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cloudy-em · 9 months

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Hi, that's me again😅

So... my other idea for Lip is: (again with relatively shy reader, because I love the thrope a lot) the reader and Lip are already in a relationship, one day someone teases her a little too much on the sexual theme (they haven't had sex yet so she's a bit insecure about it) he notices, he defends her, and once they're alone he starts to joke around, teases her in a sweet way, to make her feel more comfortable to talk about it. (She is not a virgin, she's just not that experienced)

Hope you like this one, if not. It's okay, I promise😂

another great idea! <3

personally i don't celebrate thanksgiving but i remember an episode from one of the earlier seasons of them doing a thanksgiving meal which is very convenient for this so it's loosely based on that

warnings: sexual comments, innuendos, Mickey's kinda being an ass but his comments aren't ill-intended

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The Gallagher household was bustling with activity. Fiona and V were in the kitchen, finishing up some last minute food preparations while Kevin was entertaining Carl and some of his friends in the yard with games. Ian was fixing drinks for everyone, desperately trying to find Debbie to figure out what she wanted (she was in her room, Mandy braiding her hair for her so she could impress Little Hank). Lip was finishing up a project for some sophomore who'd offered to pay him $100, and Liam was sitting patiently in his high chair. Y/N did her best to help out by setting the table, ensuring there were enough chairs and that everyone had all the proper utensils.

Mickey walked in the front door, beer in hand and flopped down, watching as Y/N reached across to the other side of the table to put a fork next to the plate. Mickey whistled like a boy in a 60s tv show.

"Damn, I bet you're used to that position," he quipped, taking another swig or his beer. Y/N looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows.

Mickey shrugged. "You know, cause I'm sure Philip bends you over pretty often." Y/N realized his implications, blushing and looking away. Mickey laughed, much more comfortable on the subject of sex than she was. "I'm sure Fiona's had to schedule time out of the house with the rest of the kids just to give you two some 'alone time'!"

Y/N grew increasingly uncomfortable. She wasn't a virgin or a puritan, but she and Lip hadn't had sex yet. They hadn't had a conversation about it or anything, but she wanted to wait a while and Lip had never brought it up with her.

Mickey laughed, "Look, kid, don't have to hide anything, we've all walked in on Lip with one of his hookups before." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Besides, it's always the shy one's who are the kinkiest!"

Y/N looked away, trying not to pay him any more mind and focus on her task. Lip walked down the stairs having finished with the sophomore's project, and immediately noticed something was off. His girlfriend was shy, sure, but she never bowed her head as low as she had.

"Hey, Lip!" Mickey called, teasing. Lip looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. "Maybe you should go out back and have quickie with your girl, get 'er to stop bein' such a priss." Lip realized what was wrong, walking over to his blushing girlfriend and placing his arm around her waist.

"Fuck off," Lip sighed. "Y/N isn't a priss, she just doesn't think the whole world needs to know about her sex life like you and Ian seem to."

Mickey raised his arms in surrender, "'Kay, fuck, Gallagher, it was all teasing, no harm meant!" He got up from his seat and went to the kitchen, presumably to grab another beer.

"C'mon, baby," Lip said softly, squeezing Y/N's waist and guiding her up to his room. He sat with her on the edge of Ian's bed, holding her hand and rubbing his calloused thumb on the back of it.

"I'm sorry he was messin' with you, baby," he whispered. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Anything I can do for you?" He emphasized his apology by pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"No, just," she paused, thinking about how she wanted to phrase her next sentence. "Do you ever, I don't know, feel like I'm holding you back?"

Lip had a puzzled look on his face. "Whatd'ya mean, hon?"

"Well with like, you know," she sighed, pulling her hand away from Lip to hide her face. "We haven't had sex and I feel like that's my fault." She heard him chuckle quietly, her embarrassment seeping into her soul even more.

"Baby," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as she continued to hide her face. "It's nobody's fault. We haven't talked about it yet! That's the most important part of any relationship, and that's taken me a while to learn. I figured you'd bring it up when you were ready. I didn't want you to feel pressured."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and glazed over, on the verge of tears because of her embarrassment. "Really?" she asked.

"Really," he nodded like he had given an order to the universe.

"I thought that maybe you weren't attracted to me or that you thought I wasn't good enough," she whispered.

"Me? Not attracted to you? Aw babe!" he laughed, nose touching hers in a loving exchange. "A pretty thing like you deserves to be worshipped. When we have sex, I'm takin' my time with you."

She giggled at his compliment, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, what you don't believe me? I've wanted to sleep with pretty girl forever, I just wanted to make sure she's ready for me," he smiled at her. The more he complimented her, easing in sex references, the more comfortable she felt on the subject. He had waited for her! He didn't think she was a prude or anything, he just had respect for her; he cared for her. She felt warmth in her chest as she processed the conversation. Lip kissed her nose briefly, helping her stand up from the bed.

"And try not to let Mickey get you down. He's just like that and assumes everyone else is comfortable talking about their sex life the way he does. I'll warn him to dial it down when he's around you, though," Lip told her, looking into her eyes to make sure she knew he was serious.

"Thanks, Lip. I love you," she told him, hugging him again.

