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jasperyourmutt ¡ 2 months ago
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Therapy working so well that everytime I think something bad about myself I just see my therapist wagging her finger saying “nuh uh uh”
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hearts-hunger ¡ 2 years ago
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That’s just the power of Joshua M. Kiszka! He contains multitudes.
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HILLARY I ASKED YOU TO BE GENTLE
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wilwheaton ¡ 4 months ago
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Vance has, in large part, good timing to thank for his rapid ascension. His memoir “Hillbilly Elegy,” telling of his upbringing in downtrodden and depressed red, rural America, was published in June 2016 and enjoyed widespread popularity. Vance was quickly tapped as a translator of sorts, decoding the mysterious Trump supporter for the cable news set. Back then, he wasn’t so high on his future running mate. “I realize that, you know, the media has sort of asked me to be this spokesman for the white working class voter who’s voting for Trump, right,” he told Charlie Rose in October 2016. “But as somebody who doesn’t like Trump, myself, I sort of — I understand where Trump’s voters come from, but I also don’t like Trump himself and that made me realize that maybe I’m not quite part of either world totally.” He’d also mused that he might vote for Hillary Clinton to NPR, and texted a friend: “I go back and forth between thinking Trump might be a cynical asshole like Nixon who wouldn’t be that bad (and might even prove useful) or that he might be America’s Hitler.” Political expediency, though, appears to have quickly changed his calculus.
Vance Scores Vice Presidential Nod In Exchange For Total MAGA Capitulation
Presuming America survives this year and this election, there will be fascinating histories written in the next couple of decades about how and why millions of people fell in love with America’s Hitler. Maybe then, America’s ruling class will finish Reconstruction.
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dazaiandhislovelybandages ¡ 2 months ago
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Can I request Ghost being a little spoon despite his s/o being much shorter and smaller than him please?
Little Spoon {Simon "Ghost" Riley}
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A/n: thank you so much for requesting, I hope you like this
Pairing: Simon Riley x reader
Trigger Warnings: mentions of Simon's trauma,
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If he could help it, the situation he was in right now didn't happen often. It wasn't that he didn't like it but if he were to be honest with himself, Simon was still trying to come to terms with his needs and desires in general. He had raised himself to be this rock of a person with close to zero if not zero feelings and now that you were together he was finding it hard to accept that this was all he was becase the feelings he had for you were not even close to zero.
But fuck it, you could make his mind shut and his thoughts stop and damn him if he didn't find you adorable with how you looked at his hair, playing with it while he laid his head on your chest. He found it hillarious. The height difference, the size difference, everything to be precise.
"You should throw away all of your hair products Si." You said in the softest voice. You hadn't done it on purpose, it had naturally came out that way and Simon could feel his heart melting. "It's not like you have much."
"It gets the job done," he referred to the shampoo, the only hair product he used.
"Your hair is... rough so I don't think it does." He would have responded but the way your toes wiggled against his knees sent butterflies to his stomach.
"Do whatever you want, as long as I have clean hair." He murmured and shifted so his face was burried in your chest. He loved it. He loved every second of it. He loved how he felt safe in your arms and how nice it was to feel safe and protected even though realistically speaking the only thing your small frame could protect him from was the mosquitos.
And maybe it was the warmth of the blanket, or the peace and quiet of your bedroom or your heartbeat that had him close his eyes. He didn't even stop himself to think about how it was only four in the afternoon and that if he slept now, he would most probably have a tough time sleeping at night. No, Simon couldn't give a fuck, he only snuggled closer against you, practically mimicking the way you snuggled up against him whenever he was the big spoon, and allowed himself to fall asleep.
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halloweenorangesoda ¡ 4 months ago
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OH MY GOD YOUR MIND
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@halloweenorangesoda's drawing from the other day made me lose my shit, i had to make a followup as soon as i could
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watermelonlovershigh ¡ 1 year ago
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Apologies and Giggles (SMUT) /concept/
AN: just another scene that kept playing in my head so i wrote it out. it's a little silly piece with a loving touch. enjoy.
This story contains: sex, giggles, apologies, mentions of ass play, kinda angsty?, harry being as sweet as ever
{ boyfriend!harry - softrry - current harry era }
word count- 389
During sex you accidently touch Harry's bum hole to which Harry finds hillarious but you get embarrassed and apologize.
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"Baby, if you wanted to play with my ass you could have just told me." Harry says through giggles with his face in your warm neck.
See, you'd had your hands gripped on both sides of Harry's butt cheeks as he thrusted into you. But from his aggressive movements your fingers slipped between his crack and accidently touched his tight hole. After the initial shock of the touch, Harry fell forward and couldn't stop laughing.
"Har, I..... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too, my hand just slipped." you try to apologize.
Hearing that you're not on the same page in this situation, Harry finishes his last giggle before sitting up, still inside you might I add.
"Y/N, love, why are you apologizing for? You've literally ate my ass before. You know I'm all for a little bum play." Harry says to consul your worried mind. He honestly didn't care one bit, even if it was only an accident.
Looking up to make the first eye contact since the accident occured, you rebuttal, "Yeah but it startled you. Like I should have asked to touch you there first and I didn't."
Harry leans back down so you're chest to chest again and speaks softly in your right ear, "Baby, we-are-havin' sex. We know each other's limits and do's and don'ts. As far as I know, I've never gave you a rule to not touch certain parts of me. I'm all yours. Whatever you wanna do or touch, I'm here for it. You don't have to ask. Just do what you know would make me feel good and I'll do the same to you, alright. And it only startled me because I just wasn't expecting it, didn't mean I didn't like it."
Very quietly, you mutter, "Okay, thank you for being so kind. Now can you start moving again because before I accidently touched your ass hole you were about to make me come."
Giggling again, Harry answers, "Yeah, want me to keep fuckin' you baby? Make you come?" You only nod your head and he continues, "Course I'll make you come, m'love. But like, can you do that thing with your fingers where you reach behind me and like, touch my bum hole." Now he's only mocking the incident.
You catch on to the giggles and gasp, "Harry!"
(PLEASE REBLOG BECAUSE WRITING IS NOT EASY AND IT'S FREE SO JUST DO IT)
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batboyblog ¡ 4 months ago
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Hi, idk if you're a Mdni page or not, but I'm really scared. I'm 15f, I live in a mostly red state, I've grown up here, and everyone I know is voting red. I was previously in the middle, I didn't care either way who won. I'm terrified of the election after reading about everything the Republican candidate did and plans to do. I wanna know if there's anything I could do to help prevent Trump from winning the election? I have a younger sister, and I don't want her to have to live in a country where her rights are being stripped from her. I just wanna know how to help. Thank you for reading and feel free to delete if I broke a boundary.
for the record I don't mind anyone sending me an ask, everyone is welcome to interact respectfully.
that out of the way, I remember working for Hillary in the 2016 election (by my math you would have been 7?) and our intern was your age and he was... he was everything he was so dryly sarcastic, smart, unflappable, could do anything, he kept us sane and he saved our asses with his can do (and tech skills) more times than I can count.
