We’ll Have To Do Dinner Thursday Night Instead.

Can u plzzzz write something about Ben!Rog where it's a timeline of the reader and him going through pregnancy? Like when she found out she was pregnant all the way up to delivering the baby? It's all over the place but I'd love for u to write it♥️

Roger Taylor Pregnancy Headcanons/Timeline (Part 1: Telling Roger)

A/N: I really love this idea. I haven’t had like any time to write in the last two weeks so even though this isn’t the whole thing, I wanted to post something. So, I had an idea to kind of split up the headcanons into like periods. I will get the whole concept done, especially since my winter break starts next week!!!!!!!😎 -C

PS: Requests Are Open.

So when you found out you were pregnant, you thought Roger was going to freak out.

You weren’t planning on kids at all and you thought that with his career and all, he wouldn’t want it.

You made sure to go to the doctor and everything just so that you could be sure.

About two weeks after finding out, Roger was due home in an hour and you decided it was the night to tell him.

You weren’t sure how yet but tonight was the night.

When he walked in the door, you just went for it...sort of.

“Hey Rog.”

“Hello love.”

He kissed you on the forehead and moved toward the living room.

“Say Roger, what’ll you be doing in oh I don’t know, 9 months?”

“I don’t know, why do you ask?”

Ok. Just try again.

“I don’t I just thought there may be a new addition that we’d make in about 9 months.”

“Like to the house?”

How was he still not connecting the dots here?

“No Roger, I’m pregnant.”

Well that was one way to convey your message. In a very very blunt way.

But then, he started laughing.

“That was funny Y/N. I really thought you were pregnant for a minute.”

“I am.”

You handed him the papers from the doctor and the test.

Silence fell over the room as Roger’s eyes widened and a slight look of panic took over his face.

“You’re really not kidding are you.”

He was searching your serious expression for any sign of you cracking a smile or holding in a laugh.

“No.”

He stood up and for a moment you thought he was going to leave.

You thought you were going to be left alone to raise this child, when suddenly he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up.

“I’m going to be a father!!!”

He was happy. You could relax.

“I love you so much Y/N.”

“You’re not mad?”

“How could I be? You already do so much for me and now you’re giving me a baby. My life couldn’t be any better.”

That night when you went to bed, as you were cuddling with Roger, your dreams couldn’t help but be filled with the giggles of a baby and your future happy family.

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learned how to use blenders film making tools

I work at a daycare with infants.

One of our baby girls is fat, in the 99th percentile for her age. She is super cute and sweet. Lately, she has been sick with various breathing issues, so she has been reluctant to take her bottles. Normally, she’ll take 4 ounces of formula at lunch and 8 ounces in the afternoon. Today, I was lucky to get to her take 5 all day.

There was a substitute covering a lunch break in my classroom today. We emphasized to her that we need to keep trying to get the baby to drink her bottle until she finished it. She said, “Why are you guys so worried about taking her bottle?”

My coworker replied, “That’s where all her nutrients are. She needs the nutrients and the water.”

To which the substitute replied, “But she’s so fat. She doesn’t need it.”

Thin privilege is a small, pretty baby getting better childcare because the caretaker doesn’t think she’s too fat to be allowed to eat.

Gladiator II Fic Rec Masterlist

Lucius Verus (under construction)

Emperor Geta

Maimed My Wife @megalony

Valuable To The Emperor ^

No One But You ^

To Be Loved is To Be Seen @averagewriter-inthedark

The City of Rome at Your Feet @multific

mercy @amphitriteswife

I May Be Dumb, But I’m Not Stupid (Part 2)

[Roger Taylor x Fem!reader]

A/N: Thank you guys for such a positive response to part 1. It means a lot because I’ve never posted or really shared my writing before and I’m glad I’m able to give you something to enjoy!!! It’s still kinda short but shit goes down in the next chapter, I just felt like being evil 😈 and leaving it on a cliffhanger. Also thank you for being so patient. I’ve been very busy and haven’t had any time to write. 😘

(P.s. I couldn’t link the first part because I don’t have a computer on hand at the moment)

Read Part One First❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

Reminder: I’m taking concept requests for Queen and 5sos (no full on smut)

Y/N’s POV

“Come on!”

“Go with us!”

“It’s a party for you, we’re all going.”

“Even Deaky’s going. If Deaky’s going you should go.”

