#it's not a teenage pregnancy

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[kathaynesart]

It is done! *falls down*

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I have... so much to say on so many different things but it is 2:30 in the morning so I will keep this as brief as possible. First off, thank you to all my mom friends and mutuals who helped me with accurately portraying and normalizing the experience of giving birth. It is wonderful, and painful, and gross, and beautiful. I apologize if it made any readers squeamish (and I know there were a few gross jokes in there) but considering how gross the tv show got, I think it remained true to the overall vibe!

Second, I wanted to talk about the concept of "hope" in this story. When I first watched the movie, I felt like the idea of hope being their greatest weapon seemed sort of heavy handed and cheesy. However, after watching the ending of the show again I realized that hope is actually a huge reoccurring element in the story and a big part of what it means to be of the Hamato clan. Doubly so, I wanted Casey Junior in a way to symbolize that hope for Leo specifically, so when Leo talks about hope in the beginning of the movie, he's not just talking about some vague concept, but Casey Junior himself. He is their greatest weapon and he doesn't even realize it.

Thirdly, so uh... Casey Junior. I apologize if it had seemed out of left field, but do know that the decision of his origins was not made lightly. The shear similarity in his facial structure to Lou Jitsu as well as several other factors that I will refrain from stating due to future spoilers was too numerous to ignore! It is an integral part of his story for reasons that will go unsaid for now, and no, he does not know he's distantly related to them. Also, Big Mama! Been holding onto her concept for some time now! I loved the idea of her mystic broach becoming damaged so she can only be cloaked to a certain degree, making for an interesting blend of both her forms. She was really fun to figure out!

Finally thank you everyone for your patience. This special turned into quite the endeavor with most of the updates exceeding 20 pages each, but I'm so happy I was able to finish it... even if it did take so much longer than my projected hope. I can't wait to get back to the main storyline, though I shall miss these silly, overpowered boys. We got a lot of ground to cover and I'll likely be posting a summarized reminder before continuing. ...and after I finish work on some Zines and the holiday special winning commission!

[the-meme-monarch]

"if shermie is the baby in A Tale Of Two Stans then according to The Rest of the timeline he would've been a teen parent, and then dipper and mabel's parents would've been also, which would be kinda fucked up" I mean yeah alright. my mom had my brother when she was 17 and his dad was 16. I'm not saying it's a Great or even a particularly good thing but it does happen. the pines family is already so fucked up let's just add teen pregnancies to the mix. dipper and mabel's parents are getting divorced like canonically. their divorce is what kicks off the show

[tangledinink]

How long do the hatchling eggs stay inside before being laid?

here, here's way more information than your question required as an answer. [ ✩ the gemini ✩ ]

[chr1sfilmed]

summary: you and matt have been dating officially for about two months, you’ve not been feeling yourself lately and chris of all people notices..

warnings/involves: suggestive, fluff, kind of mean matt, pregnancy, blood etc, (these warnings are for the other parts too!!)

first part!

you’re waiting in your living room for matt, nick and chris to get to your house to pick you up and go get food before going back to there house.

your comfy on the sofa as you hear a car horn beep outside, you get up from the sofa, nausea hitting you, you just thought you stood up a bit too fast because sometimes that happens. you open your front door and watch as matt gets out the car and opens the passenger door, you dawdle over to the car, your sleepover duffel in hand.

“can we put this in the trunk baby, it’s heavy,” you suggest as you hand matt the bag before getting into the car, “heyy guys,” you say with a small smile spread across your face.

chris and nick begin talking to you about their day and how excited they are that you’re staying over, you’re not talking as much due to the sickened feeling which lay on your tongue.

matt gets back into the car before planting a soft kiss on your lips, chris and nick look at eachother with a grin on their faces, “matt uh is it okay if we order food i don’t really feel like going out for it..” you ask hoping for him to agree, he agrees before pulling out from the sidewalk and driving away.

your stood in their kitchen talking to marylou whilst they are sat in the living room, she’s just asking how you’re doing and making sure it’s okay with you’re mom that your sleeping at your boyfriends house.

“baby are you ready to go upstairs??” matt shouts from the living room, you shout a small yeah back before saying bye to his mom and going up the stairs, matt behind you carrying your duffel.

as soon as you step into matts room he throws your bag onto his bed before turning you around and placing his hands on your waist, running them up and down your sides, “mm’ baby you look so good..” he says as he begins to kiss your neck, “baby i don’t feel like it, m’ sorry,” you say breathless.

he nods his head as he removes his hands from your sides, he silently sits down on the bed with his phone in hand, ignoring you due to what you said. you spend 30 minutes sat on the end of the bed waiting for matt to speak to you, but as expected, he doesnt and only peaks a few glances at you, this annoys you as you’re already in a mood so you tell him your going downstairs to sit with chris and nick and all he does is nod his head.

as your walking from his bedroom door to the stairs, you begin to feel sick once again with cramps pulsing in your abdomen, must be your period coming.

you walk through the kitchen and into the living room just to see chris spread across the sofa, “oh hey chris, where is everybody?” you question confused, “hey uh so nick and my mom have went grocery shopping and my dad must be at work, why?” you reply with a shrug as you sit down next to him after he moves his feet closer to his body so there’s room for you.

“so where’s matt at, he still upstairs?” chris asks, “oh uh yeah i think he’s mad at me so i just wanted to sit down here until he’s finished with his little mood,” as you say this you feel a sharp pain in your lower stomach making you hunch over, chris immediately reaches towards you and puts a hand on your lower back, “what happened? are you okay??” chris worries, you just nod and tell him what you felt, until something hits you.

“oh fuck!” you mumble harshly, chris looks at you confused, yous both sit there until you begin crying out of worry, “what the fuck, are you okay?” he pulls you into a hug immediately, chris hates seeing anyone cry.

“tell me what happened, why are you crying?” chris questions, “you cannot tell anybody chris, not yet until i know okay?” you say to chris as he raises his eyebrows in a confused way.

