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In 1990, the high school dropout rate for Dolly Parton's hometown of Sevierville Tennessee was at 34% (Research shows that most kids make up their minds in fifth/sixth grade not to graduate). That year, all fifth and sixth graders from Sevierville were invited by Parton to attend an assembly at Dollywood. They were asked to pick a buddy, and if both students completed high school, Dolly Parton would personally hand them each a $500 check on their graduation day. As a result, the dropout rate for those classes fell to 6%, and has generally retained that average to this day.

Shortly after the success of The Buddy Program, Parton learned in dealing with teachers from the school district that problems in education often begin during first grade when kids are at different developmental levels. That year The Dollywood Foundation paid the salaries for additional teachers assistants in every first grade class for the next 2 years, under the agreement that if the program worked, the school system would effectively adopt and fund the program after the trial period.

During the same period, Parton founded the Imagination Library in 1995: The idea being that children from her rural hometown and low-income families often start school at a disadvantage and as a result, will be unfairly compared to their peers for the rest of their lives, effectively encouraging them not to pursue higher education. The objective of the Imagination library was that every child in Sevier County would receive one book, every month, mailed and addressed to the child, from the day they were born until the day they started kindergarten, 100% free of charge. What began as a hometown initiative now serves children in all 50 states, Australia, Canada, and the United Kingdom, mailing thousands of free books to children around the world monthly.

On March 1, 2018 Parton donated her 100 millionth book at the Library of Congress: a copy of "Coat of Many Colors" dedicated to her father, who never learned to read or write.

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btw unfollow and block if you’re pro-genocide and pro-mvrdering thousands of children .

“we can be friends with our differences” does not apply when the difference is thinking its okay to support a genocıde and not

idec if you’re “not picking a side” pls it takes less than five minutes to educate yourself even the slightest bit

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First imagine 🤭 kinda scary, this was heavily inspired by @chrissv4mp Drabble on Olivia which just inspired me so much

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Naturally, you were devasted. You loved Olivia so much, she hung the moon and the stars in the eyes as far as you were concerned. The months you went on your final leg of your American tour were hard - every song you had written for her got harder and harder to sing, until your eyes watered every set. When the tour finally ended, you felt horrific at the idea you couldn’t perform how your fans deserved.

They knew you were upset, flocking to Twitter conspiring what had happened to you. Olivia’s own fans were no better, the anger coming out in some of her songs in a way like never before, and her softer songs hitting her in a way no one had seen. Some fans were taking sides, berating you Or Olivia for breaking the others heart. Others remained neutral - choosing to stay silent on the matter.

But time passed. Many fans forgot about it as the weeks went by, and the dust finally settled.

You found yourself out, an LA nightclub at 2am,the music so loud you could feel the bass in your chest, as you danced with some of your friends. Jackie’s hands found your hips, and you laughed as she pulled you into a close dance.

“You look hot” she mouthed, smirking at how you scoff at her. Her eyes scan the room, and you watch as she pales slightly when she finally spots something. When you go to turn to see what she’s looked at she firmly grabs your arm.

“Don’t” Jackie said simply, face shifting into a glare that made your stomach sink - you had a bad bad feeling who was behind you, so naturally, you looked anyway.

Regret flooding you instantly, Olivia looked good, criminally good. She was staring, her own glare locked into her face, eyes locked onto Jackie’s hand still present on your hips. Jackie tugged you closer, muttering under her breath about ‘pop princess bitch’

You chuckled, against your better nature, turning away from Olivia with a pit in your stomach - you had the terrible feeling that this wasn't going to be an easy night.

“Play nice” you scolded, smiling at the near snarl on Jackie’s face, ever the protective best friend. Jackie remained silent, face souring even further and you felt the presence of someone behind you.

You turned, heart pounding in my ears, as you met Olivia’s eyes for the first time in months. Even with the distaste on her face, she was beautiful, you wondered if you’d be able to even muster up the words to say hello.

“Hey.” Olivia stated simply, before her attention turned to Jackie, demeanour changing like a switch. Malice radiated off her in waves, the sneer setting in before she even spoke -

-“Jackie..fancy seeing you here.” She snarked out, before smiling sarcastically -

“You don’t mind if I cut in do you Jackie?”

Olivia didn’t wait for a response, instead pushing herself between you two, ignoring Jackie’s indignant cry of your name. You called out your assurances, watching as Jackie stormed off with a single wave of her hand. You knew she’d yell at you later, but feeling Olivia’s hands on your body, tugging you near flush against her - you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The heat of her skin, the touch of her hands, it all felt sinful.

“You’re certainly getting more comfortable with Jackie” Olivia commented, a faux air of nonchalance taking over, but you could feel her fingers clench at your hips.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous” you chuckled, smirking at the girl before you.

