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🎆✊🏾April 28th Is A Great Holiday (2024) ✊🏾🎆

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#DownWithFascism #AntiFascista #antifascist

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May you rest in Women's and Lesbian's Flatulence Mussolini

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Happy Birthday Katsuki Bakugo (2024) 🥰😉😀🙂 #MyHeroAcadamia #MHA #KatsukiBakugo #katsuki #Bakugou #bakugokatsuki #BAKUGODAY #bakugoukatsuki #Bakugou ✊🏾😆💖💕🍄🍑❄🌈🌺🌷🎶🌹⭐💜💛🤍🖤🎊🕯🎄🎉✨🎂🍦🍧🍨🧁💥🎇🎆

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Happy Birthday Rei Hino Sailor Mars (2024) 🥰😉😀🙂 #SailorMoon #SailorMars #ReiHino #HinoRei ✊🏾😆💖💕🍄🍑❄🌈🌺🌷🎶🌹⭐💜💛🤍🖤🎊🕯🎄🎉✨🎂🍦🍧🍨🧁🎇🎆

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her expressions!

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Happy President's Day (Blue Pill Day) (2024)😂😂😂😂 #PresidentsDay #PresidentsDay2024 #HappyPresidentsDay #HappyPresidentsDay2024 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Happy Valentine's Day (2024)🥰😉😀🙂#HappyValentinesDay #happyvalentinesday2024 #HappyValentine #HappyValentine2024 #ValentinesDay #valentines #Valentine2024 🎉🌺🌷🎶🌹🕯🧁🍧🍦⭐🌈🍄🍑💜💛🤍🖤🎆❄🎄🎂🍨🎊✨💖💕✊🏾🎇

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Happy 38th Anniversary Pixar 🥰😉😀🙂 #Pixar ✊🏾💖🌺🌷🎶🌹🕯🧁🍧🍦⭐🌈🍄🍑💜💛🤍🖤🎆❄🎄🎂🍨🎊✨💕🎇

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Happy Black History Month (2024) 🥰😉😀🙂 #BlackHistoryMonth #BlackHistory365 #BlackHistoryMonth2024 #BlackHistory #BHM #BHM2024 #BHMKOTD24 #BHMKOTD #HappyBlackHistoryMonth ✊🏾💖🌺🌷🎶🌹🕯🧁🍧🍦⭐🌈🍄🍑💜💛🤍🖤❄🎄🎂🍨🎊✨💕🎇🎆

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Happy 27th Anniversary Final Fantasy VII 🥰😉😀🙂 #FinalFantasyVII #FinalFantasyVIIRemake #finalfantasy7 #FInalFantasy #FFVII ✊🏾💖🌺🌷🎶🌹🕯🧁🍧🍦⭐🌈🍄🍑💜💛🤍🖤❄🎄🎂🍨🎊✨💕🎇🎆

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Happy 16th Anniversary Super Smash Bros Brawl 🥰😉😀🙂 #SuperSmashBros #supersmash #ssb #SSBB #SuperSmashBrosBrawl ✊🏾💖🌺🌷🎶🌹🕯🧁🍧🍦⭐🌈🍄🍑💜💛🤍🖤❄🎄🎂🎉🍨🎊✨💕🎇🎆

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Super Smash Bros Brawl (15 Years Too Late) 🥰😉😀🙂 #15YearsTooLate #15YearsLater #SuperSmashBros #supersmash #ssb #SSBB #SuperSmashBrosBrawl ✊🏾💖🌺🌷🎶🌹🕯🧁🍧🍦⭐🌈🍄🍑💜💛🤍🖤❄🎄🎂🎉🍨🎊✨💕🎇🎆

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Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day (2024) 🥰😉😀🙂 #MartinLutherKingDay2024 #MartinLutherKingJr #MLKDay2024 #MLK2024 #MLKDay #MLK #MLKJr #MartinLutherKing #MartinLutherKingJrDay #martinlutherkingjunior 💖🌺🌷🎶🌹✊🏾🕯🧁🍧🍦⭐🌈🍄🍑💜💛🤍🖤❄🎄🎂🎉🎊🍨✨💕🎇🎆

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Happy 30th Anniversary Blender 🥰😉😀🙂 #blender #b3d #blender3d #blender30 #Blender30thAnniversary #30thAnniversary #30AnniversaryBlender 💕👋🏾✊🏾💖🌺🌷🎶🌹🕯🧁🍧🍦⭐🌈🍄🍑💜💛🤍🖤❄🎄🎂🎉🎊🍨✨🎇🎆

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Happy New Year (2024) 🥰😉😀🙂 #HappyNewYear #HappyNewYear2024 #HappyNewYear24 #HappyNewYears #Happynew #NewYear #NewYear2024 #newyears 💕👋🏾✊🏾💖🌺🌷🎶🌹🕯🧁🍧🍦⭐🌈🍄🍑💜💛🤍🖤❄🎄🎂🎉🎊🍨✨🎇🎆

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Zack and Cody November 16 2023 (15 Years Too Late) 😁#zackandcody #SuiteLifeOnDeck #Suitelifeofzackandcody #Suitelife #Pixar #TheIncredibles

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The LQ renders of Cloud and Aerith from the most recent Famitsu FF7R magazine :)

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The First Night Alone

Seated on the floor and leaning against the footboard of the bed, Alma doesn’t know what to feel. The fact that her babies are fast asleep in her arms is a tiny comfort because she has no idea what to do. Her face is swollen from crying, and her throat and lungs are aching from all the wailing and screaming that she finished moments before.

She looks around her. Her wedding candle—now magically carved with butterflies, and Pedro’s and her favorite animals—illuminates the room around her. The room is a perfect replica of the home that she and Pedro left, except it hadn’t replicated the three brand-new cribs that Pedro and she were forced to leave behind. Its beauty is clearly meant to comfort her, but without Pedro by her side, it seems to mock her.

As her fingers play with the curling patterns of her babies’ hair, time seems to stretch out in front of her. She sees herself navigating parenthood all by herself. All the confidence she had inside while carrying them evanesced when Pedro had disappeared behind the mountains. Her breathing becomes heavier. She wasn’t meant to do this alone. Pedro looked forward to raising his babies with her. Her babies need their father. Who would teach Bruno how to be a man? Who would model masculinity that would guide Pepa and Julieta to choose good husbands someday?

“¡Dios! ¡Santa María, San José! I feel so lost!” she gasps.

Alma holds her babies to her chest. Their weight and their warmth remind her that she is not dreaming, that she is not dead, and this is not hell. She was alive, and her babies are alive, but not Pedro. There is no going around that fact. It doesn’t matter what she wants. It doesn’t matter that this was not the life she envisioned for herself. She will have to raise these children by herself. She must make sure that Pedro’s sacrifice was not in vain.

The candle’s flame shimmers a little more brightly. A window shutter sways, waving to her—another reminder that this room is not the same house she once shared with Pedro. “Yes. I have to be strong,” she croaks, “for my children.”

Filled with newfound determination, she carefully lays Julieta, Bruno, and Pepa on the bed. She places a pillow on either side of the girls to keep them from rolling off the bed. Wrapping her black shawl over her shoulders, Alma quietly leaves the room to check on her companions.