“i think im pregnant chris,” you mumble, you feel chris’s full body stiffen around you, “you’re joking, you’ve been with matt for barely two months, how have you had time to do that? you’ve not had a sleepover until today? we have to tell matt!” chris overwhelms you with questions, you immediately burst into tears completely. “no! not yet atleast! i cannot tell matt until i know for sure!” you blurt out, chris looks at you worried, his hand falls from your back and he immediately stands up and grabs onto your hand, dragging you up from the sofa.

“we are walking to the shop come on!” chris says.

you and chris get back from the store and your walk into the bathroom, chris outside leaning against the wall.

you take the test and place it onto the counter closest to the toilet, you sit there biting your nails, knees bouncing and a worried look plastered on your face.

after two minutes had passed, you open the bathroom door and hurry chris inside.

“you can flip it chris, okay?” chris replies with a nod as he flips it gently and pulls it close to his face to help him read it, “you are fucked.” he mumbles.

as he says this, a knock comes from the other side of the door, “whoever’s in there hurry up!” matt shouts, you immediately jump and drop the test on the floor, chris turns around and opens the door as you bend down to pick the test up before you stuff it into your bra.

“why the fuck are yous two in the bathroom together??” matt questions confused as he sees the tears coming from your eyes, “what’s wrong baby, i’m sorry for getting mad at you for not wanting to have sex, i love you,” matt rambles on apologetically. chris’s face twists at this, “i did not need to know that,” he airs out as he pushes past matt and goes to the living room, matt soon moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around you as you cry.

“baby, talk to me..” he mumbles next to your ear as he places his head on your shoulder, only this makes the pregnancy tests box visible to him as it is sat onto of the toilet lid. “what the fuck is that doing there?” he says confused and stressed, you’re confused as your turned away from what he saw, until you twisted your neck and seen it.

“i’m so sorry baby! i didn’t mean to get pregnant! please don’t dump me!” you blurt out not leaving a space between your words. matt stands in front of you stunned, “YOU’RE PREGNANT!” he shouts shocked, only to realise that nick and chris are stood behind him, “SHES WHAT??” nick screams.

𓂃 ࣪˖ a/n : this is PART 1 , i’m gonna do another part later tonight, normally i wouldn’t really want to write stuff about pregnancy but i felt like it today so!!

thank you for reading !! 🩵

[countrymusiclover]

Feisty Coffee Girl

Y/n twin sister of Izzy Steven's stumbles to Seattle with her ten year old daughter Everly. She hears all the gossip from Izzy and her other intern friends at the hospital, never expecting to get involved with any of it. That is till Mark Sloan pays a visit to the coffee shop she works at.

1 - First Name Basis

2 - Doctor Nicknames

3 - A Sloan Date

4 - What I Want

5 -

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Talk. || baby daddy!Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

[MASTERLIST]

Rating: M Words: 2.2K~ Pairing: dad!gaz x mother!reader CW: canon-typical violence, events of MW2019 (references), CHILD DEATH (mentioned), pregnancy, underage!! pregnancy, some cultural/religious judgements regarding underage/out-of-wedlock pregnancy, birth (references). Tags: you/your pronouns, (reader implied female because 'mum', 'mama' and other nicknames are used + mentions of pregnant!user), hurt/comfort, fluff?, military inaccuracies I'm sure. Summary: Gaz and the reader are co-parents of a 10-year-old girl (the result of a teen pregnancy). Gaz calls home to talk to his family and he's having a bit of a breakdown after a mission. a/n: This happens in the MW2019 game timeline, somewhere after the Butcher's interrogation. NOT PROOFREAD, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

“SIMISOLA RUBY GARRICK, I WILL NOT CALL YOU AGAIN, GET DOWN HERE!” You shout at the top of your lungs, your voice reverberating all the way to the upper floor of your small townhouse.

“IN A MINUTE!” The girl’s voice calls out from upstairs for the… umpteenth time in the last 10 minutes.

“I swear, Kyle, this girl will be the death of me one of these days.” You tell him. “I’m not well-equipped to deal with a teenager.” You grumble as you look at Kyle’s face on the phone screen.

“She’s not a teen yet, lovie.” He retorts with a little smile. “She’s only 10.” He reminds you.

“She’s teenager enough for my taste. Bloody ignoring me whenever I call her!” You reply with a bit of a huff.

“She’s gettin’ older.” He says simply. “You tellin’ me you obeyed your mum every day at her age?” He asks.

“No, but…” You trail off and sigh, dejectedly. “I hate when you make sense, you know that?” You retort, glaring right at him with your best attempt at the ‘mum stare’, but it’s not as effective through the phone.

“Sorry, mama. One of us has to.” She adds with a mischievous smirk on his full lips. He knows how much you like it when he calls you that.

“Shut it, Garrick, I don’t want to hear it.” You retort and you can hear, and see, him giggling on the other side.

From the way the area around him has gotten progressively darker as you spoke for the last 30 minutes, you can tell he’s somewhere out East, somewhere where the sun is starting to set, since in Birmingham it’s only 3 P.M. and still fully bright outside.

“How’s the OP goin’?” You ask despite knowing that he’s not allowed to say anything about it so he simply shoots you a look before raising his fingers to bring a cigarette to his lips, taking a good long drag.

“It’s goin’ fine enough.” He adds and shrugs, before looking off to the distance just off-camera. He’s… lying. You can tell from the way his eyes furrow and his scarred cheek scrunches in frustration.

Turning your head back up, you aim your eyes at the stairs. “BLOODY FUCKIN’ HELL, SIMI, DAD’S ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!” You announce to what, at this point, has to be the ghosts that kidnapped your daughter because she refuses to come downstairs.

Your ears pick up on the sound of her bedroom door flying open and her feet taking her through the carpeted hall and down the steps.

You watch her coming through the vintage, little pass-through window in your kitchen. “Did’ya say dad?!” The dark-skinned girl says as she comes sliding around the corner and into the room.

