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[abu-muslim500]

نه من آنم که تورا زود فراموش کند نه تو آنی که مرا خسته وخاموش کند من همانم که برای تو غزل خلق کنم تو همانی که مرا عاشق ومدهوش کند . . . . . . . . #افغانستان #afghanclothes #afghans❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #afghangirl #afghanboys #afghanistan🇦🇫 #afghanmodel #afghanwedding #afghanculture #afghanzoom #afghanmusic #افغانستان #افغانی #afghanidress #afghanijeweller #afghanijeweller #afghanistanmypassion #afghandance #afghaniboy #afghanwedding #afghansong #afghan #افغانستان #afghanclothes #afghans❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #afghangirl #afghanboys #afghanistan🇦🇫 #afghanmodel #afghanwedding #afghanculture #afghanzoom #afghanmusic #افغانستان #افغانی #afghanidress #afghanijeweller #afghanijeweller #afghanistanmypassion #afghandance #afghaniboy #afghanwedding #afghansong #afghan #افغانستان #afghanclothes #afghans❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #afghangirl #afghanboys #afghanistan🇦🇫 #afghanmodel #afghanwedding #afghanculture #afghanzoom #afghanmusic #افغانستان #افغانی #afghanidress #afghanijeweller #afghanijeweller #afghanistanmypassion #afghandance #afghaniboy #afghanwedding #afghansong #afghan https://www.instagram.com/p/CqH2xq3s2w1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Month - July 2024

🏅- Talk about an Olympic comeback!

1. U.S. proposes ban on airline fees for seating parents next to kids

Parents should't have to pay a fee to sit next to their children when flying, according to the White House, which is moving to ban airlines from charging families extra to be seated together.

Under a rule proposed Thursday by the Department of Transportation, airlines would be required to seat parents and kids 13 and younger together free of charge when adjacent seating is available at booking.

2. A spinal injury killed Adriana Ruano's dream as a gymnast. She just won Guatemala's first Olympic gold medal as a shooter.

Ruano was training for the 2011 world championships in gymnastics, a qualifier for the London Olympics the following year, when she felt pain in her back. An MRI showed the then-16-year-old had six damaged vertebrae — a career-ending injury.

But on Wednesday, she came back as a shooter and won Guatemala's first Olympic gold medal.

3. Woman swept out to sea rescued after surviving 37 hours in 6.5' waves, drifted over 50 miles.

A Chinese woman who was swept out to sea while swimming at a Japanese beach was rescued 37 hours later after drifting in an inflatable swim ring more than 80 kilometers (50 miles) in the Pacific Ocean, officials said Thursday.

4. Afghan Sisters Escape The Taliban To Achieve Olympic Dreams

Sisters Yulduz and Fariba Hashimi are set to become the first female cyclists from Afghanistan to compete in the Olympics. The siblings fled their country after the Taliban seized power in 2021 and cracked down on women's rights, including banning women from participating in sports.

5. Stem cell therapy cures man with type 2 diabetes

A 59-year-old man had been suffering from diabetes for 25 years, needing more and more insulin every day to avoid slipping into a diabetic coma and was at risk of death. But then Chinese researchers cured his disease for the first time in the world. The patient received a cell transplant in 2021 and has not taken any medication since 2022.

6. Seventh person likely 'cured' of HIV, doctors announce

A 60-year-old German man is likely the seventh person to be effectively cured from HIV after receiving a stem cell transplant, doctors announced on Thursday. The man received a bone marrow transplant for his leukaemia in 2015. The procedure, which has a 10 percent risk of death, essentially replaces a person's immune system.

7. Every country has now banned the use of leaded gasoline in cars

Three and a half decades later, in 2021, Algeria became the last country to ban it. Leaded gasoline is now banned from being used in road vehicles in every country. It is a big win for the health of people around the world.

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[hamidullahhaqiqzai]

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[knithacker]

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[90-ghost]

