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Spooky Month 6: Hollow Sorrows background portrait and hospital poster sketches
#spooky month#spooky month 6: hollow sorrows#progress and process#lila#skid#ross#jaune#susie wonder#pump's mum#pump's dad
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i drew the ladies as warrior cats!
#Carmen keeps her kittypet name out of pride but if she ever accepts a colony name it would be Cardinalrose#also i use both the traditional and lyrical naming system so all their warrior names have a certain meaning to it#susie not here bc im including her with hatzgang + younger kids#also pump's mum is considering āmissingā here so :3#lila has /hair/ because i said soā¦.. 2010s warrior cats anyone?#[ the art of mourning ]#[ spooky warriors au ]#spooky month#spooky month fanart#spooky month carmen#spooky month lila#spooky month patty#spooky month jaune
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US elections this Trump wins that- what is happening in german politics why is Scholz suddenly doing things
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Reading whilst i do my final pump of the day š®
#reading#book worm#reading community#book community#fear the flames#romantasy#romantic fantasy#fantasy#Romantasy books#mum life#breast pumping
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okay ive officially had enough emergency room and urgent care visits to last the rest of the year
#mum thought she was having a heart attack this morning#CLOSE but not quite#she caught a virus that caused lung inflammation making her right & left ventricles#pump at different speeds and the x-rays looked like she had fluid building up in her heart#and the entire team was worried she was going into acute heart failure#luckily it was just a stupid virus playing on her asthma so they were able to treat her easily#she has a few cardiology follow-ups coming up now but for the mkst part-#anyway kids don't ignore chest pains & shortness of breath!#her resting pulse rate was at 148bpm which is Not Good.#anyway it is 8 am we've been here since 3 i am ready to go home Ć_Ć#shut up ace#hello tis i#the mothership#delete later
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luv realising that my executive dysfunction disappears the moment i put on a body doubling video (this happens bc i forget Every Time until i put one on & suddenly tasks that have been waiting for me to complete them for a week take 17 minutes pain free minutes to do)
#rich stay at home mums making clean with me videos are good actually#as are the terminally online gen z students pumping out 3 hour study with mes every second day#glossier grwms??? same concept#random youtubers doing spa night routines?? bless you#sometimes some good can come from people oversharing their lives online#not a lot#but some#*
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Photo taken during climate action protest in Canberra, January 2020, featuring another of ScoMoās tone deaf quotes - āthankfully weāve had no loss of lifeā - from that ill-fated small town PR tour.
"Yes, two, that's quite right. I was thinking about firefighters really," said Morrison, before expressing his "sincere condolences" for the 27 lives lost during the ongoing disaster.
Officially, 33 people were ultimately killed directly by fires that summer with another estimated 445 people dying from smoke inhalation.
Meanwhile the PM fucked off to Hawaii on holiday.
I am still incandescent with rage.
I just spent some time scrolling through this blog and am suffering from sever laughter. Thanks so much for collating the countries craziest moments. One of my favourites is when Scott Morrison was in Hawaii while the bushfires where burning.
December 2019: As Australia's east coast is engulfed in the worst bushfires in living memory, rumours begin to circulate that Australia's Prime Minister Scott Morrison may have secretly fucked off for a holiday in Hawaii.
Keep in mind, this is what is going down in Australia at the time:
The Hawaii rumour is initially written off as a fringe conspiracy, because surely nobody could be that fuckin tonedeaf, and it was quickly forgotten about... until an Australian man visiting Hawaii UPLOADED A SELFIE ON THE BEACH WITH THE PM THROWING A SHAKA.
At which point all hell broke loose.
Overnight the formerly popular "Scomo" became the most despised man in all of Australia. Think "firefighters shouting out of their windows to news cameras" level of despised.
After about two days of radio silence and pretending like he was still at home running the country, the Prime Minister's handlers finally dragged him onto call with an Australian radio station, where he pinky promised to return to Australia as fast as he could in an attempt to calm things down.
Unfortunately Scott's empathy consultant (a real job) then had to watch Scott pour more gasoline on the dumpster fire by uttering the now famous phrase "Look I don't hold a hose mate" when asked by the radio interviewer why the fucking fuck the fuckhead wasn't fucking in Australia doing his fucking job during a massive fucking crisis.