“Oh, THAT lights a fire under your arse, innit? But not all those other times I told you to come down? What if I was dying, huh?” You scold her and she immediately smiles the same impish smile your baby daddy is sporting on the phone screen. He loves seeing you be maternal.

“Sorry, Mamsie.” She says while showing absolutely no regret at all in her young features. Shaking your head, you pass the phone over to Simi, whose face lights up at the sight of Kyle. “Dad!”

“Oi, kiddo!” You hear Kyle say through the phone as Simisola takes the phone with her down to the sitting room and parks herself on the sofa, talking about all sorts of things with her dad.

You watch her for a moment through the pass-through window. She’s bouncing excitedly, talking about school, her mates, her grades… It’s not often she gets to talk to Gaz, less even that she gets to see him.

Sometimes you wonder if the unpredictability of his job is going to mess her up one day. I mean, her chances of that are already high enough considering the two of you are merely 28 and have been raising her since you were still kids yourselves… But the fact he’s more gone than around in her day-to-day life is bound to mess her up too…

Maybe you should get her into some therapy, just in case.

But then again, she seems surprisingly unaffected by all of this. She’s healthy, smart, sweet… a bit of a smartass (she takes after her dad in that)... And above all else, she seems... happy.

All things considered, of all the blokes that could’ve gotten you knocked up at seventeen, Kyle Garrick was the best option… And your daughter was the best outcome possible.

Sure, you weren’t official or anything back then (nor are you now, really... though you share a bed and a home and you kiss and-), the pregnancy had been an unforeseen consequence of a tryst in the back of a car after drinking at the local pub… But looking back, you got lucky.

Either way, you were both too young, too eager, too needy, too… stupid. Neither of you thought of condoms, hoping the ‘trusty’ pull-out method would suffice.

It didn’t.

You still remember the way you had a panic attack in a toilet stall at school, you and a girlfriend skipping class to pop over to Tesco and buy a box of pregnancy tests… She took one with you, just to ease your worries… And then yours came out positive.

The fear and absolute dread you felt was paralyzing, the way you stayed holed up in the loo while your friend tried to console you and used her fuschia Motorola Razr to text your other friends to come to the toilets after class.

From there, your girlfriends texted his mates, and by the time you noticed, Kyle was elbowing his way into the bathroom, past the group of waiting students, all of them mutual friends of you both. He spotted you sitting on the dirty tile floor in the corner, eyes glued on the pregnancy test in your hand. You were ugly crying, snot all over, and hyperventilating.

Even back then, Kyle was already years ahead of any other teen you knew. He was mature and calm, collected… He sat beside you, rubbed your back, and told you it’d all be okay. You know deep down that he only held it together to calm you down but once he was alone he probably cried like a baby too.

His parents are Nigerian immigrants. In their minds, there was an order of doing things and their only son getting a girl pregnant before marriage (or before hitting maturity, really) was NOT it.

And your parents, well… They weren’t very happy about it either. Not that any parent ever is when their daughter comes home and drops the bomb that she’s expecting.

That was a bad moment for your lives… You both lived with your parents and you had to go back and forth between school and baby appointments… Kyle was by your side the whole time (or as much as he could, considering he had enlisted as soon as he hit 18) and both your parents tried their best to be supportive… But you never quite earned Mr. and Mrs. Garrick’s affection. Not even now, 10 years later.

At first, they didn’t even want to believe the baby was Kyle’s. Your father ended up having some very heated choice words with Mr. Garrick, defending your honor, and almost bringing the house down screaming that you weren’t a slag.

You were on edge and depressed back then. Once the news spread, most of your friends stopped hanging out with you out of pressure put on by their own parents… They still smiled at you and showed encouragement to you whenever you saw each other… But they didn’t come over anymore, barely spoke to you in the halls… 

People stared in the streets… Whenever you went into a baby shop or the diaper aisle at the supermarket… You were stared at. The whispers of “Look at her, such a slag”, “So young and already up the duff…” never came, at least not that you heard them, but you found yourself clutching your mum’s arm particularly hard whenever she managed to drag you out of the flat and to the shops.

You don’t like looking back on the pictures of that year in sixth form. As much as you love your child, seeing the way your face became hollow and sad, your eyes weighed down by dark circles as your belly grew consistently until nothing you wore fit you right… It still stung.

You wonder how you managed to retain enough mental faculties to not earn yourself a post-partum depression diagnosis. Whatever your brain did, it did it well...

With her skin all wrinkly and red and screaming at the top of her lungs, her little fists shaking, eyes all glossy, and a little clump of dark hair on her head slicked back by the amniotic fluid… You fell in love with Simi the moment the nurses set her against your bare chest.

And Kyle did too. You could see it in the way his eyes softened, his lip trembled and his nose and chin scrunched up to contain a wail. As soon as he held her in his arms for the first time, so small against his chest, her little body wrapped in a blanket against his fatigues... you started openly weeping at the sight, blaming the hormones, but the fact of the matter was that she was so small, so tender, so… perfect.

You tune out most of your daughter’s conversation with her father as you go about preparing dinner for the two of you, moving about the kitchen, lost in your own thoughts.

Your ears perk up when you hear Kyle ask Simi if she can pass the phone back to you and let the two of you have a conversation. The girl complains a bit about how much she misses him but ends up acquiescing to him. Daddy’s girl, she is.

She rushes over, her mini twists bouncing with each step as she drops the phone onto your hand and then waves an exaggerated “See you soon, dad!”. You watch her bounce away and trot back up the stairs before you look down at the phone.

Putting on your earpods, you set the phone down on the counter, propped up by the flour container so you can still be in frame as you go about breading some thin chicken cutlets. 

“What is it, Kyle?” You ask him softly and raise your brows at him. His face is a lot more grim and he lights a second cigarette.