So to any teens out there who are not yet old enough to vote and think "oh there's nothing I can do" in 2016 we won a Senate race by 1,000 votes, which 100% was the doors we knocked and the voters we talked to out of our office, a 16 year old intern working his ass off saved Obamacare in 2017, not a word of a lie, you can make a difference as an intern or volunteer
Now, from the tone of what you're saying it sounds like your parents would into that, idk if you're parents are the kind of people who let you explore your own thing, or the kind of people who just wouldn't notice, or if they're the kind who would seriously object to you volunteering for the Democrats or progressive groups.
A lot of people assume because they live in Red States or Blue states they don't matter, but for example there are key Senate races this year in Texas, Montana, Ohio, and Florida (Red) and Maryland (Blue) Alaska is a traditionally red state but its one and only Congressperson is a Democrat who will run a very close race to get re-elected again this year. So where ever you live there is a key race, even if it's local. And lots of chances to call voters or send them postcards in swing states
Any ways everyone check out ways to Volunteer Run for Something also supports younger local candidates so if you live somewhere very red or very blue it can be helpful to find locals running for school board or city Council
now for you personally young person, and everyone else, have real and serious conversations with people in your life about this stuff, I can not TELL you how often I knock on someone's door and we talk politics and they tell me "oh well I'm a Democrat, but everyone around here is really a Republican" but like I just talked to 4 other people who were Democrats in their neighborhood, they just saw one Trump sign and gassed themselves up about it. People are often much more swingable than you think, feel everyone out, if there's an adult in your life thats convincible, work on them find out what they care about and bring them facts, be claim and reasonable and work on them. Each of us doing one on one work with people who know us is WAY! more impactful than any TV ad a campaign can buy.
finally if your parents won't let you volunteer for Dems, reach out to the League of Woman Voters, they're not partisan, so they're not Dems or Republicans, they believe in voting. When I was in High School I organized a voter registration drive in my school at lunch time, thats a great thing to do, call your county/town clerk's office and talk to your school, get a social studies teacher involved they love that shit, young people are much more likely to be Democrats so just registering them is helpful.
best of luck, in the words of Hitchhiker's Guide, Don't Panic.
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tapakah0 ¡ 1 year ago
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PING !!!!!!!! (Let me introduce you to my unannounced AU, Mikey is pushed through the portal end)
OH MY GOD AHHAGEHAHGEGHGHAGHDHAGHGDAGAHGDA I WANT TO READ IT IT'S HILLARIOUS MIKEY WOULD SWEAR AAGDHAHGDWHGWH OH MY GOD AHAGHAGHAGAHG I LOVE IT
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PONG!!!! No, sorry, it won't hit so much through the laugh XDDDDDDDDDD You made me go through the hell so much that I even started drawing just environment, that's rare XDDD Okay, pppfffffth, yes, that's all, our war is ended XDDDDD Oh my god, my brain almost died, Sara, thank you!!! I will never repeat it again against you (no more ping pong in my life), you are monster!!!!
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pine-rhyme ¡ 2 months ago
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Pine I’m going insane please clear something up about tlt
I keep seeing art of two(?) v similar looking people, one with short hair and another with pigtails and I’ve seen both being referred to as Harrow or Nona or similar. I thought they were the same person (with Nona being a nickname of Harrowharks family name) but I saw some art that’d imply they’re two different people???
I always interpreted it as ‘Nona is what Harrow would be without the Horrors’ since she’s v cheerful. Like a sort of collective fandom oc. But now I think that’s wrong. Pls advise T^T
(Also hiiiiiiii hope you’re having a nice day ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́) )
OMG THANK YOU I AM SO GLAD I GET TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU BECAUSE THIS IS GENUIENLY MY FAVOURITE THING OUT OF THIS SERIES!!!!!
That and the wild contrast between Harrowhark and Nona makes me giggle maniacally every time.
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Here is some sketchy art and rambling under the cut because I LOVE LOVE LOVE NONA!!!! And by extension the book she stars in!
Nona is a real character! But very well pointed that her name derives from Harrow's NONAgesimus! She is the narrator and main lady of the 3rd book (Nona the Ninth :DDD).
The thing about Harrow and Nona is that yes! They share the same body! Harrow is such a haunted character that it is already ridiculous how many other ghosts could take over her body if she falls unconscious (which already happened a few times and ngl it was very sexy).
But this time, in Nona's case it is unclear if it is one of her many ghosts piloting her body or if it is really Harrow whose trauma caught up with her and got her brain reset (you already know it wouldn't be her first rodeo given that she already has had the lobotomy experience :)) but the thing is, Nona can't remember a thing from before she got saved by Harrow's... friends? Acquaintances? People that owned her a favour?
The beautiful thing is that you have this vulnerable person, who doesn't know anything about herself is getting taken care of by these people that? Genuinely cared about the old Harrow? And are actively trying to figure out who Nona actually is. And how she can be helped. All we know is that Nona is uncharacteristically kind and sweet-natured for the tlt world :)))
She is deeply aware that she is unlikely to survive for much longer and experiences everything around her with a deep sense of wonder. She has only been alive for 6 months and it was a gift. The world is slowly crumbling around her and her body is slowly dying but she loves the people that take care of her nevertheless. She looks in the mirror and finds herself truly beautiful and she is openly grateful for the girl who let her borrow her body to experience this life. It is a bittersweet story and a very big tonal shift from the intense and alienating POV of the previous book (Harrow the Ninth), focusing more on the domesticity and closure nurtured in a wartorn refugee camp, between unlikely characters.
AND IT IS JUST HILLARIOUS to encounter characters with whom Harrow has been AT LEAST highly disagreeable, getting absolutely showered in affection by Nona. Nona herself being so full of love and admiration for everything and everyone she meets is just amazing when you remember that's HARROW'S body she's piloting. Harrow who is easily the most people-allergic character out of this whole series lmao. AND NONA IS WEARING HER HAIR LONG AND BRAIDED! AND PARADES AROUND IN THE MOST INSANE GRAPHIC T-SHIRTS. SHE WANTS TO DYE HER HAIR ELECTRIC BLUE LIKE HER CRUSH!
I absolutely love Nona she is my favourite character in this series. It is because of her that Harrow started to grow on me as well. It is just wonderful to find, after how distressed and alone Harrow is during the 2nd book, she has people that would go to such lengths to care for her, despite the fact that she lost her necromacy, genius and aptitudes, along with her memories and, in fact her body might be the only thing that remained out of her because, by the end, Nona might indeed be somebody else entirely.
More than that it is a story about a girl with no past and no future loving unconditionally and getting unconditionally loved in return by her friends and family. Even when it gets very complicated and twisted and at times you are forced to question what is everybody's hidden intentions or what is the meaning of it all. It is just as grim (and upsetting at times) as the rest of the series but having for once an optimistic pov (even tho it comes with her forcing herself to suppress her ugly feelings because her life is very short and she needs to enjoy everything while it lasts) feels almost like a fever dream.
