#Restore Vision Today

[visualophthalmologyservices]

Cataract surgery has evolved significantly, offering more efficient and safer treatment options for patients suffering from cataracts. In the past, cataract removal was a complex procedure that often required long recovery times. Today, with advances in surgical techniques, patients experience faster recoveries and improved vision outcomes. If you’re looking for eye care in Elmhurst, New York, modern cataract surgery options make it easier than ever to restore clear vision without the long downtime that used to be associated with the procedure.

[childactress]

[reasonsforhope]

Holy crap, I didn't think Biden would be able to get the Climate Corps established without Congress. This is SUCH fantastic news.

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"After being thwarted by Congress, President Joe Biden will use his executive authority to create a New Deal-style American Climate Corps that will serve as a major green jobs training program.

In an announcement Wednesday, the White House said the program will employ more than 20,000 young adults who will build trails, plant trees, help install solar panels and do other work to boost conservation and help prevent catastrophic wildfires.

The climate corps had been proposed in early versions of the sweeping climate law approved last year but was jettisoned amid strong opposition from Republicans and concerns about cost.

Democrats and environmental advocacy groups never gave up on the plan and pushed Biden in recent weeks to issue an executive order authorizing what the White House now calls the American Climate Corps.

“After years of demonstrating and fighting for a Climate Corps, we turned a generational rallying cry into a real jobs program that will put a new generation to work stopping the climate crisis,” said Varshini Prakash, executive director of the Sunrise Movement, an environmental group that has led the push for a climate corps.

With the new corps “and the historic climate investments won by our broader movement, the path towards a Green New Deal is beginning to become visible,” Prakash said...

...Environmental activists hailed the new jobs program, which is modeled after the Civilian Conservation Corps, created in the 1930s by President Franklin D. Roosevelt, a Democrat, as part of the New Deal...

Lawmakers Weigh In

More than 50 Democratic lawmakers, including Massachusetts Sen. Ed Markey and New York Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, had also encouraged Biden to create a climate corps, saying in a letter on Monday that “the climate crisis demands a whole-of-government response at an unprecedented scale.”

The lawmakers cited deadly heat waves in the Southwest and across the nation, as well as dangerous floods in New England and devastating wildfires on the Hawaiian island of Maui, among recent examples of climate-related disasters.

Democrats called creation of the climate corps “historic” and the first step toward fulfilling the vision of the Green New Deal.

“Today President Biden listened to the (environmental) movement, and he delivered with an American Climate Corps,” a beaming Markey said at a celebratory news conference outside the Capitol.

“We are starting to turn the green dream into a green reality,” added Ocasio-Cortez, who co-sponsored the Green New Deal legislation with Markey four years ago.

“You all are changing the world,” she told young activists.

Program Details and Grant Deadlines

The initiative will provide job training and service opportunities to work on a wide range of projects, including restoring coastal wetlands to protect communities from storm surges and flooding; clean energy projects such as wind and solar power; managing forests to prevent catastrophic wildfires; and energy efficient solutions to cut energy bills for consumers, the White House said.

Creation of the climate corps comes as the Environmental Protection Agency launches a $4.6 billion grant competition for states, municipalities and tribes to cut climate pollution and advance environmental justice. The Climate Pollution Reduction Grants are funded by the 2022 climate law and are intended to drive community-driven solutions to slow climate change.

EPA Administrator Michael Regan said the grants will help “communities so they can chart their own paths toward the clean energy future.”

The deadline for states and municipalities to apply is April 1, with grants expected in late 2024. Tribes and territories must apply by May 1, with grants expected by early 2025."

-via Boston.com, September 21, 2023

[genshin-impact-updates]

The Brilliant Swallow Bears Branches of Joy to Fill the Home

"Don't be fooled by her young age, she's been weaving rattan handicrafts for a decade at least! When I was a kid, I thought it would be funny to trample one of the baskets at home. Luckily for me, Lan Yan and her grandpa came to visit that day to check our geomantic energies. If she hadn't helped me repair that basket, I'm sure I'd have gotten a knuckle sandwich, haha!"

— Gaming

◆ Name: Lan Yan

◆ Title: Spring Woven From Jade

◆ Master Rattan Weaver of the Chenyu Vale Artisans Association

◆ Vision: Anemo

◆ Constellation: Hirundo Lazuli

"Madame Lan, are you there? The rattan chair my grandmother left me is broken. You're the only one who can restore this old antique..."

"Madame Lan, I've heard tell you're well-versed in a curious art. I've come here today to discuss the matter of weaving rattan figures..."

"Lan Yan, are you home? When can we go play house with the Fluff-Fleece Goats again?"

The people of Chenyu Vale — both young and old alike — can often be found gathered outside Lan Yan's door. Though they may leave empty-handed more often than not, their requests are never ignored. Every visitor is a guest, and Lan Yan's mother greets them warmly: "I'm very sorry, but Lan Yan's up in the mountains again. Please have some tea and rest for a while, I'll be sure to tell her you stopped by."

Whether playing by the stream, gathering vines for her craft, frolicking with small animals, or sitting in the forks of tree branches weaving, Lan Yan has always loved roaming the forested mountains. Like a swallow, she flits between the wilds and her home, so swift and nimble that even her own family rarely knows where she is.

If your matter is truly urgent, you can venture up the forested slopes yourself. Follow the sound of distant singing or the soft tinkling of silver adornments, and you might just find the free-spirited young lady you seek. Should you spot her through the trees, be sure to call out and she will greet you with a smile. Despite her nature, Lan Yan is no swallow to be startled by the slightest noise.

"Hmm? You came looking for me? Have a drink of water while you catch your breath... You didn't bring any? That's fine, have a sip of mine!"

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Year - 2024 Edition

Welcome to our special edition newsletter recapping the best news from the past year. I've picked one highlight from each month to give you a snapshot of 2024. No frills, just straightforward news that mattered. Let's relive the good stuff that made our year shine.

1. January - South Korea passes law banning dog meat trade

The slaughter and sale of dogs for their meat is to become illegal in South Korea after MPs backed a new law. The legislation, set to come into force by 2027, aims to end the centuries-old practice of humans eating dog meat.

2. February - Greece legalises same-sex marriage

Greece has become the first Christian Orthodox-majority country to legalise same-sex marriage. Same-sex couples will now also be legally allowed to adopt children after Thursday's 176-76 vote in parliament. Prime Minister Kyriakos Mitsotakis said the new law would "boldly abolish a serious inequality".

3. March - Global child deaths reach historic low in 2022 – UN report

The number of children who died before their fifth birthday has reached a historic low, dropping to 4.9 million in 2022. The report reveals that more children are surviving today than ever before, with the global under-5 mortality rate declining by 51 per cent since 2000.

4. April - Restoring sight is possible now with optogenetics

Max Hodak's startup, Science, is developing gene therapy solutions to restore vision for individuals with macular degeneration and similar conditions. The Science Eye utilizes optogenetics, injecting opsins into the eye to enhance light sensitivity in retinal cells. Clinical trials and advancements in optogenetics are showing promising results, with the potential to significantly improve vision for those affected by retinal diseases.

5. May - Vaccine breakthrough means no more chasing strains

Scientists at UC Riverside have demonstrated a new, RNA-based vaccine strategy that is effective against any strain of a virus and can be used safely even by babies or the immunocompromised.

6. June - Bill Gates-backed startup creates Lego-like brick that can store air pollution for centuries

The Washington Post detailed a "deceptively simple" procedure by Graphyte to store a ton of CO2 for around $100 a ton, a number long considered a milestone for affordably removing carbon dioxide from the air. Direct air capture technologies used in the United States and Iceland cost $600 to $1,200 per ton, per the Post.

7. July - Stem cell therapy cures man with type 2 diabetes

A 59-year-old man had been suffering from diabetes for 25 years, needing more and more insulin every day to avoid slipping into a diabetic coma and was at risk of death. But then Chinese researchers cured his disease for the first time in the world. The patient received a cell transplant in 2021 and has not taken any medication since 2022.

8. August - Chinese drones will fly trash out of Everest slopes

Come autumn, Nepal will deploy heavy lifter drones to transport garbage from the 6,812-metre tall Ama Dablam, south of Everest. This will be the first commercial work an unmanned aerial vehicle does in Nepal’s high-altitude zone.

9. November - Tokyo to make day care free to boost birth rate

Tokyo plans to make day care free for all preschool children starting in September, the city governor has announced as part of efforts to boost Japan's low birth rate.

10. October - FTC Rule Banning Fake Product Reviews Takes Effect With Stiff Penalties

Federal Trade Commission (FTC) Chair Lina Khan announced on Oct. 21 that the agency’s prohibition on fake online reviews was taking effect, imposing fines as high as $50,000 for violations. Khan encouraged followers to report the proscribed practices at reportfraud.ftc.gov.

11. November - Bumblebee population increases 116 times over in 'remarkable' Scotland rewilding project

The bumblebee population has made an impressive comeback in a developed area by increasing to 116 times what it was two years ago thanks to a nature restoration group.

12. December - Spain to enshrine gay marriage and abortion rights into its constitution so 'they cannot be undone in the future'

The left-wing PSOE leader made the announcement at an event marking the 46th anniversary of the Spanish Magna Carta.

“We believe that these are rights that we must protect in the Constitution so that no one can touch them in the future,” Sanchez said in a statement in parliament on Friday.

