Hey Omni! After Seeing Your Content And You Mentioning Owen In Physiotherapy.

Words cannot describe how much I adore this drabble!

Mama Shaw comparing Lukard’s compatibility to Rattie and Rowen, Owen defending his boyfriend’s honor with “he’s funny”, Letty being the only one in the crew who’s acceptable, the crew being absolutely hopeless, Mama Shaw nagging about her kids needing more training, Deckard being the only one of his siblings who’s still sharp, Owen whining, Owen and Hattie protecting their lovable yet vulnerable partners, THE REALIZATION THAT THE SHAW SIBS HAVE GONE SOFT BECAUSE OF THE TORETTO CREW AND THEIR PARTNERS!!!

Asdfghjkl I love this so much! Thank you Omni! 💞💞💞

Hello again Omni! And happy Friday! I got an idea: what if Mama Shaw tagged along on a Nobody mission? Imagine: her critiquing everything her kids do, complaining about the team, and judging her children's partners.

Hello again friend! Sorry for the later response, I had to plan out some lesson plans with my teaching group

This is such a fun idea!! Mama Shaw would be her kids' ultimate critic!

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Narrowing her eyes, Queenie Shaw watched from above as Toretto's crew worked to take down the small army of goons that were trying to keep them from their chosen target

The man was an international hacker who had fled the country when he stole top secret information

Mixed in the crowd, she could see her three children all fighting

Owen looked far too gleeful as he kept goons away from his little boyfriend, Pearce. Owen fought off the men and women with abandon as Pearce tried to throw a punch or two at the people who rarely got through Owen's guard

Meanwhile, Hattie was off in the corner, protecting Ramsey as she had a hacking battle with their target. She seemed full immersed in her computer battle while Hattie never once left her side

But it was Deckard and Luke at the center of the fighting that caught Queenie's eye

The two men worked off each other spectacularly

Back to back, they protected each other and traded weapons when needed. It was almost as if they were reading each other's minds as they went through enemy after enemy

Queenie was immensely proud of her children, but they would need improvements. They had all seemed to become a bit sloppy when fighting

She would need to have have train properly with a master she chose

Viewing the crew they were fighting alongside of, Queenie could see why they were getting sloppy

None or Toretto's crew knew how to fight. Even though Ortiz had obvious training, it was a mix of different arts. Maybe she could convince the younger woman to join her children's training

But the rest of the crew was hopeless in Queenie's eyes

Why her children even stuck with the crew was beyond her comprehension

Shaking her head, Queenie left them to their fight. She needed a strong cuppa

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"Mum, we don't need more training!" Owen whined

They were back at Nowhere, sitting across their mother in a room she had commandeered. None of Nobody's agents had gone against the Shaw matriarch

"With what I saw today, you need it." She said firmly

Deckard sighed

He thought they were past their mother managing them

"We're fine mum." He tried to convince her

"You are still on top of your game, Dex, but your siblings need a refresher. And you know they won't learn if you're not there."

"Oi!" Hattie hissed. "My fighting skills are perfectly fine!"

"Trust me, you need more." Queenie sniffed and then pointed her cup at both Owen and Hattie. "And we need to discuss your partners."

"What?" Owen's voice dropped dangerously

"Don't you start." Queenie warned. "Hatts, your Ramsey is a smart tart, but she needs to learn how to protect herself while hacking. You can do it, so can she. And Oh. Why are you with that bloke? Hes more bark than bite!"

"He's funny." Owen mumbled, not wanting to admit anything about Roman's fighting style

"Jokes aren't going to save his hide in a fight. You should be with someone who can have you back, like Hobbs has Dex's."

Deckard glanced over at Owen and could visibly see his little brother's anger boiling over

Sighing once again, Deckard stood to make more tea

They would need it

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I hope you enjoyed friend!

@omnivorousshipper As you can see, pancakes are circular fluffy disks of delicious buttery goodness, not bowls of syrup! 🥞🥞🥞 These pancakes are fit to feed a Hobbs!

