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✮ Pussycat Dolls - When I Grow Up (2008) ✮
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I just watched Matilda (2022) and have feels
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Nicole Scherzinger on the set of When I Grow Up (2008)
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Garbage - When I Grow Up
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(2009)
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sasukimimochi · 9 months
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Time setting: Shortly after LWJ’s gift of earrings in GOM. [Small playlist for this ficlet] - WC – 1052
No warnings, its very soft. Enjoy! ❤
.✦When I Grow Up - Ghost of Mine short
Wei Wuxian smiled as he carried Wen Yuan to bed, sighing as he tucked him into his covers. “My little radish…you can’t go running around at night, the spirits are active at this hour.”
Wen Yuan pouted and shook his head, continuing to hold onto the cultivator’s neck so he couldn’t be put to bed properly.
“What’s this?” Wei Wuxian laughed softly and pulled his arms away, looking at the boy with tired eyes as he distracted his little hands with his fingers. “Little radishes need to sleep, or how else will they grow up big and strong? There’s no sun at night, and i can’t plant you this late.”
Wen Yuan looked conflicted as he squeezed the other’s fingers. “A-Yuan… missed you.”
Wei Wuxian hesitated and his shoulders softened, a warm edge to his eyes. “Xian-Gege missed you too. But you have to rest, otherwise how will you be able to see the sunrise with me?”
“Xian-Gege never wakes up at sunrise.”
Wei Wuxian laughed and gently bopped the boy on the nose with his index finger. “Ah, my little radish is too smart to trick with promises of the sunrise, huh?” He gently pet the blanket over the boy, making sure he was snug. “Isn’t it nicer to enjoy the sunset with Qing-Jie, or your Ning-gege? They love you too. And are actually awake at that hour.”
“But…wanna be with Xian-gege.” Wen Yuan held the other’s hand, holding it to his face so he could hug it.
Wei Wuxian melted, letting out a quiet sigh. “I’ll be here. I won’t get up after you fall asleep.” 
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Wen Yuan smiled and hugged the others face as Wei Wuxian leaned down, not letting him move away. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but to laugh, gently pulling his arms away again after a brief hug in return. “What can i do to convince you to sleep sooner?”
“Lullaby.” Wen Yuan beamed as if in victory, and Wei Wuxian smiled warmly in response. 
“Alright.”
Wei Wuxian hummed quietly tones he remembered from that nostalgic sound, memories of something warm that swirled and fluttered in his stomach. he let the child fiddle with his fingers as he soothed the boy, his eyes crinkling subtly when the boy reached up to admire one of the hanging red jewels from his ears.
He shook his head slightly, the resentful energy making the little opals glow red and shimmer in the low light. He smiled as the little boy’s eyes widened in awe, little flecks of red fractals shimmering around the little boys fingers. 
“A-Yuan wants to have one too…”
Wei Wuxian paused in his melody and sighed, “When you get a bit bigger. You could catch them on something when you go play at this age.”
Wen Yuan squirmed out of the covers to hug the man’s face again, and he couldn’t help but giggle when Wei Wuxian blew a raspberry on his tummy.
“Plus Qing-Jie has scary needles to pierce with, you need to mentally prepare for such barbarity,” He teased, kissing the boy’s cheek before laying him back down. “Now come on, you promised to sleep in exchange for a lullaby-” He paused as the boy tugged on his sleeve.
“Xian-gege?”
Wei Wuxian closed his eyes briefly and sighed, but came back with a smile again. “What is it, little radish?”
“I wanna grow up to be like you…”
Wei Wuxian hesitated, smile faltering for a moment. “Like me? Not like…someone else in your actual family?”
Wen Yuan shook his head, “I wanna grow up to be like you.” He smiled widely, hugging his covers. “You saved us, you never treated us bad, and you protect us! I love Xian-gege!” He paused, blinking as little drops fell on his cheeks. “Xian-gege?”
