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What can I say...

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Hey. International people.

Keep calling it the Gulf of Mexico or whatever your term is for it. Do not allow the Republican regime to label that body of water the Gulf of America to the world. The name came from a the term Mexica, what the Aztecs called themselves. It’s been called the Gulf of Mexico since the 1600s.

Keep calling it Denali. The original name before it was Mount McKinley. Don’t let the Indigenous Peoples/First Nations be erased.

It may sound stupid and petty. But it is an attempt to rewrite history and make us forget the origins. It is a literal white washing of history. This type of censorship is a beginning to greater evils.

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here's a bunch of spongebob titlecards i hoarded

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He bites

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hear me out, dear creepy cops! i love ur creepy asses!! thank u!!!

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Berta Privée | No. 12

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Take care of yourselves everyone 💚🏳️‍🌈

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Even if the sun rises, this is far from being over.

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Get you a man who sees you hanging around the kitchen and offers to make you hot chocolate unprompted.

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I watched Classic Who first (there was no way I could have gotten into NuWho it would have been way to overstimulating for me as kid) but the vibe I'm getting is most people started with NuWho. Figured I'd get some numbers on that

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Forgot to update here:

No tumors or abnormalities.

I have neuritis (inflammation of the nerves, specifically in my left eye.)

My next stop is the Neurologist, but that won’t be until April at the earliest I could get an appointment. Which…. I hope I don’t have another migraine in the time between now and then.

Got another eye appointment tomorrow morning.. and also discussing going to a neurologist they’re trying to refer me to.

My vision has mostly returned, but who’s to say it won’t go again after another bad migraine?

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y’all just ever feel like a ghost looking in on your own life

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“Shhhhh..” Travis paces with his little girl in his arms, who has had a nasty little cold for the past couple days. She’s thrashing about into his shoulder, not quite crying but still making noise to show that she’s uncomfortable.  “Baby, it’s okay..” His voice is low, husky with sleep. He’d just sat down in the recliner beside her crib, catching the smallest wink of sleep, when she started to cry out. He was exhausted from his late day at work but he’d do anything for his daughter, and that meant staying up with her as long as was needed. “Daddy’s got you, he’ll make everything better.” Briar is only just over a year old, but Travis knows she is truly special. She got her blonde curls and face from her mother (her attitude too, but he keeps that to himself with warm fondness), but he can see the resemblance of his own nose and ears in her tiny features, and while he always thought his dark eyes were hideous and sinister, he finds himself staring lovingly into identical orbs. She was beautiful and everything good in the world. She was his world.

He carefully sat her in his lap when he finally got back into the sage green recliner. “See? You’re okay.” The small girl looked like she’d seen better days, her fluff of hair was every which way and her cheeks were red with sickness. Her tiny fists played with the buttons of his uniform, her ultimate goal being the sheriff’s star on his chest. “I know you feel bad, babygirl,” he leans in and kisses her forehead, “But I know you’re as tough as your mama, and can handle this no problem.” Briar looks at him with wonder, just as a small bubble of snot pops. Her fingers touching his chin now, a slight babble of ‘daddy’ coming through with her usual nonsense that almost made sense. Travis gently dabs her face with a handkerchief from the table beside him, a tiny chuckle leaves him. He strokes her hair, gently brushing it with his fingers so it isn’t as messy. “Girl, you’re going to have a rat’s nest if you don’t take care of it.” The older man makes himself more comfortable, adjusting the seat slightly back and taking the tiny, plant themed blanket that was draped on the back and placing it on his chest. This was one of his favorite things to do ever since Briar came into his life; just hold her to his chest. Watch her breathe and feel her warmth soothe his soul. He traced patterns on her back with his fingers, lulling her into silence. He never thought this would happen, having a child- having children his mind reminds him. Laura is pregnant with their second, it seems that the two of them couldn't wait too long before having another. (They can’t keep their hands off of each other anyway, so it was going to happen sooner or later after they made some… personal decisions.)