here is a poem by polish poet Zbigniew Herbert

Report From The Besieged City

Too old to carry arms and fight like the others - they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege I am supposed to be exact but I don't know when the invasion began two hundred years ago in December in September perhaps yesterday at dawn  everyone here suffers from a loss of the sense of time all we have left is the place the attachment to the place we still rule over the ruins of temples spectres of gardens and houses if we lose the ruins nothing will be left I write as I can in the rhythm of interminable weeks monday: empty storehouses a rat became the unit of currency tuesday: the mayor murdered by unknown assailants wednesday: negotiations for a cease-fire the enemy has imprisoned our messengers  we don't know where they are held that is the place of torture  thursday: after a stormy meeting a majority of voices rejected  the motion of the spice merchants for unconditional surrender  friday: the beginning of the plague saturday: our invincible defender N.N. committed suicide sunday: no more water we drove back an attack at the eastern gate called the Gate of the Alliance all of this is monotonous I know it can't move anyone I avoid any commentary I keep a tight hold on my emotions I write about the facts  only they it seems are appreciated in foreign markets  yet with a certain pride I would like to inform the world that thanks to the war we have raised a new species of children our children don’t like fairy tales they play at killing awake and asleep they dream of soup of bread and bones just like dogs and cats in the evening I like to wander near the outposts of the city along the frontier of our uncertain freedom. I look at the swarms of soldiers below their lights I listen to the noise of drums barbarian shrieks truly it is inconceivable the City is still defending itself the siege has lasted a long time the enemies must take turns nothing unites them except the desire for our extermination Goths the Tartars Swedes troops of the Emperor regiments of the Transfiguration  who can count them  the colours of their banners change like the forest on the horizon from delicate bird's yellow in spring through green through red to winter's black and so in the evening released from facts I can think  about distant ancient matters for example our friends beyond the sea I know they sincerely sympathize they send us flour lard sacks of comfort and good advice they don’t even know their fathers betrayed us our former allies at the time of the second Apocalypse their sons are blameless they deserve our gratitude therefore we are grateful they have not experienced a siege as long as eternity those struck by misfortune are always alone the defenders of the Dalai Lama the Kurds the Afghan mountaineers  now as I write these words the advocates of conciliation have won the upper hand over the party of inflexibles a normal hesitation of moods fate still hangs in the balance cemeteries grow larger the number of defenders is smaller yet the defence continues it will continue to the end and if the City falls but a single man escapes he will carry the City within himself on the roads of exile he will be the City we look in the face of hunger the face of fire face of death worst of all - the face of betrayal and only our dreams have not been humiliated

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[kotylynnemerrill]

So yeah this probably needs a lot of editing but...you know...here we are - here it is.

Enjoy ❤️

Your Words I Hold Forever Ch. 6

March 16th, 1968 4:00 pm

There wasn't too many people at the park just as Fez had expected. That was just fine with him. No witnesses in case he made a fool of himself. And less likely the chances of them being interrupted by someone wanting to purchase certain goods.

Fez had been nervous about today. He hadn't exactly said the word 'date' but there was no denying it...he liked Lexi, liked her a lot and he wanted to do something nice. Even if he was constantly being harassed by Ash for acting like a 'skuz'.

He told her he would pick her up and they could go somewhere and chill, somewhere other than his place, which had recently become a little cramped with the arrival of his cousin Faye.

This had not been anticipated and not a welcome change but Kitty had insisted she stay till things got straightened out with her old man.

But, so far, everything was solid. Lexi had been surprised when she climbed into the car and spotted the picnic basket and the cooler in the back seat.

"A picnic?! Where," she had asked with a sweet furrow of her brows.

"You'll see," Fez had told her earning him a pout.

The stereo played softly through the open windows of Kitty's green Cadillac, accompanied by the soft breeze and the bright sun, it was picturesque.

Dempsey park was probably the smallest park in East Highland but it was pretty and Lexi had gushed with excitement when they pulled up and found a nice spot to park.

Fez untucked the blanket from underneath his arm and neatly spread it out. He could feel the loud buzzing within his body simmer to a steady hum as his nerves calmed.

"Are you sure kitty doesn't mind...the blanket?" Lexi motioned to the crocheted afghan now spread out on the grass.

Fez softly smiled at Lexi standing there clutching the picnic basket in her hands. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, stray strands of cinnamon hair framing her face. She was wearing a simple dress with thick shoulder straps, the coral color looked beautiful on her.

"Nah. She don't mind. But what are you doin with that heavy ass basket?" Lexi looked confused, her brows furrowing when he held out his hand expectantly. "I told you I'd carry that."

"oh!" Lexi laughed a little, realization clicking. "That's okay. It's really not heavy at all."

"Shit ma, I'm trying to be a gentleman over here." Fez said sounding exasperated.

"Well, in that case." She handed the basket over to Fez and he sat it down next to the drink cooler already by his feet.

He made himself comfortable on the blanket and motioned for Lexi to come closer. She adjusted her dress before taking his strong outstretched hand, and settling down next to him.

It was amusing how small her hand was in his. Soft and warm against his skin, he probably held on to it a little longer than was necessary, but she didn't seem to notice or she didn't mind.

Now that they were all settled Fez reluctantly let go of Lexi's had and brought the basket closer. "Okay...now I didn't bring nothin fancy but it's all good. Trust me."