Wei Wuxian swallowed and sniffed quietly, hurrying to wipe his eyes. “Ah I'm alright, little radish.” He smiled again, even if it looked a little more red and damp. “You just remind me of the good in the world.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss the little boy’s head. “Xian-gege loves you, too. You can grow up and be whoever you want to be…my mother once told me something that i think would be good for you to remember as well.”
Wen Yuan perked up and nodded, holding onto the man’s fingers as he placed his hand over his little body.
“This world is a big, scary place. But it’s also the opposite.” He gently tucked the other in a little more. “It has so much love to give, and it's so much better to continue to put more good into this world instead of dwelling on whether you are even with another. You shouldn’t think about whether you owe them kindness.” Wei Wuxian spoke softly, “It took me many years to figure out what this meant as i grew older, but it stuck with me for my entire lifetime.”
“I’ll be the nicest!” Wen Yuan smiled, and a pang of familiarity bloomed in his chest. “I’ll be the nicest, and make Xian-Gege happy!” 
Wei Wuxian laughed softly, warmth and ache bringing a little smile to his face. “How could you make me any happier?” He gently rubbed their noses together and hummed quietly, “I might have to get you mung bean cakes tomorrow to celebrate.” He whispered, hearing a little gasp from the boy.
“Promise?!”
“Promise. If you sleep.” He laughed softly as the boy hurried to cuddle into his blankets, closing his eyes and once again humming that familiar melody, but imagining the warmth of a sun through the green canopy of leaves. The sound of laughter and his mother’s voice with that gentle, summer breeze.
He loved being alive. He could remember that.
He loved the little joys of life. The times where there were no worries were beloved, but he had many little joys still in moments like this.
He hoped, at least, that he could pass on a little bit of that joy.
He certainly felt something as he watched the boy drift to sleep, gently caressing his thumb on the other’s little, rosy cheek.
With each note, this song imbued his loves and hopes.
Being alive was a joy.
Being loved was a joy.
He loved this world, despite its shortcomings.
He wanted to remember this feeling.
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I wrote bonuses the last two weeks if you missed it for between GOM 22 & 23 called "Softer than Clouds" and "Springtime in Gusu" for my Bunny hybrid AU "Sun's Out, Buns Out!" (mainly a gift to a friend tho). I hope it helps you guys hold out for the end of all this sadness. Also if you missed it, make sure you go read the chapter 24 update!
Check out more art of this/other MDZS Projects on my masterpost!  ❤
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Was talking to my boyfriend the other day, about how, when I was little and someone asked me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I'd answer "A librarian."
Really, I wanted to be an author, but I thought that librarians wrote all of the books that were in the library. I thought it would be so cool to own my own library full of everything that I had ever written, to share with the public FOR FREE, for only the joy of knowing my stories were being read.
Along the way, I'd hire more "librarians" who could put their works on the shelves, and we would all work together to recommend each other's books to our readers.
And honestly? That sounds like a nice concept, in theory :)
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markonpark · 4 months
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When I grow up! Vintage snapshot photo of a boy looking up to a lifeguard in his stand. https://markonpark.etsy.com/listing/1552974637
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three-red-horns · 3 months
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When I grow up...
When I grow up, I want to be an Arctic Monkey and write lyrics like that:
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots, babe I just wanna be yours
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plexxaglass · 1 year
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Not me sobbing during When I Grow Up in Matilda because we really do think being an adult is going to be so different when you’re a little kid and then you actually become an adult and due to circumstances beyond your control you have to do so many things that you don’t want to do or break your spirit or cause you pain but you just have to keep going but also why why why is it this way and why why why can’t being an adult be as wondrous as we think it will be when we’re kids I just I just I
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broadway-nepeta · 1 year
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[S] Meowbeast dolls: Mop the floor with the competition
@broadway-jane @broadway-roxy @broadway-rose @broadway-vriska @broadwayaradia
:33< SUCK IT KARKITTY! @broadway-karkat
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Matilda (2022)
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leighsartworks216 · 1 year
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edithshead · 11 months
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Anna Juvander by David Sims styled by Karl Templer WSJ. Magazine,Spring 2023
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