brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: pregnancy (fluff part 2)

ahh I knew I would forget some major thing on the pregnancy headcanons post! this one is mostly about… their reactions when they feel the baby kick! as usual I hope you all enjoy this offering. long post so cut added.

charles lee ray

• you’re lay on the sofa with your head in his lap watching some terrible re-run on tv
• the first kick startles you, until you realise what it was
• your hand goes to your bump to see if it happens again
• chucky notices your little movements
• “what’s got into you?”
• (you refrain from saying “your baby”, even if its true)
• you feel another kick and you grab his hand, moving it over the right spot
• “feel”
• “what’s wrong -” he cuts himself off when he feels the little kick beneath his hand “oh”
• he always gets really quiet while he’s feeling for kicks
• which surprises you because who’d have thought charles ray was so sensitive
• to be honest he just hasn’t fully processed the situation
• (and likely won’t until the baby is born)
• so these moments give him time to think
• he doesn’t mention it but after the first time his hands settle on your bump way more often
• he’s trying to feel for more kicks but doesn’t want to seem soft
• (you already know but spare him his pride)

jack dante

• his detached curiosity isn’t really solved by feeling tiny kicks but it does entertain him
• you’re eating dinner at like midnight in his office when you feel a jab
• you put your hand over your bump and feel little feet kicking
• he narrows his eyes at you, “what”
• “baby’s kicking” you look over at him “wanna feel?”
• he perks up, discarding the take out carton he is eating from on his desk and coming over to you
• for once he hands aren’t immediately grabbing at you and you have to take them yourself, placing them over your bump
• he smiles that sly smile of his when he feels movement
• its definitely more of a source of entertainment than a bonding experience
• but he seems to like it so every time the kicking starts you mention it and he comes running

sheriff bracket

• he has been waiting the whole pregnancy to start feeling kicks
• its another long, lazy night on the couch with his hands cradling your bump when he feels it
• “sweetie, was that - ?”
• you’re so excited as you put your hand over his and wait for the next kick
• “yeah, yeah i think it was”
• theres another kick and you squeal a little bit with happiness
• he gets so attached to the baby before its even born and feeling it kick around just boosts his Dad instincts
• so proud
• brags to anyone who will listen about for strong your little one is already
• when he talks to the bump he tries to persuade the baby to kick
• “c'mon, show daddy how strong you are”
• you joke around about it “stop encouraging them, i’ll never get any peace because they’ll be trying to show off for you”

billy bibbit

• you’re stood in the kitchen washing up after dinner
• he’d drying the dishes after you wash them when suddenly you feel it
• he’s worried something is wrong when you go still
• “is s-s-ssomething the matter?”
• “No, no, i think i felt a kick”
• “r-really?”
• you take his hands and put them over your bump, waiting for move movement
• billy stays quiet
• then he feels something !!
• he cant even speak for a moment whilst the baby moves beneath his hands
• cries a little bit
• “billy, are you okay?”
• “y-yeah, yeah i’m s-ssorry, i'mm j-just so hap-ppy”
• wants to keep you close as much as possible so he can be there to feel the baby every time

doc cochran

• you expect doc to be pretty professional about the whole thing
• keeping track of when you feel movement and checking that the movement seems healthy
• you’d felt movement before anyone could feel it from the outside
• but one day you feel a kick that is stronger than the others
• you immediately tell doc, who comes over from his desk and places a doctorly hand over the bit you point too
• he’s about to start asking genuine medical questions until he feels it
• a tiny kick under his hand
• he definitely cries
• which surprises you and scares you a little
• “is something wrong, doc?”
• “no, no, nothings wrong - the babys just kicking”
• you laugh, relieved “i know doc, i can feel it”
• he didnt think he’d get so emotional about it, but thats his child you’re carrying
• feeling for the first time this life you created together just hits different for him
• tries to pull himself together and be a good doctor (can he be anything else?)
• but his sentimentality just proves he loves you
• sometimes he’s out on call when you feel kicks
• you tell him about it all on the pretence that its for medical reasons but you know he just likes hearing about what the baby gets up to while he’s out

grima wormtongue

• his hands are on your bump 24/7 so it was impossible for him to miss the first kicks
• goes a little bit crazy feeling the baby move
• reminds him that you’re carrying his child and this is all truly happening
• now you’re pregnant you spend a lot of time in yours and grima’s quarters
• grima dodges doing any of his duties to come back and see you throughout the day
• “how is my sweet one”
• (is he talking about you or the baby? definitely the baby, im sorry)
• his hands are on you
• and finally, one day he feels something
• a kick
• his eyes go wide and even he can’t think of something to say
• “it seems they’re happy about their father’s return, they’ve been slumbering all day”
• you definitely play up the fact that the baby likes when grima is around
• because you know he gets insecure about whether he’ll be a good father