He was ecstatic, over the moon with love for his tiny, growing family. It was everything he dreamt of, and nothing like the nightmare of his own family. Despite the dread that wrapped around his heart at the thought he might become an awful father, Laura pulls him out of it and shows him that he is nothing but kind and gentle. That he’s worthy of the life he has now. That he is loved. He felt sleep tugging on his eyelids, he doesn’t know how long he’s been laying in his chair, but Briar is fast asleep on his chest, blanket tucked over her little bear footie pajamas he found on a clearance rack, finding them hilarious when he surprised Laura with them. He shut his eyes for just a moment, letting his eyes rest but he’s quickly awoken to the feeling of Briar falling so he tenses up and adjusts his hold on her. “There you are,” A kiss is placed in between his eyes, which blink open, “I was wondering where you were. Heard you pull in.”

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Laura, dressed in a navy robe, her belly just beginning to show in the most adorable way. She’s pulling Briar away from him gently, and putting her back in her crib with a soft kiss to her hair. She’s grabbing both of his hands and pulling, “C’mon, up to bed. BB will be okay without you, I promise. You’re doing no favors to that back of yours.” He grunts as he’s pulled to his feet, “Sweetheart-” “Nope,” she continues to tug, pulling him behind her as she guides them to their bedroom, “You’re getting some rest, officer. You already do too much around here.” “But-” He’s pushed onto the bed, which he moves to sit on the edge in defiance, “Laura-” Her lips are on his, her fingers nimbly removing his tie, then working down his uniform shirt with leisure. It’s not urgent, it’s soft and delicate. He returns the kiss, his hands gently touching her hips as he urges her closer. They part when Laura’s belly bumps into Travis, making them both chuckle. The man’s hands drift to touch it affectionately, smaller ones covering his. “Look at you two,” he muses softly in an almost whisper, “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Slow,” She preens as he presses kisses to her protruding stomach, “Got a bunch of paperwork done for when I go on leave in a few months, and I picked out the colors for the nursery.” “Did you now?” He looks up at her, “Just tell me what to get and I’ll pick it up for you tomorrow.” “I’ll text you the color names so you don’t forget,” She smiles and moves her hands to cup his face, “Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you,” he pressed a kiss into her palm, “Briar was having a little fit when I got home. Hurts to see our little girl uncomfortable.” She brushes her thumb on his cheek, then lowers herself to sit down beside him with a little ‘oomph!’ “Y’know, the doctor said to wait it out.” “I know, I know,” he sighs, “I just wish I could wave a magic wand and wish it away for her. Hell, I’d rather be sick.” “Trav..” she leans into his side, her lips against his shoulder, “It’ll be okay, everything is fine. Nothing will knock us down, though we may stumble.” “Hey, I’ll always be your crutch, sweetheart,” he presses a kiss to her temple, brushing stray hairs behind her ear, “I’ll be needing a cane any day now, with all these kids…” Laura snorts, “Oh the drama; young, hot blonde has adorable family with grizzled, old sheriff..” He chuckles as he stands back up, taking off the rest of his uniform. “Grizzled, huh?” “I mean,” she adjusts her position on the bed to watch him, “You have a few little silvers up top.. More so…” She licks her lip as her eyes wander over his chest, taking in the dense, salt and pepper hair that trails from his collar and then columns out downwards into his boxers. “..elsewhere.” He has his back turned when he hears a low whistle following her last comment, he feels the heat rise in his face as he looks over his shoulder. A lump forms in his throat almost instantly.