“We lost a kid.” He replies softly. “A little boy in Urzikstan.” He adds and sighs loudly. Your whole face twists lightly into sadness. “Some… fuckin’ plonker of a terrorist…” He trails off.

“Did you kill him?” You ask him and he nods his head solemnly. You’ve learned long ago not to give your input too much on these topics… He’s chosen to keep you and your daughter away from it all… 

He once mentioned that asking to be let in would be like 'dipping your pinkie toe in a pond, never knowing if something would be reaching up to pull you in'. You swore he got that quote from a John Wick movie, and then you both laughed… But you knew he meant the sentiment of it.

“I had to stoop down to his level first.” He tells you as he takes another drag os his new cigarette. “Threatened his wife… his son… to get him to talk.” He trails off and sucks in a sharp breath.

Even with the progressive darkness that has set in now, wherever he is, you can still spot the way his nose scrunches as he tries to hold in his crying… His voice is still steady, but his eyes… Always so expressive… You’ve learned to read them in 10 years of co-parenting.

“Every time that bloody barrel even went slightly near that kid’s face I-” Kyle trembles out a breath and rolls his shoulders. Then, he goes quite.

“Anyways…” He says, trying to deflect his feelings away from the things he’s had to do. “I… I miss Simi… And I miss you.” He adds.

“We miss you too, Kyle.” You reply, trying your best to be positive for him. He needs it. “She can’t stop talking about you, counting down the days ‘till you walk through that door and come wrap her in one of those alledgedly ‘annoying’ bear hugs of yours.” You quip and a genuine smirk forms on his lips.

He nods and you notice him through away his cigarette and move somewhere else. As he walks you notice the space is brighter, the camera is facing upwards, and you can see the ceiling and ceiling lights… But above all else, you see his handsome face, the light wisp of a mustache and a goatee, the scar on his left cheek, his tired eyes, and disheveled hair.

He crosses a threshold into another darkened space, but this one is much quieter. You hear some shuffling sounds and even though now you really can’t see shit, you know he’s there, staring at you… And you know he’s lying down.

“Lovie… Can I ask you a favour?” He says as he sighs deeply and slowly.

“Yeah, what is it?” You end up saying as you set aside the breaded cutlets and wash your hands.

“Tell me everything I’m missing. Tell me everything that Simisola did and said… Tell me about your day… about work… share all the gossip you’ve got…” He requests. 

“Just… Just talk my bloody ear off.” He pleads. “I just need to hear your voice.” He adds, his tone a lot more gentler. “Please…”.

[kathaynesart]

The eye of the hurricane. I like to think Cassandra sometimes called the brothers by the nicknames their dad used, given they were probably pretty close before his passing.

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Man oh man, this one was way messier and off model than my last few updates but whatever, we got to keep this ball rolling! Life's been crazy so I've had to take some unwanted breaks in between updates. Thanks everyone for your patience as always!

One thing I wanted in this flashback was to really get a sense of how the brothers worked as an experienced team with Leo at the helm as a proper leader. It's something we never got to see much of in Rise and I felt it was important to include since half the team is already gone by the time of Replica. Team Dynamics Ted Talk under the cut!

We know from Casey Jr that Leo stressed the importance of listening to your team. A big part of that also means knowing how to communicate with them in general.

With Michelangelo, he keeps it short and succinct, trusting his brother to know what he's doing when in his element. This trust goes a long way with Mikey, having spent years of his youth as the baby striving for the respect he felt he deserved. Leo knows it's best to not bog Mikey down with details, allowing him to improvise as needed. This unspoken freedom has only grown over time as Mikey has dipped deeper into spiritual arts that, frankly, go completely over Leo's head.

The greatest sacrifice Leo has ever made was read Donnie's Big Book of Bad Guy Codes. While he doesn't remember ALL the numbers, he has memorized the ones that matter and it has helped tremendously in avoiding miscommunication with his genius brother. More importantly it silenced any of Donnie's usual belly-aching. As Leo's "twin"/"equal" the two still butt heads from time to time. Donnie respects his brother's authority (mostly) but will still push the boundaries of what he's allowed on a semi-regular basis. Give Donnie an inch and he will take the mile and then find a loop hole that allows him to go twenty miles more. This is partially due to him often being the one left behind at HQ, making the turtle just a TAD stir crazy. Leo does his best to keep him in line regardless.

Big brother Raph will forever and always be big brother to Leo. As such he holds a place of authority in Leo's heart and is someone he still regularly seeks counsel from in both the ways of leadership and more. Raph is always happy to support his younger brother and does a surprisingly good job (albeit after years of practice) of walking the line so as not to step on his brother's toes in the process. At least not since the secret of "the Key" blew up in their faces several years ago. They don't talk about that anymore. Leo is the leader now and he's done a great job in recent years as far as Raph is concerned. He trusts him to make the right call. The two have a close bond and regularly use mind meld to quickly communicate rather than speak ...this will be important to remember for the future.

Hope that overall feeling came through for this group!

[battle-subway-aftershow]

(*this post is very much a joke and I'm not actually upset)

[tangledinink]

i need to know how donnie fared being pregant...pregante even. i promise this is not a weird thing or intended to be ijust like babies.

there were definitely ups and downs and all that. donnie's main coping mechanism throughout pretty much the entire experience was just treating it a little like a science experiment-- he records every symptom, every milestone, every discovery, etc. keeps him from thinking too hard and then getting stuck in his head.

he also nests pretty hard, as pictured above, and goes through an absolutely horrendous morning sickness period for the first two and a half months or so. rough time for vomitello.

overall, i think he copes pretty well? has a really robust support system behind him throughout the whole thing and felt good about the decision he and his partner made, even if the whole thing was a... surprise, but i think he finds it a lot easier to kind of distance himself from the entire experience and frame it somewhat clinically? it just feels like a lot otherwise.

donnie ends up really enjoying being a parent and absolutely adores his daughters once they arrive, but just overall did not particularly enjoy the experience of having eggs. grumpy boy the whole way through.