"I'm sure it is." Lexi grinned.

"Hell yeah it is." Fez excitedly opened the basket, pulled out the top compartment with the utensils and napkins, and then pulled out a plate covered in foil. "We got Fezco's specialty sandwiches." Next he pulled out two medium sized round tupperware containers, one was obviously a pie or dessert of some kind. "This right here," he tapped the light blue container " is kitty's doing, her famous macaroni salad. And this" he tapped the dark blue container shaped like a pie "is blackberry cobbler."

"Well call me impressed." Lexi raised her eyebrows. Fez merely shrugged, and clasped his hands together, "Hey you know. I do what I can." Fez fought the urge to smile like the Cheshire cat, but he couldn't help it.

Fez was a simple creature with simple needs and one of those needs just so happened to be impressing Lexi Howard. He knew by now he didn't need to, but he wanted to. He liked that there was an ease to it.

He never thought of himself as a super romantic person, but he was taught that if you like a girl you treat her a certain way. Then again, his grandmother had also told him love was an instinct you couldn't trust...for the first time he thought maybe she was wrong.

Fez passed Lexi a plate with the required utensils and napkin then got one for himself before they both filled their plates with a ridiculous amount of food.

He reached into the cooler with the drinks and produced a strawberry soda, Lexi's favorite flavor, before grabbing one for himself.

"Oh! My favorite! Now you've really outdone yourself." Lexi beamed.

Fez returned the smile. "Glad to hear it."

"Did you know the first sandwich created by John Montagu, the 4th Earl of Sandwich, in 1762?  Apparently he was playing cards and didn't want to leave the table, so he asked his servants to bring him roast beef between two slices of bread so he could eat."

"Okay...you know I'm gonna ask..." Fez playfully rolled his eyes as he took a bite of his macaroni salad.

Lexi snorted in the midst of taking a big bite of her sandwich. She quickly chewed and swallowed before answering. "I was at the beauty parlor with my mom. I was bored and they had magazines. It was an article in Time magazine I believe," was her simple reply. She took a quick sip of her soda and took another bite of her sandwich.

"I bet you'd find an instruction manual interesting." Fez took a big bite of his own sandwich. Lexi stuck her tongue out at him, remnants of her bite of sandwich still there.

Fez scrunched up his nose, "Eww."

Lexi smacked his foot. "Why not, they're challenging." Fez laughed at this. He should have expected that kind of response from her.

"Okay so when did they invent those then miss smarty pants."

"I don't know everything." Lexi rolled her eyes before cooly forking some of her macaroni salad. " But if you must know a 2,000-year-old Greek tablet was found in 1900 supposedly the first manual ever made, it was for building houses." She stuffed the bite into her mouth and slowly lifted her eyes to meet Fez's. Fez raised a dense eyebrow before laughing.

"And how the hell you know dat?"

"Book on the history of architecture my dad left" Lexi gave Fez a cheeky smile before taking another drink of her soda.

"Mm hmm." Fez took a drink of his own soda, trying to keep from laughing again.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"You never did finish telling me about the play you're writing." Fez asked putting the last of the food back in the basket. "What exactly is the idea behind it" He mimicked Lexi, stretching out his legs and leaning back on his elbows.

"Oh ion know. It's about like a group of girlfriends who grow up and sort of grow apart."

"So like a coming of age story."

"Exactly!" Lexi gave an excited snap of her fingers. "But I'm worried...like it's based on real people I know, and there are definitely some things they won't like me sharing. Especially my sister. I guess I'm worried they might get their feelings hurt."

"Ohh you really stroking the bees nest with that one." Fez replied, clicking his tongue.

"Really? But that's not my intention at all."

"I mean, if someone invited me to a play and didn't tell me they'd be airing out all my dirty laundry I'd definitely have some questions."

"Like bad questions?"

"Depends on the play."

"Right...but like, would you be mad?"

"Depends on the play."

"Right. Ion know, It's just something I keep going back and forth on. Whether people will like it or not...or will they be upset by it, you know...that's if I even finish it." Lexi finished with a huff.

"You'll finish it...for sure. They'll be showing that shit on Broadway, girl."

"Yeah...we'll see." She sighed, obviously not agreeing with him.

"And I wouldn't worry about hurting their feelings... everybody gets their feelings hurt sometimes, you know? Sometimes people need to get their feelings hurt, you feel me?"

"Yeah...I don't know. This is like, for the first time I'm doing something for myself."

"Shit...I get you."

Fez suddenly smiled, his ears catching the new song that was playing. He glanced at Lexi through his lashes, looked down at her small hand next to his for a second. She looked back at him with a small smile, her cheeks the color of roses.

