to think it truly had been an accident and meant nothing, his phone buzzed with a text from Tony. Steve smiled as he read it. 

‘Free for a lunch date after my meeting?’

Steve started to type out that, yes, he was free when a new message popped up, turning his smile into a joyful grin.

‘And that does not count as our first kiss!!’

#asks #answers #thank you! #writing prompt #prompt fic #stony #stevetony #clint barton #first kiss #fluff #domestic fluff #mother hen #drabble #ficlet #fanfiction #fan fic #writblr

[lepetitdragonvert]

Rock-A-Bye Baby

1916

Source : Ville de Paris / Fonds Heure Joyeuse 2016-51585

Author & artist unknown

#1916 #children's literature #children's books #children's book #chickies #mother hen #golden rule #règle d’or #mère poule #poule #poussin

[darkartfinds]

Mother Hen by Abbey Esparza

#dark art #dark fantasy #gothic art #dark fantasy art #Abbey Esparza #Mother Hen

[specialbluehens]

mother hen

based on this post i made about shane being an older sibling figure to the younger bachelors & bachelorettes. he's the disgruntled mom friend.

1. sam

Shane slumps into a chair and takes off that dreadful cap as he begins his legally designated 15 minute break at work. He knows if it weren't for the literal law that he wouldn't be given a break at all, especially with Morris stressing about customers that never show up. It's the same two or three people from town every day. Morris isn't going to get that through his thick skull, though. Shane sighs as rubs his eyes roughly with his palms, trying to fend off his exhaustion and mild hangover.

He's getting better. He hasn't cut himself off completely, but he's getting better. He can remember his nights now instead of select moments and then blurry images and distant noises. Shane sighs. He has a therapy appointment in a couple of days. He isn't enjoying therapy but it is starting to give him relief in a way he's never felt before. It's better. It's better, he reassures himself, despite the pressure in his chest yelling at him that he's a failure for not going cold turkey.

Shane slouches further down in the chair and tips his head so it rests on the back of the chair. These cushioned armchairs, as cheap and small and obnoxiously colored blue as they are, are the best things JojaMart has ever gotten. He shuts his eyes and listens to the sound of absolutely nothing in the break room. He's saved from the terrible repetitive pop music playlist on the floor. It's just him and the whirring of a nearby fan.

Until the door swings open and Sam comes barging in with a giddy smile and something in his hands. He's going to come over and try and show him isn't he?

"Shane!"

Shane groans and covers his face with his cap.

"C'mon! I gotta show you something!"

"No." Shane grumbles from under his cap. "Go away."

"Please?" Sam asks nicely, "I promise you will like it."

Shane grabs his cap and swings it down onto his lap. "What is it?"

Sam holds out a flier and beams. Shane sighs and snatches the paper and takes a look at it. It's an advertisement for a show in Zuzu City.

"Who's 'Goblin Destroyer?'" Shane asks.

"My band!" Sam says excitedly, hopping from foot to foot. "We got a gig! It's a small show but it's still in Zuzu City!"

Shane blinks and nods. "Alright, cool." He looks up at Sam, who's got the biggest hopeful puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. Sam is giving Jas a run for her money. "Uh… good job." He tries to say it and mean it. It's exactly what Sam is looking for, because Sam somehow grins even wider and giddily jumps up and down.

"You totally gotta come!"

Shane purses his lips together. Go to their concert? He can't remember the last time he'd been to a concert, especially given how tickets usually cost more money than he has. Except, Sam and his band can't be expensive. It's their first show and probably at a small concert venue or in a club in Zuzu City, which most of the time is free. He has no reason to not go other than he doesn't know if he wants (or can handle) being in a potential crowd.

But Sam is waiting patiently and quietly. This means a lot to him.

Shane sighs, "Yeah, I can go. I just need the date and time."

"Really?!" Sam nearly shouts. "And everything is on the flier, plus everybody from here who's coming will be on the bus together. Pam agreed to it," He explains.

"Ah," Shane says, reading the flier again and seeing yes, all of the information is there. "Erm, your mom going?"