"Life is too short and love is too long."
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(This is Nona with Pyrrha! Pyrrha loves Nona so much it makes me sick to my stomach and I could talk for hours on end about them. )
Thank you so much for this ask and for indulging me in my madness!!!!!!! MMMMWAH!
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thingsandstuffandfrogs ¡ 7 days ago
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The way i realised i was attracted to women is so fucking funny when I think about it. For context i started watching BBC Merlin when it aired in 2008, and i was very involved in the merlin fandom as a teenager. The year is 2011. I was 13 years old and had a blog on a norwegian blogging platform. And one random day in the summer of 2011 i decided to make a bloggpost. The bloggpost was just me writing about how much i loved morgana, and how gorgeous Katie mcGrath is. And if course i added a bunch of pictures of Katie McGrath as Morgana in the post. And since I was still in denial and norway was homophobic as fuck i ended the post with "but im not gay or anything". But then one of my online friends, another norwegian girl who was a few years older than me commented on the post (in a very loving way) "are you sure your not gay?" And i Just... fuck i think i might be.
And I Just think its hillarious. So thank you Morgana from Merlin and my online friend for helping me come to terms with being queer.
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zonzolik ¡ 10 months ago
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Fluffy Good Omens fanfiction masterlist
huge thanks to @heller04, @turquoisedata and @smoxensweetpea from Garden of Eden server for this list of super fluffy angst-free ineffable fanfics🥳
legend: one shot, shorter fic, longer fic, series, a f*cking saga
Temporary Tattoo by cyankelpie - Crowley's snake tattoo wandering around, a lot of people love this one
Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian - the title says it all and it's freaking hillarious
Put Out The Fire by Aleakim - a spell makes everyone fall in love with Aziraphale the moment they see him, except for Crowley, 'cause... you know
I Slithered Here From Eden by Cryptand_Bismol - "yeah, you probably should have kissed him sooner"
air conditioned, love unconditional by fractalgeometry - Aziraphale is a ceiling fan and Crowley is an air conditioner
where the lights burn low and you're only mine by hopelessromantic549 - they move into a cottage and Aziraphale is trying to be rational
Texts from an Unknown Number by GaryOldman - first of the Wrong Number AU series, human AU, Azi's text does not end up where he wanted it to
Family by Association by otherhawk - Warlock finding his nanny
snake time by RosePetalsAndRain - snake Crowley getting cozy in the bookshop
Getting a Wiggle On by Kedreeva - Crowley leaves Azi fake eggs to babysit...
is it that we are dying? by NeverNooitNiet - Aziraphale has to help a dying demon escape from a church in England, 1349 EDIT: put here by mistake, it's sad but with a happy ending!
Press My Petals To Your Heart by ranguvar82 - miscommunication queens talk with flowers
I want it to be an "us" by Mimisempai - first of the Ineffable Growing Love series, S2 fix-it
Fifty Ways to Kiss Your Partner by ICarryDeathOnMyWings - literally fifty types of kisses, how adorable is that, "Fluffy as heck, y'all."
Tangled Up by No1fan15 - just fluff I guess
The Duality of Grief and Forgiveness by SealandRocks - the others arrange a dinner so the ineffable idiots can finally talk
right in front of me by raphvfx - Azi and Crowley finding out about the Good Omens book
Scare me goodnight, my love by The_Rogue_Bard - Crowley being Aziraphale's sleep paralysis demon
The Coffee by Ghostofafruit - Crowley does not like Metatron's coffee
How to Woo a Demon by Bookwormgal - after Armegeddidn't Azi wants to admit his feelings but he just can't do it the normal way, can he
Starting A Trend by somethingscarlet13 - they wanna get married
In the bleak midwinter by HolRose - human AU, a rather confused middle aged bookseller bumps into a handsome red-haired man in black
Miracle me a house by IneffableDemon - After the Amrmageddidn't, the Almighty wants them to play house
Clear As Day by HopeCoppice - Crowley actually knowing Azi's filing system (not a good thing)
Let It Snow by inffablenerd - stuck in the bookshop because of a snowstorm
This Strange Sweetness by KannaOphelia - they admit they're a couple, also there's a pear
Find Out How Much Love The World Can Hold by ineffablefool - Azi starts saying "I love you" at the end of phone calls
The Whole Truth by Aethelflaed - a cursed tome in the bookshop
Forget-me-not by gothikmaus - Five times they erased each other's memory after accidentally confessing their love, plus one time they didn't.
Putting the Endearment in Dear by JoyAndOtherStories - Azi calling everyone my dear, including Crowley
Unrequited by Arielavader - Crowley being a jealous bitch
Happily Ever After by IneffableToreshi - snake Crowley can't change back + ineffable stupidity
Fortune Cookies by PlantsJustWannaHaveFun - Anathema's Armageddidn't afterparty with a bit of future telling
Please tag the authors so they know their work is appreciated❤️
Note: I have not yet read them all but I will be making an AO3 collection as I'll be going through the list
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topguncortez ¡ 2 years ago
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Merry Christmas, Baby(ies)
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pairing: Jake Seresin x Shy!Wifey ➳synopsis: Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, The Seresins were preparing for a birth to announce ➳warnings: pregnancy, child birth, c-sections, a little bit of trauma, Jake's family, a dash of angst. ➳Word count: 5.5k Opposites Attract Masterlist | Hangman Masterlist
➳ note: no, this isn't the fourth installment of the Opposites Attract world, I am still working on that (cause idk where I wanna go with it) but MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS:)
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Since Jake was little, he had always loved Christmas. His mother always went all out, pulling out the boxes of decorations the second the last plate from thanksgiving was clean and put away. She would spend the next week decorating the house from head to toe. Garland, pine cones, lights, candy canes, and Christmas trees covered the house. Each room had its own sort of decorative vibe to it, and had its own box that went with it. Jake’s four older sisters could care less about decorating, but Jake was a momma’s boy and would spend hours helping his mom hang ornaments on trees. 
That same love for Christmas followed Jake throughout his teenage years and even to adulthood. His first deployment was over Christmas and he somehow managed to get a small Christmas tree on board and set it up in his room. He could remember his first Christmas with Y/N, and fell even more in love with realizing that she too, had the same love for Christmas. They went all out buying their own Christmas tree, and setting up their own Christmas traditions. Their Christmases seemed to get even better when they had kids. 
This year though, instead of going to Texas like they usually did, Y/N had invited Jake’s parents and sisters to San Diego for Christmas Eve. However, Jake  didn’t know that was Y/N’s plan and had already invited the Dagger Squad over for Christmas Eve as well. It sent Y/N into a bit of a panic as she looked down at her eight month swollen belly, but she put on a bright smile and said: 
“The more the merrier!” 