He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before tugging on it a little.

"Come on." He tugged a little harder as he stood up, easily lifting Lexi up with him.

"What are you doing?" Lexi let out a giggle as Fez pulled her close and took a hold of her other hand and started stepping to one side then to the other. Lexi fell in step with Fez's movements as they swayed. He cast her out with a twirl, his strong hand holding hers tightly before bringing her back to him, wrapping her tight in his arms.

Fez began humming with the song, then gradually began to sing along.

"No I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid. Just as long as you stand, stand by me".

He was no Ben E King but he didn't care. This night was going better than he could have ever imagined. He felt completely at ease, like he did this kind of thing all the time.

Lexi soon joined in with her own soft soprano voice as they continued to dance. "So darling, darling stand by me. Oh stand by me. Oh stand, stand by me."

He would have to tell her...and soon. He hadn't quite figured out how yet. For now, he would put that on the back burner until he could formulate some sort of plan. For now...he wasn't going to let all the uncertainties get to him. Everything was perfect here with the music, the sun...Lexi in his arms.

Fez spun Lexi again as they softly sang in unison.

"Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me. Oh stand by me, oh won't you stand now, stand...

Stand by me..."

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Hello Lovely Librarian!

I’m looking for some cute fics on the shorter side (maybe like 1k). Something to make me happy! Nothing explicit please!

-Sarah

Hi Sarah!

Your holds have arrived! I've got nothing but short, sweet fluff ready for you!

Short and Sweet

Nap by @drarrily-we-row-along (264 words, rated G)

He opened his mouth to start ranting about his day to said husband but came up short when he actually caught sight of him. Harry was lying curled up on the sofa, one of Molly’s afghans thrown over his legs. His hand was curled under his cheek and his face was so open in his sleep, completely defenseless.

Forehead Kisses by @cluelesspigeons (476 words, rated G)

Draco has never liked kissing people. But he's determined to find a way he can show his love to Harry.

Wake Up by @kittycargo (695 words, rated G)

Draco won't let Harry sleep.

To Dare To Hope by @crazybutgood (856 words, rated G)

Come Sunday morning, I am positively thrumming — with the knowledge of being in love.

Can't Spell Enemy Without Friend by x (945 words, rated T)

“Piss off,” Ron said, rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying, what if we are making this bigger than it needs to be? They might not even react.”

“After all the valid shit I’ve said about you over the years?” Draco scoffed. “No one is going to believe that we’re friends.”

Oh My God, Did I Fall Asleep On You? by @shelvesuponshelves (1,004 words, rated T)

They're in a bus and one fall asleep on the other's shoulder?

Potter-Malfoy Negotiations by @dracogotgame (1,055 words, rated G)

It's Al's first day at preschool and Harry is a bundle of nerves. But he's certainly not alone.

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Reading!

[lil-goblim-treasure-hoarder]

Progress shot of the granny square afghan I'm making for my mom. Some squares were made by her years ago including the large blue center, the rest are made by me ❤️

[abu-muslim500]

ما ظاهراً آباد های باطناً ویرانه‌ایم..! . . . . . . . . #افغانستان #afghanclothes #afghans❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #afghangirl #afghanboys #afghanistan🇦🇫 #afghanmodel #afghanwedding #afghanculture #afghanzoom #afghanmusic #افغانستان #افغانی #afghanidress #afghanijeweller #afghanijeweller #afghanistanmypassion #afghandance #afghaniboy #afghanwedding #afghansong #afghan #افغانستان #afghanclothes #afghans❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #afghangirl #afghanboys #afghanistan🇦🇫 #afghanmodel #afghanwedding #afghanculture #afghanzoom #afghanmusic #افغانستان #افغانی #afghanidress #afghanijeweller #afghanijeweller #afghanistanmypassion #afghandance #afghaniboy #afghanwedding #afghansong #afghan #افغانستان #afghanclothes #afghans❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #afghangirl #afghanboys #afghanistan🇦🇫 #afghanmodel #afghanwedding #afghanculture #afghanzoom #afghanmusic #افغانستان #افغانی #afghanidress #afghanijeweller #afghanijeweller #afghanistanmypassion #afghandance #afghaniboy #afghanwedding #afghansong #afghanwedding (at دشت شاديان مزارشريف) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpnluanspr3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[menalez]

Imma be honest with you, I consider myself a radfem, have been raised in a muslim family, my father is Lebanese (pro hezbollah type), I'm a febfem and have been repeatedly outcast for my gender non conformity (I'm highly masc) and my sexuality by my Arabic family. So we are somewhat similar.

