#got in touch just as we were graduating high school and bonded soooooo much over our shared love for metal

[nohkalikai]

crazy 2 see one of my classmates frm middle school post only deftones covers on her channel and get popular enough to show up on the first page of results. and they're all so beautiful and she does them so well. but i cannottttt get it out of my head that her views are so fiercely right wing, that she's hindutvadi, that she's cut off all the rest of us who used to be such close friends w each other.

[princessdevy03]

Tumblr Drabble!!!!

Author’s Note: It’s been TWO YEARS this month that I started writing for the KevEdd fandom, and that means we gotta visit my first BIG story that kickstarted my madness that you all love and enjoy apparently.

So here’s something NEW just for Tumblr that I got from a story on Twitter about a senior citizen who’s the Grandpa of his local hospital’s NICU.

We all need to be loved and touched. I hope you find yours.

Love ya!

Here’s a bit more show…

Promises To Keep, Promises Kept: Healing Hands

Edd looked up at the man standing in the doorway to his kitchen and flashed him a smile.

“How was work?”

Kevin shrugged as Edd slid a coffee cup in his direction and said, “They’re all still here, so there’s that.”

“Dinner won’t be done for another twenty minutes,” Edd said with a nod as he turned the temperature on his slow cooker from High to Low, knowing that Kevin would talk about it when he was ready.

“What is it?” Kevin asked as he stood over his husband’s shoulder and peered at the fogged up lid hiding what was inside the pot.

“Chicken chili and I need to get started on the cornbread so move,” Edd grinned as he shoved a whining Kevin out of the kitchen.

Monday nights were still date nights in as they had been for the past forty years, but over the years since they got married and had kids, they would have to get creative.

When Brighton and Antonia were younger, they’d have dinner together after the kids went to bed. When the kids got older, they’d do a family night and watch the Monday Night Football game or whatever kid’s movie or TV show was trendy at the time.

But the kids were long gone and they had grandkids now.

Kevin retired five years ago and Edd’s work duties over the last ten years had moved him into an advisory role which allowed him to direct field trips at the planetarium, give talks at the local elementary schools, guest lecture at the junior college and occasionally Peach State, and spend as much free time in the lab as his lecture series and field trip duties would allow.

So while Edd was out at work, Kevin was home and bored.

Day trips on the Harley could only be taken during the warmer days, and while their home on the coast provided plenty of that, there were days where the weather would cooperate on the way out, but not back. This led to Edd picking him up in the truck and that lead to so much teasing that he became just as good as their favorite weatherman on predicting good weather days over bad. Or he would find something he knew Edd would want to come see, too, but couldn’t because of work or sometimes their friends and family. So the ride wouldn’t be as nice as he had wanted it to be. Which just wasn’t cool for the coolest guy he knew next to Edd.

Friends and family would visit often and Antonia and her family stayed in town, so they got to see her kids a lot, but he wasn’t feeling as fulfilled as he used to when he had a job.

Work wasn’t work, it was a purpose.

Helping young men stay healthy and teaching them the games he loved was something he didn’t take lightly, no matter how easy so many said he had it.

Wrangling teenage boys was not an easy task to begin with. The general horseplay, bonding with friends, and heaps of testosterone in one spot was a doozy to handle. Edd often likened it to herding cats and Kevin had to agree. Then there was the added pressure of keeping them focused when their hormones, family and societal pressures, and own insecurities had them all over the place.

But after thirty plus years, his body just couldn’t handle the cold on the football field, the heat of the ball diamond, or just trying to keep up with nearly 150 boys for a good 5 hours a day.

So he took his balls and went home.

At first he would keep up on all of their chores, but that soon became such a quick and easy task that he would damn near beg Edd to leave the house be for a couple of days to give himself something to do later. But his mysophobic husband could only barely comply with the request.

Volunteer opportunities with the graduate chapters of their college honor societies would usually happen on the weekends, still leaving him with nothing to do during the week.

And it was more of the same at the YMCA.

But then the opportunity of a second lifetime came.

He had taken their youngest granddaughter, Monica, to a regular doctor’s appointment at the hospital and overheard one of the nurses talking about how their summer volunteer group was going to all but disappear since nearly all the volunteers were students who had to go back to school in the fall, leaving them strapped during the week.

On the one hand, hospitals meant needles and the idea of seeing so many little bodies getting poked and prodded in an effort to save their young lives still terrified him.

But then he remembered all they went through to keep Brighton alive and how many volunteers stepped in to help them do it.

He felt a bit like an idiot for not thinking of this before, especially because they were always at the hospital for different charity events to help thank the people who worked so hard to keep their son alive during those first few crucial months after he was born.

