Your Childhood Is Gay, And Theres Nothing You Can Do About It!

your childhood is gay, and there’s nothing you can do about it!

or, a celebration of some children’s characters we love to relate to (even if it makes cishets mad). hope you all had a happy pride month 🌈

THIS LITERALLY MADE MAI FUCKIN DAY!😆🥰😍

You got a gem in me

Baby Blues

“Sun goes down and we are here together fireflies glow like a thousand charms...”

Emmet’s eyes slowly opened as the soft voice awakens him from his slumber. He groans and sits up on the bed, both elbows supporting him up. The construction worker looks over to the right side of the bed to see the covers thrown to the side and empty.

“It’s magic when you’re here beside me...close your eyes and let me hold you tight...”

Emmet looks over to the door and sees it opened and light coming from the room across.

“Everything that I could ever need is right here in my arms...tonight...”

Emmet lifts the covers to the side and walks over to the room across, the room belonging to him and Lucy’s month old daughter, Livy, short for Luna Olivia Brickowski

It had been a month since they’ve brought home their bundle of joy to their home.

And it has been the most challenging thing they’ve had since the Wedding between Queen Whaterva Wannabi and Batman.

Every night, they would be woken up by their crying daughter who seemed to demand for all their attention 27-7, 365, and they gave it their all. They were always showering their daughter with kisses and hugs and soft lullabies. Emmet’s favorite was when they would all lie together on the couch. Lucy would be curled up against him with their infant asleep with them. They would all just cuddle close, Emmet embracing Lucy as she embraced their baby.

It’s Lucy’s favorite too.

“It’s magic when you’re here beside me, close your eyes, and let me hold you...tight....”

Speaking of her, as the pajamas clothed father walked down the dimly illuminated hall, he saw her in front of the baby’s crib. She was standing, her back turned to the door, and holding the month old child.

“Everything that I could ever need is right here in my arms...tonight...”

Emmet leaned his back against the doorway as he gazed at his wife singing softly to Livy. The infant was placed on her mother’s chest, her chin and tiny hand resting on Lucy’s freckled, tan, and bare shoulders.

Her eyes were peacefully shut, her expression completely content as her mother kept humming, completely unaware of her daughters slumber.

“Sounds Of day...fade away...stars begin to climb...melodies....fill the breeze...sweeter all...the time...”

Lucy seemed to be in a trance as she kept subconsciously singing to Livy. Emmet notices and walks over to her and places his hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, think she’s already asleep” he says in a hushed volume.

Lucy wakes from her trance and looks carefully at her daughters content state.

“Oh, heh...didn’t even realize she quieted down...” she lightly chuckles and carefully placed Livy in her crib, not before kissing her tiny forehead.

“Did she wake you? I think I would’ve heard and had gotten her instead,” Emmet says as Lucy laid a blanket on the sleeping baby.

“Oh no, I just...woke up...and went to check on her...” Lucy trails as she kept her eyes on Livy.

“Oh...why did you wake up? Did you have...another nightmare?” Emmet worriedly asks as he walks up next to her and placed his hand on hers resting on the crib bar.

“N-no not a nightmare it’s just...”

Lucy sniffed and rested her chin on her hand, the elbow on the edge of the crib.

“I never had a good example of a mother...” she brought up. Emmet stood beside her, arm wrapped around her waist in comfort as he patiently listened.

“My mom...wasn’t the type to shower you with hugs and kisses and cookies and that kind of stuff...and my dad wasn’t around often...all they did was give me a roof over my head, food on the table, and money in my pocket. We never had close bonding moments...”

Lucy began to tear up again as she brought around her thoughts.

“I wanna to be better...I don’t want my daughter to grow up...thinking she had to change her name a gazillion times to get the attention she already deserves...but how...I feel like I’m not going to be a good enough mother...” her voice cracks as she buried her weary face in her hands and sobbed.

Emmet sadly looks at his mothering wife crying and brings her into a warm embrace against his chest, his chin resting on her head as hers buries itself in the crook of his neck. He can feel wet melancholic drops leaking from her eyes on his neck.

“Lucy...” he began as he started to gently pat her back in comfort.

“You’re an awesome mommy...” he says in a lighter tone, wanting to keep his positive aroma that he’s always had with her. It always helped when she was feeling blue and needed to smile that smile he’s loved and saw as one of the most amazing things he’s ever seen.

“You’re always to careful and loving towards Livy...the other day, you were out on the double decker porch swing and you were just talking to her and making cute babble noises just to get her to laugh and smile...it was a side of you I rarely see...you’re normally only this loving and bubbly with me...now you bring it for our daughter...you want the best and more for her...and you’re giving it your all. To me, that’s more than worthy of the ‘good enough mom’ title.

Lucy slowly smiles as Emmet trails, her arms now embracing emmet back in a mutual loving hug.

“And just now...you woke up and went to see if she was just alright...and sang to her...and let me just say this, you sang so sweetly and beautifully...like a voice I’ve never heard...it was like a guardian angel...you’re her guardian angel, Lucy...I know you’re always gonna be there for her, you’ve always tried your best for things you love with all your heart...your the best mom any awesome girl like Livy could ever ask for...” Emmet trails and looks down to Lucy’s grateful and loving smile to him. He smiles back and places his hand on her cheek and wipes away the few tears on her now proud and thankful face.

“Thank you, Emmet...but you know what?” She takes her hands from where they were placed on his back and holds them in Emmet’s warm and soft hands.

Emmet had unusually soft hands lately. He’d been using a lot of Livy’s baby lotion, eventually turning his once rough and gruffly hands from construction to soft ones that felt like soft moist cheeks.

“You help bring this side of me out...Your always so sweet and caring and loving...guess it rubbed off me and I’m like this with Livy...” Lucy looks over to the peaceful sleeping baby with a smile.

“You both mean the world to me...you make me wanna be better...I never want to be that dark and brooding goth I once was with you...the girl who hit you with a cactus over a misunderstanding lie...” she sighed as her once warm smiles turned to her previous sorrow frown.

“Lucy...as much as I love this warm and loving side of you” Emmet holds her face to look at him.

“That side of you, the You that’s so sassy, tough, mature and cool is what I also love about you. I love laughing over ur adorable sour puss ways and kissing you to try and soften them, even if you try not to blush or let them work. And I know Livy would also like to see that side of you. And who knows, maybe she’ll inherit that from you”

Lucy smiles again, her blue eyes gazing at her special and amazing husband she glad she vowed to be committed to the rest of her life and to start a family with.

“Gosh, How can I ever love anyone as much as I love you, Ems?” She sighs and leans in for a soft kiss. She felt him return it just as soft and small.

“And Livy...” he whispers as he pulls away and turns to look down at his sleeping daughter.

“And Livy...” Lucy repeats as she felt Emmets arm snake back on her waist. They both stood side by side as they momentarily watched their beautiful creation in content slumber.

2000s kids when they find out Clutch Powers in returning in Ninjago season 11

GAHH LUCYS TALLER I LOVE IT!!!😍🥰

@incorrecttlmquotes I couldn’t help myself

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If you’re exclusively attracted to fictional men, than you’re probably not attracted to men. Fictional men might have the aesthetic appearance of men but what makes a man is a lot more than the aesthetic appearance of one and men in tv shows and movies are often idealized and act in ways that we never see in men in real life.