tommy ludlow

• he’s actually not around when the baby first kicks enough for anyone else to feel it
• when he gets home you tell him and he’s so annoyed with himself for missing it
• “dont worry, tommy, they’ll be more where that came from”
• its the middle of the night when the kicks start again and it wakes you up
• in the dark you shake tommy awake
• he wakes with a start, thinking something is wrong
• but you grab his hand an press it to your bump and he feels the kicks against his palm
• he sits up in bed and with you leaning back against his chest
• his arms are around you and he holds your bump
• feeling the kicks until you both fall asleep again

leo nova

• he’s not the softest soon-to-be dad around
• but when he first feels the baby kick that jump starts his Proud Dad emotions
• he’s away a lot so misses a lot of the movement
• and he’s emotionally repressed so doesn’t ask about it as much as he should
• but at night when you’re asleep he puts his hands on your bump and wills the baby to kick for him while its just the two of them

tucker cleveland

• another one who misses the first kicks
• he’s been at work all day and when he comes home you tell him
• “guess what happened today”
• “I don’t know, what happened today”
• “the little tyke started kicking”
• pretends he isn’t bothered that he wasn’t there but is secretly gutted
• he tries to nonchalantly keep his hands on your bump for the rest of the night to catch the next kick but the baby is messing with him apparently
• he has to wait for the next day
• you’re in the shower the next morning when you feel movement
• “tucker! come, quick!”
• he’s out of bed like a shot thinking you need help
• he whips back the shower curtain and sees you stood with your hand over your bump
• he realises what’s going on and replaces your hand with his own
• he feels tiny feet under his fingertips
• “well, well, well, kiddo” he mumbles, “aren’t you a strong little thing”

If this isn’t a statement on American health care, I don’t know what is.

I skipped a step, going down the stairs today (I was texting while walking- it was the hubby and about the kid, so sue me, this is why I don’t text and drive) and badlyrolled my ankle. In the few moments between hearing the pop of the side of my ankle meeting pavement, and the confirmation that I could in fact still walk on it, albeit painfully, the only thing I could think of was the fact that I have no health insurance, I can’t afford to have a broken anything.

In those moments, the only thing I should have been concerned with about a broken bone was how I was going to keep up with my year and a half old. Not $$. Yet, here I am a few hours later, willing the swelling and pain to be gone.

Cause that’s sound medical advice? Right?

Right?!

politicalprof:

In 2002, when the first edition of Rage on the Right came out, I noted that while the militia had declined, the conditions that supported it (and its right wing relatives) persisted in American culture, so it wasn’t going away. But I never imagined the horrors we see these days

Neon nights

I’m…I’m a Hufflepuff who is trying my best to FIND my brother and the Cursed Vaults

Meanwhile, a couple of years ago maybe, in some run-down disreputable cantina near Mapuso, a young smuggler named Han Solo gave the woman across from him a wry look and said, “No dice.”

In her defence, she was doing a pretty good job. She was earnest, and persuasive, and if he’d been more naive, he might’ve bought it.

She also clearly didn’t belong in the fringe. She’d dressed the part, and she wasn’t overly furtive the way he’d seen other outsiders act, but she had too much idealism in her eyes. “Why not?”

“Because,” he said easily, “I ain’t stupid. I’m not getting involved in some crazy rescue op right under the Empire’s nose.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re a smuggler.”

“I don’t smuggle people.” His voice hardened as he said it, from habit as much as anything. Usually, smuggling people had a different meaning when people suggested it to him, and while he might be a criminal, he drew the line at slavery. But even this… so some people were being hunted by the Empire. It was the Empire. Mapuso itself was proof enough that it was better to stay as far away from Imperial operations as possible.

She was studying him, and he recognised the look in her eyes. Judgment, disappointment, and that fierce idealism that never failed to annoy him. She thought everyone should be “doing their part”, to stand up to injustice. Well, Han had grown up with injustice, and he’d learned that the only person he could rely on to look out for him was himself. It wasn’t his job to fight for anyone else. Sure, they were offering money, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Besides, he knew that this wouldn’t just be hauling cargo, sentient or otherwise. Sooner or later, the Imperials would tumble to the whole thing, and he’d get caught in the crossfire. And when it came right down to it, he knew, no one would worry overmuch about him. He was just the pilot.

“And I ain’t gonna get myself killed over some idealistic nonsense,” he went on. “You go right ahead. Maybe you’ll find someone else around here who’s dumb enough.”

Her gaze hardened, the idealism banked. It should have been a relief. It wasn’t. “Fine,” she said, and got to her feet. “Enjoy your drink.”

He lifted said drink in a sarcastic toast as she turned away.

He watched her approach someone else, sliding into the booth across from the guy, and had to admit that she had guts. Most people didn’t just join random fringe guys at their tables.

Then again, maybe she was just that stupid.