But now, she was slowly regretting saying that, as she looked at the house full of guests. Jolene and George had arrived on December 22nd, because Jolene wanted to help get groceries and wrap gifts for her grandkids. George would have cared less about being there so early. The next to arrive was Jake’s sister Andrea, and her husband Kyle and their kids, and Jessica and her partner Emily showed up on the 23rd, staying in an AirBnB near Jake and Y/N’s house. 
“I thought it wasn’t supposed to be this hot,” Y/N groaned as she sat down on the back patio watching the kids play with their cousins. 
“It’s not even that hot,” Jake’s twin sister, Hillary said. Hillary and Y/N hardly got along, but Y/N tried to remain civil towards her. 
“Do you need anything, sweetheart?” Jolene asked, walking out to the backyard. Part of the reason why Hillary didn’t like Y/N was because she got along somewhat well with Jolene. Jolene was almost exactly how the song described; red hair teased to the high heavens, pale skin, and electric green eyes just like Jake’s. Y/N was surprised that at least one of her kids didn’t have red hair. 
“I’m good, thank you, Mrs. Seresin,” Y/N smiled. 
“Oh baby, you have carried five of my grandbabies now,” Jolene smiled, “You can call me Jolene.” 
Y/N blushed and nodded as Eli ran up to her and climbed on the couch. He cuddled into her, pressing his face into her bump. She smiled and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. 
“What have you been doing, baby?” Y/N asked her youngest, as of right now, son. 
“I gotta take a break,” He sighed and flopped his arms out dramatically, “Can’t keep up with Alex and Tyler and Ella and Derek and Joanie and-” 
“Hard being the youngest, isn’t it,” Andrea, Jake’s eldest sister said, “Tyler and Joanie aren’t being mean are they?” 
“No Auntie Drea,” Eli shook his head, “My legs just little.” Y/N giggled and Eli climbed back off the couch and ran towards his cousins.
“Gosh he reminds me of Jake,” Jessica said and sat down next to Y/N, “What about these two? Who do you think they’ll be like?” Jessica placed her hand gently on Y/N’s bump. 
“Maybe if she found out the gender,” Hillary mumbled and sipped her wine. 
Y/N brushed off her comment, “I think they’ll be like Jake. I think they all take after Jake in some way.” 
“Especially Ella!” Andrea shook her head with a laugh, “That girl reminds me so much of him. She even has his little half smile. And those dimples! Gosh, they are twins.” 
“Gossiping about me?” It was as if Jake had heard them say his name and he leaned over the couch. He placed a kiss on the top of his wife’s head, “How are things?” 
“She’s been complaining about the heat,” Hillary rolled her eyes. 
“You would be too if you were carrying twins and ready to pop,” Jessica said defending Y/N, “Besides, momma deserves to be comfortable. Can’t imagine what it feels like having your house bombarded like this during the final weeks.” 
“It’s because she’s a trooper,” Jake came around the couch and sat down next to his wife. He put one arm around her and his hand went to her bump. He rubbed it gently and bent down to place a kiss on it. 
“How is fixing up the nursery with dad?” Andrea asked and Jake sighed. 
Over the years, Jake had slowly started to patch up the rocky relationship he had with his father. After the birth of Eli, Jake had realized that George had hardly ever wanted to see his grandkids or talk to them, and it hurt Jake. His sisters told him that it wasn’t just Jake’s kids that George didn’t gel well with, it was all his grandkids, but Jake didn’t see it that way. George was always so kind and caring when it came to his sister’s kids, but was kind of cold when it came to Jake’s brood. So, Jake sat down with him and talked to him about how it hurt him and George had apologized. 
“Trying to tell me how to put a crib together, like I haven’t put together three in the past ten years,” Jake rolled his eyes, “It’s fine. He’s inside, probably complaining about me to mom. Which, I don’t care about anymore.” 
“Well that certainly changed,” Hillary mumbled. And Jake glared at her, “What? You used to care so much about Dad’s opinion and approval of you. Everything changed when you met. . .” 
Y/N shifted in her spot and looked down at the tea mug in her hands. Jake clenched his jaw and pulled Y/N in closer to him. He knew of Hilliary’s dislike for Y/N and couldn’t figure out why. All Hilliary ever said was Y/N was just too different than Jake, and it would never work. Jake thought it was maybe because she wasn’t at his wedding. But then again, no one was really at the wedding since they just did it on a whim. His mother and other sisters were a bit upset about it, but they forgave him for it seeing how in love Y/N and Jake were. 
“This has nothing to do with Y/N,” Jake said, “I’m too old to be begging Dad for his approval. It’s his loss for being a jerk and not wanting to get to know his grandkids.” 
“It is, Jake, and I’m sorry that he’s being like that,” Andrea said sincerely, “He’ll come around someday. Maybe once he has another heart attack.” 
“That’ll be the damn day,” Jessica laughed, “I’ve been with Emily for over fifteen years and he still asks about how we’ve had kids.” 
“Science has not caught up to the old man,” Jake shook his head. 
“He’s still ordering things from infomercials. . . you think he’s understanding how in vitro fertilization works,” Andrea added and all four Seresin kids broke out in laughter. 
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“I don’t want to wear tights!” Ella pouted and Y/N sighed. 
It was Christmas Eve and the house was already filled with members from the Dagger squad. Bob was the first to arrive like always, this time dragging along his girlfriend Maggie. He was bringing her over for the first time, and thought a perfect time to meet the whole Dagger Squad would be at Christmas. Christmas with nine aviators and their families was an interesting event. Every year they got too drunk off of Fireball and spiked Eggnog. Everyone knew that Christmas was a make or break, those who could hang with the squad got to stay. 
Jake was already down stairs with the boys, being the best host like his mother taught him to be. He was mixing drinks and creating laughs at the built in bar that he so badly had to have in the house. Jolene was getting along great with Penny, Y/N’s mom Clara and Sarah Kazansky (who Jake and Y/N always invited her and her kids to Christmas). 
“Ella, you have to wear tights with your Christmas dress,” Y/N tried again to get her six year old to put her white tights on. She wanted to try and cover the large scrapes on her knees from falling off her skateboard last week, but Rooster told her she looked cool and now she was against covering them up. 
“No!” Ella crossed her arms over her chest. 
“Fine then, I’ll tell Santa no gifts.” 
“Santa’s not real. Uncle Fanboy told me last week.” 
“Dammit,” Y/N mumbled under her breath and made a mental note to talk to Fanboy about ruining kids' dreams, “Please. Put your tights on.” 
Ella shook her head again and Y/N gave up on trying to put tights on her, knowing that this battle was one she was not going to win. Y/N waddled down the stairs slowly as Ella ran up to her dad, Uncle Rooster and Fanboy. Jake picked up the girl and spun her around in a circle. Rooster couldn’t help but chuckle at the exposed scrapes on her knees. 
“Wasn’t winning the tight argument?” Jake asked as Y/N made her way to the kitchen. 
“No, and I’m not fighting with her anymore. Even pulled the Santa card, but someone,” Y/N looked at Fanboy, ''said he’s not R-E-A-L.” 