But better late than never.

So he called the hospital’s charity liaison and he directed him to the couple that was in charge of the volunteers.

For the first few weeks, he was all over the place.

A few hours in the social worker’s office to try and keep children calm and distracted following an incident at home, a couple of days in the ICU bringing the hurried doctors and nurses breakfast and lunch.

But it was the week in the maternity ward that brought him to where he truly needed to be.

Delivering flowers to new moms, lunch to frantic fathers, cookies to the rushed medical staff reminded him of his own days on the floor.

So he put in a request for the NICU.

Permanently.

The high turnover on the floor could be nerve wracking because so many people come in with high hopes of sending happy, healthy children home, only for them to be dashed in hours, mere minutes because of the fragility of life.

But he knew that holding on to hope is what kept humanity going no matter how many times we lost.

Edd would make him coffee when he came home and listen to his stories of tiny babies fighting and winning and fighting but losing.

The stories would change from day to day, but the overall theme was still the same; he was on a team that played to win.

On days like today where things ended in a draw of sorts with all the patients still there, they would take a deep breath and rest and Kevin would go back the next day to fight again.

Over chicken chili and corn bread he told him about the advancements medicine had made since Brighton made his early entrance into the world.

How a tiny little intersex baby named Mel, smiled today.

How precious Renee actually got to nurse for a few minutes before just tiring out and going back to sleep.

How Taylor made it through his second heart surgery in a month.

And how twins Lynette and Lionel just might, maybe go home next week.

It reminded Edd of when Brighton was in the hospital and Kevin would spend hours in the nursery with him, meeting families like their own, holding their son and a couple of other babies for frazzled parents who just didn’t have enough arms and hands to help.

He had always told him that he would make a great father and having a kid of his own was all he ever wanted for them.

They got their wish with Antonia and raising their family together was all he could ever had hoped, wished for, or imagined.

But in giving him Brighton, Edd felt like he got to give their little part of the world the love of a McCallister lass and the hands of a Barr man it so desperately needed.

And when Kevin found it in himself to give it as well, so many were better for it.

*Ping*

Kevin looked over at his phone which was charging on their charging pad in the kitchen as Edd did the dishes and opened the new Facebook alert from Brighton.

Brighton “ Big B Man” Vincent-Barr: Papa’s back at it again! We’ll be home soon! Tristan said to save some tickles for the rest of us!

Attached to the post was another post from the hospital highlighting their various volunteers. And the one they chose for the NICU was of Kevin giving some touch therapy through an incubator to a baby that would was no bigger than his fist.

He groaned as he sat the phone face down on the counter, but no sooner had he done so, Edd snatched it up and squealed at what he saw.

“Edd.”

“Oh my God, this is soooooo cute!” He giggled. “Why didn’t he tag me?! He’s grounded,” he said as he put Kevin’s phone down, grabbed his own and shared the hospital’s post to his own page.

“Edd.”

*Ping*

Another tagged post from the hospital looked back at him and he blushed as he read the caption.

Eddward “Double Dee” Vincent-Barr: A Father’s healing touch.

“Oh, c’mon, Dee!”

“But that’s what it is!” Edd giggled as he put both of their phones down and took Kevin’s face into his hands. “We all need to be touched and touch can heal, you know that, Kev.”

Frustrated green eyes looked into his smiling own and Edd snorted.

“But why they gotta use me?” The redhead whined and Edd outright laughed.

“Because you’re cute. Duh.”

Cool hands started to warm because of the red cheeks they were caressing and Edd gave him Eskimo kisses as he said, “It’s a good thing, Kev.”

“I know,” Kevin whispered.

“You’re a great father, you’re an awesome grandfather, and an even better husband.”

Despite what he considered some poor decisions on his part his freshman year of high school, asking for Edd’s help with his studies when he did, despite Edd being a grade behind him and really not all that prepared to help, he knew he was tremendously blessed to have the man in his life.

But to hear him say that he was all those things he tried his damnedest to be in a world that sometimes would say he shouldn’t, was always an endearing compliment he couldn’t ever believe.

“Yeah?”

Edd looked into shy, disbelieving green eyes and shook his head as he gave him real smile.

“Yeah.”

Big blue eyes that never lied and a smile that was just for him.

And it was Monday.

“Wanna watch the game and makeout?”

Edd, as always, beat him to the couch.

The Kansas City Chiefs beat the Oakland Raiders 24-7. 

[meanwhileinoz]

Woman Sent Invites To The Obamas For Her Wedding And Gets Sweetest Reply

The political climate these days is incredibly polarised

The left and right didn’t see eye to eye on issues before, but now… Well, now they’re up at each other’s throats over every single thing. So it’s a nice break whenever something related to politics happens that doesn’t cause a stir. Such as how one woman sent a wedding invite to the Obama family, but got a surprise reply anyway.