Testing just how much worse things could get, Scomo then proceeded to NOT rush back to Australia as promised, instead attempting to complete the rest of his holiday, a fact that was exposed when a passerby snapped a picture of him still lounging on the beach two days later.
Eventually, holiday complete, Morrison did reluctantly slink back to Australia, and in an attempt to calm things down, he decided to pay a visit to a small town that had been destroyed by the fires.
Which was a big mistake.
Scomo still had not registered how absolutely and totally he had screwed the poodle with his Hawaiian beach vacation, and he walks into what is now taught in PR classes as one of the greatest examples of "what not do do in a crisis" in all of history.
Scotty from Marketing, as he is now dubbed by the nation, spends a painfully cringe-inducing hour wandering around a burned down town with TV news cameras in tow, having to FORCE PEOPLE TO SHAKE HIS HAND in what is some of the most awkward footage you will ever see.
At this point it's probably also worth mentioning that, before becoming Prime Minister, Scott Morrison's biggest claim to fame in politics was being the guy that was so far up the coal lobby's arse that he literally brought coal into parliament and waved it around, claiming it doesn't hurt people.
So when a protest was organised it turned out to be one big national fuck you to the Prime Minister, the likes of which the world has never seen before or since.
Needless to say, at this point Scomo's career was dead in the water, but thanks to the rules brought in to stop Australian political parties from knifing their leader every two weeks (a popular Aussie passtime) Morrison basically couldn't get fired until after the next election.
And so, when the election rolled around in 2022, we decided that was an opportune time to travel over to Hawaii to erect this bad boy tribute to the Prime Minister, on the very beach where Scomo had sat and drank margaritas that one fateful week in December as Australia burned (thanks to @chaser for funding the ticket)
#I hope he fucking chokes#I feel like the rest of the world didnāt and still doesnāt really understand what we meant by āaustralia burnedā#like literally 2/3 of the country was on fire#I cannot articulate or overstate the scale and just how devastating these fires were#I lived through the 2003 Canberra bushfires (when 70% of the ACT burned to the ground)#and my understanding of bushfires has been shaped by that event since I was eight years old#Back then I had closeup view of the flames encircling our home from all directions as burning leaves fell from a midday sky dark with smoke#and mobs of kangaroos fled the flames down our suburban street in droves#standing on our deck with my mum watching flames creep into the valley before of us while simultaneously racing down the hill behind us#and asking her if we were going to die while my sister's ill-timed 13th birthday party was ensconced inside#all glued to the emergency broadcast radio. Trapped in our home as their own families were evacuated without them#every one of those 13yr old birthday party guests' families were ordered to evacuate that night.#that is one experience of one bushfire that lasted 5 days 20 years agoā#and in the 2019-20 Black Summer bushfires I am telling you that 2/3 OF THE COUNTRY WAS ON FIRE FOR MONTHS.#that is millions of people going through that same terror and horror#supply chains were broken up and down the east coast.#for foreigners: the East Coast has the highest population density in the country#there was barely any food on the north-nsw/south-qld coast for weeks. What was there was extremely expensive#my brother (a poor student) in Brisbane told us he was living off dry cornflakes and carrots because it was all he had left#petrol couldnāt be transported safely to the effected regions (because... highly flammable liquid) even when the roads weren't on fire#so when people were told to evacuate. to get out because it wasnāt safe.#that they would lose their homes and livelihoods and if they didnāt get the fuck out of there right then they might also lose their lives#ā and then there was no petrol to fuel their cars.#There was no way out without carrying what few belonging they could in their arms and literally running#and thatās not including fuel for generators when the powerlines burned down.#Hospitals given priority to fuel but still with rolling brownouts#Last bastions of community huddled together in evacuation centres in the dark without power#sometimes without running water when the pumps/pumping stations lost power#admist THIS crisis Scott Morrison - Prime Minister of the fucking country - decided to take a holiday to Hawaii#because he ādidnāt hold a hose mateā
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#best breast pump australia#Birth and baby blog#Pregnancy#birth and baby blog#Community support for breastfeeding mums#Hands-Free Wearable Breast Pump
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The trailer for Spooky Month 6: Hollow Sorrows
#spooky month#spooky month 6: hollow sorrows#trailers#skid#pump#father gregor#ignacio#mayor evermore#jack#john#lila#patricia azure#mr wonder#ross#roy#robert#pump's mum#pump's dad#(Unnamed characters will be tagged once their names are confirmed - Grim)
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there was an easter collaboration between many twitter artists and i was welcomed to draw pumpās mother!