Fanboy whistled as he picked up his drink and got off his barstool, going to both Payback and Stella. Jake chuckled and set Ella down to go run off with her cousins and friends. He moved to stand behind Y/N, running his hands over her very tight bump and frowned. 
“Are you having contractions?” 
“No,” Y/N said, “It’s been like this all day. And my back is killing me. I put the band on to try and help but it’s not.” 
“Maybe it’s back labor,” Rooster said, casually sipping his drink. Y/N glared at him, “Hey! Remember the last time you said you weren’t in labor?? Yeah, Floyd ended up catching that crotch goblin.” As if he knew he was being talked about, Eli ran by with a can of whipped cream in his hand. 
“Who the hell gave him that,” Jake said, and went to chase after the three year old. Y/N looked up to see Javy and Payback with smirks on their faces. 
“I’m not in labor. I still have three weeks to go,” Y/N said and grabbed a glass of lemonade, “This isn’t like last time and I am not about to ruin Jesus’s birthday by having twins.” 
“Would beat the bible story,” Rooster smiled and Y/N rolled her eyes. She walked towards the living room where some of the other women were. She sat down next to her mom, who was deep in conversation with Penny and Jolene about something. Dragon was sitting on the other side of her and tapped her arm. 
“What’s with Ella’s knees?” The Trace girl asked. 
“Her and Alex were seeing who could go down the hill at the park the fastest. Ella took a tumble and now refuses to wear tights,” Y/N said and Dragon stifled a laugh. 
“God she’s like Bagman.” 
“You didn’t tell them it was dangerous?” Hilliary asked and Jolene scolded her, “What? Ella could’ve gotten seriously hurt. I mean, Eli just had a cast on his arm like two weeks ago.” 
“They’re kids,” Jolene said, “Kids get hurt. They break bones in the morning and are running in the afternoon.” 
“Oh boy do they. One time Y/N was. . .” Clara fell into a story about how Y/N and her brother Thomas got into a scooter race around their cul-de-sac and crashed into each other, resulting in both breaking their wrists. 
The rest of the night went along without a hitch. Jake and George had spent all day cooking up two turkeys and a ham for dinner. Jolene, Andrea, and Jessica cooked most of the sides. Y/N tried to help, but Jolene had told her to sit and watch, not wanting her to do anything too strenuous. Even though they had cooked tons of food, people still brought dishes to share. Y/N was slightly overwhelmed by the amounts of food on her kitchen counters. But she knew how the Dagger Squad was, and knew that almost every single thing would be gone and they would happily take leftovers home. 
Jake had gotten the kids plates and set them at their own table off to the side of the main dining room. That was one thing that Jake had added when he built the house. He had put in a big main dining room that would then open up to a smaller dining room so for dinners like this, the kids weren’t completely shunned to another room and out of sight. He hated that growing up, how the kids were always in another part of the house, out of sight out of mind. Javy, Payback and their wives also liked the idea so they could see their children as well. 
Y/N let out a slow breath as she pushed the green beans around her plate and rolled her shoulders back. The pain in her lower back was gradually getting worse, and she tried to push through it with no complaint. Jake had been watching her the whole night, seeing as she asked her mother several times to rub her back for her. He knew that this was probably the early stages of labor, but Y/N was stubborn. Hell, everyone knew how stubborn she was, the birth of Eli Seresin proved that. 
“Babe,” Jake whispered over to her, putting his hand on her thigh, “What’s wrong?” 
“Nothing,” Y/N said, her voice shaky. 
“Are you sure? Are you having contractions?” 
“No,” Y/N said, and squeezed his hand, “I promise, I’m not having any contractions.” Jake nodded and leaned over to kiss his wife. She giggled into the kiss, and pulled him in close. 
“Really?” They broke apart, both looking like two teens that had just gotten caught by their parents, but in reality it was just Hilliary giving Y/N a glare, “Is that how you got into that situation?” 
Y/N looked down at her swollen belly, and ran her hand over it. Jake had had enough of his sister’s sly comments towards Y/N for the past few days. He knew how much the things Hilliary said bothered Y/N. He had spent one too many nights comforting her while she cried and asked why his twin sister hated her. He respected Y/N’s wishes on not confronting his sister, but between his dad being on him for different things and seeing his wife cower under his sister’s glare, Jake had enough. 
“What is your problem?” Jake asked and Y/N felt her heartbeat start to rise. She felt all eyes snap to both of them as Hilliary looked like a deer in the headlights, “You’ve been a bitch this whole time.” 
“Jacob!” Jolene scolded. 
“He’s not wrong,” Andrea mumbled, taking a sip of her wine. 
“I haven’t done anything to her,” Hillary pointed out, “Just pointing out that not everyone wants to see you two making out at the dinner table.” 
“That was hardly making out,” Jake scoffed, and rolled his eyes, “God, Hillary! You’ve not had a single nice thing to say about Y/N since you met her! She’s been nothing but nice to you!” Jake yelled. 
“I don’t have to be nice to her!” Hillary yelled, “She hasn’t done anything but stay at home, shoot out kids, and munch off of our-” 
“Oh,” Y/N gasped as she felt a sudden rush of warmth between her legs. She looked down at her chair and then back up at Jake who’s jaw dropped. Clara was thankfully sitting next to Y/N, and grabbed a napkin off the table to try and cover up the wet spot on her dress. Rooster and Bob stood up from their spots and ran over to the other side of the table. 
“Fucking great,” Hillary grumbled, “And now she’s turned Christmas all about-” 
“Would you shut up for a damn second!” Dragon yelled at the Seresin girl, “Are you okay?” 
“Sweets,” Jake said, and grabbed his wife’s hand. 
“It’s early,” She looked at him frightened, “Oh god.” 
“I’ll get the car!” George spoke up, and Jake and Jolene both looked at him in shock. George Seresin never had anything to do with his childrens’ birth. In fact, Jolene didn’t have him in the room during a single one of her four kids’ births. He sat in the waiting room until it was over.  
“Her bag is upstairs by the-” 
“I got it!” Jessica said, and ran towards the Seresin bedroom. 
“Val, Maggie, help me take the kids down stairs,” Stella said, standing up from her chair and over to where the kids had noticed the commotion at. There were little sounds of protest as the women corralled the kids down to the basement, but the second that Fanboy stood up and said that Santa was on his way, they all cheered and followed him to the basement. 
“What do you need?” Jake asked his wife, as Rooster rubbed her shoulders as she started to feel contractions. 
“I’d like to change my clothes,” Y/N let out a breath, “But I want to get to the hospital first.” 
“Are you gonna shoot out these two on the floor like Eli?” Rooster asked and Y/N glared at him, “Hey, I just want to be prepared in case I gotta catch a kid again.” 
“You didn’t even catch the last one,” Bob said and Y/N let out a groan. 
“Dad’s out front with the car,” Jessica said, walking back into the dining room, handing Jake the go-bag, “We’ll stay here and put the kids to bed and everything.” 
“Thank you,” Jake said, and helped Y/N to her feet. 