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[acourtofquietdreamers]

Elain Archeron Week: Connections

“So Elain silently cried, the tears so unending that I wondered if it was some sign of her heart bleeding out. Some sliver of hope that had shattered today. That Graysen would still love her, still marry her—𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓹 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓭.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Art by gracerstudios and commissioned by me

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

After Graysen cruelly rejected Elain, some of her hope shattered - including her hope that their love could trump even a mating bond. I think we could see this hope restored in Elain as she continues to explore her blossoming connection with Azriel.

Since their first meeting in ACOMAF, I have loved seeing the natural and effortless connection between Elain and Azriel grow. Elain looks to him for comfort, shares her passion with him, and picks him out gifts that show she sees him. In return, Azriel understands Elain in a way no one else does and shows how much he cares about her through his actions. I’d love to see their connection prove that love is strong enough to trump a mating bond and for Elain to get the great love story she deserves with a male of her own choosing.

I imagine Elain and Azriel’s story being full of angst, longing, and romance and I wanted to portray that feeling with this piece. Gracerstudios is so incredibly talented and did a phenomenal job bringing my vision to life! Thank you again for being such a pleasure to work with 💙

Please do not repost without permission.

@elainarcheronweek

[dreamykira]

One Way or Another Pt. 2I IN-HO x reader

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤When the rebellion fails, you’re captured and taken to a secluded room, only to come face-to-face with the last person you ever expected— Young-il, the man you once trusted, now wearing the mask of the enemy. As the truth unravels, so do your emotions. Anger, betrayal, and something far more painful linger between you as he insists he did it all to protect you. But can you really believe him when blood stains his hands? When the man you knew as Young-il was never real to begin with?

˗ˏˋWARNINGS ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ Betrayal, reader is tied up, mentions of killing. English is not my first language☺️ If I missed any, then please let me know!

˗ˏˋAUTHOR'S NOTE ´ˎ˗

╰┈➤ im back🤩 i had a rough day at school today so if this is not good then im sorry. ALSOOOOO i opened my inbox so feel free to send me messages. i'll answer all of them!!! also you can send me ideas of what you think should be in the next part!!!

word count: 1679

The fight was over. The rebellion had failed.

The echoes of gunfire had long faded, replaced by the low hum of the facility’s power systems and the steady footsteps of guards patrolling the corridors. The scent of blood still clung to the air—metallic, nauseating—but the bodies were gone. Order had been restored.

And you…

You sat in a dimly lit room, wrists bound behind your back, the cold metal chair biting into your skin. Your breathing was uneven, each inhale sharp, each exhale unsteady. The walls were bare, sterile, giving you nothing to focus on except the weight of your own thoughts.

Then, the door opened.

A tall figure stepped inside, draped in black from head to toe. The cold glow from the hallway cast his form into stark relief, but it was the mask that sent a shudder through you—sharp, expressionless, empty. 

Your breath hitched, your body recoiling before you could stop yourself. A strangled sob tore from your throat as the weight of everything crashed down on you. You flinched violently, your vision blurring with tears.

“No—” The word barely left your lips before he moved.

“Calm down.” His voice was low, firm. Familiar.

Your trembling stilled, confusion warring with fear. The man lifted his hands, fingers curling under the edges of the mask. A quiet exhale left him before he pulled it off.

Dark eyes met yours.

Your stomach twisted.

Young-il—no. Not Young-il. You were sure that it was a fake name he had come up with on the spot.

He crouched in front of you, lowering himself to your level, watching you carefully. “It’s just me,” he said, voice low. “You don’t need to be afraid.”

But you were.

You were terrified.

Your lips trembled as you shook your head. “No,” you whispered, the word barely leaving your throat. “No, no, no—”

He reached out, his hand ghosting toward your knee. You jerked back instinctively, your bound wrists straining against the chair. He stilled, his fingers hovering inches away before he slowly withdrew.

Something flashed in his expression—something that almost looked like pain. But you didn’t trust your own eyes anymore.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

You glared at him, tears burning in your eyes. “What did you expect?” you choked out. “That I’d be happy to see you?”

A muscle in his jaw tightened. “I expected you to understand.”

You laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Understand?” The word was venom on your tongue. “You betrayed us.”

His gaze didn’t waver. “I saved you. I promised I’d come back, and I’m a man of my words.”

You jerked against your restraints. “A man of your words?” Your voice shook, not with fear, but with anger. “You betrayed us! You killed them.” 

He tilted his head, as if weighing your words. “No,” he said after a pause. “I did what I had to. They were going to die either way.”

A sharp pain shot through your chest, raw and unbearable. “You don’t get to decide that.”

His eyes darkened, but his voice remained steady. “Yes, I do.”

Your breathing turned shallow. “So, what, you played along? Pretended to fight with us while you were really on the other side this whole time?”

“That’s not important right now,” he murmured under his breath, “I’ll explain everything once you’ve calmed down.”

A cold shiver ran down your spine. The detachment in his voice—like the lives lost meant nothing—made your stomach twist.

“What matters right now is that you don’t have to play this game anymore,” he continued. “You’re free from it.”

“Free?” you repeated bitterly. “I’m tied to a chair.”

“That’s temporary.” He leaned in, his voice softening. “I had to make sure you wouldn’t do anything reckless.”

Your glare didn’t waver. “Reckless?” you spat. “You mean fighting for my life? For theirs?”

A flicker of something crossed his face—guilt, regret, something almost human. But it was gone just as fast, replaced by that unreadable calm.

“I mean running straight to your death,” he corrected.

Your chest tightened. “At least that would have been my choice.”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “You still don’t understand.”

You swallowed hard, forcing back another wave of tears. “Then make me understand.”

His eyes softened—just slightly. “You were never supposed to make it this far,” he admitted. “Even if the rebellion had been successful, the remaining guards wouldn’t have let you walk away. They would have killed you.”

Your head shook automatically. “That’s not true.”

“It is.” His voice was quiet but firm, and the certainty in it made your skin crawl. “I’ve seen it happen before.”

Your throat tightened. “Seen what?”

“The way rebellious players are dealt with.” There was no hesitation in his words. “At the end of the day, the guards follow my orders.”

A cold feeling settled in your stomach. 

“So you knew,” you whispered. “From the very beginning you knew that the plan was pointless. We would’ve died either way.”

He held your gaze, expression unreadable.

And then, after a long pause, he gave you the smallest nod.

You felt like crying. The burning sensation behind your eyes was painful, and you were ready to let the tears fall. 

But before you could break down completely, you had to ask him something.

Your breath came in sharp, shallow gasps. “Was any of it real? Was Young-il real?”

His jaw clenched and then, it softened into something you only got to see when the two of you were away from prying eyes. “You were real.”

You let out a broken laugh. “That’s not an answer.”

He exhaled, slow and controlled. “I didn’t lie about how I felt.”

Your pulse stuttered. “And how do you feel?”

He stared at you, long and hard, as if debating whether to say it. Then, quietly, he confessed, “I couldn’t let you die.”

Your chest ached. You wanted to believe him.

But how could you?

“You let everyone else die.”

His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes dimmed. “I had to.”

You shook your head, your voice raw. “No, you chose to.”

A heavy silence settled between you.

Then, he reached forward again, slower this time, giving you a chance to pull away. You didn’t. His fingers grazed your cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

“I never wanted you to be afraid of me,” he murmured.

Your throat tightened. “Then why did you become someone I had to fear?”

His hand stilled, his expression unreadable. “Because I had no other choice.”

Another wave of silence settled between you two. 

His fingers lingered against your skin for a moment longer before he pulled away, exhaling through his nose. Then, after a pause, he spoke.

"I'm going to untie you," he said, his voice measured. "But only if you promise not to do anything reckless."

A bitter scoff left your lips. "Oh, sure. I’ll be on my best behavior." You batted your lashes mockingly. "Wouldn’t want to upset the great Front Man, would I?"

He shot you a look, unimpressed but not entirely surprised. "I mean it."

You held his gaze, your wrists still aching from the restraints, but you weren’t about to make this easy for him. “Fine,” you muttered. “I promise.”

For a second, he hesitated, searching your face for any sign of deception. Whatever he found there must have satisfied him, because without another word, he reached behind you. The sharp pressure around your wrists loosened, and after a few moments, the restraints fell away.

As you rubbed at your sore wrists, trying to soothe the aching skin, In-ho’s gaze flickered downward. His expression darkened for a moment before he reached out, taking your wrist gently into his hands. You tensed at the contact, but he didn’t tighten his grip—he just held you there, his thumb brushing over the raw skin in a slow, almost absentminded motion.

“They tied it too tight,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. Then, his voice dropped lower, edged with irritation. “I told them to be gentle with you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden shift in tone.

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Fucking dickheads never listen.”

A breathy, disbelieving laugh escaped you before you could stop it. “Did you just—”

His fingers traced over the marks again, and then, much softer this time, he murmured, “I’m sorry.”

For the ropes. For betraying your team. For everything.

He didn’t say it outright, but you felt the weight of it anyway.

Before you could say anything, before you could even decide what to do with your newfound mobility, In-ho did something that caught you completely off guard.

He pulled you into his arms.

You stiffened, your mind screaming at you to shove him away, to resist, but your body betrayed you. The warmth of his embrace was jarring, familiar and foreign all at once. His hand came up to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, holding you close.

"You don’t have to be afraid anymore," he murmured against your temple.

Your throat tightened. “You keep saying that,” you whispered, “but I don’t think you understand what you’ve done to me.”