"Her and Vince are going, yea," Sam sounds less excited but he's still happy. "I'm not sure Mom will like the music too much, she doesn't like it when we practice in the house, but I think my dad would like it."

"Mmm," Shane hums.

"My dad isn't going to be home until next year," Sam says, his demeanor shifting into what Shane can only describe as sullen. "It's been weird, getting ready for it even though it's a whole two seasons away."

Shane isn't sure what to say to that. He never had much of a family growing up, and what little he remembers of his father are more images than true moving memories. Flashes.

"He's been gone since Vince was a toddler," Sam says. "We had just moved to the valley when it happened." Shane knows all of this already, this isn't the first time Sam has told him about it. Sam tends to repeat it a lot.

"I mean, I'm an adult now, y'know?"

"You're an adult?" Shane teases dryly. He smirks as Sam leans over and gives him a light slap on the knee.

"I'm being serious, dude," Sam says, "I just… I'm doing great things and he's not even here. I've been told he didn't have a choice but then there's so many people whose dads are here and weren't shipped off to the war. Did he have no choice?"

"Sam there wasn't a draft, and there hopefully won't be one anytime soon. So no, your father wasn't forced," Shane states matter-of-factly. He didn't plan on continuing further, but Sam's look of defeat…

"But, by 'no choice', probably meant in looking for a job. People who aren't doing well sometimes feel like the military's all they can do and be guaranteed some benefits at the end of it. Why did y'all move to Pelican Town?" Shane asks.

"It was too expensive in Zuzu," Sam says.

"Do you know why I moved to Pelican Town? Why did I move in with my aunt?"

"Because it was too expensive in Zuzu City."

"Right, and that was just me and Jas," Shane says, "Two of us. Y'all are a family of four. I can't imagine how hard it was."

"... Yeah…" Sam murmurs.

"Look, your old man was doing what was best at the time. He's gonna be different when he comes back."

"Yeah, in his letter he said he was different. I found it in my mom's room."

"Don't go snooping in your mom's room," Shane scolds. He clears his throat to switch off the "talking to Jas aka a child" mindset. "All I'm saying is, maybe this," Shane passes back the flier. "This'll be something he can enjoy when he gets back."

"I hope so," Sam says. "I don't know what I'd do if he doesn't like it."

"He'll like it," Shane says, "And even if he doesn't, he'll still be proud. He's your dad. He'd be crazy if he wasn't proud of you."

"You think so? Sometimes I don't even know if my mom is proud of me."

"She's going to be proud of you when she sees you on that stage. I know I'd be."

"... You would?"

"Mhm."

Sam looks at the flier and his face scrunches, deep in thought. Shane checks the clock and sees he's a couple minutes past his break. He sighs and he stands up, stretching his arms up to try, popping his back. Before he can leave, Sam is wrapping his arms tightly around Shane and squeezing.

"Sam?!"

"Thank you," Sam breathes.

Shane awkwardly pats Sam's back. "Er… you're welcome?"

Sam lets go and hurries off out of the breakroom. He probably wasn't even supposed to be back here, let alone for an entire 15 minute break. Shane sighs as he drags his feet to the door.

"That was weird," He murmurs to himself. He ignores the lightness in his chest. It was weird.

As long as the kid's happy though, right?

Shane questions if it was worth it as Morris yells at him for being late coming back from his break. He sees Sam behind Morris, mopping as usual as if he hadn't gone to the breakroom and is the reason Shane is late. Shane sighs again.

He'll take the blame for it this time.

This time, he tells himself, despite it not being the first time.

It probably won't be the last.

#sdv #sdv shane #sdv sam #my writing #sdv fanfic #stardew valley #ramblings #mother hen #hee hee finally finished this #posting here instead of ao3 (for now) bc i don't wanna stare at another #incomplete fic.... #once i have a few of these written i'll transfer them to ao3

[kayacomics]

Daddy Daughter Hang out (Kazuki)

#buddy daddies #kazuki papa #buddy daddies miri #sketch #My babus #Mother hen

[fitrahgolden]

Mother Hen

I've hit a wall on the last couple of chapters of Should You Need Me, so here's a drabble for you:

“Do you not think he is sitting rather close to Franny?”