“Oh, they're gonna hate us,” Y/N groaned, “We won’t be here to open gifts.” 
“I will record it,” Andrea said, “And Kyle promised to dress up as S-A-N-T-A. They will be distracted. Now, go have these babies.” Andrea kissed Y/N’s cheek and then hugged her brother. 
Hillary was standing in the corner of the room as she walked Jake carefully guiding his laboring wife to the car. She never thought that the argument was going to lead to her water breaking and that fact that her nieces or nephews were going to be born early. Hillary let out a gasp as she covered her mouth with her hand. She knew the dangers of having babies early, she was a nurse for christ sake, and she knew the dangers of having twins early. Hillary somehow found it in her to run after Jake and Y/N, catching a glimpse as Rooster shut the car door and George pulled out of the driveway. 
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Y/N let out a small scream as she braced her hands on the bed, swaying back and forth gently as she worked through a contraction. Clara was rubbing her back, and Jake was holding her hair back in case she were to get sick again. Y/N was used to contractions and going through labor without pain meds. She had Eli on her bedroom floor, totally unmedicated. But these contractions were the worst she had ever felt and she was waiting until she could get her epidural. 
They had been in the hospital for a little over four hours, and it was officially Christmas Morning. Andrea had sent Jake a picture showing the three older Seresin kids were asleep in Jake and Y/N’s bed. Jake had also sent an apology to the Dagger Squad group chat, but they were all more excited to find out if they were welcoming two boys, two girls or one of each into the family. Jolene and George were sitting in the waiting room, both of them not wanting to leave their son and his wife, both too excited to meet their grandchildren. 
“God it hurts so much,” Y/N cried and Jake looked over at the contraction monitor, “Momma.”  
“It’s almost over,” Clara said, rubbing her daughter’s back. She had been there twice before to see her give birth and it never got easier to see her daughter in pain. 
“Jake, can you find the doctor?” Y/N asked and Jake nodded, running to the nurses station, “Where’s dad?” 
“Getting more ice chips,” Clara answered, and Y/N started to move to sit back down on the medicine ball. Clara grabbed a hair tie off her wrist and tied Y/N’s hair up in a bun, “Do you need water?” 
“I need a fucking epidural,” Y/N groaned as Jake walked back in, the anesthesiologist and their main nurse, Vera, behind him, “Thank god!” Jake laughed as the nurse handed Y/N the paperwork and the anesthesiologist walked her through the steps of the epidural. Even though Y/N was having twins, she still wanted to do a vaginal birth, and both her midwife and OB agreed to make that happen the best that they could. 
“We’re going to get you positioned on the bed,” The anesthesiologist said. Jake, and Clara helped Y/N sit on the side of the bed, Jake standing between her legs like he had done for the first two kids. He ran his dull fingers over her hair, scratching at her scalp lightly. Clara stepped out in the hallway, giving them some privacy as James rounded the corner. 
“Babies time?” James asked and Clara shook her head. 
“Getting drugs,” Clara said, “You know. . . these are our last grandchildren.” 
“I have faith in Carson to stop being an idiot,” James said, putting his arm around his wife, “Until then, yes, these are our last grandbabies.” Clara laughed and James kissed her forehead. 
“Deep breath, Y/N,” The doctor said and Y/N sucked in a breath and squeezed Jake’s hands as the needle went into her back. She felt that same warm sensation she had felt before and let out the breath she was holding. Jake kissed her forehead, and whispered words of encouragement as they got ready to place the epidural needle in. 
Y/N closed her eyes as she felt the needle prick her skin. Jake held her hands tightly as Y/N let out a slow breath through pursed lips, and counted down the seconds until it was over. She felt her body relax a bit as the needle was removed from her skin. 
“All done, you should feel it start to set in soon,” The doctor said, and Jake helped Y/N lay down on her side in bed. 
“Need anything else, Y/N?” Nurse Vera asked and Y/N shook her head, “You’re dilating at a good rate. Going to have some Christmas Babies.” 
“Yay,” Y/N said, giving her a smile. Jake squeezed her ankle, and rubbed her calf. 
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It was about fifteen minutes later that Y/N started to feel weird. Jake had gone to the bathroom, leaving Y/N alone momentarily. She blinked her eyes a couple times, feeling her head start to swim and her hands tingle. Something was wrong, something was very, very wrong. 
“Jake?” Y/N called out to him, and tried to pull herself out of bed, but was too weak to even raise her arm up. Jake had just walked out of the bathroom, and his eyes went wide. Her color was gone, and he could see a thin layer of sweat all over her body. 
“Sweets, talk to me, what’s wrong?” 
“I-I-” Y/N felt out of breath as she tried to reach for Jake but couldn’t even move an inch. Jake reached for the call button, pressing it rapidly. He cursed, and ran for the door, going to the nurses station. 
“Something is wrong with my wife,” Jake rushed out in a panic. The nurses at the desk quickly got up and followed him into Y/N’s room, as alarms started going off. 
“Baby B is in distress,” Nurse Vera said. 
“Her heart rate has dropped,” Beverly, Y/N’s midwife said, “We need to move. Call up to an OR.” Beverly hit a button above Y/N’s bed, and a swarm of nurses and doctors came in, pushing Jake out of the way to get to Y/N. 
“Jake!” Y/N called out to him. Nurse Vera grabbed the oxygen mask from the wall, and put it on Y/N’s face. Other nurses and techs got Y/N’s hospital bed ready to move towards the operating room. Jake tried to get close to her, but another nurse pushed him towards the back of the room. 
“Ready to move,” A tech said and Beverly nodded. Y/N looked around the room, her vision becoming blurry both from tears and from the blood rushing out of her head. She tried to reach her hand out towards Jake. 
“Jake!” She yelled a little bit loud. 
“You’re okay! Just breathe! I’ll be right there!” Jake called out to his wife. Y/N kept her hands on her belly protectively as they took her right down to the operating room. He tried to follow them out into the hallway but he was stopped, “Get your damn hands off of me, and let me go with.” 
“You can’t go with her, I’m sorry,” A nurse said, “You need to go wait in the waiting room.” 
“The fuck I am!” Jake yelled as Clara and James ran around the corner. 
“What’s going on?!” Clara asked, “Where did they take her?!” If there was one person no one wanted to piss off it would be Clara Y/L/N. 
“Your daughter’s heart rate dropped and the twins went into distress,” The nurse explained, “She’s being taken back into an emergency c-section. We will update you when we can. But I’m sorry, you can’t go back with her.” The nurse turned on their heel and went towards the direction they took Y/N without any further explanation. Jake ran his hands through his hair and pulled at the ends of his blonde locks. Clara let out a soft sob as James pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. 
“Let’s go wait,” James said, and put a hand on Jake’s shoulder. 
James had slowly become more of a father figure in his life than his own father ever had. He always knew what to say, and gave Jake comfort in moments like this. Jake nodded and wiped a tear from his cheek, as he followed his in-laws out into the lobby. Jake’s own parents had left to go and help Andrea prepare things for Christmas morning. He sat down in an uncomfortable leather chair with a sigh. 