I dont post anything about palestine on tumblr. I post on Instagram, Facebook (lost many Jewish friends doing that btw) but on tumblr because it's terribly limited for things that are not informative. I guess I'm sending this message to tell you you're not alone, there are radfems that are not pro genocide, there are women that care. Don't lose hope ❤️

thank u for the msg kind anon ❤️ i’ve been following more women who are speaking on the issue and unfollowing the ones that have only talked about israel while ignoring what is going on to palestinians. i had had enough of it. i even saw a mutual talking about how criticising jkr for only speaking on israel means ur antisemitic and support terrorism.. i’m tired of it and i just need to curate this space to fit what i prefer to see. ultimately the way i’ve seen western white women treat this issue has made me question why i should waste my time advocating for their issues when they will never spend any time doing the same for MENA women. they didn’t do it with iranian women, or afghan women, or anything else. their solidarity for us seems only to extend as far as calling muslim men horrible animals and muslim women brainwashed class traitors. my posts criticising islam get lots of notes, yet i’m an islam shill bc i draw the line at discriminatory and racist rhetoric from them. my posts about what MENA women face that reject the notion that our issues were invented (rather than reinforced) by religion are often overlooked or lead me to face harassment, my posts about racism woc face from white women gets me harassment and ppl falsely claiming i would support white women getting raped, etc like. why should i waste my time with posts about how karen is misogynistic or how the hate of pumpkin spice products is misogynistic or whatever else that is specifically used to mock white women, when more serious issues woc face are overlooked by white women? they can go focus on being called karens like it’s the most pressing problem in the world and ignore our plights and actively even be racist against us, they’re hopeless, i’ll focus on our issues the way they focus on their own. that’s been what i’ve been telling myself to cope at least lol

sorry i ended up rambling!! it’s a bad habit of mine. but point is, thank u i appreciate it

[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Week - January 09, 2023

1. Top British universities offer Afghan women free courses until Taliban lift learning ban

Afghanistan's ruling Taliban announced last month that women would no longer be able to study at universities and higher education establishments. Institutions were told to implement the ban as soon as possible.

Now, a number of British universities have teamed up through FutureLearn to offer the women in Afghanistan free access to digital learning platforms. Girls and women with internet access will be able to study more than 1,200 courses from top institutions at no cost to themselves.

2. Arizona Gov. Katie Hobbs extends protections to LGBTQ+ state employees and contractors

Arizona’s newly elected Gov. Katie Hobbs (D) signed an executive order extending employment protections to state employees and contractors who are LGBTQ+.

As the Human Rights Campaign reports, the executive order, signed on Hobbs’s first day in office Tuesday, directs the state’s Department of Administration to update hiring, promotion, and compensation policies for all state agencies to prohibit discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity and include provisions in all new state contracts to prohibit discrimination based on sexual orientation and gender identity.

3. EU Carbon Emissions Drop To 30-Year Lows

It was supposed to be a dirty autumn and winter, with European nations scrambling to replace Russian gas with high-polluting coal. But according to the Centre for Research on Energy and Clean Air, the cold seasons so far have been the cleanest in more than 30 years.

4. Critically endangered rhinoceros gives birth to calf at Kansas City Zoo on New Year's Eve

The Kansas City Zoo got a special start to the new year: A critically endangered subspecies of rhinoceros gave birth to a calf on Dec. 31, officials announced. The calf is walking, nursing and even playing with its mother, Zuri, animal specialists said.

5. Cancer Vaccine to Simultaneously Kill and Prevent Brain Cancer Developed

Scientists are harnessing a new way to turn cancer cells into potent, anti-cancer agents. A new stem cell therapy approach eliminates established brain tumors and provides long-term immunity, training the immune system to prevent cancer from returning.

link to the paper …

6. The US has approved use of the world's first vaccine for honey bees.

It was engineered to prevent fatalities from American foulbrood disease, a bacterial condition known to weaken colonies by attacking bee larvae. As pollinators, bees play a critical role in many aspects of the ecosystem.

The vaccine could serve as a "breakthrough in protecting honey bees", Dalan Animal Health CEO Annette Kleiser said in a statement. It works by introducing an inactive version of the bacteria into the royal jelly fed to the queen, whose larvae then gain immunity.

7. Cat missing for nearly 6 years reunited with owner thanks to microchip

West Sacramento woman got the surprise of a lifetime Saturday when she was reunited with her missing cat after nearly 6 years thanks to microchip. 