His grip on you didn’t falter, and he didn’t say anything for a while. Instead, he let the silence stretch, his breath slow and steady against your skin.

After what felt like an eternity, you spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper. “Young-il… was that ever your real name?”

He stilled.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your eyes searching his face. He hesitated, the carefully constructed mask he wore slipping, just for a moment. Then, finally, he answered.

"In-ho."

The name settled between you like a weight, heavier than you expected.

You swallowed hard, staring at the man you thought you knew—at the man who had lied, betrayed, and yet somehow still looked at you like you were the only real thing left in his world.

"In-ho," you repeated, testing the name on your tongue.

And for the first time since he walked into the room, he looked almost vulnerable.

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[gigi-loveless]

Can u do a little story on Ellie comforting reader after a panic attack? This is my first time requesting and ily and ur story's smmm!!

yes sweet angel!! thank you so much!

warnings - reader has a panic attack, nondescript reason for the event

authors note - i love you all. if you ever need support, my dms are always open for anything. anxious girlies rise 🫡

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

you don’t deserve her. you deserve nothing. you are nobody.

vision getting hazy quickly, you knock against the walls of yours and ellie’s shared apartment to signal something, anything to your girlfriend, all while fighting your body to allow you the essence of life. where is she?

“el….el!….”

the thoughts overtake your consciousness. lungs heaving, you collapse on the glacial tile of your bathroom, tugging on your hair to distract from the dizzying nightmares plaguing you.

“hey, honey i heard a crash is-“ ellie asks nonchalantly, before setting her eyes on her girlfriend, curled up on the floor, fighting for consciousness.

“hey, hey. it’s me. it’s just me.” ellie explains, sitting her back up against the bathtub, pulling you to sit upright against her chest. “it’s just me,” putting light pressure on your shoulders, your tears pattering onto her forearms. “you’re safe here. we’re at home, nothings getting through me, okay?” the auburn girl coos, breathing steadily against your back, her body practically begging for you to join in unison. to no avail, your breathing worsens, your limbs beginning to tremble. ellie gently, but quickly flips you towards her, quickly shedding herself of her rings as to not overwhelm you when she plants her hands on your cheeks tenderly.

“i know it’s scary. m’ not goin’ anywhere honey….oh, and- and chai is downstairs- and dude…he took the biggest shit today and that fucker missed the litter box….” she chuckles, your breathing slowly beginning to shakily restore itself. you girlfriend just can’t help but be a dork no matter the situation, it’s one of your absolute favorite things about her.

“you don’t need to tell me what’s wrong, but you know i’ll never judge you. i love you.” she reassures you, pressing her lips to a stray tear staining down your skin. the heavy white fog that plagued your vision softens, the familiar design of ellie’s tattoo coming into focus. you reach a quivering finger out, tracing the moths wings.

“y’want some sour gummies? tap my left hand for yes, right hand for no.”

you flick her left knuckle gently, cracking a weak smile.

“there’s my girl. here, i’ll help you.”

ellie encapsulates you in her muscular limbs, the all too familiar scent of sandalwood and citrus flooding your senses. her worn out flannel the perfect spot to find solace from your worries.

as ellie sits you down on the couch, the tortoise shell blur of your kitten races by.

“hey! c’mere you little fuck!” ellie taunts, capturing your sweet cat with a protesting meow, placing him in your lap. chai immediately curls up against you, purring gently. “now you better be nice to her.”

ellie reappears quickly with a bag of sour worms and a glass of water, pulling your legs over her lap. how attentive she is, sensing every shift in your body language, happily adjusting anything possible just to pull that heart melting smile out of you.

“t-thank you.”

“s’my job stupid. i love you.”

you giggle softly, plucking a gummy worm out of her calloused fingers.

“love you too, el.”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

oooh 70 on the prompts list with shane would be so angstyyyyy plz i need to see ur thoughts on this -galaxy

This one's got a little kick to it ough

70) "After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?"

......

"Honey..wh..what is this?"

"Can't you read? God, and I thought Alex was the only illiterate man in town-"

"I know what it says! But..I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

"Besides being a leech on my income for the past year and not doing a damn thing to make up for it....no."

"..are you crazy? I HAVE been doing my part! Just..take these back to Lewis and tell him you changed your mind. I'm not signing them."

"I don't need your signature. Just mine is enough to finalize it. I've already gotten everything packed for you..since you're too goddamn lazy to do it yourself."

"....what?" Tears stung Shane's eyes as he shakily set the stack of papers on the table, his vision blurring. He stared at you, seeing not an ounce of remorse on your face..but instead pure hatred. "Why would you do this behind my back? I-I thought...you-"

"What? You thought I loved you? Hah." The brief laugh that left your lips was cold. "Who could love a messed-up lowlife like you, Shane? I have a farm to take care of, a community center to restore..I can't have you slowing me down. It was a fun little fling, but now you bore me. I gotta get serious about my work."

"That's...all I was to you? A "fling"?!" A hurtful scowl formed on his face, hands shaking. "What about everything we've-?!"

"I only pitied you. And y'know, if I didn't care about Jas growing up without a father figure..I would've left you in the forest that night. I only stayed and married you to make them happy. But you blew your chance to get your act together..they're gonna be so disappointed in you."

As much as he wanted to respond with a snarky "I didn't know there was a time limit"...he was frozen on the spot, unable to say anything.

What could he say?

This was all so sudden...and just when he thought you two were doing so well and he was starting to have a genuinely positive outlook on life..

He made the horrid mistake of checking the mailbox and finding the dreaded papers.

"I'll say this was 50,000 gold well-spent." You grabbed the papers off the table, looking at the broken man before holding out your hand. "Give me that necklace. I'm gonna sell it."

"No..." Shane shook his head and clutched the mermaid pendant, tears streaking his face as he backed into the corner. "I...I-I'm so sorry, I'll try to be better! Just tell me what I can fix, a-and I'll-!!"

Suddenly you pulled out a dagger and swiped at him, causing him to flinch and shield himself, eyes squeezing shut in anticipation-

Yet he wasn't injured, but when he saw his pendant in your hands now...he felt as though you actually twisted that dagger deep into his heart.

He collapsed to his knees, devastated as you sheathed your weapon and pocketed the amulet you once tied around his neck at your wedding.

By your hands, you two were bonded in matrimony...

And by your hands, that bond was severed.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm sick of pretending that I care for some lazy ungrateful fuck. Goodbye, Shane."

And with that, you stormed out of the house..and he was left there on the floor, his sobs filling the silence in the now empty cabin.

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It was already late when you returned from your mining trip, and once you finished putting the spoils of your expedition into the shipping bin, you yawned and stretched.

The time was 1:10 AM...and your energy was super drained.

You figured Shane was already sound asleep. The idea of crawling into that cozy bed and cuddling with the man you loved had you eager to take off your boots and put your tools away.

However upon opening the door..you immediately caught a faint whiff of beer, and it left a sinking pit in your stomach.

He did bring home a six-pack case today, and he promised to have it in moderation.

But the kitchen trash showed clear evidence of recently-opened cans.

Four out of the six, in fact.

'Oh man..it happened again..'

You knew that he wasn't gonna be able to quit cold turkey just like that. It wasn't a habit he could flip off like a lightswitch, and that's a fact you've come to accept.

Although he had a few beers from time to time, it was nothing like before. And he would always let you know if he was having some....so to realize he drank over half the case tonight alone was alarming.

Why? You were only gone for a few hours..

You entered the bedroom, finding Shane still awake, hunched over on the bed's edge with his face in his hands. He looked completely torn up, and you've never seen him this bad since..

"Shane, sweetheart?"

Startled, he looked up at you, revealing his eyes to be puffy and red from crying. "O-Oh..hi. You..y-you came back?" He hoarsely asked.

"Of course I did..without having to visit Harvey, thank god." You walked over and sat beside him, frowning. "But more importantly are you okay? What's wrong?"

He tried to respond, but the memories of that nightmare made him physically incapable of doing so...and fresh tears welled in his eyes.

A choked sob came out, and as quickly as he tried covering it up--it failed as similar heartbreaking noises followed.

You didn't waste any time pulling him into a hug.

Leaning against you, he sobbed into your neck, soaking the collar of your shirt in tears. But you just hushed him and rubbed his back. He didn't smell too heavily of beer, although it made you wonder what happened tonight that was bad enough to make him relapse.

Was it...you?

Was you being away stressing him out?

Did he think you wouldn't come back-

"[Y/n]...you sure you..really love me? And all of this isn't...a-a joke?" He hiccupped softly.

Those questions made your heart sink, and you briefly pulled away to gaze at him in sadness. You knew he was still struggling with his self-confidence and self-image, often comparing himself to a "squishy bag of flesh" and feeling "too old", but for him to doubt your love?

Even after talking him off a cliff?

Even after going to the gridball game where you shared that first kiss?

Even after giving him the bouquet and mermaid pendant?

"After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?" You asked softly, not with anger, but with worry.

"Just look at me, and look at every other guy in this town. You could'a had a doctor, someone who can still play gridball, a writer who lives by the sea...even that emo guy seems cool. But you chose me..."

With a sniffle, he clutched the mermaid pendant with trembling fingers. "...this pathetic..l-lowlife who doesn't do shit on this farm. I swear I'd change and get my act together, but I'm letting you down again...j-just like everyone else. And I'm so sorry...I'm such a failure." He sobbed harder.

