#foster parent

[harpyjack]

waiting on details for this but if you're in the Athens, Georgia area, I need an immediate foster parent for an eight week old kitten that was thrown from a car

good news: the kitten is going to be okay

[avatheraven]

Don't mind me, just advertising my fanfiction <3

Click here if you just want to give it a go on Ao3

Here's a Wattpad version if it's better for you

Anyways, it's a CoD Superhero AU with a gender neutral reader insert :D

BUT there's no Character x Reader because you're a minor whose new foster parents happen to be Simon and Johnny

You're also secretly an outlaw, using your power illegally just for fun, until Makarov escapes and you get involved in his shit even though you don't want to.

So now you have to prove that you don't know Makarov, escape from heroes like Ghost, Soap, Price, etc. and try to be a good kid in your foster home, not knowing that you live with superheroes who you hate (it's not the plot twist)

It contains fluff, hurt/comfort, angst it's literally just a comfort fic

Thank you if you take a look at it! <33

[danskjavlarna]

Source details and larger version.

What does Jesus have to do with this collection of vintage Jesus imagery?

[houseofevanbuckley]

Some more of The adventures of Clipboard!Daddy and Helicopter!Papa

Just a little tidbit to celebrate the non closure of BuckTommy this week

It’s not the first time they've been woken up by the baby monitor coming to life with cries, but these cries? They feel different, and they both stand up to go to Noah’s room. Tommy is the first one inside, Buck almost hitting the wall when they both jumped off the bed at the sudden cries, losing a few seconds to get his bearings back.

Noah’s mouth is wide open and the most gut wrenching cries are leaving it, Buck wants to cry immediately, crowding Tommy as he picks up Noah from the bed and hug him to his chest, asking Noah what is going on, knowing well that their boy can’t answer it but still trying either way, lizard brain taking over.

Under the bedroom light that Tommy turned on when he barged in seconds before, Buck can see Noah’s face turning red from his screaming and his heart breaks, and if the look on Tommy’s face is any indication, so does his husband’s.

“Does he need changing?” asks Buck.

Tommy pulls the boy up a little as he lowers his head, trying to get a sense of the situation in Noah’s pajamas with his nose.

“I don’t think he needs to, but we can try that. Can you make him a bottle?” Tommy asks, looking briefly at Buck before walking toward the changing table and working on unbuttoning the frankly too complicated onesie they put on Noah before bed. Damn Tommy’s rich friends who sent them a batch of luxury onesies that are too cute not to put on their boy, but which have always too many buttons and too much fabric.

He walks toward the table and kisses the little foot that moves around while Noah keeps screaming and squirming under Tommy’s hands.

“Gonna get you some food, okay baby?” he whispers before leaving the room and speed walking toward the kitchen where he takes a bottle from the sanitizer where they keep them and starts working on a bottle for Noah.

Tommy appears in the kitchen with a whimpering Noah in his arms, in a new and simpler onesie.

“His diaper was empty, so it wasn’t that. I checked his temperature, and he was at 100.8 but I’m not sure if it’s a fever or just because he was warm in his bed. I’ll check again in a few minutes.”

Buck grimaces a little. It would have been too simple if it were just because Noah felt uncomfortable and nods at the information about the temperature. It would be a mild fever if it’s indeed Noah’s temperature, but he knows how warm the boy feels when he sleeps for hours, like a warm croissant slowly baking in his crib.

He puts some water to heat and drops his baking thermometer in it while Tommy walks around the kitchen, bouncing Noah on his hip as the boy whimpers and grumbles.

It takes a two minutes for the thermometer to beep once the water reach the temperature he wanted, and with quick movements he gets the formula in the water and start shaking it to mix it before placing it under some cold water to cool it, doing a few temperature check on the inside of his arm before giving the bottle to Tommy once he’s satisfied with it.

They all stand together as Tommy tries to feed the bottle to Noah, who at first accepts the nipple of the bottle in his mouth and takes a few sips before spitting it all out on Tommy’s chest with new tears welling up in his eyes.

“You should check his temperature again,” he says to Tommy, who nods before walking back toward Noah’s room, Buck following them like a duckling.

It only takes a few seconds this time for Tommy to undress him this time and a few more before the thermometer beeps.

“101.00,” says Tommy, frowning at the thermometer in his hand, his other hand still rubbing Noah’s stomach trying to comfort and soothe.

“Shit,” says Buck before grimacing when he remembers that they’re supposed to watch what they say around Noah.

“Should we call Hen?”

Buck nods before going back to their room to pick up his phone, trying to call Hen while Tommy whispers in Noah’s ear, too low for Buck to catch.

The call goes directly to voicemail, so does the second.

“Baby tylenol? It should lower the temperature,” he says to Tommy, who nods and goes toward the bathroom, the boy still whimpering in his arms.

He’s tapping on Hen’s contact again we finally realize the time, 3:07am. Hen would be asleep, of course.

Buck closes his eyes and takes a big breath in before releasing it, trying to center himself again. They’re both first responders, not just parents. Being worried about fever is normal, but they can’t panic when they have to take care of their boy.

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Franchaela being wardens (the foster parents of that time) to John II and Janet II, let's say as nephews of Queen Charlotte in the Regency era could be a possible option for Queen Charlotte to be close to the Bridgertons and to Francesca in particular after she rejected the offer of marrying Lord Samadani.

Also, that way Franchaela could be together without problem being aided by the Queen if Michaela is a spy for the Crown as I had suggested before.

And if in the end Kilmartin goes back to the crown, Franchaela is immortalized in history as a great aid for the Queen and that they were honored by the royal court and the next heir: one of the illegitimate grandchildren of QC is grateful towards Franchaela.

[annaspankinglarson]

[fosterwhat]

I went up the chain to try to figure out why I still haven’t been reopened for foster care.

I got some half-answers, which is better than no answer and pretty typical of foster care.

Apparently I have to be approved by licensing again. And licensing for my area is supposed to have 5 social workers — 3 recently quit so they are down to 2 workers trying to license the whole district, which is insane.

I was licensed for close to 10 years and closed for 4 months, so the fact that I have to go through licensing again seems a little wasteful. I pre-did all the updated paperwork (they haven’t even requested it yet) and sent it over a month ago. They literally just need to send someone to look at my home.

The fact that they have only 2 social workers licensing our district….

They are having kids sleep in the office, drive all the way across the state (and back again the next day), and more.

I have friends who are over capacity and struggling and being begged to take even more kids and it may honestly be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, foster care wise. They’re going to lose good homes.

They should be prioritizing licensing!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

A foster dad tried to keep his son from running off and becoming an adventurer by getting him into his hobby of wildlife photography.