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دا مو پر موږ حق دی موږ تل هڅه کوو چي خپلو اولادونو ته د ژوندانه ټول امکانات برابر کړو نن می دغه بی وزله او يتيمانو ته د ژمي لباسونه ۔ بوټان ۔ جمپری مرسته وکړه تر څو د دوي په شونډو مسکا راولو, موږ تل هڅه کوو چي د بی وزلو ۔ نا چارو او يتيمانو لاسنيوی وکړو. تاسو هم موږ سره پدی کاروان کي ملګري شي او خپلی مرستی مونږ ته راواستوی تر څو د دوی په څير د نورو يتيمانو په شونډو مسکا  راولو: WhatsApp ⁨+93 78 454 9148⁩ #afghanistan #af #afghan #afghangirl #afghanistan🇦🇫 #afghanistan🇦🇫 #africa #affirmation #afterwork #afghani #afghanculture #afghandress #afghanistan🇦🇫❤️❤️❤️✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻 #afghans #afghansong #afghanclothes #afghanistan🇦🇫❤️❤️❤️✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻💖💖💖🇦🇫🇦🇫🇦🇫🇦🇫💘 #afghanstyle #افغانستان #افغانی #ایران #بچه_خوشگل #پروفایل #مشهد #تهران #بلوچستان #orphan #help #helping #poor #af #winter https://www.instagram.com/p/CmoEGentfpT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[knithacker]

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[ysolt]

violet i had a dream you were leaving to go back home and you posted a picture of your dog that was like a afghan hound with earrings and a nose ring and were like miss him❤️❤️❤️❤️

I WISH I HAD A DOG but i wouldnt give it ear rings i think thats evil i think i recall a post saying donit pierce your animals. id give him a funny scarf though

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Hello, I'm a big fan of Old Haunts universe. I wanna ask, you mentioned that Olivia is a honeymoon baby and Maggie is a suprise baby. I always taught like after Chrissy got pregnant they decided to get married & this is exactly the opposite but it's a good thing cause they're didn't choose to marry because of the baby, they simply wanted to get married & it's super romantic. I'm really curious about their reaction when they're learned the news though 🥹

This ask has made me all soft and gooey! Yes! They were married before they got pregnant, which is so sweet to me. They weren’t exactly planning on Livvy either, they were still really young and Chrissy was still in school. They were a little scared, especially Chrissy, but they both were so excited to start a family! 🥹🥹🥹

Sorry it took me so long to reply! But I ended up writing the scene when they found out about Livvy for you! ❤️ Be warned! Lots of gooey tenderness and angst ahead:

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November 20, 1987

Chicago, Illinois

Laying quietly in their bed, head and shoulders propped up comfortably against a few pillows, Chrissy watches the powdery violet clouds hanging lowly in the pale orange sky out the window. It’s almost sunset. The days are growing shorter now. Colder too. She’s tucked under their flannel sheets, the ugly burnt orange afghan with its loose stitches and its torn holes, and a few of May’s old quilts that Wayne packed in the back of the van despite Eddie complaining there wasn’t any more room left.

“It gets cold and windy in that city, punk. Your poor little lady is going to freeze to death.”

The two of them were repressing their emotions about the move and it was coming off in passive aggressive grunts and jabs all morning.

“No, she won’t.” Eddie rolls his eyes as Wayne passes him after he successfully managed to shove three patchwork quilts between the stacks. As soon as his uncle is back in the trailer, he saunters up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist while she’s busy loading the last few boxes through the sliding back door, making her squeak in surprise. He tucks his face in the crook of her neck. “I’ll keep you plenty warm.” he whispers, planting kisses along her skin, lips parting and then slowly closing against that soft sensitive place just behind her ear, lighting her skin on fire.

She feels her cheeks burn, smiling foolishly despite the nervous ache throbbing in her chest. He certainly kept his promise over their last year together. She’s never cold for very long.

Fingers fiddling with the fraying edges of the top quilt, she glances at the slim plastic stick on the bedside table atop a neatly folded paper towel, its padded tip very much the color blue. Not remotely white.

It’s been hours since she snuck across the street to the pharmacy after Eddie left for work. The cashier, Janice, gave her a smirk when she tried to place the little box casually on the counter beside her bottle of ginger ale and aspirin.

“Didn’t you just get back from Huron a few weeks ago?” she asked

“…yeah.” Chrissy sighed.

“Mmmm.” she hummed knowingly.

Knees swaying back and forth beneath the blankets, her own little patchy mountain to hide behind, she absentmindedly wonders when it happened. They’d always been careful, but after the wedding there were admittedly a few times they got carried away, too desperate and thoughtless, too lost in one another.

She can’t be certain, of course, but she thinks she knows... That first morning in Michigan, hazy beneath the red and gold leaves, the mist slowly burning up under the heat of the early sun.