Songs I associate with Hobbs and Shaw + others

1. Shobbs– West Coast by Imagine Dragons

2. Shobbs– All of Me by John Legend

3. Shobbs– Born to be yours by Kygo and Imagine Dragons

4. Shobbs– Someone to You by Banners

5. Shaw siblings– You’re Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring

6. Shaw siblings– Play Dirty by Kevin McAllister

7. Shaw Siblings– Hey Brother by Avicii

8. Deckard Shaw– Anti Hero by Sekai no Owari

9. Deckard Shaw– I’m a Wanted Man by Royal Deluxe

10. Owen Shaw– Hey Look Ma, I made it by Panic! at the disco

11. Owen Shaw– Cuckoo by Adam Lambert

12. Hattie Shaw– Alpha by Little Destroyer

13. Hattie Shaw– Natural by Imagine Dragons

14. Luke Hobbs– Dog Days are Over by Florence + The Machine

15. Luke Hobbs– Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab

16. Brixton Lore– My Evil Plan to Save the World by Five Iron Frenzy 

17. The whole FF Series– Can’t Hold Us by Macklemore

18. The whole FF Series– Go!! by Flow

19. The whole FF Series– New Kings by Sleeping Wolf

20. The whole FF Series– Home by Machine Gun Kelly

If anyone has any songs they associate with these characters/ships from the FF series/HaS, then feel free to add on! I’d love to see what everyone else thinks 

“At some point, we all have to choose between what the world wants you to be and who you are. I made my choice. I’m done running.”

One last prompt! How about Dad Shaw being the narcissistic, manipulative, abusive bastard he is, trying to pit the siblings against each other? But unbeknownst to him, he actually brings them closer together. Thanks Omni! You’re amazing! 😘

Aww! Thank you friend! And omg! You just have to give me some angst don't you 😭 Dad Shaw is always the perfect villain to the Sibs

Warning: depiction of child abuse, slapping, bruising, small amounts of blood, forcing children to fight each other

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"Again!"

Deckard tried to hide his flinch as their father's voice echoed harshly off the stone walls. He was forced to sit in his knees while he watched his siblings spar in front of him

The basement of their home was freezing, the few bare light bulbs barely lighting the space up. Instead, they casted horrible shadows on his younger siblings and showed off just how exhausted they were

There were no clocks or windows down there, so Deckard had no idea how long they had been going at it. Their father had barked at all of them to head downstairs for training after breakfast. They hadn't taken a break since

Deckard tried to ask, and then begged, their father to allow him to go fetch some water for his siblings, but received a stinging slap instead.

Now, he was forced to sit on the cold floor and watch as his siblings fought one another

They were covered in bruises and a few cuts from where they had landed on the stone floor. There was no padding on the floor to soften their falls and Deckard's heart clenched each time he saw them fall

One of Owen's eyes was swollen from Hattie had kicked him, but it didn't stop him from fighting. Especially not when Hattie had tried to comfort him when she had kicked him. Their father had instead screamed at her and dragged her back by her hair

Owen hadn't hesitated to stand up and tell him to let her go so they could continue sparring

But now, they were both panting and Deckard could tell Hattie was favoring her left side. He suspected that she had twisted her ankle after a particularly bad fall

But, the only thing Deckard could do was sit there, his fingers digging into his thighs and leaving creasant marks in his skin. He wanted so badly to stop this training and let his siblings rest

Never again did he want to see them beating each other until exhaustion

He watched as this next fight continued and Owen was able to sweep a leg out from Hattie, no doubt using her injury to his advantage

Their father always knew when one of them was going easy on the others. It often resulted in their father bringing out his belt

Hattie landed with a cut off sob, tears running down her cheeks as she looks over her hands. Deckard can see that their skinned and blood coats her palms. He has to stiffle the urge to rush her upstairs and clean out the wounds

"Pathetic!" Their father snaps. "How are you supposed to be my child? Can't even defend yourself!"

