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First Birthday

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mira-starling:

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Snickering to himself when Emma starts babbling, Ulric looks over to Mira, still not really able to move too much. “Yeah, that’s your doing.”

Smirking at her, he has to make sure Emma doesn’t unbalance herself, holding onto the little girl carefully.

Emma clasped the fabric of Ulric’s shirt in her itty bitty hands and made a big yawn. Mira settled her elbows against the edge of the couch and smiled softly at her baby girl. “Oh perhaps, but you’re along for the ride too, you know.” said Mira without directly looking at her husband. She reached out and stroked her index finger against the top of Emma’s hand.

"I have cake for her." Mira added as she glanced to the side to see Joey already fascinated by the sugary goodness. Mira snorted and turned back to Emma. "Just a bite. I have a feeling she’ll destroy the rest."

Now that she was holding on he does feel a little more settled, relaxing somewhat and still focused on Mira. “Still mostly you, Star.”

While they’re talking, Joey’s scooting a little bit closer, trying to be sneaky about it.

"Want some help?"

"Depends if she’ll let you." said Mira as she nodded her head to the direction of Emma not quite ready to let go of her fathers’ shirt yet. Out of the corner of her eye, Mira was able to catch Joey sneaking towards the cake. "Oh ho, not just yet young man." she said, holding her index finger up as a gesture for Joey to wait. 

It’s easy to feel hopeful on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days ahead of us too. There will be days where you feel all alone, and that’s when hope is needed most. No matter how buried it gets, or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold on to hope. 

First Birthday

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mira-starling:

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Settled and leaning back on the couch, stretched out, Ulric is keeping himself still. The day had been a long one, Emma tiring herself out after showing off the few words she could say now, and he was wary of moving too much, accidentally waking her up.

Joey was settled on the floor next to him, fixated on the TV with his Minion sitting next to him.

Mira walked out of the kitchen with the tiniest cake in hand. “Emmy!” she piped up and Emma rolled onto her tummy promptly after. Emma tilted her head up at her mother and smiled, cooing happily before spitting out a string of “Amamamama!”

Now her mother was obviously ecstatic about her daughter finally learning how to say her name and Mira let out a squeal of delight. “Yes, mama!” said Mira as she sat down on the ground beside the couch where Ulric sat. “We have the smartest kids in the world, you know that right?” she said as she looked back at her husband.

Snickering to himself when Emma starts babbling, Ulric looks over to Mira, still not really able to move too much. “Yeah, that’s your doing.”

Smirking at her, he has to make sure Emma doesn’t unbalance herself, holding onto the little girl carefully.

Emma clasped the fabric of Ulric’s shirt in her itty bitty hands and made a big yawn. Mira settled her elbows against the edge of the couch and smiled softly at her baby girl. “Oh perhaps, but you’re along for the ride too, you know.” said Mira without directly looking at her husband. She reached out and stroked her index finger against the top of Emma’s hand.

"I have cake for her." Mira added as she glanced to the side to see Joey already fascinated by the sugary goodness. Mira snorted and turned back to Emma. "Just a bite. I have a feeling she’ll destroy the rest."

"Music should be like making love - sometimes you want it soft and tender, other times you want it hard and aggressive."
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First Birthday

punkrockstringtheory:

Settled and leaning back on the couch, stretched out, Ulric is keeping himself still. The day had been a long one, Emma tiring herself out after showing off the few words she could say now, and he was wary of moving too much, accidentally waking her up.

Joey was settled on the floor next to him, fixated on the TV with his Minion sitting next to him.

Mira walked out of the kitchen with the tiniest cake in hand. “Emmy!” she piped up and Emma rolled onto her tummy promptly after. Emma tilted her head up at her mother and smiled, cooing happily before spitting out a string of “Amamamama!”

Now her mother was obviously ecstatic about her daughter finally learning how to say her name and Mira let out a squeal of delight. “Yes, mama!” said Mira as she sat down on the ground beside the couch where Ulric sat. “We have the smartest kids in the world, you know that right?” she said as she looked back at her husband.

Emma Stone in Birdman (2014) trailer (x)

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Imagine your OTP lying next to each other in bed, staring at the ceiling, embarrassed and slightly alarmed by the wild, intense, filthy sex they just had.

We Meet Again

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mira-starling:

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Mira supposed there had to be one somewhere and if there was, she would’ve wanted to see it too. Although, Mira would find it more humorous than anything to see devices on display that were still ‘new’ to her. 

"I’ll give you a call." said Mira and she smiled cheekily back at her friend. Emma babbled out a string of incoherent noises.

"I’ll be waiting for it." Waving to the two of them, Veda turns, looking toward home briefly before turning back with her familiar smile. "Until then?"

"Until then." Mira confirmed, giving the stroller a light push onto the sidewalk before waving her hand. And even Emma wanted to say goodbye as a tiny little fist rose up and waved around in the air.

Waiting until the others are gone, Veda’s expression is lighter, more relaxed. This had gone well, even with the years in between.

It was a good sign, she hoped, turning to head back home again only after Mira is out of sight.

mira-starling whispered: "Catch Me!"

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"Wh- hey!" Doing his best to keep his balance, Ulric stumbles backward anyway, both of them hitting the floor not long afterward.

He’s already laughing anyway, startled.

"Oh…" Mira coughed out a few laughs, propped herself up on her elbow and rolled herself onto Ulric. "I’m getting old." she said with a silly smile.

"Hey, if you’re getting old, then what am I getting?" Ulric teases, arms around Mira and drifting down over her back slowly.

"Well…" she paused, distracted by Ulric’s arms making their way across the landscape of Mira’s back. "Well, you’re still a year younger than me!" said Mira as she booped his nose with the tip of her finger. "You’re, uh…you’re aging slower." she laughed.

"How much slower?" Grinning, he looks at her cross-eyed briefly before nudging his forehead against Mira’s.

"Three hundred sixty-five days slower." said Mira as she promptly tried to make sense of what she just said. In the end she brushed off her joke and laughed, delicately nudging her head to her husband’s in return. "Whatever, ‘least we both look hot, right?" 

Especially after having a baby.

punkrockstringtheory whispered: Geranium, Sunflower, Violet, Zinnia, Dill, Rose (orange and red), Tuberose, Sycamore

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mira-starling:

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Mira studied the bouquet before smelling the petals. One for true friendship, gratitude, loyalty, memories, lust, love, fascination, pleasure, and— ”Curiosity?” Mira looked up from the bundle of flowers, grinning and arching her brow.

Mira smiled at her sons’ curiosity about the flowers. She glanced from him to her husband and back. “Joey honey, how ‘bout you take the flowers and find a nice spot for them?”

"Really?" Wide-eyed he’s already gone still, staring at Mira before giving her a childish grin. "Mm-hmm!"

Setting Joey down just before the squirming starts, Ulric sidles a little closer to Mira. “So… did you like them?”

"Ohhh, of course I do." said Mira in a hushed voice as she wrapped her arm around Ulric’s waist while watching Joey take off with the flowers. "More than like." she added, giving him a kiss. "And I love you for them."