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affirmations. i love betting on losing dogs i love my losing dogs. maybe one day they will win. keep betting on those losing dogs

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dylan fox

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Dana Evans in THE PITT 1.09

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Maria Chepeleva (Ukrainian, b.1985)

Cat on a radiator

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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙʏ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ!

      PREGNANCY -

❝ We’re going to be parents! ❞ ❝ Did you feel him/her/them kick!? ❞ ❝ Do you want to feel the baby? ❞ ❝ I’m pregnant…and it’s yours. ❞ ❝ Do you think I’ll make a good mother/father? ❞ ❝ What are you hoping for? ❞ ❝ I feel so nauseous today… ❞ ❝ What should we name him/her/them? ❞ ❝ How many diapers do you think we’ll need? ❞ ❝ You’re crying over a puppy? ❞ ❝ Is just strawberry okay? They didn’t have strawberries and cream. ❞ ❝ I’ve read this book four times I’m basically an expert by now. ❞ ❝ Boy or girl? ❞ ❝ Wait, do we have everything on this list I found? ❞ ❝ Can you put the crib together? I’m so tired. ❞ ❝ This kid can come out anytime it’s ready. ❞       ❝ You’re glowing. ❞ ❝ How far along are you? ❞ ❝ Please don’t freak out…but I’m pregnant. I SAID DON’T FREAK OUT. ❞ ❝ Hospital. Now! ❞ ❝ I think that was a contraction… ❞ ❝ The due date’s not until next week! ❞

     NEW BABY -

❝ S/He’s your kid before five in the morning. ❞ ❝ We need to go on a diaper run again. ❞ ❝ We’re out of formula–where’s the other can!? ❞ ❝ Ugh, s/he spit up on my good shirt! ❞ ❝ S/he won’t stop crying, I don’t know what to do. ❞         ❝ Please take him/her, I’m going to go crazy with the screaming. ❞ ❝ Is it even possible for a baby to scream so much!? ❞ ❝ Should they be breathing like that? ❞ ❝ I need to go check on the baby. ❞     ❝ If you never put him/her down you’ll spoil him/her. ❞ ❝ Daddy/Mommy’s little girl/boy! ❞ ❝ Good morning, little spawn of Satan! ❞ ❝ Shhh, they’re finally asleep.  ❞     ❝ Dammit, I just got them to sleep! ❞ ❝ Be careful, s/he’s a hair puller…. ❞ ❝ Where’s the pacifier!? ❞ ❝ I can’t find his/her blanket, please help me. ❞     ❝ I’ve been up since four this morning, it’s your turn. ❞ ❝ I found you and the baby sleeping in the recliner at six am and it was so precious. ❞ ❝ Stroller, diaper bag, playpen, blanket, bottles, what else do we need before we go to your parents? ❞ ❝ A babysitter!? Are you insane!? ❞     ❝ You’re going to spoil them. ❞     ❝ We can’t go out with the baby, that’s just asking for trouble. ❞ ❝ Baby’s awake… ❞ ❝ S/he’s so precious…. ❞ ❝ This is our son/daughter…. ❞ ❝ We make damn beautiful babies. ❞ ❝ Look at his/her little feet… ❞ ❝ S/he has your eyes. ❞ ❝ Do not dress him/her in that! ❞     ❝ Be careful with him/her! ❞ ❝ Did you remember to pack his/her toy? ❞ ❝ His/her first tooth came in today. Already bit me.❞ ❝ Did you hear that? That was a cough.❞           