"Father, I-" She desperately pleads

"No! I knew the second you were brought home you weren't my child! Your mother is a lying whore! No child of mine would be this weak."

Deckard bites down on a growl. Hattie is his sister and their father's daughter. Their father had gotten several blood tests done showing it, but he never accepted the truth

Several more tears trail down Hattie's face as she sobs harder. Her breath is coming too fast and she looks over at Deckard for help

"Father, if she rests, she'll be in better condition tomorrow to train." Deckard says, but keeps his head bowed so not to meet the man's eyes

"If she's no good today, she won't be any better tomorrow!" His snaps

"She was good when we started." Owen hissed and clenched his fists tightly. His own knuckles were bruised horribly

"Did I ask you, boy?!"

Deckard nearly leapt to his feet as their father advanced on Owen and slapped him, causing him to sprawl on the floor

"All three of you are pathetic!" He spat. "Never obey any order I give you! For that, you can all rot down here!"

Not daring to move a muscle, Deckard watches as their father storms out of the basement and up the stairs. He can hear the door slam and lock behind him

In a blink of an eye, Deckard's by Owen's side and inspecting the damage done to his face. He can see Owen's refusing to let out any sort of noise of pain, biting his lip harshly. Next to them, Hattie is still sobbing as she crawls over to them

Without even thinking, Deckard is pulling Hattie into his lap and Owen into his side. They both clutch at him, Hattie whimpering and Owen soaking his shoulder

Deckard wants to reassure them and give them words of comfort, but he knows there's nothing to say

Their father will never love them again, and will continue to treat them this way. And Deckard knows that there's no way to stop him. All he can do is hold his siblings tighter against him

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I hope you enjoyed friend!

Teenage Kimiko identifying with they/them pronouns? 😊

Yessssssss

I hadn't even thought of Kimiko being nonbinary but it fits so well!!

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Sighing, Kimiko frowned and passed a hand through their now much shorter hair. Instead of the long, straight hair they had since childhood, they now had short, shaggy hair

Maybe not the best hairstyle, but Kimiko hadn't been going for that. Just anything to help them feel more comfortable in their skin

With their long hair gone, they didn't look like a girl as much as they had. Now, they could definitely see more of their father's features in their face

But the issue was, Kimiko hadn't asked their dad or Roman to take them to get their hair cut

Instead, they had asked a friend to go with them as it was almost all cut off

Nervously, Kimiko looked at themself in a small, portable mirror. Their dads shouldn't get too upset with them

Or at least, that's what they were hoping

Putting the mirror away, Kimiko finally entered their apartment building and took the elevator up to Roman's penthouse

Opening the door, Kimiko was greeted by the sound of the TV going. Fidgeting, Kimiko took a breath and closed the door

"Hey, da!" They called out. "I'm home!"

"Welcome back!" He called back. "Wanna watch with me?"

"Sure."

Straightening their back, Kimiko walked into the living room and smiled at how their dad was lounging on the couch

His small goatee had spots of grey in it, along with his roots in his much longer hair. He looked away from the TV and flashed Kimiko a smile

"Our team is winning so far."

Smiling back shyly, Kimiko walked up

"Good to hear it. They've been doing good this season."

With only a small amount of hesitation, Kimiko sat down and cuddled into their dad. Who brought a hand up to stroke their hair

"Any shorter and I would think you signed up for the army." He chuckled

Biting their lip, Kimiko glanced up at him

"Do you not like it?"

"It suits you." He smiled and then looked thoughtful. "But it'll be hard to braid. I remember that being annoying for me when I cut my hair short."

"Really?" Kimiko looked at him closely

"Mmhm. I always loved having my hair braided by Uncle Deck as a kid. But it was nice getting it cut, too. Made me feel more comfortable with who I was."

Kimiko blinked at him in surprise, but felt a smile nearly split their face in half

They shouldn't have even bothered being worried about their dad being upset

He was just like them after all

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I hope you enjoyed friend!