There’s a chill in the air, they forgot to close the windows last night, but they're warm and safe, tucked away beneath a shelter of their sheets and blankets.

It’s just the two of them in the middle of nowhere, woven together so tightly she doesn’t know where she ends and he begins.

This must be what it means. She thinks. When they say two become one.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Chrissy, I love you…” he pants dazedly against her lips, still half asleep. “Chrissy… Chrissy… Chrissy…”

Joyful tears trail down her face from the corner of her eyes as she tries to respond, tries to tell him too, but she’s breathless, gasping, he’s never been buried so deeply inside her.

With an open kiss to her lips, he begins moving again, slow and languid, hand curling in her hair. “Eddie, I love… I-I… oh…” she sighs, tilting her head back, relishing the feel of him, eyes tightening, fingers digging into the skin of his neck and shoulder blade when he reaches that special place within. She can’t think, let alone speak. She feels his forehead resting against hers, lingering there for a while, his shuddered breath spilling over her, flushing her skin, filling her lungs.

When her eyes flutter open she’s met with his dark lidded gaze, soft and adoring. Sunlight flares between them from the window. Heaven’s light. He looks so young, so happy. Her husband. Her family. With a little sob, she pulls him into another kiss. “I love you.” she tells him. “I love you so much.”

The front door opens and she turns her head toward the digital alarm clock. He’s a little late, but that’s not unusual on Fridays.

Taking the test, she opens the drawer of the side table and hides it inside. She hears him through the thin walls, taking off his shoes and coat, hanging them up in the closet. He’s moving slowly, trying to be quiet.

A few moments later, the door handle turns, the hinges whining. He peers in tentatively, in case she’s asleep. His face lights up, making her heart flip in her chest. “Hey, Mrs. Munson,” he whispers.

“Hi,” she breathes a bashful, silly smile, watching him as he crosses the room. He’s covered in a thin layer of sweat, his clothes blotchy with motor oil, hair still tied back.

“Feeling any better?” he asks softly.

“Mmhmm,” she hums as he leans down, parting her bangs to kiss her forehead. “Just tired.”

“No fever, right?” he asks against her skin, peppering his lips along her temple, lingering a moment, applying more pressure to check her temperature. She shakes her head faintly as he pulls away, blinking up at him.

“Hmm,” he muses, looking her over. She can see he’s a little worried. “Might want to get this checked out if you're not better tomorrow.”

“I’m okay.” she promises. “Really, I probably could have gone to class today.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, you’re still pretty peaky.” he carefully brushes against the tender skin under her eye with the back of his fingers. “Have you been able to keep anything down?” he asks.

“Yeah, I had some toast for lunch.” she replies.

“That’s good,” he whispers as he kisses her mouth tenderly, sweet and slow. The last few days have been hard for him, watching her bent over the toilet in the early morning hours. It’s probably brought back memories of their summer in the trailer when she would lock herself in the bathroom.

She promised him over and over it wasn’t voluntary as he held her hair above her head. “I know.” he told her, holding her close when it was all over, stroking her back. “I know.” She hasn’t purged for over a year, but she knows that was his first thought, his first fear.

“I’m going to take a shower, real quick.” he tells her. “You need anything?”

She shakes her head, leaning up for another kiss. “Just you.”

A goofy, flustered smile spreads across his face, and she wonders if their child will have his dimples. He pecks her lips softly, then her nose. “Be right back.”

She leans back against the cushions, turning her gaze back to the sky, her smile faltering a little, a shaky sigh escaping her.

It’s not long till he’s back, changed into his sweats and a loose, sleeveless gray Dio shirt, a mug of steaming ginger tea in his hand. He exchanges it for her empty one that’s sitting on the coaster beside her.

“Thank you.” she whispers softly.

He smiles, kissing her cheek as he climbs over her, settling in, resting his head against her chest with a content, tired sigh. “God, I missed you all day,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around her snugly. “I just kept worrying about you being home alone and sick.” She wraps him up under the afghan, holding him tenderly against her heart, stroking his long, towel dried waves. His warmth and weight anchor her, slow the racing of her heart. After a while, he tilts his head up, his large eyes peeking above the small swells of her breasts, making her smile. “What?”

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks gently. “You’re so quiet.”

“I’m always quiet,” she points out.

“Mmm no,” he leans up on his palms. “This isn’t normal Chrissy quiet.” he counters, kissing her again, a little longer than before. “This is something’s going on quiet.” he lowers himself back down, but keeps his gaze on her.

“Give it to me straight, Cunningham.” he teases, grinning coyly against the fabric of her rose pink pajama top.