i based the dress of one of the sylvanian family easter outfits! <3
#posting this now because thereās a beach collab rn and i got pumpās mum again!#naturally i wish for carmen or richard but theyāre the popular choices lol#itās fine tho because i draw them like 24/7 so LMAOOOO it doesnāt upset me#so often times itās me doing pumpās mother or lucky!#the two eggs represent pump and susie ofc~#[ the art of mourning ]#spooky month#spooky month fanart#spooky month pumpās mom#spooky month pump mom
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Simonās never given much thought to babies before.
When he was younger, enough time was spent scorning his father and the childhood he was depriving him of, that any thoughts of becoming a dad himself one day were nonexistent. As far as he was concerned, he was essentially already a stand in parent to his younger brother.
As he grew older and enlisted, his life becoming one that consisted of nothing more than violence and destruction and terror, he thought the odds of him surviving into his 30ās were so slim that he need never bother worrying about having a ānext of kinā.
That was until, he met you, of course.
Because now that Simon Riley has you in his life, heās not quite so pessimistic about his existence the way he once was, doesnāt picture a foreboding dark cloud when he considers what his future could be. What a future with you could be.
Still, as much time as the two of you spend actually engaging in the baby making process, Simon really only considers babies as being something that other people have, not him.
Not with his line of work, not with the risks that come alongside the territory, not when he already can barely stand to leave you for deployment, let alone leave you behind with a child on top of everything.
No, Simon is perfectly content with his life where babies are just another anomale.
But then, your best friend announces sheās pregnant. And the sight of you holding a positive pregnancy test in your hands, changes something within him.
Suddenly, Simon is noticing chubby, drooling little infants everywhere he goes.
Fat babies shoved into the uncomfortable looking seats of grocery carts pass by him in the shops, crying babies strapped to their mums on the tube, sleeping babies being pushed around in their prams without a care in the world. Even on base, he notices more people talking about their children, showing off picture of their offspring.
Heās looking at you a little different as well. His gaze on you will darken as you and your friend chat about baby names, casually mentioning the ones that you like for yourself. His grip will tighten around the shopping cart when you wave to passing babies, making them giggle. Heās surprised at the way his cock twitches when you pretend to hold a breast pump up to your own chest, wrapping the baby shower gift youād gotten her.
It only takes so long for you to notice the change in him as well.
Youāll be strolling through the park on a chilly morning when a young family goes by, Simon muttering something about how the little bald headed infant āshould have a hat on for fuckās sake, cold out āereā. Youāll be in the shops, when suddenly Simon returns holding a pair of teeny tiny baby shoes in his hand, appearing comically small in his large calloused palms, wondering if maybe your friend would like them. Youāre sitting outside a cafe while a pair of chubby cheeked babies are sat in their strollers staring at Simon as if their lives depended on it. Youāre giggling to yourself, watching your boyfriend stare right back at these little girls, when the 6ā4ā tank of a man slowly lifts a gloved hand and waves at them, earning a pair of gummy smiles in return.
The most evident change in Simon however, is in bed.
Almost overnight, he goes from never having considered children, to suddenly dedicating every effort to getting you pregnant by the end of the year, month, week.
#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fic#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#cod fanfic#simon ghost riley x you#cod simon ghost riley#cod simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x you#call of duty ghost#ghost fanfic#ghost cod#ghost#simon fluff#ghost x y/n#cod fic#readwritealldayallnight#simon ghost riley fluff#simon riley fluff#cod#cod x reader#cod fluff#drabble
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well that was embarrassing
#my mum just lost her temper with a dude because heās sat in his car eating a burger instead of instantly driving off from the fuel pump#i speak!#and then called him an asshole once the window was up#all because he was waiting for the woman in front to go instead of driving off around her
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My heart hurts ouchie
#Just broke the pump on my washing machine#Im not looking forward to how badly my mum will treat me because of it
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Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader requested by multiple: doctor visit
The pediatrician's office is very bright.