Jake looked around the waiting room and saw that it was pretty much empty except for a few people. Most people were probably asleep in their beds, holding onto their loved ones as they prepared for an exciting Christmas Morning of opening gifts and spending it with their families. Jake’s lip quivered as he thought about his family. How his wife was all alone and vulnerable, being cut open and having their last babies delivered. He wanted nothing more than to be laying in bed, surrounded by his five kids and his wife in matching Christmas pajamas that were way too hot for anyone to stay in for too long. 
Jake put his arm on the armrest of the chair, and leaned his head on his fist. He knew this was going to take awhile, so he thought he might as well get comfortable and wait. He slowly fell asleep, and dreams of future Christmases with his family filled his mind. 
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Y/N sucked in a deep breath, well as deep as she could take, as she started to wake up. She wasn’t sure what had happened and everything was a blur. The lights were bright and she kept her eyes closed, as she tried to sit up, but let out a loud groan. It felt like she had done about a million crunches, and her hands went to her belly, finding that where her bump once was, was now a large scar. Tears started to fill her eyes as she tried to fill in the blanks on what had happened. 
“Sweets?” Jake called out softly, his hand going into hers. Her eyes opened and she looked at Jake, “What’s wrong?” 
“Where are my babies?” Y/N whimpered out. 
“They’re okay,” Jake said, running a hand over her hair. She looked better than she did when they whisked her away. Her color was somewhat back, and her eyes looked more alive. She tried to push herself up again, but Jake gently pushed her back down on the bed. He took the remote for the bed, and sat her up a bit. She whispered out a thanks, and then pointed towards the water cup on the table in front of her. Jake grabbed it and helped her sip from the straw. 
She gently pushed the cup away from her, “What happened?” 
“Your heart rate dropped,” Jake said, “And it caused the boys to go into distress. They took you for an emergency c-section. Everything went okay, they are resting down in the NICU.” 
“Boys?” Y/N quipped, “I have two boys? We have two boys?” 
“We had two boys,” Jake smiled and Y/N returned it with one of her own. He leaned forward and kissed his wife, “I’ll go get Nurse Vera so you can go see them.” Y/N nodded and Jake went to go find the nurse. 
It was the most painful experience ever, getting from the bed to a wheelchair so she could go see her newborn twins. Jake pushed her down the hallway, going ever so slowly to not hit anything that would jostle Y/N’s body. Clara and James were currently in the NICU nursery, making sure that somewhere was there for each of the twins. They had let Jolene and George know that they had two more grandsons to add to their family. 
“Alright, you ready?” Nurse Vera asked as Jake wheeled Y/N up to the door of the nursery, “We’re going to have you guys do skin to skin, each of you will take a twin, and then switch. We want you to try and see if they will latch.” 
Y/N nodded and Jake pushed the chair into the room. She gasped seeing the two incubators in the otherwise bare room. There was a rocking chair in the middle of them. 
“Do you want to sit in the rocking chair?” Vera asked and Y/N shook her head, “That’s alright. We will start with baby A.” Vera put on a gown, gloves and a mask. Jake stood behind Y/N’s chair and watched as Vera carefully took the newborn out of the incubator, “He is four pounds seven ounces, and eighteen point four inches. He’s your little one. Jake, I'm going to have you untie the back of Y/N’s gown and pull it down slightly, exposing her chest.” 
Jake nodded and did what Vera instructed. Y/N felt a bit vulnerable, but then Vera placed the baby against her chest, and Y/N felt tears in her eyes. Vera draped a blanket over Y/N and the baby, to keep them both warm. Jake gently caressed her shoulder and looked down at his son. He could tell that he had her nose but his green eyes, and Jake could see the faintest color of red in his hair. 
“Maxwell,” Y/N said and looked up at Jake, “Maxwell Glen Seresin.” 
“I love it,” Jake said, and kissed the top of her head.
“Alright Jake, take a seat in the rocker please, and strip the shirt off,” Vera said and Jake sat down in the rocker and took his shirt off, “This is Baby B. He is five pounds ten ounces, and nineteen point two inches long.” Vera placed the baby against Jake’s chest. Jake immediately tilted his head down to sniff the top of the newborn's head. His heart clenched a bit, realizing that this was the last time he’d ever get that newborn baby smell. 
“Jasper Thomas,” Jake said looking at his wife, “What do you think?” 
“I like it,” Y/N said, rubbing her son’s back, “Jasper and Maxwell,” She sighed and looked at Jake, “Merry Christmas, baby.” 
“Merry Christmas to you too,” Jake smiled, and then looked down at his son asleep on his chest, “This is the best Christmas ever.”
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acquariusgb ¡ 2 months ago
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[...]Then Jason Carter stepped to the lectern and opened his eulogy this way: “Secretary Clinton, Mrs. Bush, Mrs. Obama, Mrs. Trump, and Dr. Biden, thank you all for coming and acknowledging this remarkable sisterhood that you share with my grandmother. And thank you all for your leadership that you provided for our country and the world. “Secretary Clinton and Dr. Biden, we also welcome your lovely husbands.” That last line got a good laugh from an audience well acquainted with how often First Ladies—or, really, any wives at events where they are plus-ones to the men who are the real stars of whatever show we’re sitting through—are reduced to “your lovely wife” in an emcee’s opening remarks. I have come to appreciate over the years how I present an even more nettlesome conundrum in these kinds of circumstances. In my husband’s White House, I was Mrs. Clinton. (Mrs. Rodham Clinton was a bridge too far in 1993.) Then, for eight years, I was Senator Clinton. In Barack Obama’s White House, I was Madam Secretary. Had 2016 turned out differently, I wonder now if I could have gotten away with President Rodham Clinton; I would have liked that as an enduring tribute to my parents. I hope the women presidents in our nation’s future get to choose how they will be addressed, no matter how much of a mouthful it is. I’ve loved every chapter of my story and the titles that attended them. I know that, for all the paths I’ve walked since being First Lady, there will still be spaces where I am Mrs. Bill Clinton. That’s okay. (If you ask Bill, he’ll tell you there are times when he feels like Mr. Hillary Clinton.) You can also just call me Hillary.
Something Lost, Something Gained - Hillary Rodham Clinton
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readyforthegarden ¡ 8 months ago
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I combined too because I can 🥰 these two for Josh please ❤️
• caressing the other's cheek softly, hoping to wake them up that way
• kisses, even while still half-asleep
hillary my darling, what perfect sweet prompts for our josh.
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(thank you grace for the perfect josh🥰)
“I’m not going to fall asleep, I promise!” Josh’s words echoed in your head as you watched him breathe softly underneath you on the couch. Both of you had been paying close attention to the movie on the screen, something you’d been wanting to watch for a few weeks now, but Josh’s schedule had been jam packed since he arrived home.