Roger and I had been pestering Brian for a good thirty minutes. He refused to come with us to a party tonight which may I add, was celebrating HIS band’s upcoming tour. Brian said he had a “bad feeling” about tonight, whatever that meant.

“I just feel like something bad is going to happen and knowing you guys, I’d probably be the one having to fix it.”

I didn’t really want to go either but I was supporting my friends and knowing my 2 favorite things: boys and booze would be there, the decision was a little easier. Plus I would probably be shunned if I didn’t go (Freddie and Roger a.k.a the hysterical queens of the band).

I had recently tried distancing myself from Roger, however this task turned out to be much more difficult than I had originally thought. Roger was a drug no rehab could cure me of, I just kept relapsing every time I tried to quit. Partying always helped me cope; so I got a buzz whenever I could, even though the high only lasts till he catches my eye. And again and again, Roger kept reminding me that I couldn’t have him. I was his for the week, until he moved on to the next fling.

I had feelings for my best friend and I knew he would never feel the same way. Roger could barely pay attention to one girl for more than a week, I couldn’t expect a relationship out of him.

Later that night

Getting ready for the party was causing me more stress than I already had. I wanted to doll myself up just so Roger would notice me, but I couldn’t make it too obvious. I also had to make sure that I would be able to catch the eye of anyone but Roger, while still managing to grab his attention in a tasteful way. See, even picking out my clothes to impress Roger seemed like a life or death situation. It was completely ridiculous, obsessing over one guy like this. I just need to go to the party and completely ignore Roger. How presumptuous of me to actually think my will power would keep him away from me.

“Freddie’s already there Brian, lets go,” Roger complained. After convincing Brian to go, he’d decided to take the maximum amount of time possible to get ready (of course he did, have you seen his hair).

We finally leaving the house, we arrived at the party to find it was already on full swing.I immediately left the boys to go get shitfaced, that’s what I was there for after all.

3 rounds of shots and 2 beers later I felt my sobriety begin to disappear. I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings, that was until a guy a few meters away offered to buy me a drink. Boy, did I make a mistake saying yes...

Roger’s POV

I had barely walked through the door and I already had girls lining up to see me. I liked the attention, I always did, but I felt guilty. I felt like every time I had a girl even flirt with me, I was cheating. I hadn’t actually admitted it to anyone that I felt guilty because of her. Y/N was the only girl that I kept around, ever. Brian had tried to get me to spill about my emotions, even though I’m pretty sure he already knew everything.

Y/N meant a lot more to me than anyone knew. I couldn’t lose my reputation for a girl that so obviously had no romantic feelings toward me. She’d been very distant lately and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was because she didn’t want to keep up our little agreement anymore.

My temper had been through the roof and I was set off by every little thing. I was pissed at myself. I let her down. It took a lot for me not snap the neck of any guy Y/N spent time with.

I didn’t want to lose her. She was...perfect, the only thing that kept me sane. Now I wasn’t the smartest guy, but it didn’t take an astrophysicist (get it 😂) to realize how amazing this girl was.

Here I was sat with a girl on either arm and all I could think of was where Y/N was. Not with me, which is where she should be. I scanned the room searching for her and as soon as I caught sight of her, I felt my blood boil.

Y/N’s POV

I guess Brian’s little prediction had been correct . It seemed Roger was in the mood for a fight tonight because I had looked away from the guy I was speaking to, only to see an enraged Roger stomping towards us. As soon as I spotted the red tinge in his face and how his fists were clenched, I realized that someone was getting majorly injured. Who it was going to be, I had no idea.

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Normal people on Twitter are having an absolutely normal one over muppet babies letting gonzo wear a dress

say it with me:

ABORTION IS HEALTHCARE.

ABORTION IS A HUMAN RIGHT.

ALL GENDERS CAN GET AN ABORTION.

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@filmreel (gif belongs to them)

Masterlists

Felix Catton

Rich Boy Felix Smut @elizazone

Girl Dad Felix @crypticminx

More Girl Dad by crypticminx

Pregnancy with Felix by crypticminx

Felix Smut @anni1309-blog

Summers at Saltburn @backtothefanfiction

High By the Beach @i-love-ptv

Felix Smut by crypticminx

Telling Felix Catton you're pregnant by crypticminx

things friends do @allbark-no-bite

The Arranged Marriage @joekeeryswife

Jealous Girl @coryosbaby

Oliver Quick

Vaya Con Dios @sincerelyverena

Farleigh Start

One More Chance @nonpoppin

Love Me Less, Hate Me More @mphountitled

Hot & Heavy @stvolanis

linger @stargirlsturniololover

Oliver x Reader x Felix

head, heart, hand @manicpixiefelix

Blurb @yesimwriting

Match Burns by yesimwriting

No Pairing

the tragic mishaps of farleigh and lena start: a saltburn story @ilynassau

Irreverent Spoilers, but I was thinking today of this scene because it came across my tiktok and thinking through what Irreverent reader would’ve said if it ever comes up in conversation.