Bright walls, bright furniture, bright toys. The hallway is painted a bright blue, dotted with wispy, spongey clouds, spiraling in patterns from floor to ceiling.
The exam room is not much better. It's yellow. Supposed to be soothing, you tell him. It's anything but.
The bright colors unsettle him, but he shoves it down. Swallows the gnawing anxiety brewing in the back of his mind, forces away the spiral attempting to swallow him whole. He falls back on what gives him comfort, what allows him to sleep at night, what makes him feel whole. The only one who doesn't make him feel torn to shreds. The one who can touch his bare skin without making him shake. You.
You're nervous too. It started when you got the baby undressed, and has only gone downhill from there. He can see it in the way you pace back and forth in the room, holding Ry to your chest, bouncing him, rubbing his back. There's dread scrawled into your expression, grim unease radiating from your bones.
"C'mere mama." He reaches, pulling your forearm and tugging you close, resting his chin on top of your head. You relax, but barely. "Everything's going to be alright."
"He hates shots."
"He's a baby, course he does. Can't blame 'im. Huh bub?" He strokes Orion's chubby and round cheek, tilting his head to press a kiss to your temple.
Someone knocks on the door, and it creaks open.
"Hi!" A young woman in a white coat smiles at them, giving Simon an odd look before stepping forward. He swallows the acid burning the back of his throat.
"Hey, Dr. Marsh." You greet weakly, face pinched. She says hello, and washes her hands, keeping a stream of chatter until she's seated on a rolling stool with an iPad in her hand.
"How's our big man?"
"Still big." You quip drily, and she laughs, glancing up at Simon. You look at him too, and then your mouth drops into a little o. "Sorry, this is Simon. Orion's dad." She stands, extends her hand. He takes it, careful to not squeeze too tight before letting go and hanging his own rigidly by his side, tense, like he's priming for a fight of some kind.
"I guess we know where he gets his size from." Fingers tap across the screen, and then she sets it on the examination table. "So, how is it going?"
"Fine, good, I think. He's still feeding every three hours. I feel like he's gained ten pounds since our last visit." She nods. "I've been trying to pump as much as I can but... there's just... not as much."
"That can happen. If you're still happy with breastfeeding, I don't have any concerns. Of course, if you want to stop, that's more than okay. As long as he's getting what he needs, there's no wrong way to feed him." You nod, rubbing his back. Dr. Marsh asks about any other concerns, and after you say you have none, she reaches for him. "Let's see if our guy is still a ninety nine percenter, huh?" Simon frowns.
"Ninety nine percenter?"
"He's uh, in the ninety nine percentile. Very big."
"Very big, and very tall." Dr. Marsh says from over her shoulder, where she's now got Orion on the baby scale. "Born at what mum, four and a half kilograms?" Simon blanches. Bloody hell. You haven't really told him too much about the birth, and he hasn't pushed you on it. Maybe this is why. You don't have a c-section scar, and he winces thinking about you giving birth, naturally. He should have been there. Should have held your hand, told you how amazing you were. How strong. The familiar feeling of regret resurfaces, and he gives you an apologetic look. You shrug with a little smile.
"He looked like a giant in the nursery, next to all the... regular sized babies." Dr. Marsh laughs, but Simon grimaces. Guilt settles in his stomach like a rock.
"Sorry, mama." He apologizes sheepishly, squeezing your hand, and you rub your thumb over his knuckles.
"It's okay, I kinda," your eyes sweep over him from head to toe, "expected it."
"Alright, so," Dr. Marsh brings Ry back over, handing him to you, but Simon intervenes, pulling him into his arms. He worries about your back. She smiles again, types something into the tablet, and then clears her throat, "growth is slowing down."
"Is that bad?" You sound alarmed, and she shakes her head.
"Not bad, considering he's been outperforming in height and weight since he was born. This happens, it's normal, there's nothing to worry about. However, he's still in the nineties. Just shy of eight kilograms."