You knew Josh wanted to watch the movie with you, and he would hate to feel like he let you down on date night. Yet one of your favorite things was Josh when he was asleep. His appearance was otherworldly. Face relaxed, his lips were slightly parted, slow puffs of air escaping as his heart rate evened out. His entire being at peace as he dozed, you couldn’t help but risk disturbing it, shifting slightly to bring a hand up, letting the tips of your fingers trace lightly on his face.
Starting with his eyebrows, you gently ran the pad of your finger across them, smoothing the coarse hairs down. You noted a few errant hairs coming in around his arch, and knew soon he’d be asking for you help him clean up the area, smiling at the thought of sitting on his lap and soothing his plucked pain with kisses.
From the middle of his brow, you let your finger trace down the slope his his nose, memorizing the feel of it, and tapping gently on the very tip. Your finger left his nose, and smoothed out his mustache, following it's curves down the sides of his cupids bow, your thoughts racing against how it tickled and gently scratched against your soft skin when he kissed you.
You traced his lips themselves, feeling his warm breath against the palm of your hand, freezing slightly when he shifted slightly under you, but melted when he didn't wake. From the middle of his bottom lip, you continued to chart your lovers face, sloping down his chin and following the pattern of his goatee, and finding the hidden dimple in the center of it, letting your finger rest in the groove there.
As you guided your hand back up around his face, you spent a few moments tracing the shady circles under his eyes. You began to caress his full cheek, hoping to wake him gently. You knew he’d feel bad for missing the movie, missing you. Josh began to stir slightly underneath you again, humming lowly in his chest. As you continued to trace his cheek, Josh turned his head, pressing his lips to the center of your palm.
“You’re missing the movie, baby,” you murmured softly.
“‘wasn’t sleeping,” Josh mumbled, eyes still closed as he turned his head back. “just resting my eyes.”
“Most people don’t snore when they rest their eyes.” you joked, making Josh knit his brows together in faux offense.
“I don’t snore.” he protested.
“You’re right, you don’t.” you laughed at his face, watching as he grinned. With his eyes still closed, he puckered his lips. Leaning forward, you obliged his request, relishing in his sleepy kisses. One of his hands rose up, tangling in your hair as he cupped your face to hold you close. Slow, tender kisses to your lips, you could feel your body melting down against Josh, as if he was sharing his tired soul with you. You couldn’t help it, after a few moments, you pulled away, a yawn springing from you.
“What do you say we pause the movie, and watch it again tomorrow?” Josh mimicked your yawn with one of his own as he spoke. “As much as I love this couch, our bed is calling my name, and I think yours too.” Nodding, you sat up, straddling him as you reached over to the coffee table, picking up the remote and pausing the film.
Josh and you took a few moments to actually move from the couch, both your bodies sluggish. Eventually you made it to your bedroom, teeth brushed, faces washed and moisturized, and pajamas on. Crawling into bed, Josh immediately pulled you into his side, continuing to give you drowsy kisses as you both nodded off to your dreamworlds.
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girlcrushart ¡ 3 months ago
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Yesterday was a big day on the socials, with my twitter feed flooded with amazing clips from the DNC—which kicked things off with a bang, and was exciting and inspiring. A four minute standing ovation for Biden, Hillary's speech, AOC's speech... some powerful guest speakers and a few new ads that are gonna make an impact... that was 90% of my feed. The other 10% was Swifties reacting to Trump's ridiculous AI Swiftie post—god I hope she nails him for that where it hurts, oh and Chappell Roan. Chappell went on tiktok yesterday to beg her fans to settle down and leave her the fuck alone. And god I hope it works. I hope that people realize that if you're an actual fan—if you truly claim to love this person—then the least you can do is honour their simple wishes. It drives me so crazy when people think they're owed something from celebrities. Chappell Roan makes amazing music and shares it with us. What an special gift! And sometimes she performs it for us and invites us to participate, even! And if that's all she wants to share then shouldn't we be grateful for that?! Or maybe if you're a big fan you can, I dunno, make a celebratory poster to declare your fandom and leave her the fuck alone? That's my advice. I LOVE her music. It makes me happy. It enhances my life. And if the best way to thank her for that is to focus on the art she makes and enjoy it and leave her be, then that's what I will do and true fans should follow suit. Today's girlcrushart guardian is Chappell Roan.
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viaviv124 ¡ 9 months ago
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What argument anti rayfrog shippers (or nayfrogs as i've learned, which is 10x more hillarious) that just makes me question if these people actually pay attention and is also lowkey funny to me is "Bullfrog said he watched Rayman since he was a tadpole!" That is literally not what he said. He said "i used to watch you as a tadpole"
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Considering the Rayman show is probably the only or biggest kids program in Eden and Rayman is literally everywhere i doubt Bullfrog couldn't not watch him, espacially if it's mandatory viewing (which it most likely is). To me this just makes it like their Spongebob but forced, you get what i mean? I don't think this really proves a point. Bullfrog didn't even mention ever being a fan or liking the show. Just that he watched it. It's also funny to me how he dropped that line right after calling him "Eden's favorite Poster boy" like it's such a random thing to add lol, i don't think he wanted to imply he ever idolized him considering he was just mocking him the entire way through. Either way, at the time they met both of them were consenting adults able to think clearly and, again, Bullfrog hated Rayman with a passion at that point and did not idolize him, i mean, look at that glare:
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If that's not pure spite and mockery i don't know what is.
What people need to understand is that no sane rayfrog shipper goes "Bullfrog likes Rayman/Ramon because he loved watching him on TV like 25 - 30+ years ago!" Pretty much all concepts/headcanons are hurt/comfort because the consensus of them bonding consists of them supporting eachother and becoming a shoulder to lean on to work out their mental stuff like Ramon's guilt about literally everything and Bullfrog's survivors guilt and eldest sister syndrome. Also, Bullfrog is quite literally a trained assassin of a group that quite literally has been fighting the templars/Eden since pretty much the beginning of human history. Pretty sure if anything his mind would default to spiting and distrusting Ramon at every turn instead of idolizing him for something he saw on tv when he was a literal toddler i mean come on are you serious. Also pretty sure his mind is clear enough to think about shit rationally.
Another point i love is "they shared only one scene." People have done more with less. Ramon and Dolph have not exchanged a single glance and Laserray (rayhawk? Idk) is a thing. People will ship anything as long as it has a good dynamic in their eyes. I'm just saying Mordetwi and other crossships.
Its genuinely hillarious to me how people hate on the popular ship instead of everything else. The two canon predators? Nope! Sarah x Jade that would, if it would be canon, be nothing but abuse considering all of their interactions in the show, as few as they were, are pretty abusive? Nope! But god forbid two consenting adults with an age gap that support eachother kiss! I absolutely do have certain problems with rayfrog but considering the lack of material we have to work with these problems are all speculations i can headcanon them away.
Also as a small note in case the conkai crowd pins me on this because of the posts i made several months ago, no, two consenting adults with an age gap are not the same as a 17 year old banging a physically 6 - 8 year old even if he has the mind of a 17 year old, thank you.
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