(^ their outward appearance doesn't change very noticeably during pregnancy, due to the nature of their turtle anatomy, but their center of gravity shifts pretty dramatically and they lose their balance/fall down/trip, like... a LOT. even grumpier boy.)

... he also finds coping with hormones and the influx of emotions that come with them to be... difficult.

( ^ crying 'cause he lost a mobile puzzle game)

[thelostandforgottenangel]

We'll Get Through This Together

Tears were streaking down her face in fast rivers as she stared at the counter of her bathroom unable to breathe much less speak as she looked down on that small object that was saying her life was about to change forever

A change she most defiantly was not ready for

Time seemed to just freeze around the trembling woman having no idea how long she had been standing there before finally choking out the saddest wail dropping to the floor unable to take in air as her hands scrambling for her phone when it beeped from the jacket pocket seeing the turtles name popping up as she opened it; his simple ‘Hey’ set off a whole new emotion

Her fingers practically shook as she tried to text back but the happy response wouldn’t type itself

‘I need you… please hurry my place!!’

She waited what felt like an eternity before his predictable reply popped up unable to answer him typing faster terrified the second he tried to call her

‘Please you need to get to my place fast… please, please please you need to get here!!!’

She was shaking so bad the phone fell from her hands as she sobbed pushing herself into the corner unsure how he was going to take this… What if he found out and abandoned her too? What if he showed up and was angry at her for letting this happen?

What if this caused her to lose the only person who she had left…? To lose the only family she had in this world over her stupidity?

He continued to call her over and over his text messages becoming increasingly worried when she wouldn’t answer or message him back but the tears made it hard to see and her voice wouldn’t come out even if she had been able to answer

Less then ten minutes after the first text she had sent the sound of his heavy weight landed on her fire escape and the slam of her window being thrown open as he rushed into the apartment yelling her name startled her out of her panicked state; just the sound of his deep voice had her stumbling up and running to him a complete mess and blubbering like a child feeling him grab her in a tight hug she just dropped

The tightness of his arms around her shaking body had her clinging to the turtle for dear life knowing at any second he would be gone and she would be alone

But he was the only one she could possible reach out to; the only one she trusted in hopes he wouldn’t break her further

She could hear him asking what was wrong from what sounded like a great distance away, he had to be thinking her ex-boyfriend had shown back up and hurt her and that growl that carried in his voice sounded so terrifying she barely managed to look up at him

She was lost and afraid; seeing that his touch was fast to become gentle caressing her cheek coxing her to tell him what happened but this time his voice was soft and kind, carefully wiping her tears away with his thumb cradling her face in his hands and kissing both flushed cheeks telling her it would be okay before she lifted her hand

Slowly the woman looked at the item in her grasp unsure when she had grabbed it but when his eyes finally fell on it he laughed at her asking if that was what she was crying about

There in her palm was a small white and pink stick

The turtle took it as she scooted back from him her hand over her mouth continuing to let her tears fall as he looked at the cute item mumbling as he took in the two dark markings on each of the windows before he suddenly noticed the writing under his thumb shifting his fingers enough to read it and connect the dots

That was when the color in his face drained and his breath left him

“I- I’m pregnant…” his wide eyes looked up realizing exactly what was wrong before slipping down to stare at her belly for the longest time then meeting her eyes as she tried to cover herself starting to feel disgusted in herself “I can’t be I-? T-This wasn’t supposed to happen! I was just starting… we were-”

She was screaming in anger at this point grabbing the stick from his fingers and throwing it hard against the wall but before he could even say a word her stomach pitched and the color left her cheeks before she was running for the bathroom almost not making it before she was fighting to hold down somewhat of the food from dinner

She had just gotten away from her abusive ex-boyfriend Travis months ago after he had attacked her for being out when he got home; he had gone out to the bar with his friends and she had just wanted to get away from the apartment and see her sweet turtle friends walking home when he saw her

He had beaten her right there on the street in front of her building to the point she thought he was going to kill her only for the man to run when the man next door came out to see the attack, he was arrested two days later while she stayed with her friends to be safe

Weeks had gone by with no word from him and with the rest the woman was back to herself in no time deciding to go home and get ready to return to work the following day telling the turtle who insisted on staying that she would be fine

They had just brought her home and after bidding them goodbye she was hurrying to straighten up and cook dinner only to be assaulted by a force of unrelenting anger while she was cleaning up his mess; she thought she was home alone and hadn’t even heard him coming up behind her until he had slammed her into the counter throwing her to the floor as everything went dark

She couldn’t even remember what had transpired before coming to seeing him on top of her with his hands around her neck, her strangled screams for help had went unanswered until one of the males she trusted with her life had returned having brought her forgotten purse that he had spotted on the couch back knowing she would need it the next day

He saved her but for once was just a moment too late; what had happened was just ending and it took her hugging the turtle so tightly to stop him from murdering the bastard he had drug off of the woman in order to hold the sobbing female remembering he had held her until the police showed up

After he had taken her to the lair not giving her much of a choice where she stayed until him and his brother’s had wiped everything of his from her home and moved it to her new place far from where he knew where to find her

Three months… she finally had gotten her life on track with the help of her four mutant friends; finally the woman had her own place where she felt safe, had found a job she not only loved but was going somewhere with the company, she was about to start school next month to get her degree, and her and the turtle currently in her living room had just started to explore the idea of being more then friends

Life had just turned around

How could she have ruined all of this… why hadn’t she been able to stay conscious and tried to fight him harder-?