“I do not.”

“You are not even looking!” Anthony hissed at his wife, who was looking down at her book, a placid expression on her face. “I must say, I worry you do not appreciate the importance of your role here, Kate.”

Anthony looked back across the room and his eyes widened. “You must look! He has leaned toward her! His behaviour clearly suggests a libertine lifestyle and it is appalling. You would be offended if you would only pay attention.”

Kate glanced up, knowing she would find Lord Campbell behaving perfectly well. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Anthony, they are sitting opposite each other on separate settees. All is entirely proper."

"But look at their knees, Darling."

Kate tried her best to suppress a laugh, not wanting to add to the distraction her husband was already causing with his commentary, which she was sure Anthony thought was being communicated subtlety.

"Their knees? What of their knees?"

"This Lord Campbell must think himself quite sly, but it is clear to me that he has been inching his legs closer to Francesca this entire visit. This is deceitful behaviour, at best. I must do something."

Kate shot her hand out to place it firmly against Anthony's arm. "You must do nothing." She warned sternly. "There is no impropriety occurring, and your unnecessary interference will only serve to embarrass your sister. This is clearly causing you great distress. Perhaps you have business to attend to in your study?"

Anthony shook his head dismissively as he put his hand over where Kate’s rested on his arm. "You are here. I do not wish to leave." His eyes were still intent on Francesca and Lord Campbell across the room. His response was so immediate, so natural, he clearly hadn't given any thought.

Kate smiled, looking at the profile of her adorable husband, so invested in the wellbeing of his sister, to the point of abject absurdity.

Anthony managed an entire twenty seconds of silence before declaring coolly. "The relentlessness of his eye contact is unnerving."

Kate turned to him, blinking slowly. "Anthony."

"What?" Anthony asked.

"You are critiquing a gentleman's eye contact on the basis of its intensity? You?"

"Oh, come now, Kate. If you mean to call my propensity to let my gaze linger into question, you must know that it is obviously an exception."

"Is it?"

"Yes," Anthony answered simply. "For one, we are married."

"And before–?"

"And before, as still stands true today, you are exceptional."

Anthony's eyes twinkled at her. Before she could put together a response to his unexpectedly sweet appeal, Anthony turned his head sharply back to Lord Campbell. Standing, he looked at his father's pocket watch. "Surely this ‘gentleman’ has been given enough time. I can tell Franny is thoroughly unimpressed. I shall go rescue her."

Kate took the watch from him and checked the time. "Anthony, it has been seven min–"

"Lord Campbell, it was quite kind of you to call."

Alas, it was too late.

#bridgerton #anthony x kate #kanthony #kate and anthony #kate x anthony #kate bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony and kate #kanthonyedit #mother hen #anthony bridgerton #katesharmaedit #kathani sharma #kathony edit #kathony fanfic #kathony fic #kathonyedit #kathony #kathani bridgerton #lord bridgerton #lady bridgerton #viscount bridgerton #viscountess bridgerton #the viscount who loved me #kanthony fic #kanthony edit #kanthony fanfic #kanthony fanfiction #francesca bridgerton

[melissajanart]

Happy Mother's Day!

Mother Hen

#mother hen #mothers day #mothering sunday #chicken #art blog #artist on tumblr

[lemony-lemonsquare]

#cute finds #geocities #old web trinketbox #cute #pastelcore #pixel aesthetic #png #webcore #yellow #yellowcore #pastel yellow #baby chickens #chicks #chicken #mother hen #cottagecore #cottage aesthetic #cutecore

[chicabae]

Mother Hen

Based on @opalinedaydreams Keeping Up With Top Gun series

specifically this post

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It wasn’t noticeable at first. They had a mission to complete and training to get through. But afterward, it was all they could talk about. Fanboy actually brought it up when Rooster magically had apple slices in his bag and handed them out, “Has he always been like this?”. 