The woman, Liz Whitlow, sent the invite back in March, and the Obama’s actually replied.

MY MOM DEADASS SENT THE OBAMAS A WEDDING INVITATION BACK IN MARCH AND JUST RECEIVED THIS IN THE MAIL. IM HOLLERING😂 http://pic.twitter.com/cUiRRAfrvD

— brooke. (@96_brooke) July 31, 2017

They wrote:

“Congratulations on your wedding. We hope that your marriage is blessed with love, laughter, and happiness and that your bond grows stronger with each passing year. This occasion marks the beginning of a lifelong partnership, and as you embark on this journey, know you have our very best for the many joys and adventures that lie ahead.”

And given how much her mother loved the Obama family, no doubt she’d throw some shade at President Trump too.

http://pic.twitter.com/3YTgkDHWh5

— brooke. (@96_brooke) July 31, 2017

But that’s not all

See, Whitlow isn’t the first person to mail something to the Obama family and get a reply. Turns out, this has been something of consistency with them. In the past, they’ve received letters about births, graduations, all of which they replied to

Did this when our daughter was born back in October! I felt like I had to hurry up and get one before Obama left office lol http://pic.twitter.com/SPTBlfoEXs

— Rae (@1Rae_XO) August 2, 2017

“Welcome to the world! We know the great joy your proud family must feeel, and we are pleased to join in celebrating your arrival

As you grow and learn, we hope you are blessed with rich experiences, unwavering love, and tremendous opportunity. May you always dream big dreams.”

This woman sent them her high school graduation announcement and they replied just about a month later

I sent them one of my high school graduation announcements and I got this back a month later 😭😭 I love the Obama family 💙💙💙 http://pic.twitter.com/oN9w7iQAYS

— Aubs (@strawbreeee) August 2, 2017

“Dear Aubree:

Michelle and I are delighted to send our heartfelt congratulations on your graduation.

In your achievement, I see not only the culmination of years of hard work, but also a unique piece of the mosiac you form with students from the class of 2016 across our Nation. Together, you embody an America that finds unity in its diversity, draws strength from a spirit of common purpose, and aspires to reach the breakthroughs of tomorrow. Unencumbered by what has been and unafraid of new frontiers, you remind us that what has kept our country moving forward through everything we have experienced— what defines us above all— has always been our unwavering belief in the possibilities of the future.

Congratulations,again, on this accomplishment. As you reflect on the efforts that brought to you this moment and look toward all the lies ahead, know that your President is proud of you and inspired by your generation.”

that last paragraph 😭 http://pic.twitter.com/ZoaKO4O8Mm

— snake lady (@ragexandxlove) August 2, 2017

This gave me more inspiration than I knew I needed.

— Sherni (@KMSherni) August 2, 2017

I got soooooo emotional when I received one.. To see they have taken the time to respond is so meaningful. We truly had someone amazing 💖🙏🏻 http://pic.twitter.com/LkP3yTCLYh

— Catherine⚽🇨🇱🇺🇸 (@Nycgirl0914) August 2, 2017

Dear Catherine,

Thanks for your kind message. Michelle and I have been touched by the words of support we received from Americans across our country, and I appreciate the time you’ve taken to write.

I’m proud of the progress we made together. Thanks to the participation and resolve of everyday Americans like you, our country is a better and stronger place today than it was before I took office. None of our accomplishments were inevitable— they were the result of people from every background and station in life stepping forward and embracing the important responsibilities of citizenship. As long as we continue working in common effort and presuming the inherent goodness in one another, I’m confident our brightest days will always lie ahead.

Again, thank you for writing. It was the honour of my life to serve as your President, and while there were many milestone moments we will always remember, it was my conversation with people like you that kept me going every single day. They’ve stayed with me, and they always will. Thanks for everything— I wish you the very best.”

Stacey also got a reply for her grad announcement!

I sent him one of my grad announcements when I graduated and I got this back, nothin but respect for MY president :’) http://pic.twitter.com/ECT1LVV7ix

— stay c (@staceylinkk) August 2, 2017

“Dear Stacey

I sen you my warmest congratulations on your graduation.

In graduates like you, I see leaders who will driver America’s path toward a bright tomorrow, guided by a dedication to others and a desire to build the world as it should be. If you stay true to your ideals and focus on reaching your goals, I am confident you will help shape the future in extraordinary ways.

Again, congratulations on this well-earned achievement. I hope your next chapters are filled with boundless opportunity and memorable experiences, and I wish you all the best.”

Exit, stage right

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