Why hadn’t she realized sooner that she wasn’t just suffering from the flu when her nausea hadn’t gone away after she started feeling a bit better… her co-worker had been the one to suggest the damn test but she never imagined it would actually show anything

As she kneeled on the bathroom floor there was no sounds from her living room, she was about to call out to him needing a water but just as his name left her lips sounding so pathetic she heard the main window close and again the apartment was silent feeling her heart drop into her stomach just knowing he had left her

Like she had thought he had left her

A soft sob echoed around her before jumping as a green hand brushed her hair back and lifted her chin shushing the upset woman softly

Looking over quickly she found him kneeling beside her wiping her face with a warm rag taking such care as to be his gentlest; finally handing her a bottled water the male instructed her to drink it slowly before taking a seat against the counter behind where she was, it didn’t take long before he was rubbing her back looking at the test in his hand and the expression on his face told her what he was thinking “It’s positive-”

He blamed himself

Her tears started to build up again sniffling as she tried to force her voice out “I’m sorry… I’m so- so sorry” her voice broke as she held her stomach having no clue what she was going to do.

“No don’t go starting that! This isn’t your fault” she looked at him going to argue but just as quickly as she started to lash out at herself he pulled the female into his arms holding her tight as he shushed her again this time rocking her as she cried into his chest nuzzling her head as she finally wrapped her arms around him whispering out his next words as he comforted her “It’s not your fault baby… it’s going to be okay I got you”

How long he sat on that cold bathroom floor didn’t seem to matter they both stayed there; the turtle just looking at the test, his slow breathing and steady heart beat soothing her into a shocked calm while he petted her hair seeing although she was upset her hand tenderly laid over her belly

She couldn’t bare the idea of an abortion it wasn’t the child’s fault so why would she punish it for existing… and as crazy as it sounded she didn’t want to just give her baby into the system where the child might bounce in and out of foster care

But - she couldn’t support a baby; hell she couldn’t even support herself how was she going to care for a child

His own thoughts raced unsure what to do to help not even sure if she wanted to talk until finally he tossed the test on the counter pulling her up with him then carrying his friend to the bedroom lying down with her remaining silent as she curled into his chest and for a while he was sure she had passed out against him

This had to have just wiped her energy

He nodded off for a bit always stirring occasionally to check on her only to find she hadn’t moved gently covering her up with a blanket kissing her head then dosing back off slowly keeping his arm around her

Hours passed by almost too quickly until dawn started to lighten the sky outside the window but she hadn’t rested her mind racing over everything until it all became too much

He suddenly jumped as some time later she moved to fast sitting up brushing her tangled hair back in a bit of a nervous panic that had him shifting to sit up leaning his shell on the headboard half asleep but let her sit for a bit just wanting to be there for support “What am I going to do…? I can’t be pregnant I just can’t – I don’t want a baby by him…” she started to freak out again but the jolt of her suddenly choking had her leaning over the side of the bed reaching for her trash bin

He was starting to see her being emotional seemed to be the trigger for her morning sickness now but still said nothing grabbing her water from the side table whispering for her to breathe before he got up going to look and see if she had some crackers or something light to help with the nausea

He had to take a deep breath before coming back to see her at the mirror looking over her belly that now being uncovered was starting to show looking at him with the most hopeless expression when he moved further into the room standing behind her

“What am I going to do what if he finds out… what if he-!?”

“He won’t” even with his own uncertainty he realized he needed to be her rock; a soft smirk came over his lips as he kissed the woman’s head delicately bringing her to sit in his lap wanting the woman to rest before she made herself sick again kissing at the soft skin of her neck “He isn’t going to find out anything… and you’re not going to tell him or anybody who knows the bastard”

She turned looking to him in pure confusion even as the large mutant placed his chin on his friends shoulder “What-? Look this isn’t going to be something I can just hide in a few months I’m going to be- huge…” her words stopped as his large hand gently came over her belly sighing before he gave a small smile

The males bright eyes on the small belly as he carefully handled it seeming to be coming to terms with what he was going to do

She turned more looking up at him her mouth slightly agape trying to tell him this wasn’t something she wanted to push onto him but no words managed to come as the turtle leaned in kissing her lips softly his forehead pressing to hers saying it with no hesitation “You heard me… we’ll get through this together no matter what. I’m going to be there for both of you I promise”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

She nervously grabbed the bag she had packed that morning from her chair heading out the door almost as fast as she had came in it just minutes ago needing to see her turtle boyfriend who had made this whole traumatic ordeal worth experiencing since the night she told him he had become very attentive over the last few weeks

More so then she could have ever asked

It didn’t matter how busy he had gotten between training and protecting the city every day he was there to check on her and the baby she was struggling to accept even helping if she needed it; he had even gone so far as to stay the night several times when she did in order to hold her together

But that anxiousness and uncertainty she felt had almost dissipated after the second week of him being at her side; waking up one night to find him with his face pressed to her stomach talking so softly to the little bean growing inside her just after her first doctor’s visit was a warm memory she never wanted to forget

They had found out she was fourteen weeks along but the doctor had been unable to see the baby well enough because the child was curled up in an odd position almost hiding it seemed but when he had gotten to see the ultrasound photo while holding her as she pointed out the tiny form that his eyes had immediately spotted she could see it in an instant

He was already in love with the baby

Today she had gotten a follow up ultrasound in order to hopefully see more of the baby and had the results to show him having stopped off at the store for a few things in order to calm her mind but now; just like the night she found out she felt that fear rising in her chest, but like he always did just as she got on the bus and her mind was dragging her into those dark thoughts he had called to check on her

Just seeing his screensaver had her forgetting her troubles

“What happened!?! You promised to call me- it’s almost three hours later” his voice revealing just how anxious he was just like her actually pulled a smile to her face calming her nerves before she looked around making sure nobody was too close to her

“I uh… I just got back from the doctors office I’m sorry - I’ll be there in a little bit I’m coming to see you right now”

The line went silent on his end for a moment but that just told her he had probably moved somewhere for a bit of privacy away from anyone in hearing range knowing he hadn’t told his family yet wanting to be sure nothing was wrong with her or the baby before telling anybody the news “Everything okay? Is the baby doing good?”