Laura playfully fans herself, laying back amongst the plush pillows and watching his every move. She’s removed her robe and his eyes meet bare skin, a lot of bare skin. She grins as she crooks a finger at him, “C’mere..” Even when she’s not graced with pregnancy, something both of them thought hardly possible due to circumstances from the both of them, Laura had a glow to her. It drew Travis in like a moth, wanting nothing more than to be close to her. The mood of the room changed drastically. He obeys with wide eyes, dropping his uniform on the chair near the dresser, and crawling onto the bed and just enough over her that he can pepper kisses to her small bump. His arms slide under her hips just as she parts her legs, so he can be more comfortable, he lays his cheek gently on her bump and looks at her softly.  A boost of adrenaline filters through his tired body, his voice slathered in growing arousal, “What d’ya need, sweetheart?” She hums lightly, her fingers finding his hair and threading through the dark strands, pleased when he stretches into her palm, “I should be asking what you want, I know you’re tired, baby.” He chuckles lightly, warmth blooming around his heart, “I was tired until you started teasing me. You can’t just lay on our bed looking like some sorta goddess. You’re just looking for some fool like me to start worshiping you.” “You’re not a fool, Trav,” Laura laughs and cups his cheek, her thumb trailing around his lips, “At least, not all the time.” “I am when I’m with you,” he kisses the pad of her thumb before he gingerly opens his mouth, his dark half-lidded gaze not leaving her as her thumb gently prods inside. He groans as he sucks on the small digit, feeling himself getting heavier between his legs even without physical stimulation on his part.  “Baby,” she gasps, “Lemme make you feel good.”

He gently teeths her thumb before drawing off, “Your pleasure is my pleasure.” “Shush,” she giggles, “You can do whatever you want, my treat.” He snorts, shuffling up to kiss her, “And that makes this any different from any other time?” “Okay, okay,” She laughs brighter between kisses, “That’s because I trust you, Trav. More than I have with anyone else in my life.” “Trust you too, sweetheart. With my life, with everything that comes at us.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles at her, pressing his lips to her warm skin. “I love you.” “Baby..” She leans and kisses his temple, “Love you too.” Her hands wander, one hand caressing his clothed erection, while the other plays with the waistband of his boxers. “Why don’t we take these off, huh? I think someone wants out..” He growls, rolling his hips into her hand and enjoying the friction, which makes Laura grin as she strokes him over his boxers. “Baby, why don’t you touch yourself for me?” She licks her lips, watching him writhe against her hand. “Wanna watch you.” Travis exhales shakily, nodding as she peels his boxers off, totally not ignoring the wet spot that had been forming on the grey fabric. His cock springing up after being released. He watches her sit up to toss his boxers near his uniform, then leans over him to rifle through the side table, pulling out the lube.

“Hand,” she purrs, clicking the lid off, and pouring a generous amount into his palm. She grins, watching him spread and smooth it over his length. “There you go, baby.. Such a good boy.” He flushes deeply, seeing the hunger in her eyes. Laura knows exactly what gets him, despite the embarrassment of the first time, they both learned that they can easily get off on the other talking them through it. He grips himself and exhales sharply, his eyes never leaving her. “Go ahead,” she smiles, reaching out to caress his chest hair, “Wanna hear you, baby boy.” He swallows, giving in and starting slow on himself. He groans when she pinches his nipple, “Laur..” ”You make such nice noises,” She hums, continuing to massage and rub his chest, “It’s hot seeing you bothered.. Makes me so wet, baby..” He bites his lip, his eyes scrunching in pleasure as he picks up speed. Her gentle touches add onto his rough treatment of his cock, little growls of frustration leaving him as feels the edge getting closer and closer.  He gasps out in surprise when her hand reaches out and squeezes his sack, his voice thick, “-uck!” “Such a good boy for me,” she muses, “D’you think you have enough patience for me?” ‘Patience’ had turned into their own code word. Travis was getting older and he has had a few.. sudden and quick happy endings, as well as not being able to perform occasionally. It really affects his confidence in their sexual encounters, and while she can still be a bit bratty, Laura has been very gentle with this topic. “Y-yeah,” he lets go of his angry cock, wiping his hand on his thigh of excess lube. His vision is hazy as he watches her straddle him, her small bump hindering her only slightly. He takes himself in hand once again, helping line up. “Slow down, sweetheart..” “I am, baby,” Laura’s plush walls surround him in pure ecstasy as she sinks down on him, her nails dragging down his shoulders and down his back as she whimpers and mewls as pleasure wracks through her. “Fill me so well..” Travis’ chest heaves as forces himself not to thrust upwards, savoring the feeling of her on him. He’s captivated by her breasts, slightly gorged from pregnancy. His eyes find hers, asking permission before squeezing and playing with one breast in one hand while he begins to lick and suck on the other, careful of not nipping too hard. She gasps loudly, her hands going to his hair. Her nails dragging along his scalp as he continues, he flicks his tongue around her sensitive nipple, lapping out more noises from her. Which makes him groan in return, feeling her tighten and flex over his length.  “Sweetheart-” He chokes on his own lust, his hips bucking without his permission. His hot breath prickling her wet nipple, “So beautiful, love seeing you on my cock-” Laura purrs, rolling her hips and giving him a tentative bounce, “Show me how much you want me, baby.”