“Munson.” she corrects pointedly, making his smile grow.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right.” he replies cheekily, leaning his head to the side, as if he didn’t know. “Made an honest woman out of you, didn’t I?”

She exhales a soft laugh, brushing back his bangs, cradling his jaw in her hands, taking in the face of the man she loves. She can see the dark flecks in his eyes in the light from the window as he stares up into her, his irises amber glass in the glow of the sun. They move back and forth, searching. He sobers. “Chrissy?”

“…I’m not sick, not exactly,” she brushes her thumb over his chapped lips. “…I’m pregnant, Eddie.” she whispers faintly. “We’re having a baby.”

His eyes widen as his lips part beneath her thumb, his whole body stilling. “You’re…” he pauses, blinking rapidly.

She nods, pursing her lips, waiting for his mind to catch up with what she just said.

“You’re… We’re…” And then he breathes a smile so bright and beautiful it makes her insides ache. “A baby?” he whispers giddily.

“Yeah,” she sighs in relief, returning his smile.

“Really?” he asks, joy and excitement dancing in his eyes, holding her tighter. “You’re sure?”

She sniffs softly, shrugging a little before pulling the test out of the drawer, holding it out to him. “Probably want to make an appointment to make sure sure, but I’m late and it’s… really blue.”

He takes it carefully, looking it over, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to do or say. She tucks his hair back behind his ear patiently. It takes a lot to render Eddie Munson speechless. “Jesus Christ… yeah, it’s like super fucking blue.” he releases a watery chuckle, setting it back on the table, his hand sliding back down over her as he rolls to his side, touching her stomach in amazement. “Chrissy… I can’t… God, I’m… I can’t breathe… I’m so…There’s a baby in here? We’re having baby…” his hand stills once more as he looks back up at her, his smile falling when he meets her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Her lips begin to tremble, eyes misting over. He can always see right through her.

“You’re okay, right?” he asks worriedly, reaching up to hold her face. “Chrissy, right? You’re okay? You’re happy?”

“Yes, I am, I promise, I’m so, so happy, Eddie… I’m just…” she lifts the back of her hand to her mouth.

“…Scared?” he whispers.

She bursts into tears, nodding shakily as she releases a soft little sob.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he pulls himself up to sit beside her, kissing her cheek, then her lips deeply, over and over again, swallowing her sobs, wiping away her tears. “Don’t be scared, please, it’s all going to be okay.” He trails hurried kisses to her jaw, down her neck. “You don’t have to be afraid, I know… I know it’s not much right now, but I’ll take care of you,” he vows. “I’ll take care of both of you, I promise.”

“No, Eddie, no,” she shakes her head firmly, pulling back so she can face him. “I know that, I know you will, that’s not it at all.”

“Then what? What is it?” He pecks her lips a few times. Prompting. “Come on, talk to me.”

“It’s just…” It’s all thick in her throat. This moment is supposed to be wonderful and as usual she’s ruining everything for him, with her fears, her weakness.

“It’s me.” she confesses. “What if… what if I'm not a good mother?”

“What are you talking about?” he exclaims softly in disbelief, pushing back her hair.

“It’s not like I have the best example,” she replies. “She’s in me, you know? What if I become like her? What if I…”

“Chrissy, you’re nothing like her,” he murmurs. “You’re kind and gentle and loving… Christ, do you have any idea? Any idea how much this kid is going to adore you?”

“Me?” Her heart swells almost painfully, tears falling more abundantly. She turns into him, burying her face in his chest, squeezing his neck.

“Are you kidding? I mean, I’ll be okay, I’ll try my best… but God, you? I’ll be nothing compared to you.” she feels his hands slide down her back soothingly.

“That’s not true,” she’s laughing through her tears, she doesn’t know how he always manages to make her feel everything all at once. “You’ll be the fun one, I’ll be so worrisome and boring.”

He smiles against her temple. His fingers sliding back up to hold her face, pulling her back just enough to meet her gaze.“You’ll be amazing.” he whispers reverently. “You are amazing.”

“I’m still…” she sniffs, leaning against his palm. “I’m still healing.” Maybe not as much physically anymore, but mentally, emotionally…

“So am I,” he reminds her softly. “I think we’re always going to be, sweetheart.” he keeps pressing kisses against every surface of her face like he can’t help it. She closes her eyes, relishing his love. He pulls her back into him, tucking her tight the way she likes. “I still want this, a family with you, I always have, ever since… Jesus, ever since the first night with you.”

“Me too.” she confesses, already feeling warmer, safer in his arms.

“We’re having a baby.” she hears him say again after a long while, as if he still can’t believe it.

She smiles against his chest. “Yeah.”