Shaw Siblings: Sugar, Sugar

Hi guys! Happy Easter if you celebrate! I don’t personally celebrate but I thought it would be fun to write this fic up for. I usually do what the sibs are doing in this fic the day after, which is getting all the chocolate I can the day after Easter!

@marvelwonderwitch I hope you enjoy the Shaw Sibling antics!

Summary: The Shaw siblings have been planning this heist for over a year, and they’re sure they’ll be able to get the biggest score of their lives

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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

De Aged Fic Part 8

Part 7

About two months ago, Deckard had gotten a call from Madam M, telling him Owen had been up to something. He had finally succeeded in getting one of M's girls to join his crew and M wasn't happy about it at all

She had already hated Owen's guts before this, so it didn't shock Deckard that the only reason Owen was even alive at the moment was because M didn't want Deckard killing her

However, he took her warning and was trying to keep at least close to where Owen was. Just in case the little bastard's plan did go tits up

Now, lounging in one of his mother's luxury suites, Deckard received another phone call. He had been expecting it to be someone telling him Owen was either hurt, or Owen himself crowing about a job well done

But, instead, it was a voice he hadn't heard in years

"Deck?"

He had gone stiff as a board, fingers almost losing the grip on his phone. It had taken him only a moment to recover, but to him it felt like an eternity

"Hatts?" Deckard choked out. But before she could respond, new panic swept through him. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you in trouble?"

He knew he shouldn't be asking her, especially after how clear she had made it that she didn't want any contact from him

"I'm fine." She said softly. "But it's Owen..."

His worse fears seemed to be coming true as Hattie sighed deeply

"He's... well, he's not like he is normally."

"What do you mean?" Deckard was perplexed

"I'm not sure how to describe it. I think it'd be better if you talked to him."

"All right."

After a few moments, Deckard could hear two voices faintly before:

"Deck!"

Flinching away from his phone, Deckard hadn't been expecting a young child's voice to practically scream in his ear

"Deck, are you big too? Hatts is really, really tall! Am I going to be tall? That's what she said, but I don't believe her, she lied about my toy yesterday, after all. Where are you? Can you come make me something to eat?"

Blinking rapidly, Deckard didn't know how to respond. If he wasn't mistaken, that sounded just like Owen when he was little. But that couldn't be possible

"Oh, give me the phone." Hattie's voice was faint

"No! I wanna talk to Deck! You got your turn!"

"Owen! Give me the bloody phone!"

"No!"

"Oh," Deckard called out softly. "Let me talk to Hatts, ok? We need to talk so I can come see you?"

"Fine." Owen mumbled, and Deckard could only imagine the pout on the boy's face

"Little brat!" Hattie hissed into the phone. "I don't remember him being this horrible!"

"Mostly because you weren't the one dealing with it." Deckard said lightly

"I wasn't that bad, was I?"

"No," Deckard smiled. "You were worse sometimes."

"I was not!"

"If you say so." He chuckled, but quickly sobered. "So, this is really happening?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I don't know how, but it is. He called me earlier and I found him at home. Says he was picked up by some people, most likely cops, but got away."

Deckard nodded and thought for a second

"Why did you call me?" He asked gently

"Because I've already had to deal with him for a few hours, and I'm sick of him." She huffed

"And I dealt with him for all of his life. Your point?" He drawled

"I can't take care of a kid, Deck. Let alone Owen."

"Are you sure you want me there?"

The question hung between them for a minute, and Deckard could feel the tension building inside him. He desperately wanted to see him little brother and sister

"If you can help me figure out how to change him back."

Ignoring the relief flooding through him, Deckard started to plan

"I can be there in about an hour. Does he need anything? Clothes, food, entertainment?"

"Sleeping pills."

"We're not drugging our brother, Hatts."

"Fine. You get him to sleep then."

With that, Hattie hung up. Good thing Deckard knew where she lived

The most beautiful art I have ever seen! ❤️❤️❤️

Collection of all of my sapphic couples in traditional costumes around the world sketches (will continue to add more !)