He growls, easily changing their position by pushing her over and back into her mound of pillows. He spreads her legs and noses his way in, licking lavishly as he goes deeper and making her squeal when he sucks on her clit.  “Travis-!” Her ankles cross behind him as he brings her pleasure, his fingers massaging her thigh before eventually being inserted, her gasps and moans becoming louder and louder. Her whole body shakes as she comes, eventually dropping her legs so he can get back up. Her fingers scratching his back soothingly, “Fuck.. good boy, such a good boy..” Almost feral, he licks his lips, still tasting her arousal as he rears up and takes himself in hand, grabbing and manhandling her closer with his other. He enters her with ease, growling as he watches her breasts bounce with each thrust of his hips; his breathing becoming more and more ragged as he gets closer. The blonde’s noises return, more drawn out as she clenches down on him. “Laur-” He grunts, feeling himself hitting the edge, “Close.” “Come, baby-” her nails dragging down his back as he gets faster and more insistent, hitting her just right and on the edge of overstimulation. Small flashes of lights behind her eyes, “Be my good boy and come for me.” He growls, slamming his hips into her as his orgasm rips through him, his body twitching and shaking as he empties into her. He eventually crashes onto his forearms, spent and exhausted. Laura purrs, her nails no longer in him, instead she smoothes her palms over his back as he calms down and withdraws from her after a few moments. She kisses him softly, “You were perfect, baby. Love you.” “M’love you,” he murmurs, kissing her shoulder as he lowered himself to lay beside her. Just as they think sleep will take them both, Briar starts crying over the baby monitor and Travis shifts to get up, but Laura holds him down with a hand to his chest. “I’ll get it, go to bed.” “Laura-” He tries to get up, despite his body complaining and feeling like a bag of bricks. “No, I am getting her,” she pats his chest and leans over to kiss the tip of his nose, “Sleep, baby.”

“Fine,” Travis huffs, watching her leave the room with her robe in hand. He rolls onto his side, watching the monitor as Laura enters Briar’s bedroom. Her voice soothing both him and BB. “What’s wrong, baby bear?” Laura smoothes her hand down her daughter’s back, her cries quieting down at the contact. “You want mama to sing to you?” Travis watches her pick up their daughter, slowly rocking her as she paces back and forth. Humming to her softly before using her voice fully. “Come, stop your crying,” she starts softly, “It will be alright, just take my hand and hold it tight.” “I will protect you,” She moves around the room, BB already quieting down, “From all around you, I will be here, don't you cry..” “For one so small, you seem so strong..” Laura kisses her head and hugs her to her chest, smiling down at her, “My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm. This bond between us can't be broken, I will be here. Don't you cry, cause you'll be in my heart.”

Travis feels his own heart tremble, watching the screen and wiping at his own face to see that he had started to cry silently. He hides in his own hands, not paying attention to the fact that Laura had returned a few minutes later until she climbed in beside him. “Trav?” She touched his hand, “Hey, what’s wrong?” “Nothing,” he chuckles wetly, wiping at the free-falling tears, “I love you.” “I love you too,” she smiles, kissing his cheek. “Bedtime now.” He nods, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly against him. “Good night, sweetheart.”