"What's normal?" He's curious now, wondering how big his son is really, compared to others. He'd even feel proud, if he wasn't worried about the trauma having him may have caused you.
"Fiftieth percentile is around six. Now," she rests her hands on her thighs, and levels a serious look at you. "How are you? Sleep getting any better? Are you keeping up on hydration?" Simon peeks down at you, lips tugged into a firm line.
"He still feeds every three hours, and I'm the source so... not really."
"Any more dizzy spells?" What? His head snaps your direction. Orion gurgles, and he pats his back absentmindedly. Dizzy spells? Why haven't you said anything?
"Uh, not really. Maybe a few."
"Breastfeeding can take a lot out of you. It uses a lot of metabolic energy, so try to make sure you're eating enough and drinking a lot of water. It's normal to feel exhausted or fatigued, but taking care of your nutritional needs will go a long way. I know I sound like a broken record but, I think it will help. You might also try talking to your OB, since you know... I'm only a little human doctor." You swallow.
"Okay." She gives you a serious look, and you nod.
"Alright then, let's move on to everyone's favorite part."
He holds Orion for the entirety of the rest of the visit. He squirms and screams as he gets his shots, crying at the top of his lungs, and Simon closes his eyes at one point to take a deep breath. He's okay. He's safe. They're both safe. They're here.
You take him afterward, lips to the top of his head, eyes closed as you whisper. "Shhh, I know baby, I know. It's over now. All done. You were so brave." Simon's heart aches. It hurts to know you're struggling, that you see yourself as a failure, when it's so blatant that you're anything but. He's going to fix that.
You stop at the reception desk, lingering until the girl behind it gets off the phone. "Um, can we update Orion's emergency contact list? I want his dad to be on there, too." Simon looks down at you, momentarily dumbstruck. Sweet, sweet girl. Sweet little kitten. The receptionist smiles brightly, taking the information he provides, phone number, back up phone number (work cell) and his name.
The two of you head towards the elevator, and you give him a hesitant look as you step inside. "You don't mind right? I didn't want to overstep but... you're his parent too, I thought you might want to be-" You don't get to finish before he's swooping down with a hand at the small of your back and another on the baby's head, slamming his lips to yours so fiercely your breath hitches.
"Mama," he kisses your forehead, and then cups your chin. "You and Orion are my family now. You're it for me, and I'm chuffed you'd think to put me down as an emergency contact." You jerk back at his words, eyes wide. Too much? Too soon? Too strong? He doesn't care. He needs to start easing you into it, getting you used to the new reality, before he's moving you and the baby out of your flat and giving you a new last name.
"Simon." You whisper, but he shakes his head.
"I told you. I wanted you the night we made him, and I still do. You're everything. You're mine. You and our boy." You don't say anything, and the silence kills him until you reach for his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. "An' we're going to have a talk about you getting dizzy and not saying anything to me. Alright?" You gulp.
"Alright."
#grits teeth#these are getting longer#through me (the flood)#peaches writes#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#unedited so mind the mistakes
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I kinda want to write an entire essay on this stupid site, but I donāt know what to write about. I could possibly dream up a billion scenarios if I had the time and the energy, but I donāt. You can tell when I am typing on my laptop because I punctuate my sentences properly.
Did you know that Pump the JamĀ was made by a Belgium techno group? I didnāt until just this morning, when I watched Cunk on Earth.
#pump#pump it up#pump the jam#i dont know the rest of the lyrics because i have not listened to the song that often#i wonder what i am going to eat for dinner tonight#a burrito sounds excellent right about now#oh shit i am supposed to be cleaning my room rn#oops forgot to do that#welp hopefully my mum doesnt scream at me#why do we buy so many hangers#my room actually isnt that dirty#if i can wash money then why doesnt the marker shit come off#are frogs actually gay#like what makes frogs gay#is it the consumer#supply and demand of frogs is gay
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Molly-Mae Hague out in Manchester on February 27, 2023.
#*molly#*molly mae#tw: long post#//just casually bringing a whole duffel bag to the hair salon lol#//probably to pump but she would always do this even before she was a mum lol
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