Her eyes flashed, something sharp and dangerous, and you were tugged impossibly closer, her breath hitting your ear in a way that nearly made me shudder.

“Is there a reason I should be jealous? Does she make you feel that thrill that I do?” Olivia growled, letting her hands run down your sides,

You practically tremble at the way her words run through you, settling right in your core. You hate it - you hate the way after months apart she’s still able to affect you so strongly. She knows every button to press, the exact words to make you melt, it’s a disaster waiting to happen.

“Look at me - is there a reason I should be jealous?”

Her voice is low, the question husky and demanding - but there, hidden behind the desire and jealousy, is a hint of insecurity. If you didn’t know her better - if you didn’t know her better than you knew yourself, you’d have missed it behind the wall of faux confidence she’d built up. She was nervous - afraid you’d say yes. It made your heart break, and soar, at the same time.

“You know there isn’t” you whispered back, your arms wrapping around her waist, and holding her close. The music was loud, and the crowd in the nightclub even louder, but all you could hear was Olivia. The rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the slight tremble in her hands still holding you tightly. It was as if you two were in a world of your own.

“I didn’t realise you came back..” you mumbled, unable to stop the shy smile on my face. God damn Olivia Rodrigo and god damn the butterflies she left in her wake.

“My tour ended a few weeks ago...I’m back in the city the last few days” she explained, her own smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The air between you is fraught with a tension you can’t decipher. Is it the jealousy? The awkwardness of a first meet? The excitement you feel at seeing the woman you held so close to your heart again just inches in front of you.

“I…misssd you.” She confessed softly, a nervous tremble in her lips. “I thought about you..a lot, since we last spoke, I was wondering what you were up to..what you were doing, if you missed me too”

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, blush burning at your cheeks as you take everything she’s saying on board. She…missed you? Even after everything had been said and done between you two?

“I did…I missed you a lot..Jackie has been trying to keep my mind off of you, but half the clubs play your songs and I can’t escape you” you admitted, half chuckling at your own commentary.

At the mention of Jackie that same jealous look flashes across her face again, and you’re tugged impossibly close once more. Olivia’s hands are holding your hips tightly, a possessive action in itself, but then she leans in, lips brushing off the corner of my lips, chuckling darkly.

“Does Jackie touch you like that a lot? She breathed out, letting her hand trail up, until she tangled her fingers into my hair. “Do you think of me when she does?”

A soft whimper escapes you at her words, the flush on your cheeks running down your body with a delightful shiver. If Jackie could see you, you’d get an earful about why once an ex always an ex is a good rule of thumb.

At your lack of response, Olivia tugs - making your head fall back with a choked noise of pleasure. You can feel her smirking even if you can’t fully see it.

“You always did like getting your hair pulled..” she continued, a thick air of smugness enveloping every word. With another gentle tug, she pulls your mouths together, a pleased noise falling from someone - you struggle to tell if it’s your own lips it falls from or Olivia’s. As if magnetic, your own hands began to grasp at Olivia’s body, reaching for any part of her you can grab. Her waist, her hips, anywhere your hands can take hold of.

“Missed you” Olivia murmured against your lips, “so fucking bad..”

The heat rising in the dimly lit club, and the feeling of Olivia’s body on yours after so long is enough to make everything feel hazy, and the pleasant rush I feel is only added when Olivia digs her teeth into your bottom lip, dragging a soft whine from you.

“All those pretty noises…all mine”

You shiver at the huskiness in her voice, the sheer possessiveness of her tone, unable to stop yourself from pushing into her - pressing your body flush against hers.

Olivia’s eyes spark with a smugness, visible even under the dim lights.

“Bet no one’s made you sound like that since I left hmm?” She asked, low and heady, her own chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The question, while possessive and thrill inducing, holds an underlying question.

Have you moved on?

“I can’t say anyone has, no..” you murmur in reply, chills running through your body pleasantly, the idea of knowing she still cares making a warm feeling burn in your chest.

Olivia smiles, teasing and pleased, her gaze turning warm as she looks at you.

“Good…no one else has been..with me either” she whispers, an almost shyness in her voice at the admission.

You gaze at eachother, for a long moment, her firm grip on your hair loosening, as she played with the strands, smiling softly. Your own hands, settling on her hip, squeeze, relishing in the feeling of actually having her in your hands again.

This was a bad idea, right? Being with her, seeing her tonight, it was like taking several steps backwards in the journey you’d taken to try and get over her. Though, as she leans in, her lips pressing against yours, soft and quiet like a secret shared between the two of you - you can only say one thing to yourself.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

“Come home with me..just this once, for old times sake” Olivia asks, letting her hand trail down, to take ahold of your own hand, interlocking your fingers together.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

You let her lead you out, chuckling softly at the scathing look she casts Jackie’s way. One more time, for old times sake, didn’t sound so bad.

Fuck it, it’s fine.