"Wha..that's nonsense. You do more for me and this farm than you could possibly know." You cupped his face, feeling his cheeks grow wet with fresh tears. "You feed the animals, you water any crops my sprinklers could've missed...and those pepper poppers you give me help keep my energy up in the mines so I can come home safely."

"But..I can't even microwave them right." He whined. "I wanna have the energy to cook like you do-"

"What do you mean?" You frowned. "Last week, you made me a killer omelet when I went to bed angry over a Pepper Rex burning my favorite cardigan."

Shane blinked, searching his foggy brain for that memory, before it dawned on him that he actually DID wake up extra early to surprise you with an omelet he cooked on the stove. Made from Charlie's eggs, of course.

"Ah, that's right..well...I guess I'm good at some things.." He sniffled, slowly calming down.

You chuckled softly, thumbing away the rest of his tears, your fingers brushing over his scruff. He recently shaved it, but it grew back rather quickly--like a crop infused with deluxe growth fertilizer.

"You're good at being my partner, and keeping me company after a long day." You kissed him in the lips. "I love you, Shane. Nothing will change that, even if you have relapses."

"I love you, too..and 'm sorry. I just had this really bad nightmare, and I couldn't fight the urge tonight."

"I understand, I'm not angry." Bringing him back into a hug, you sighed as he squeezed you tightly. "Did you wanna talk about it? I know it's late but..I'm sure it'll help us both."

"...you promise not to laugh?"

"I promise."

"I..had a nightmare you divorced me."

"Huh..really?"

"Yeah, you filed the papers behind my back and said some...pretty hurtful stuff, like how it's "the best 50,000 gold you've ever spent", how what we had was just "a fling", and...how I'm leeching off of you." The longer he went on, the more he struggled to swallow back further tears. "And..you took the pendant back by force. With that dagger you always keep on you."

"....."

"I-It's stupid, but it...just felt so real. And when I woke up and you didn't come back from the mines yet, I thought maybe..it actually happened."

"Shane." You shook your head, leaning back again to bring his face into your hands. "No way would I EVER put that much gold towards something that stupid. This farmwork..it's so much to one person to handle, and I'm forever grateful you're here to help me. You're doing your best, and that's all I could ever ask for."

"Thank you.." He nodded, finally realizing that what he dreamed was nothing more than a ridiculous nightmare.

You smiled and kissed him again, making this one last a bit longer before you pulled away. "I'll get you some water, okay? I don't want my baby to have a hangover in the morning."

Shane sheepishly returned the smile, allowing you to get up and go to the kitchen, while he got comfortable in bed and patiently waited for your return. His hand went to the pendant on his chest, relieved it was still there.

Even though you were probably dead-tired from the mines..you still took the time to care for him when he hit another low. You didn't see him as a chore or a leech on your life.

You saw him as your husband, your soulmate..someone you were willing to love through thick and thin even when some days were harder than others.

Of course, his depression might tell him otherwise, and manifest those insecurities into nightmares.

But you'll still be here for him no matter what.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Hugo Lowell at The Guardian:

Donald Trump has said that he has instructed the justice department to fire any remaining US attorneys installed by the previous administration, in an apparent move to stamp out political appointees of Joe Biden who might resist having Trump’s agenda guide prosecutorial decisions.

“I have instructed the termination of ALL remaining ‘Biden Era’ US Attorneys,” Trump wrote in a Truth Social post on Tuesday. “We must ‘clean house’ IMMEDIATELY, and restore confidence. America’s Golden Age must have a fair Justice System – THAT BEGINS TODAY!” The dismissal of US attorneys after a change in administration is typical, although the Trump administration has been unusually aggressive in pushing for mass firings across the board as opposed to asking for their resignations shortly after the new president takes office. It also comes as Trump’s attorney general, Pam Bondi, and acting deputy attorney general, Emil Bove, have moved to implement the administration’s political agenda at the justice department and their vision of the unitary executive theory, where the president directs all cabinet-level agencies. In recent days, Bove, as the number two official overseeing day-to-day operations, pushed through the dismissal of the corruption case against the New York City mayor, Eric Adams, pending a review of the case by Trump’s pick to run the US attorney’s office in Manhattan once he is confirmed by the Senate.

Donald Trump orders the mass firings of all Biden-appointed US attorneys in a power grab.

[thehistoriccemetery]

Companions with a Temporarily Blinded Reader

Featuring Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, Minthara, and Jaheira

Listen I know this probably isn’t how curses work, but we’re just gonna suspend a bit of disbelief here. It’s what worked most conveniently with my idea.

After a rather tense and extensive battle, you are left cursed and unable to see. Luckily, the curse is temporary, but neither you nor your companions know that quite yet…

Shadowheart (and Isobel and Dame Aylin)

Shadowheart takes your face into her hands. The sheer terror on your face lets her know something is deeply wrong. Your eyes dart around, never meeting hers.

“Hey, look at me. You’re okay. Just focus on me,” she attempts to soothe you, but as your panic only escalates, she realizes. “You can’t see me.”

You shake your head frantically. You had hoped it was just a thick fog that would dissipate after your enemies fell. But, given that she can see you, this is clearly a different problem.

A quick investigation with her arcane knowledge tells her this is a curse, but she can’t decipher any more than that.

She asks Karlach if she could carry you back to the Elfsong, but opts for leading you herself when her request is met with a whine and squeeze of her wrist from you. You want her and no one else right now.

When you return to the Elfsong, Shadowheart gathers Isobel and Dame Aylin for a deeper look. If there was ever a situation where it was best to have three Selunites as your best friends, it was right now.

It was Isobel who discovered the nature of the curse. It would wear off in a couple of hours and your sight would be restored by morning.

Aylin insisted she carry you to bed, and you agreed under the condition Shadowheart would follow close behind.

When you all arrived in your room, Shadowheart sat on the bed next to you and you begged her to stay with you all night. She agreed without hesitation.

You even agreed to let Isobel come in at some points during the night to look over you and see how the curse was progressing.

You weren’t much able to sleep, but with Shadowheart gently caressing your back, you were able to calm down quite a bit.

Lae’zel

As soon as she realizes you can’t see, she throws you over her shoulders and carries you back to the inn.

You are deposited onto the ground in front of Shadowheart, who didn’t join today’s adventure.

Lae’zel leaves her with one instruction: “Fix them. Quickly.”

Lae’zel leaves the room before the curse is even discovered to be a temporary curse that will lift with time. You can hear her footsteps outside the room as she paces the hallways.

She comes in about 30 minutes later, asking if you had been cured. When Shadowheart explains the situation she scoffs and leaves again to continue her anxious pacing.

She continues to come in every 15-30 minutes asking if you are better yet. She eventually swaps out the pacing for sharping her weapons on the whetstone out front.

The entire inn complained of the never ending grinding noise that continued on all night. By the time your vision was properly restored, even Gale’s blunt quarterstaff was sharpen into a point.

Karlach

When Karlach finds you blinded and curled up in the middle of the empty battlefield, she really has to try and keep herself calm. She races over to you and kneels on the ground next to you.

You feel the heat radiating off her body before she speaks. “Karlach?” You reach your arms out towards the heat, terrified when you don’t reach far enough and find nothing more than air.

“Yes baby, it’s me, I’m here,” she stammers trying to keep herself from tears for your sake. She places her hands in yours and scrambles towards you. “Are you okay?” She asks, surprised to find no obvious wounds.

Tears pour from your eyes as you shake your head. “Karlach I can’t see you. I can’t see… I can’t…” you cry on the verge of full blown panic.

She pulls you into her arms, looking into your terrified eyes. Your arms flail around, tracing what you know to be her body. Each identifiable feature eases your mind ever so slightly. This is your Karlach, everything will be okay.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. We… we’re gonna get you home, okay?” she attempts to soothe you while keeping her own breath in check. “I’m gonna take care of you. I know you’re scared, but I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”

You lay your head against her chest, listening to the clack of her engine. You wrap your hands around the straps of her armor, feeling like you might fly away if you don’t hold on tight.

When you arrive at the inn, Shadowheart, Halsin, and Gale are already in your room. They had already heard what happened and are ready to find a solution.

You hold her tight, and, in turn, she holds you tight against her chest. Even when Halsin motions for her to lay you down on the bed, she shakes her head and wraps an arm protectively around yours.

Halsin looks to Gale who shrugs and then to Shadowheart who also shrugs. “Very well,” he said finally. “I must take a look at them but you can hold them while I do so.”

Karlach sits down on the bed, keeping a close eye on Halsin as he looks you over.

“They have been cursed. Luckily, seeing that the caster is dead, the curse should fade with time. They will be back to normal by morning,” Halsin concludes.

Karlach smiles and kisses your face. “You hear that bub? By morning you’ll be right as rain.”

Still terrified, you keep your face buried against Karlach’s chest. But you mumble out a quick “thank you Halsin.”

“They’re likely still a bit… disoriented. I would tell you to keep them close, but I see you need no instruction on that,” he smiles softly. “We’ll give you some privacy.”

After they all leave, you sit up on Karlach’s lap. You trace her body, drawing lines between her vents, dragging your finger down the tip of her nose, feeling her horn all the way to the very tip. It makes you feel better, like the world isn’t so different from how you remember.

She spends the night letting you orient her and yourself in whichever way feels best for you. You end up asleep entirely on top of her, head still pressed against her glowing chest.

Minthara

Minthara has actually dealt with her fair share of blindings before, as blindness is a common side effect of poison.

Typically, such blindness is permanent, and is taken care of with a knife to the throat. It would be seen as disrespectful to keep the blinded alive with such an affliction.