“Well-” his low tone made her look at the picture she had been clutching in her hand for the last hour not wanting him to find out over the phone, not for something this important she also couldn’t bare to think he’d back out now “Doctor said everything looks great completely healthy - I’ll tell you more when I get there” his irritated growl actually made her giggle out loud as she realized he was acting just like a worried father already placing the photo in its envelope before biting her lip “I promise I’ll be there soon… I love you”

Her face went red when she realized those words left her lips not hearing him on the other end she quickly hung up part of her thinking it was way too soon for her to have ever said those three words but the smile on her face was just proof she had said them in all loving truth

Once she reached her stop she walked as quickly as possible towards the garage checking to be sure she wasn’t being followed before slipping through the door and locking it behind her then hurrying towards the back getting anxious just to tell him what was going on

The elevator ride didn’t last too long but she was sure it had never moved drawing in a slow breath giving herself a pep talk trying to remind herself it was all going to be okay before jumping as she heard the loud ‘ding’ above her and the door was slipping open

The warmth and light of the lair was enough for her to calmly step off into the main area getting ready to call out to him as she moved to drop her stuff on the couch but before she could was caught in a tight loving hug physically just relaxing as her arms went around him nuzzling into the turtle’s neck as her loving boyfriend held her scenting the woman

She hadn’t noticed it but he was always telling her how the moment he had seen her that night her scent was off but in a good way – had he realized what it was he may have known she was carrying before she had found out

“Tell me everything! Are there pictures? Was he able to see if the baby was a-”

Patting his arm fast shushing urgently to silence him before they could be caught she took his hand as he grabbed her bags off her shoulder and quickly pulled the woman off to his room closing the door and locking it while she was digging through her pack to pull out a small outfit in his color with the cutest little turtles brandishing it against her growing belly hearing him laugh as he took in the tiny onesie before he was cradling her bump with both hands

A small kiss to her head had the woman holding up the envelope but feeling the anxiety raising as he reached for it made the woman pull it to her chest “Before I show you… please promise me-”

“Hey; I’m not going anywhere… now how’s our baby?” he sat down on the bed scooting back to give her room calmly waiting until she handed him the envelope seeing her playing with her fingers knowing the nerves were eating away at his mate “So the baby is healthy… there were no problems” her nod seemed to relax his shoulders as she pulled her purse to her watching as he opened the pastel green envelope pulling out the several sonograms slowly shifting through them

His smile was infectious seeing the pride within his eyes as he took in the tiny form in one of the black and white pictures before shifting to the next his eyes squinting before reaching over nearly knocking over the lamp as he tried to turn it on looking at the photo with a better light

His eyes widened almost comically before he turned to look at her holding it up “A and B…?” her eyes had already filled with tears making him move taking her hands in his; his eyes showing every emotion between fear, worry, and happiness as he looked at the photo again “What does that mean?”

He fell silent as she held up the second matching outfit with a sad smile seeing the turtle finally got it before finally saying what she had been waiting to the whole time since seeing the sonogram screen

“It’s twins Daddy-”

He practically jumped from his bed the picture in hand pacing making her think the worse before he turned with the biggest grin whooping from his excitement so loudly it had his brothers coming to check on him calling out he’d explain later

The woman was just watching him as he turned coming back to the bed capturing her in a tight hug “I love you… Oh I love you so much” a chuckle left the male as he started kissing her cheeks then her lips so lovingly before kneeling in front of her nuzzling at her bump pressing several kisses to the growing middle “Twin! I get two- we’re having two babies!”

He was almost trembling in his happiness and for a moment she thought she saw tears in his eyes before he was nuzzling against her bump whispering softly to the two lives she was carrying

 “I guess we got a lot to do then to be ready for them… But first please let me go tell them!”

She had only managed to nod still in shock as she watched the happy turtle practically bursting with happiness before he flung the door open yelling for his family then coming back quickly picking her up with the pictures and outfits taking her downstairs with him

Her heart was pounding the moment she saw his brothers hurrying to see what was going on her chest tightening at the knowing smirk on his father’s lips somehow already knowing what was coming before her boyfriend held up not just one but both little outfits with the biggest smile

“Hope you guys are ready to be uncles”

Once those words left his lips the room went quiet all three of the other turtles thinking he was joking until she held up the picture then – they exploded and the reaction was almost better than his

“You have got to be pulling our legs”

“Dude you are so lying… you liars!”

“There’s no way! Let us see those-”

They came over looking at the pictures as one of the turtles had took them from her hands looking at the two little forms she pointed out before there was another uplifting explosion of joy getting so many hugs and having to show Splinter once she managed to get the pictures back

His hug had brought tears for the woman hugging him just as tight as she cried into his shoulder

For once she couldn’t remember why she had been so scared once her boyfriend was holding onto her as the family talked about all they could do to prepare for the twins

The brother’s talking over all the furniture they could make, how to paint the nursery, how they could get anything and everything the babies could ever need

It didn’t matter to them and now she had wished they had told the guys sooner because like him the support was there all of them offering her assistance in whatever she needed

This – this was what was going to get her through

She had her family by her side

@fyreball66

[cinnamonest]

Don’t worry about replying to this in any capacity. Just wanted to say that I read your most recent post and it was extremely helpful and informative for me. I was just talking to my dad earlier about really struggling to understand how anyone could support Trump when he is just a complete bumbling fool of a man at best and a piece of shit bigot and sexist at worst. (Not to say that Harris is some beacon in the darkness, not a fan of her either.) But the perspective you offered was really enlightening so thank you for it. and I hope you are doing well enough, all things considered, and that regardless of what happens in the coming days that things get better for you and your community.

Thank you, that's very kind. I'm very glad it was helpful, I was worried I was coming across the wrong way or didn't word it very well or could be misinterpreted.

If it helps, I had some more thoughts I think would expand upon that, specifically for women — since I see a lot of posts essentially asking how women can possibly vote for the guy, and I think I can explain that too, as I've been thinking and talking a lot about that with women who I know intend to do so.

1) I think for the upper class, they tend to focus more on social issues, because economic issues don't affect them as strongly.