He shook his head in disgust as she launched into her spield. By the time he’d finished his drink, the guy across from her was actually listening, and to Han’s mild surprise, he looked… intrigued.

His stomach twisted, and he fought back the tiny tendril of guilt. It was a bad idea to get involved with do-gooder folks like that. It didn’t matter if someone else was doing it. He wasn’t going to put his life on the line for some strangers, even if they didneed help.

Across the cantina, the woman and the man shook hands, she looking relieved, he resolved.

Rolling his eyes, Han got to his feet, and walked away.

  There was a silence with things going on in it.

  ‘And we won’t ever fight any more, will we?’ he said.

  ‘Oh, no,’ she said. ‘Not ever! I don’t know what made me do like that. It all got so sort of funny, sort of life a nightmare, the way I got thinking of all those people getting married all the time; so many of them, everything spoils on account of the fighting and everything. I got mixed up thinking about them. Oh, I don’t want to be like them. But we won’t be, will we?’

  ‘Sure we won’t’ he said.

  ‘We won’t go all to pieces,’ she said. ‘We won’t fight. It’ll all be different, now we’re married. It’ll all be lovely. Reach me down my hat, will you, sweetheart? It’s time I was putting it on. Thanks. Ah, I’m so sorry you don’t like it.’

  ‘I do so like it!’ he said.

  ‘You said you didn’t,’ she said. ‘You said you thought it was perfectly terrible.’

  ‘I never said any such thing,’ he said. ‘You’re crazy.’

  ‘All right, I may be crazy,’ she said. ‘Thank you very much. But that’s what you said. Not that it matters – it’s just a little thing. But I t makes you feel pretty funny to think you’ve gone and married somebody that says you have a perfectly terrible taste in hats. And then goes and says you’re crazy, besides.’

  ‘Now, listen here,’ he said. ‘Nobody said any such thing. Why, I love that hat. The more I look at it the better I like it. I think it’s great.’

  ‘That isn’t what you said before,’ she said.

  ‘Honey,’ he said. ‘Stop it, will you? What do you want to start all this for? I love the damned hat. I mean, I love your hat. I love anything you wear. What more do you want me to say?’

  ‘Well, I don’t want you to say it like that,’ she said.

  ‘I said I think it’s great,’ he said. ‘That’s all I said.’

  ‘Do you really?’ she said. ‘Do you honestly? Ah, I’m so glad. I’d hate you not to like me hat. I would be – I don’t know, it would be sort of such a bad start.’

  ‘Well, I’m crazy for it,’ he said. ‘Now we’ve got that settled, for heaven’s sake. Ah, baby. Baby lamb. We’re not going to have any bad starts. Look at us – we’re on our honeymoon. Pretty soon we’ll be regular old married people. I mean. I mean, in a few minutes we’ll be getting in to New York, and then we’ll be going to the hotel, and then everything will be all right. I mean – well, look at us! Here we are married! Here we are!’

  ‘Yes, here we are,’ she said. ‘Aren’t we?’

‘Here We Are’, Dorothy Parker

(1931)

sandersstudies:

I am OBSESSED with people telling me how they met the love of their life. Just found out my director met his wife through a misdirected email - that’s fate right there.

bebeocho:

so we’ve all taken the omegaverse rank assignment uquiz right. right?

never forget this day

Anakin smiling over his work. He’s very proud. 

The bigger picture: 

More bodies on the inside layer. There are youngling bodies in every bite! 

Conversations I had with my sister while making this cake: 

*As my sister is cutting up the sour patch kid bodies:* 

Me: Technically, Anakin didn’t kill these younglings, we did. 

My sister: We’re going to frame him. 

Me: AU Where Anakin doesn’t kill the younglings, he’s framed and Obi-Wan believes it and still sets him on fire. 

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My sister as she’s cutting the sour patch kid bodies: I really love the diagonal cut ones. It just makes it seem so much more violent.

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My sister as we’re putting the bodies on the cake: “We gotta keep the bodies together, otherwise it doesn’t look enough like a crime scene and looks more like Anakin is just really obsessed with candy.” 

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My other sister when she comes home and sees what we’ve done: Why is it chocolate? 

Me: Because I couldn’t find the dye. Otherwise it would’ve been a vanilla cake and I would’ve dyed it red. Like blood.

Cake helping-sister: But there is no blood, they’re cauterized. 

Me: It’s symbolic. 

Cake helping sister: Cauterization is not symbolic. 

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*as we’re putting lego Anakin on the cake* 

My sister: How could you do it Anakin??? Why did you do it???? (in her best Anakin imitation voice) no, I was framed!!! (normal voice) Shut up Anakin, you’re standing in the evidence!!!! 

we love falling for someone who is utterly unobtainable, and who has a football field of red flags, and who you know nothing long term or healthy would come out of… but here you are anyways!