But as she looks into your vulnerable, terrified eyes glazed over with cursed blindness and she can’t bring herself to even think about hurting you.

“Minthara?” You call out weakly. “Anyone? Is anyone there?” You fall to your knees. You have no idea how the battle ended or what is happening. Is anyone else still alive? Are you still alive?

“I am with you,” she says, gently reaching out to touch your chin. You grab at her arm, your only tie to any part of reality aside from the ground. Typically Minthara would lecture you for seeking so desperately for her contact, but she will allow it just this once.

She leads you back to the Elfsong, arm wrapped protectively around your side and one of her hands in yours. She’s gentle with her commands, gently pulling you around when it’s clear you’ve been overwhelmed with “left” and “right”s.

When you both get back, she allows the Selunites to look over you while she prepares your bed.

She is so relieved to learn it’s a temporary curse that would be gone by morning. She did not yet know what she would do if the affliction was permanent. She is glad she will never have to make the decision.

When she returns you to your bed, you realize it is full of all the softest and most comfortable linens Baldur’s Gate has to offer. She explains that normally such frivolous things would be unnecessary, but with one of your senses down she wanted to make sure you could find comfort in the sense you did have.

She sits next to you and holds your hand while you fall asleep, smiling softly as you wiggle around under the soft blankets.

Jaheira

Your chest rapidly heaves as you look around the battlefield and find yourself blinded. You wordlessly scream into the emptiness.

Jaheira approaches you, still in her beast form from combat. You feel as soft fur fades into her robes against your hands.

You cry out in relief when you hear her voice tell you the battle is over.

When you tell her you can’t see she recognizes the curse immediately, gently reassuring you that it will be lifted soon with time.

She wild shapes into an owlbear, beckoning you onto her back. You lie down against her with your arms out around her neck for support. You immediately begin to calm down, feeling grounded by the full body contact.

She gently wiggles you off her back when you arrive back at the inn, allowing her to return to her half-elf form.

She doesn’t spend the night pampering you, but everything you ask for, she does for you.

It helps you feel grounded when she touches you, so she pulls you into her lap and wraps her arms around you.

It helps when she talks to you so she spends the night reading to you and telling you stories until you fall asleep.

You ask her to sing to you, but she chuckles, and simply says “no.”

[accio-victuuri]

xiao zhan - concept/themes behind the songs released today track 2-5

1."Us"/We

As civilization has developed, we have continued to progress. Everyone seems to live within the norms of secular morality, following suit, hoping to uphold kindness and strive to be a universal "good person". But no matter at which stage we are at, we will inevitably experience all kinds of things. How can we maintain our tenacious vitality and be an undefeated "good person"?

2."All the Same"

The long river of life is like a street, you and I are all travelers, coming and going in a hurry. Nine out of ten things in life are not satisfactory. Maybe we used to be confused, lonely, and unable to see the direction. Everyone who has hesitated and stayed for a short time, the troubles and happiness, are actually "all the same". After self-dissolution, with the exploration and thinking of self-possibilities, we still have to move forward. Pause for a short time, but don't stop.

3."Restore"

We often dress ourselves up in an impeccable shell, arm ourselves, and hide our weaknesses. Under the masks of various shapes and colors, there are pasts that have been beaten and polished. People who are wrapped up in the past hide their scars and are accustomed to saying one thing and thinking another. Face the truest feelings in our hearts, do not escape, and learn to accept ourselves. Give "me" back to me and become a better "me".

4."Fluorescence"

The "firefly" in the night light, although weak, is still a reliable light. How similar are all living beings. Through the screens, the "fireflies" that once faintly emitted light have gathered together, gradually entered the public's field of vision, and lit up their own world. In the interaction with the world again and again, I balance the proud me, pursue the unknown me, and encourage the helpless me. The whole song uses pedals, breathing, strings and other elements, and also presents a piano sound with a strong woody feel in the performance, as if there are sparks from charcoal burning in the fire. Just as the song says, even the faintest glow can become an indispensable light that illuminates the darkness.

[opultea]

Where’s My Kiss? - 2

Genshin men see you kiss something, and can’t help but want one for themselves… ft. Gorou, Wanderer

GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Romantic - Drabbles - Fluff, Angst w/ fluff ending (Wanderer) - SFW (very slightly suggestive at the end of Gorou's)

Word Count: 1.6k

Part 1 - ft. Dottore, Zhongli

Guest Staring - Tawara! Camp dog of the Watastumi Resistance. (Featured in the 2023 birthday art for Gorou, check it out if you haven't seen it!)

Gorou

The finality of the hard won end to the Vision Hunt Decree was an event celebrated by all of Inazuma, most of all the resistance of Watatsumi. Although despite the relief and happiness that the peace brought, there was also the struggle of readjustment. It was not easy coming down from the high tensions of war, and the army still had soldiers in excess. Many now contributed to the last relief efforts for struggling communities, and as reconnaissance units. This was the very task you and a very special operations officer were undertaking at present.

Tawara scouted ahead as you secured the empty battlefield. Many war torn plains were left with lasting remains of equipment and resources, of which you and your trusty camp dog were tasked with retrieving. Her Excellency wished to put the war in the past, and to move forward, there couldn’t be such reminders of the horrors endured during the time.

“Tawara! Where are you boy?” You called, hoping the sweet shiba hadn’t gone too far. A yip in the distance helped your eyes find the pup stood atop a small hill where the enemy camp would have been.

This particular battlefront had little left of the war, only a few broken weapons and cracked armour plates that weren’t considered worth salvaging when the camp was first emptied. You took stock of how much still lay in the field so you could get an accurate gauge of how many soldiers it would take to clean it up for good.

Tawara zipped down the hill and over to you, pressing his paw to your shin to gain your attention. Looking down, you smiled at the pup and the dendrobium he held in his mouth.

“For me?” Tawara carefully dropped the bloom at your feet and barked cheerfully, sitting and awaiting your reaction expectantly. “Aw, aren’t you just the sweetest,”

You knelt down and cooed at the camp dog’s cuteness, squishing his fluffy cheeks in your hands, causing Tawara’s tail to wag wildly behind him.

Plucking the dendrobium off the ground, you inspected the deep red bloom before your gaze drifted across the still-dead grass of the field. New shoots of green could be seen dotting the dry dirt, but there was no mistaking the ground flattened by the feet of soldiers. Perhaps Her Excellency would approve planting some dendrobiums in the field to restore and improve the area.

“You’re a true genius Tawara,” you smiled, smoothing the fur on his head with a well-deserved pat. You went a step further with your affections, clasping Tawara's face in your hands again to press a gentle kiss on his left and then his right ear, before landing one on his snout. You laughed as the pup licked your cheek in return.

Little did you know that another loving pupper was watching the whole affair with unidentified jealousy and a fluttering heart.

Gorou had been notified of your mission long before you set out to complete it, being the general. Although he admittedly preferred when the actions assigned to you could be carried out alongside him, or at least within the campgrounds. Being apart was never easy, even when he knew you would return eventually.

Today Gorou had been lucky enough to finish his reports early and decided that his free time may as well have been used to help you with your mission. He had no doubt in your abilities, but Gorou tended to miss you quickly, so you often received a helping hand from the doggy general even when you didn't need one.

Rounding the hill close to the old front, Gorou felt a streak of unease being back in a place where he had fought so viscously, but it was all washed away as soon as he saw you. His tail began to sway as he approached, watching you smile and interact with Tawara. Then he saw it.

Gorou’s left and then right ear twitched in unison with your kisses, his mouth agape and face flushed. You had never kissed his ears before. The general's ears continued to twitch as he imagined your lips touching them, the images in his mind sending another round of fluttering to his heart.

As Gorou stood frozen and red hot at the edge of the field, Tawara eventually noticed him, barking in recognition and bounding over to greet his superior officer. You followed closely behind, equally happy to find that your boyfriend had come to see you.

"Gorou! Done with your work already?" He didn't hear your question until he shook himself from his stupor. "You okay honey? You're all red,"

"Y-yes!" The confusion on your face caused Gorou's pause, his body fidgeting and eyes trying to latch onto something that could ground his thoughts. "I just, umm... do you think I could... no, never mind."

"Gorou," you gently took his cheek in your hand, placing the other on his chest. "We've talked about this; you know I'll never judge you for anything,"

Ears coming to lay on his head Gorou nodded, still blushing wildly as he finally found the courage to make his request.

"Could you... kiss my ears?"

You cooed quietly, heart overflowing with love for your sweet partner but trying not to embarrass him further. Taking his hands in your own, you kiss Gorou's ears twice each, trying not to giggle at the way they twitched each time.

As you brought yourself away, Gorou whimpered faintly, likely not on purpose.

"Come on, let's head back to camp. I have a report to give for this reconnaissance mission, and you have more kisses to gain, perhaps somewhere more private?"

You smiled demurely as Gorou blushed, swiftly nodding his head and following you and Tawara back to the camp with anticipation.

Wanderer

Now renowned scholar ‘Hat Guy’ was currently in class, despite his vehement protests towards attending formal lectures, leaving you alone in the home to tidy up the shared space.

Lesser Lord Kusanali had seen your relationship bloom since the beginning, before even either of you had seen it. She was immensely pleased that the previously misanthropic puppet had grown to love another, and once informed of the official announcement of your relationship, she generously allowed the Wanderer to move from the Sanctuary Surasthana to a home of her choosing close by. It was a quaint and quiet home, but both of you cherished the space. It was a place you could just be together, and need nothing more. Because of this, you took great pride in making sure the home remained a place of respite, and so liked to keep it tidy.