Phoenix just shrugs, “I’ve kind of stopped noticing after a while, but yeah. He’s a ‘prepare for anything’ kind of guy.”. 

Hangman chimed in, “No it’s more than that, but I can’t put my finger on it”. 

They dropped it for a while until a night out at The Hard Deck. Only half their group drank that night so Rooster was voted DD. At the end of the night, he and Bob drove them all home, put them to bed, and put a glass of water and a painkiller on their nightstand. Bob was quick to correct everyone though, “I just drove, he was the one that brought you in.”

Now that they brought it up, they couldn’t help but see it all the time; Rooster checking in with everyone after training exercises, handing out small snacks and food, making sure everyone is drinking water. They gathered for a movie night at Coyote’s apartment when a thought struck Payback. When Rooster had left for the bathroom, he quickly gathered everyone in a huddle. “He’s the mom friend!” he exclaimed.

Phoenix looked confused, “Who are we talking about?”

“Rooster! It’s like Hangman said, he’s a prepared guy, but there's more to it!”

They all paused and thought back.

“Huh, that kinda works,” Bob agreed.

“What works?” They all looked over at Rooster, standing in the hallway. “C’mon, what’s with all the whispering?”

Hangman grinned at him, “Don’t worry about it mother hen, the chickadees are fine.”

The group burst into giggles as Rooster looked on confused.

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fic #opalinedaydreams #keepingupwithtopgun #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace x reader #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #robert bob floyd #reuben payback fitch #mickey fanboy garcia #mother hen

[lunaraindrop]

Steddie fic idea

Steve, in supreme mother hen mode, looks on the back of a can of chicken and star and doesn't like what he sees in the nutrition content. He becomes obsessed with making his own chicken soup.

Some people just *tell* people they love them. If you're Steve Harrington, he tells you to "Shut up and eat your soup, shithead."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #the party #mother hen

[orsialos]

Friends, meet Anêsidôra, my friendliest chick. I decided to name her after my favorite epithet of Demeter - She Who Sends Forth Gifts.

While the ancient Greeks did not have much of a relationship with domestic chickens, we do know they were at least aware of them as several references to cockerels exist in mythology (the cock is considered by some to be an attribute of Ares, Heracles, and Athena). I think it stands to reason that if domestic chickens, especially those for eggs, were a part of ancient Greek culture they would fall under the domain of Demeter.

As Demeter is such an important aspect of my life and Her blessings bountiful over the years, I thought it a beautiful tribute to the goddess to name one of my sweet hens after Her ❤️ I am setting up a small shrine as well to Demeter in my chicken run where the girls will live.

The last year and a half has been very interesting for my relationship with Demeter as I navigated the diagnosis of celiac. It is a life-changing diagnosis to be sure, and don't get me wrong I'm so grateful to not feel sick and dying every day of my life, but not being able to share the sacred grains with Demeter definitely has made me feel farther away from her than I like.

If you followed me for any amount of time you know that I consider myself a pretty strict reconstructionist. Funnily enough, it was my Celiac diagnosis that made me take a long hard look at my relationship with the gods and how I interacted with them. It made me realize that while following ancient customs brings me so much comfort and joy, it's okay for me to allow modernity into my worship. Because truly when you think about it, do we really think that if ancient Greek religion had continued to be practiced it would have never evolved that 2,000 years later? That it would look exactly the same? Of course no! We might not know what the Hellenes who practiced this ancient religion might look like today, but we can certainly make informed decisions about it!

And so that's why I have made the decision that while the ancient Greeks did not know much about chickens, Demeter certainly does since she loves them.

So here's to you my beautiful shining Queen of the Harvest - I hope you love my girls as much as I do 🥰

#personal #mother hen #demeter #demeter deity #helpol #hellenism #hellenic worship #hellenic polytheism #hellenic devotion

[catfindr]

#petfinder #catfinder #cat #kitten #kitty #mother hen #md #maryland