        CHILDREN -

❝ The kids won’t stop fighting. ❞ ❝ We should have another. ❞ ❝ Stop giving them dessert before dinner! ❞ ❝ You’re going to spoil them rotten… ❞ ❝ You need to learn not to fall for the puppy dog eyes.  ❞ ❝ I just love them so much!? ❞     ❝ How are we going to break the news to them that they’re getting a brother/sister? ❞ ❝ Their screaming woke the baby… ❞     ❝ I’m a horrible mother/father… ❞ ❝ How can you make the baby hush and I can’t? ❞ ❝ Was that a word!? ❞ ❝ His/her first word better not be a damn cuss word! ❞     ❝ You look exhausted. ❞ ❝ First steps! First steps! ❞ ❝ Watch, s/he can roll over now! ❞ ❝ I don’t want anyone else watching our baby/children. ❞     ❝ They totally wanted to build the pillow fort, not me. ❞ ❝ Can you manage dropping them off? ❞ ❝ Damn terrible twos, right? ❞ ❝ How did they outgrow their clothes so fast!? ❞    ❝ I think we make damn good parents. ❞ ❝ Why are both you and the baby crying? ❞ ❝ Here, I’ll watch him/her, you go relax. ❞ ❝ I haven’t been able to put her/him down all morning/day/night. ❞     ❝ S/he doesn’t want me, s/he wants you! ❞ ❝ S/he just ran into the coffee table, don’t worry. ❞ ❝ Stop fighting with me in front of the kid/s! ❞ ❝ We shouldn’t have dressed the twins in matching outfits… ❞     ❝ Can I hold him/her? ❞ ❝ S/he has separation anxiety because you never put them down! ❞ ❝ My mother always hoped my kids would end up like me…I’m so sorry. ❞ ❝ I wouldn’t let them do ____, so they started crying. ❞   ❝ Oh, s/he’s just a little angel! ❞ ❝ Hello, little one! ❞ ❝ I can babysit if you’d like. ❞ ❝ Guess who broke your favorite ____. ❞   ❝ Finally got him/her/them to sleep. ❞ ❝ It’s your turn to put him/her/them to bed. ❞ ❝ I hate bath time. ❞ ❝ Can you help me with the kids for five goddamn minutes!? ❞   ❝ I think ____ is jealous of the baby. ❞ ❝ ___ just hit ___, can you do something!? ❞ ❝ Is locking kids in the basement against the law!? ❞ ❝ They’re cute when they’re quiet. ❞ ❝ Maybe taking them to the park will let out all their energy. ❞ ❝ _____ colored on the walls today… ❞ ❝ Look at the mess they made again… ❞                            

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Seconds feel like hours—both standing frozen in the dim lit kitchen. She hasn’t moved in god knows how long, merely staring forward—hands pressed and held at her hips. Sebastian might even assume the girl might’ve stopped breathing as she fairs closer to a statue than anything human. Stunned, confused, hurt. There’s a cacophony of words that round each corner and swirl in her mind in hopes to fit the pieces together. Unfortunately she has no fucking clue what the puzzle even looks like.

The kettle whistles, blinding in its course and yet it’s the only thing that seemingly brings the blonde back to earth as she turns around silently to pour the water in the waiting mug, tea bag already set.

“I don’t—understand.” It’s only when she isn’t facing him when she can calculate any sanction of words. And when she does, her eyes of cerulean sea glass shine glossy in tears, brows knit in this permanent scowl—a look unbecoming and unfamiliar to the usual smile lines and steady smile that seem permanently affixed unto her features.

“So, when were you going to tell me? Help me fucking understand ‘cause right now—I don’t even know what to believe.”

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Her heart barreled in her chest, pacing through the kitchen in hopes that everything was ready. Dinner, just dinner. But it’s not just anymore. No, this is the first dinner where she introduces the man she had been seeing to her son. This doesn’t happen, this step—not with night shifts at the bar and day shifts as a single mother. There just isn’t time or space for this step—for introductions—for milestones.

But then came Frank Castle. Unrelenting and damn near intoxicating. Stoic on the surface, yes, but there’s something to be discovered beneath the layers he hides behind. Perhaps this whole milestone was just as new and unpredictable for him as it was for her.

The pot boils as the aroma wafts throughout the house. Beef stroganoff isn’t exactly a staple in their household, but familiar and set aside for only the rarest occasions. There’s no doubt, despite their budding relationship having been something that fell together unpredictably and yet seamlessly, that she’s trying to impress.

JJ is none the wiser, setting the table as rehearsed and practiced every night. It’s not unusual to set up for three as often, Ms. Sunny from next door comes by or even Eloise’s brother, Jesse.

“Is he going to move in with us?” JJ asks, setting down the fork, spoon and knife in their allotted places. “Cal’s mom’s boyfriend moved in after only a month.”

“No, he isn’t moving in, sweetheart. It’s just dinner. So, y’know, you two can meet and get to know each other. Besides, Frank and I have been dating for more than a month already, so, not like Cal’s mom’s boyfriend.”

“Do you like him?”

El laughs, stirring the pot. “I sure hope so.”

“What do I call him?”

Another laugh. “Just Frank, Jay.”

She loves these conversations as her eight year old becomes this curious, wild, intuitive, unearthly thing. It helps solidify her nerves, settling in to a more circus of butterflies rather than the booming anxiety.

JJ opens his mouth to ask another question when there’s a knock at the door as the le Roux pair both pause, sharing a knowing, anticipating look.

“I’ll get it!” JJ calls, bolting toward the door. Turning the stove down in a simmer, Eloise follows aptly towards the front door as it opens.

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