Deciding to start with the laundry, you gathered a basket and went to the bedroom to gather anything in need of washing. Humming a little to yourself, you plucked the pillows off the bed, thinking of washing the cases, when a little thud on the ground came as you lifted your partners pillow.

Curious, you knelt to inspect the thing that had fallen. What was he hiding in his pillow? Kuni certainly wasn’t the type to believe in improving his sleep by hiding trinkets under his head. However, what you discovered made you gasp. On the floor lay the tiny cotton doll resembling Kunikuzushi, its beaded eyes reflecting its obvious displeasure with having taken such a fall.

Tenderly, you took the doll in your hand and stroked its head as you would with Kunikuzushi. Why was it here? You had only ever seen the doll once or twice when Kunikuzushi had readjusted his sleeves or changed shirts, but you knew that he always carried the cotton companion with him. Running your hand gently across the doll, you felt a snag on its back. Turning it over revealed a tear in the seam, a puff of cotton poking out its spine.

“Oh, poor thing,” you muttered, rising slowly while you cradled the doll like a babe. “Let’s get you patched up.”

Collecting a sewing kit from the drawer and sitting carefully on the edge of the bed, you let the doll rest on your lap as you prepared. Gently, as if it could feel your stitching, you mended the fabric. You smiled as you steadily sewed. It made you happy to think you could help Kuni this way, even if he had tried to hide the issue under his pillow.

Kuni has always been private, even with your long-standing relationship it wasn’t easy for him to show such vulnerability. But this doll was his vulnerability, a piece of him he showed almost no one. It was fulfilling to aid it.

Pulling the thread tight, you tied it off and admired your handy work, turning the doll over to greet it again,

“There, all better.” You landed a tender kiss on the top of its head, sealing all your love and care into its plush fabric.

A small choke brought your head up, allowing you to see your partner standing in the doorway, a rare kind of apprehension etched upon him. Your eyes caught each others, astir in stagnant bodies. Kunikuzushi's hand trembled on the doorframe, mouth open as if trying to form words he didn't know.

Through the silence, you lifted a slow hand, extended and opened with a hopeful invitation. The puppet approached, taking your hand and the seat beside you. No words were spoken as you gently lowered his head into your lap, letting his body lie across the bed and his arms wrap around the mended doll. As tears began to shake from Kunikuzushi’s face, you leaned down to press kisses to his head, caressing his hair and allowing him to finally feel the pain and vulnerability that had always ached in the space where his heart should have been.

"Thank you, for daring to love all of me," The shaking whisper stirred the greatest sense of care in your heart.

"You have never deserved anything less,"

The response brought him to sit up, clasping his body around yours as he continued to wring tears into your shoulder.

Perhaps it was not often that Kunikuzushi showed his vulnerability, but you could never stand to mind. Not when these tender moments were so treasured. Besides, you knew well that you would take anything he gave you. You were ready to love it all.

[blackstarlineage]

Why Fathers Are Crucial for the Black Community: A Garveyite Perspective on Leadership, Nation-Building, and Black Empowerment

From a Garveyite perspective, the role of the Black father is essential for the survival, stability, and success of the Black community. Marcus Garvey emphasized discipline, self-reliance, economic independence, and leadership—all of which are deeply tied to strong Black fatherhood.

In today’s world, the system has worked to weaken, remove, and demonize Black fathers, leaving many Black families and communities without proper leadership, economic foundation, or protection. This is no accident—it is a direct attack on Black power.

Throughout history, strong Black men led revolutions, built civilizations, and protected their families and communities. When Black Fathers are absent, the Black family unit weakens, and the community suffers.

This analysis will explore:

Why fatherhood is the backbone of strong Black families and communities.

How colonialism, slavery, and systemic racism targeted Black fathers to weaken the Black race.

The consequences of fatherlessness in the Black community.

Why does the modern system work to remove Black fathers from the household.

How Garveyism provides the only real solution to restoring Black fatherhood and rebuilding the Black community.

1. Why Fatherhood Is the Backbone of Strong Black Families and Communities

A strong father is not just a provider—he is a leader, teacher, protector, and example. In Garvey’s vision for Black empowerment, the Black man is responsible for building and defending the family and community.

A. Fathers Provide Leadership and Stability

A strong father guides his children and household, ensuring discipline, structure, and vision.

He teaches self-reliance and independence, ensuring his children do not grow up dependent on white-controlled systems.

A father’s presence in the home provides emotional stability, reducing the chances of children growing up angry, insecure, or lost.

Example: African cultures traditionally had strong father figures who led the family and the village, ensuring generational success.

B. Fathers Instill Discipline and Self-Determination

Marcus Garvey believed that Black men must be strong, self-disciplined, and responsible—traits passed down from father to son.

When fathers are absent, many young Black boys lack discipline and direction, making them more likely to fall into crime, gang culture, or the prison system.

A father teaches his children to be warriors, leaders, and thinkers, preparing them to defend their family and their people.

Example: In traditional African societies, fathers trained their sons in warfare, leadership, and economics, preparing them to lead their communities.

Key Takeaway: Without strong fathers, young Black men grow up without guidance, making them more vulnerable to the traps of white supremacy.

2. How Slavery, Colonialism, and Systemic Racism Targeted Black Fathers to Weaken the Race

The attack on Black fatherhood is not new—it was strategically designed by white supremacy to weaken the Black family structure and make Black people easier to control.

A. Enslavement of Black Men and the Destruction of the Family Unit

During slavery, Black men were separated from their families, preventing them from fulfilling their role as fathers.

Enslaved Black men were forced to watch their wives and children be abused, stripping them of their ability to protect their families.

The psychological impact of slavery created a long-lasting trauma, making many Black men feel powerless in the face of systemic oppression.

Example: Enslaved African fathers who tried to defend their families were often beaten, sold away, or executed, ensuring the next generation grew up without father figures.

B. Mass Incarceration and Economic Sabotage After Slavery

After slavery, white governments used segregation, mass incarceration, and economic oppression to keep Black men from leading their families.

The War on Drugs (1970 - 1990) disproportionately targeted Black men, sending millions of fathers to prison, leaving children without male role models.

Black men were systematically denied jobs and economic opportunities, making it harder for them to provide for their families.

Example: The prison-industrial complex profits from locking up Black men, ensuring that Black children grow up without fathers while white corporations make money from prison labour.

Key Takeaway: The system fears strong Black fathers because they create strong Black families, which lead to strong Black communities.

3. The Consequences of Fatherlessness in the Black Community

When Black fathers are absent, the Black community suffers in every possible way—from crime rates to poverty to mental health struggles.

A. Increased Crime and Gang Activity

Young Black men without fathers are more likely to turn to gangs, crime, and violence as a replacement for the guidance and leadership they lack at home.

The absence of discipline and mentorship leads many young Black men to seek validation from street culture.

Example: Cities with high rates of fatherlessness (like Chicago and Baltimore) also have some of the highest rates of Black-on-Black violence.

B. Higher Poverty Rates and Economic Instability

When fathers are absent, single mothers are often forced to struggle financially, leading to higher poverty rates in Black communities.

Children raised in single-parent households are more likely to lack financial stability and educational opportunities.

Example: Studies show that Black children from two-parent households have higher incomes and better educational outcomes than those from single-parent households.

C. Psychological and Emotional Damage

Young Black men without fathers struggle with identity, confidence, and emotional stability.

Many seek father figures in destructive ways—whether through gang leaders, rappers, or athletes who do not actually care about them.

Young Black women without fathers often struggle with self-worth, leading to unhealthy relationships.

Example: Many Black boys grow up angry or lost, leading them to act out in destructive ways—while young Black girls often struggle with trust and self-esteem issues due to the absence of their fathers.

Key Takeaway: The destruction of the Black family begins with the removal of Black Fathers.

4. Why the Modern System Works to Remove Black Fathers from the Household

White supremacy has created incentives for Black fathers to be absent—because they know that a strong Black family means a strong Black nation.

A. The Welfare System and Government Dependency

Government policies reward single-mother households by providing welfare benefits ONLY if the father is absent.

Many Black families are forced to choose between financial assistance and keeping the father in the home.

Example: The 1965 “Great Society” welfare policies encouraged Black women to raise children alone, leading to a rise in single-mother households.

Key Takeaway: When Black families depend on the government instead of Black men, the Black community loses its independence.

5. How Garveyism Provides the Only Real Solution to Restoring Black Fatherhood and Rebuilding the Black Community

Marcus Garvey’s teachings offer the blueprint for rebuilding strong Black families and restoring fatherhood as the foundation of the community.

A. Black Men Must Take Responsibility for Leadership

Garveyism teaches that Black men must embrace leadership, discipline, and responsibility.

Instead of waiting for the system to change, Black fathers must reclaim their families and set the standard for future generations.

Example: Garvey’s UNIA trained Black men to be warriors, providers, and protectors, ensuring that the Black community had strong male leadership.

B. Black Families Must Reject Government Dependency

Black households must reject welfare policies that discourage fatherhood and focus on economic independence.

Building Black businesses, Black schools, and Black-owned communities ensures that Black fathers can provide for their families.

Example: Instead of depending on welfare, Black men must create businesses and industries that sustain their families and communities.

Key Takeaway: A race without strong fathers is a race that will always be controlled by outsiders.