But for some of these people, especially moms, the increased cost of living is literally a matter of "how am I going to feed my children, how am I going to pay electric AND water," etc. So it becomes a priority, especially as many families have lots of kids, and some are single moms. They don't really think as much about social issues, whereas when I went to college, most of the kids cared only about social issues. The more financially secure someone is, the less preoccupied they are with economy.

But for a mom, the safety of and provision for their kids is paramount above all else, so economy and crime will take priority.

But since we only have 2 major parties, people often assume that whichever you vote for, you must agree with ALL of the party's official stances, which is often not the case. That's part of why our bipartisan system is so divisive and breeds hostility, because it creates an "us vs them" mentality.

2) women in the area I talked about don't really even think about abortion/reproductive rights. They're not militantly anti-choice (like some of the more suburban moms of kids I went to school with), it's more that no one ever really thinks about it at all. Many of them have kids very young and lots of them, it's just normal. They also don't have careers to focus on in the way higher-class women do, and many have no chance of ever going to college, so there's less reason to hold off on it.

People do what's normal per their class/local culture — so here, if a girl gets unexpectedly pregnant (which is... not uncommon), they don't freak out or think about how it will affect their future, how they'll afford it etc, they usually just... shrug, drop out of high school, marry the guy, have the kid.

When we were 16, one of my good friends got pregnant, and she too did exactly that. She was unironically overjoyed to find out too, rather than panicked or dismayed. Like, when she took the pregnancy test, I was there with her, sitting on the tile floor of the church bathroom at 9 pm with the test we scraped cash together to buy from the gas station-pharmacy hybrid shop down the road, and she, as a 16 year old high school junior, was actively hoping, fingers crossed and smiling and everything, that it would be positive. She's now 24 and is about to have baby #5.

And part of the reason she was fine with it was... because her mom had her at 15. It's a very cyclic thing. The possibility of abortion would not occur to them unless someone else brought it up.

3) Moreover, when women vote, they focus on what affects them specifically as a woman — and prioritize what's most "real" to us as an individual woman, the hypotheticals one can most realistically see happening to them. But what that most realistic thing is, varies a lot from woman to woman.

For a woman living in, say, Maine or northeast California or even a safer rural place like Idaho, I can see how abortion is probably the most "real" thing to them, that they can see themselves being in a position to affect them.

Whereas for me, having experienced harassment and aggression, reading about these statistics and headlines, violence is something I am much more afraid of happening to me. I'm very careful to avoid an area where I was harassed before.

But for someone in a low-crime place, that isn't something that's going to be a priority.

I personally now realize that a lot of the misunderstanding and clashing is a matter of the fact that women in many blue areas simply don't think about this, because they've never had a reason to, and that's perfectly understandable.

But a lot of women in areas like my home do not realize that. Many women at home strongly believe that "them uppity rich white women out in California or wherever the hell" (quoth my 90-something year old neighbor), are aware of, but simply don't care about, the consequences women here/poor women face. I used to think so too, when I was younger, because that's what I was told.

As a result, they view their blue vote as a very "let them eat cake" heartless-rich-person sort of thing, as selfish and/or classism, in the same way that women in blue areas likely view their red votes as female-class betrayal, religious brainwashing, believe their husbands must be controlling them, etc.

Now, with greater life experience, I not only understand that it isn't like that at all on either side, but I can also see why many blue-area women dismiss our experiences as "not really happening" or "right-wing propaganda," simply due to the fact that it's very difficult for them to fathom it, because it's so different from the reality they live in, it feels like it can't be real.

4) it *is* true that these women are often demonized and gaslit for talking about the rapes, job loss etc, so that has shifted even more moderate women very rightwards over the last few years, because they feel silenced/censored.

Donald is a sort of savior figure — he acknowledges the issue they otherwise feel censored on, and moreover, has essentially promised to take away the men that hurt them, their daughters, sisters etc. They want to feel safe again, they want their husbands to get their jobs back, feel like they have a secure future, etc, and his platform is literally "make America safe again, make America rich again, make America great again."

That line you may have seen all over the internet a few days ago, where Donald said something along the lines of "I'm going to protect the women if they like it or not"? And you know how it earned disgust from the mainstream population of women?

That line was received extremely positively by women at home. I've already seen them sharing it around with my mom/aunts/grandma on facebook, in a positive light, ecstatic. It makes them feel seen and heard in a culture that otherwise puts a hand over their mouth, and they cling to those words in hope of a better future.

Tldr: it's women who are vulnerable and afraid and desperate, going for the only option that has promised to address their needs. Much conflict comes from the limited human ability to grasp things outside of ourselves, our tendency for solipsism — an unfortunate part of the human condition that has plagued our species from the dawn of time.

[countrymusiclover]

It's About Time

Y/n and Georgie have been best friends for years. Everyone in town is waiting on when they will get together...including Y/n herself. When a new girl comes into town and interests Georgie will they ever get together??

1 - Matching Marks

2 - Possible Futures

3 - Memaw's Car

4 - New Feelings and a Videotape

5 - The Birthday Surprise

6 - Will He Ever Realize?

7 - Love Letter

8 - The Jealousy Plan

9 - Jealousy Plan in Motion

10 - Switching Coopers

11 - Changing the Game

12 - Late Night Confession

13 - Good / bad decisions

14 - The First Date

15 - Moving to the next Level

16 - The Day My Life Changed

17 - We’ll be Bonnie and Clyde

18 - Cooper Baby Video

19 - My New Family

20 - Man of the House

21 - Lot Can Happen in 10 Years

22 - Blast from my Past

23 - The Big City Girl

???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[radfemsouthy]

South Africa has a teenage pregnancy problem older men raping & impregnating young girls problem.

[local-lover-boy]

Ovulating and babysat today, the pregnancy brainrot is consuming me

[hianeta]

PRETTY PAINFUL 😖

Hope mine won't be as bad...