Reader: You told him he trusts women less than men? Hm, okay. I can see it.

Emily: Right?!

Hotch: *half jokingly* Watch it, L/N.

Emily: *walks away or gets distracted*

Hotch: What would you have said? Or what would you think, I suppose. Since I know you wouldn’t say whatever your real one is.

Reader: What makes you think I’d sugarcoat it?

Hotch: You wouldn’t. You just wouldn’t say it in front of everyone.

Reader: *looks at him appraisingly in a way that makes him feel exposed* You don’t take care of yourself, to the detriment of the team. You don’t take care of yourself when you’re sick. You don’t go to the therapists. You push yourself far more than you should. Innately, you believe you aren’t worthy of being cared for, so you neglect yourself. Which is fine when you’re the only one impacted by your physical and mental well-being, but it’s actually selfish when there are people relying on you to be at your best.

*LONG AF SILENCE*

Reader: Anyways, I probably would’ve just said you wear bad ties.

As a former dinosaur kid, this is frickin awesome

Here’s one good thing to come out of 2020:

Paleontologists completed a life-sized replica of Sue, the most complete T. Rex ever found.

And she is freaking GORGEOUS!

As I read more about this beauty, I found out some new details regarding things I thought I previously knew about the beast that was Tyrannosaurus Rex, and I’m going to share them with you.

First, and most obvious, her size:

This is nothing new, we all figured T. Rex was big, but I for one never stopped to consider exactly how big it was. Nobody ever really knows what to imagine when they read about something the size of a whale that walked around and ate everything it could kill. 

Speaking of eating things, I just want to remind you all that T. Rex had–by miles–the strongest bite of any terrestrial animal living or dead, somewhere around six and a half tons of force. That’s over six times greater than the current estimate of what Allosaurus was capable of, and three times what was delivered by the highest measured reading of the living title holder–the estuarine crocodile. It didn’t have to waste time swinging its head open-mouthed like Saurophaganax for a little extra oomph, or grow fancy serrated teeth like Carcharodontosaurus to cut pieces out of its prey. It opted for the simplest approach: get its mouth around something and crush it to death; imagine the full weight of an elephant on whatever was between this thing’s jaws.

“How did it find something to eat?” I hear you asking. “It can’t see something if it doesn’t move, right?”

Listen, I love Jurassic Park too, but that’s a big crock of shit.

Notice how both her eyes face forward. That gives her binocular vision (the ability to focus both eyes on one target, like you and I). More importantly it means she has impeccable depth perception due to overlapping fields of vision from each, large, eyeball. Researchers agree that T. Rex not only had incredible vision, but that it was probably better than most modern animals–including eagles, hawks, and owls–and that she could likely spot something three and a half miles away. If something that big can see that well, it doesn’t matter if you move or not, she’d be able to tell if it was an animal trying to hide or a piece of vegetation. So pray she isn’t hungry if she lays eyes on you. And even if by some miracle she didn’t see you, she’d still smell you. 

If she decided you looked tasty, you probably wouldn’t hear her coming as much as you’d feel her. Modern science indicates that T. Rex didn’t roar like in Jurassic Park, but rather bellowed or maybe even hissed like crocodilians. If she were on to you, you’d most likely feel this sense of unease creep up your spine as a low-pitched rumble in the air permeated through you. You wouldn’t know what it was or where it was coming from until you hear her footfalls. By then it’s too late–you could try to run but she’d probably catch you. There’s plenty on YouTube that reconstructs what T. Rex may have sounded like, and it’s legitimately haunting.  

To wrap all of this up, the one bit of good that came out of the cursed year that is 2020 is that this wonderful child of science and art came into the world, and reaffirmed my respect and admiration for the eight ton slab of muscle and teeth that is this magnificent creature.

…and it is nothing if not magnificent.