Conclusion: Black Fatherhood Is the Foundation of Black Liberation

Without strong Black fathers, the Black community will continue to struggle.

Without leadership, discipline, and guidance, Black youth will remain lost.

Without Black families, there is no Black nation.

Strong fathers create strong families.

Strong families create strong communities.

Strong communities create a strong Black world.

It's time to build.

[deadpresidents]

Joe Biden has been one of America's most consequential presidents, as well as a dear friend and partner to me. Today, we've also been reminded — again — that he's a patriot of the highest order. Sixteen years ago, when I began my search for a vice president, I knew about Joe’s remarkable career in public service. But what I came to admire even more was his character — his deep empathy and hard-earned resilience; his fundamental decency and belief that everyone counts.

Since taking office, President Biden has displayed that character again and again. He helped end the pandemic, created millions of jobs, lowered the cost of prescription drugs, passed the first major piece of gun safety legislation in 30 years, made the biggest investment to address climate change in history, and fought to ensure the rights of working people to organize for fair wages and benefits. Internationally, he restored America’s standing in the world, revitalized NATO, and mobilized the world to stand up against Russian aggression in Ukraine.

More than that, President Biden pointed us away from the four years of chaos, falsehood, and division that had characterized Donald Trump’s administration. Through his policies and his example, Joe has reminded us of who we are at our best — a country committed to old-fashioned values like trust and honesty, kindness and hard work; a country that believes in democracy, rule of law, and accountability; a country that insists that everyone, no matter who they are, has a voice and deserves a chance at a better life.

This outstanding track record gave President Biden every right to run for re-election and finish the job he started. Joe understands better than anyone the stakes in this election — how everything he has fought for throughout his life, and everything that the Democratic Party stands for, will be at risk if we allow Donald Trump back in the White House and give Republicans control of Congress.

I also know Joe has never backed down from a fight. For him to look at the political landscape and decide that he should pass the torch to a new nominee is surely one of the toughest in his life. But I know he wouldn’t make this decision unless he believed it was right for America. It’s a testament to Joe Biden’s love of country — and a historic example of a genuine public servant once again putting the interests of the American people ahead of his own that future generations of leaders will do well to follow.

We will be navigating uncharted waters in the days ahead. But I have extraordinary confidence that the leaders of our party will be able to create a process from which an outstanding nominee emerges. I believe that Joe Biden’s vision of a generous, prosperous, and united America that provides opportunity for everyone will be on full display at the Democratic Convention in August. And I expect that every single one of us are prepared to carry that message of hope and progress forward into November and beyond.

For now, Michelle and I just want to express our love and gratitude to Joe and Jill for leading us so ably and courageously during these perilous times — and for their commitment to the ideals of freedom and equality that this country was founded on.

-- Former President Barack Obama's statement on President Biden's announcement, July 21, 2024.

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Word count: 3500+

Warnings: babies and pregnancy

Part XXX

Tamlin was sitting on sofa enjoying beautiful sunny day from private balcony of his bedchamber. Well, your bedchamber. Since the day he married you, he felt nothing but endless happiness and joy. To him everyday was like a dream. His home used to be a cold, dangerous, unwelcoming place where his own family ignored him or threatened him. With you it changed into something he never experienced, something he never dared to even dream about. Every room and hall that held bad memories turned into his favourite place full of warm rays of sun as soon as you walked through. He couldn't believe his luck, spending every minute of every day praying and thanking to the Mother for giving him such a gift.

With one leg up on the sofa, back leaning against the armrest, he held a stack of documents in one hand, the other one rested on your waist. You were settled between his legs, back leaning against his broad chest.

You were reading a book that you found in library some time ago. It was one of his mother's favourite ones, just some romance, but you couldn't put it down. Tamlin liked to watch you while you were reading, waiting for the moment you got so engrossed in the story that you stopped paying attention to your surrounding. He loved to see how your expression changed based on what you read, showing all kinds of emotions. If he didn't have so many responsibilities, he would just sit and watch you for hours without getting bored.

Since he returned to his duties, he was very busy, sometimes even leaving estate for several days to take care of issues on borders or distant corners of the Spring Court. This Court was completely ruined and it was pretty hard to restore it back to its original state. No need to say that Tamlin decided to take advantage of this opportunity and change things he didn't like. Because not all of the traditions and rules that previous High Lords established, were good. On top of that whole Prythian was slowly changing thanks to all new young High Lords with dreams or rather visions of better future. Tamlin wanted the same for his Court. And he did really good job so far.

Villages, cities and roads between them were repaired and rebuilt, new rules gave hope to all, whether poor or rich, for better tomorrow. Hearing about all the changes, not only original inhabitants of this beautiful country had came back, a lot of new Faes decided to move in here, too.

So as could be seen, High Lord of Spring had his hands full. However, whenever he could, he spent as much time as possible with you, even when he was working. Just like now. Your presence made him feel better whenever he felt down and you did your best to support him and help him with his duties.

Tamlin put down documents he was holding, on the table that he moved closer to the sofa for this purpose and took another one. He quickly skimmed it with his eyes.

"Little rose, your brother wants to see you. He's coming today's afternoon," he informed you.

"Really?" You put your book down, looking up at him with smile. You hadn't heard from Rhys much since the wedding. You were so worried. Lately he started to at least write you more often, but his letters were hectic and none of them explained what's going on. Tamlin seemed to know something though. When you were trying to get it out of him, he just declared that he promised to not speak about it. So you could only wait for your brother to tell you the reason.

Tamlin gently kissed your forehead, nuzzling to your hair and rubbed your belly. "He wants you to officially meet someone," he breathed out and handed you the letter to read.

"Do you know who could it be?"

"I have a certain idea, but I might be wrong," he laughed. His other arm wrapped around you, tugging you closer, so he could reach your lips.

You moaned to his mouth, turning over to him. Your hand slipped down to his crotch and to the bulge you felt there.

Pulling away he sighed. "I still have a few documents that I have to go through. Tonight," he promised and pecked your cheek.

"I already can't wait," you muttered, resting your head in the crook of his neck so you could drown yourself in his rich scent.

You smiled. "Will we tell them?" you asked after a while.

Tamlin frowned. "I'm not sure. I think that we should wait a bit longer," he said uncertainly. "Until it's safe."

You pursed your lips.

"But if you want," he added quickly. "Maybe we could wait to see who they'll bring with them and then decide."

"That sounds great," you smiled, satisfied. Your husband was a decisive male as you recently found out, even harsh in some ways, and he definitely knew how to get his way. A soldier indeed. But when it came to you, he had a soft spot for you and never tried to push you into something you didn't like or want, and rather let you make your own choices.

The morning passed quickly and just as was stated in his letter, Rhysand came on time. And he wasn't alone. Feyre was standing right beside him with a small bundle in her arms. The bundle moved and small voice echoed through the hall. You gaped at them in awe. Tamlin watched you with interest with a hardly there smile.

Rhys proudly grinned seeing your expression. He took the bundle from Feyre and together they stepped closer. "Y/N, Tamlin, I'd love to introduce you Nyx, our son."

A small fist flew out of the blanket and little baby made a satisfied sound. Apparently he didn't like to be swaddled much.

"Hello," you cooed at him offering him a finger. He immediately grabbed on it and giggled. It was a lovely baby with tuft of dark fine hair and tan skin of his father, and bright blue eyes inherited from his mum.

"So this is what you were hiding," you said softly holding Nyx's hand and gently rubbing his soft skin with thumb.

"Well," Rhys suddenly got serious. "It was quite a complicated situation." The blanket disappeared and you spotted a small pair of black wings on Nyx's back.

You gasped. It was well known that it was impossible for females who didn't have at least pinch of Illyrian blood, to give birth to baby with such wings. There weren't many cases of Illyrian male choosing female outside of the camps, but when it happened and female got pregnant, it usually ended with her and baby's death.

Your eyes shot up to Feyre, looking at her carefully. She was little bit pale and tired, but otherwise she seemed to be fine.

"How..?" You couldn't finish your sentence.

"Well, it wasn't exactly easy," Feyre smiled sadly and waved her hand. "It's quite a long story, maybe we should rather skip that. It's nothing interesting, really."

"And bloody one. You almost died," Rhys grunted. Now you understood why he looked so bad when you saw him the last time. He was desperately looking for a way to save his mate and unborn child. Even if he asked you, you couldn't help them, but he could at least confide with his worries.

"But thanks to Nesta, it didn't happen," Feyre gave him a look. "She came just in time and used whatever powers she snatched from Cauldron to safe me and Nyx."

Your shoulders slumped and you turned to your brother. "So that was what worried you? Can you imagine how much worried I have been, knowing that there is something going on and you don't want to tell me about it? If I knew we could tried to help you looking for a solution together."

"I told Tamlin and asked him for help. I didn't want you to be involved in this. I didn't want to stain your happiness. After everything that happened to you, you deserve it more than anything."

"Do you think I could be happy if someone from my family died without me even knowing there was something going on?" You hissed.

Angry, you turned to your husband to confirm that he really knew about this.

Tamlin next to you cleared his throat, obviously feeling uncomfortable. "It's true. He told me the day we informed him about our engagement. I tried to help and transform the wings before the birth but it didn't work."

Feyre's brows knitted together. Apparently she didn't know that he visited Velaris and tried to save her. Neither did you.

You narrowed eyes on him. You clearly remembered when he told you that he knew what was going on in Night Court, but that he promised not to tell you. You really shouldn't be angry with him but only with your brother because it was his doing, but still you were a bit angry.

Feyre noticed the change of mood and came with different topic.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry I missed your wedding. I've heard it was beautiful and I'd love to learn more details later if you don't mind. I hope the two of you are truly happy."

"Yes, we are very happy," Tamlin was faster and answered in a reserved voice, pulling you closer to his side. He was trying to be polite and smiled at her, but you felt tips of his claws looming under his skin.

It was the first time he paid her any attention. Since they came, Tamlin didn't as much as looked in her direction. It must have been hard for him to meet her in person again after everything that happened between them. Feyre also seemed to have problems to look directly at him.

She stepped a bit forward and cleared her throat.

"It's okay if you say no, Tamlin, but could we have a word? It will be quick, I promise," Feyre bit on her bottom lip.

He didn't need to ask for permission, yet he did it anyway. Tamlin looked down at you and fingers of his hand on your hip clenched into your loose dress. You squeezed his hand, nodding. He leaned in and kissed you before he left with Feyre. Whatever it was, you hoped they could solve it and find it in them to at least forgive each other. You liked your brother and Feyre, and you'd really like for both of your families to meet up from time to time and enjoy those moments together. You watched them until they turned around the corner and then turned to your brother and small Nyx who seemed to feel so comfortable in arms of his father that he fell asleep.

"You really could have said something," you said in small voice trying not to wake up the baby, watching his lovely face.

"I'm sorry. I- I just.. I was so scared," He admitted, watching his son with love. "I couldn't even imagine loosing them, living without them. I felt that when I tell you, it'd be definite, ultimate, that there would be no hope left."

You huffed. "Why even bother to imagine such things. You wouldn't have to live without them. You would die together with them," you sighed heavily, tears stinging your eyes. The realisation of how close you were to loosing your brother suddenly hit you.

"You remember," he snorted.

"Of course, I do. You gamble with your own life. I understand why you two did what you did, but still. Imagine she would have really died with you following after her soon. What would happen with Night Court?"

At that moment, Tamlin and Feyre came back, saving Rhysand from answering. You breathed a sigh of relief when they seemed to feel somehow more comfortable in each others presence. You were sure Tamlin would tell you what they talked about later. He stepped to you, kissed you with a soft smile and his hand once again found its place on your hip.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing interesting, really. Just some siblings nonsense."

"I see. It seems someone was so bored that he fell asleep," he nodded to little baby, now sleeping in Feyre's arms.

You chuckled. "Do you want to tell them?"

"And you?" He asked carefully, already knowing your response in advance.

You nodded and Tamlin sighed.

"Tell us what?" Rhysand asked, always the curious one.

Tamlin just waved his hand and your scent filled the room.

"You are.." Rhys gasped, utter shock on his face.

"Pregnant?" Feyre finished for him with big smile. If she didn't hold Nyx, she would run to you and squeeze you in tight hug. "Congratulations! How far are you?"

"Well, baby is due in two months or so," you announced, smoothing your dress so they could see the rather small bump you had. Tamlin's other hand immediately lifted to your belly in a protective way. You both were worried at first, expecting that in this stage of pregnancy you would be already so big that it would be impossible to hide it. However healer assured you everything was okay and explained you that the baby was just in a very good position.

Your brother's face changed from pale to red.

"Two..? What?! So soon? Why you haven't said anything? That's your doing," Rhys spew words.

Feyre put her hand on his chest. "It's wonderful news," she told him in calm but a bit scary way. "You should be happy you'll be uncle and congratulate them, honey."

Rhys took a deep breath, thinking it over. Then he stepped closer to you and Tamlin growled. "It's my sister. I won't hurt her," he declared with narrowed eyes.

Tamlin seemingly still didn't like the idea of any male in your proximity, but he released you. Rhysand stepped even closer and carefully watching your husband, he slowly pulled you into a hug.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, for my previous reaction," he whispered to you softly. "I'm just.. surprised. I didn't expect my baby sister to grow up so soon, but I'm really happy for you and hope that everything will go smoothly. I can't wait to meet my little niece or nephew."

"Thank you," you whispered back, feeling easier, now, when even he knew about it.

Two months later

Tamlin ran across the gardens and up the stairs taking three at a time, swearing under his breath. He knew that he shouldn't have left. Nothing would happen if he postponed the visit of the farthest point of borders where they had some minor problem with supplies. He felt it coming, but you convinced him that it would be fine and you wouldn't give birth any time soon. Not even half a day had passed since he bid you farewell and you were fine back then, full of energy. The Mother had to hate him for some reason now.

As soon as he got the message, he ran all the way back. It was a big day and he didn't want to miss it by any chance. He knew that giving birth wasn't an easy task and he wanted to be there for you no matter what.

Heaving heavily and all sweaty he finally abruptly stopped before the double doors of your bedchamber. Something was amiss. He hadn't noticed it before as he hurried through halls, but the whole manor was quiet, too quiet. There should have been some kind of commotion, maids running around, screams or a baby cry. With a bad feeling and shaky hands he pushed the doors open wide. Small healer who took care of you during the whole pregnancy, emerged out as if she was waiting behind the doors for him, startling him and closed the doors behind her.

"Milord," old fae bowed. "You are late."

He swallowed hard around the lump that rose in his throat, his heart painfully squeezed and sank down. "Late? What do you mean by that?" His voice was hoarse, thick with panic. "Where is my wife? How is she? And what about the baby?"

The healer raised her hands as if trying to calm a startled animal. "Everything is okay, Milord. Milady and the baby are both healthy and fine. They are resting now."

Tamlin breathed a sigh of relief, running hand through his hair. It took him a moment to calm down his rapid heartbeat. He was in acute need of something to lean against or at least a gulp of strong alcohol. He had never felt so relieved in his entire life.

"Let me congratulate you to a healthy baby girl, Milord," healer smiled.

"A baby girl? I have a daughter?" Tamlin's eyes filled with tears of joy. His knees buckled and he almost fell down. He had to lean against the doorframe, taking another moment to process the information. "Can I see them?"

"Of course, Milord," healer bowed again, holding the doors open for him.

Nervously he stepped in and the healer closed the doors behind him. It was so quiet inside. On shaky legs he crossed the sitting room and stopped in the alcove leading to the bedroom. The door was wide open.

You were in bed, back rested against pillows. You looked so tired, but it wasn't what stopped him. It was a sight of you holding the little baby, your finger gently caressing chubby pink cheek. You were smiling down so softly at your daughter that his breath caught in his throat and Tamlin fell to his knees, momentarily overwhelmed by the emotions. His girls. The perfect picture of you two had engraved deep into his heart. Maybe some day he could ask Feyre to paint it for him. He already knew where he would hung it: to his office so he could have you two in sight even when he had to spend some time separated from you.

That's when Tamlin felt it.

All this time he was waiting, certain that you were the one, but it never happened, not until this very moment. It didn't snap for him when he proposed and you said yes nor when he saw you in that beautiful wedding dress walking toward him, not even when you spent your very first night together. It didn't really matter whether you were his mate or not, he was already so happy with you. You already were his soulmate whether the Mother blessed you two or not.

However, all it needed, was just to see you with your baby girl in arms. The bond had finally snapped for him and his stone heart came to life, moving. For the very first time in his long life he felt his heart beating, really beating, not only its echo. It was quite painful at first and he clenched the shirt on his chest in the shock, but with every beat it slowly got better and pain soon disappeared.

"I knew it," he sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You are mine. Mine."

Finally, you noticed him and looked up. You were surprised to see him on his knees, but you smiled nonetheless. "I've always been yours. Just as you are mine."

Tamlin crawled to the bed, impatient to see his daughter. His fingers trembled as he reached out, gently squeezing her tiny hand in his.

"I'm so sorry I missed it. I wanted to be here with you." He couldn't stop the tears. The little baby in your arms whom he loved so dearly even before he laid his eye at her, immediately won his heart anew. There was no way he wouldn't love her. She was perfect, a small version of you except of the hair as he could assume by few hairs that he saw.

"You are here now," you snuggled to his side. "Would you like to hold her?"

Little girl frowned as she left her mothers arms and shifted in discomfort. Tamlin expected her to start crying, but she only looked up at him with bright green eyes, yawned and again fell asleep.

Tamlin smiled as he brought her closer to his face. She smelled like you and the baby soap he had prepared for her. Small hand came to his cheek, tiny fingers trying to find something to grip on. He offered her his finger and she immediately grabbed it. Her pinky lips curled into a smile.

"She's perfect," Tamlin breathed out, unable to take his eyes off of her. "Thank you for this gift, my love. Thanks to you I'm the happiest male that ever walked this world. I love you so much."

He leaned in, giving all his gratitude into a kiss and sending a wave of love down the bond. You wrapped your arms around his neck, surge of need to be close to him overcoming you. However, the small bundle of joy between your bodies, didn't like it a bit. The both of you laughed out and snuggling together watched your little miracle.

That night Tamlin slept a deep peaceful sleep, holding both his beloved girls on his chest close to his beating heart.

Note: This was the last part (until I learn to write some good smut👀)of for now the longest story I've ever written. It was a long journey, but I had a lot of fun and learnt a ton of new things. Thanks to this story I also met a lot of new people here who are very kind and I'm very grateful for that. I'd like to thank all of you who stuck with me until the end. Hopefully you enjoyed it. This story wouldn't be what it is without you, your comments and questions, and your support. Thank you so much😘💕

And I very hope to meet you again in a new Eris' series🤞🥹🤞

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