"I love you, too, Y/N. Now, we'll talk more about us and our boundaries and moving forward later," he told her, trying to help her be more comfortable discussing sex with him. "But right now I think we've got a dinner to be at."

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thanks for reading! sorry about me projecting a lil bit in lip and reader's conversation lol, i just think it's really important to have these conversations with your partners and i think lip, despite being all tough and "not sappy" (but he totally is) really cares about discussing boundaries with his partner

have a great day!

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tyuninthemirror · 10 months

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— lie to me: c.yj

— pairing: idol!yeonjun x idol fem!reader — genre: angst — word count: 1997 — disclaimers: not proofread! mentions of eating and drinking alcohol, adding of minor characters (jungwoo) — synopsis: part 3 to bad omens. — series masterlist

— author's note: this ends my bad omens three parter <3 no happy ending, but i think it's for the best :) on to happier yeonjun stories!

"Maybe this isn't a good idea anymore."

Yeonjun froze midway buckling his belt. Never would he have thought that sentence would come out of your mouth. He slowly turned around to see you sitting in your bed, looking at him, sheets pulled up to cover your chest.

"What?"

"I heard from Sakura that Yunjin is waiting for you to ask her out," you said, absentmindedly drawing circles on your duvet. "Looks like you finally get to be with her."

"And you're okay with that?" Yeonjun asked with a raised eyebrow.

You've been a bit distant since that date with Hwiyoung a month ago, but your little arrangement never changed. Of course, Yeonjun still shamelessly flirted with Yunjun in front of you, but for some reason, bitterness grew rather than the usual feeling of distress.

You began to wonder, if you fell in love with someone else, would they do this to you? Flirt with another person while you warmed their bed at night?

You shrugged at Yeonjun's question. It's crazy to think you were the one asking to be used just weeks ago.

Yeonjun expected you to cry, to beg him to never ask Yunjin out. What happened to the girl who begged him to stay? But he should be happy, after all, this is what he told you to do.

And that's how Yeonjun ended up watching Yunjin who sat across him, chatting away about her day. He finally found the right timing to ask her out and when she said yes and gushed about this new place she wanted to visit, so they found themselves at an Italian restaurant in a fancy part of Seoul.

Yeonjun smiled and made little comments here and there as she continued with her story, but something didn't feel right, and he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was on a date, with the girl he's been crushing on for a while, but all he could think about was eating spicy rice cakes and ramen with you at an eatery close to their dorms.

Yeonjun shook his head, mentally slapping himself. No, no time for thoughts like that. He was on a date with his dream girl, this is what he wanted.

Right?

"I'm back," Yeonjun called out as he entered the dorm, taking his shoes off. A few seconds later, he heard footsteps run up to the entryway. He looked up to see Huening Kai's excited face turn into a frown, his shoulders dropping when he realized Yeonjun came back alone.

"Umm, where's Y/N?"

"What are you talking about?" Yeonjun asked, raising an eyebrow. "I wasn't out with Y/N."

"You're never out with Y/N anymore," Kai pouts. "Did she finally get with San?"

"San?" Yeonjun did a double take. "What happened to Hwiyoung?"

"Huh?" Kai responded in confusion. "Last I heard, Y/N told him she wanted to stay friends."

"Wait, so why bring up San?"

"Are you dumb?" the younger boy responded, rolling his eyes. "Do you think Y/N doesn't have admirers? They all lined up trying to ask her out, but she only had eyes for you."

Kai's revelation left Yeonjun speechless. Sure, you were beautiful, but he didn't expect you to have invested so much in him.

"I think you're kinda dumb for rejecting her, to be honest," he continued, knowing Yeonjun was busy pondering over things. "She's a great person and a precious friend to me, I just hope whatever is happening doesn't ruin our relationship with her."

What Huening Kai didn't know was that you were the one that suggested ending things, but Yeonjun's pride got in the way and he never corrected anyone about it, letting himself play the one who pulled the plug.

Debbie Reber, the author, once said: "Letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t care about someone anymore. It’s just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself." It took you a cup of coffee and good company to get you to realize that.

Sure, your heart still longed for the same man that knew just how to make you laugh no matter how tired you were and made you feel butterflies just by seeing him, but you came to realize that true love would be wishing someone to be happy even if it wasn't you.

Besides, did you want to keep competing for someone's affection as if you need to prove something when it should be both of you proving you're worth it to each other? That sounded tiring.

"Hey Y/N, Changbin rented a villa for his birthday party this Sunday, do you wanna come?" Minho asked just as you entered the studio to greet him.

"I think I'm free after my salon appointment," you answered after checking your calendar. "Who's coming?"

"The usual," Minho answered dismissively as if he didn't want to get into any more details, but you knew he was hiding something.

"Do you want to just say it, or should I have to ask?"

"About what?"

"Don't play dumb," you snapped, lightly slapping his bicep.

"Alright," Minho sighed. "It's just our close friends, the usual group. But Yeonjun asked if he could bring Yunjin."

You gulped. Minho watched you worriedly, he was up to date with everything going on, and he supported you every single step of the way, but it was still a healing process.

"Do you not want to go?" Minho carefully asked.

"I'm good," you assured him with a smile. "I can't avoid seeing them together forever. At least I'll have you around."

"That's my girl."

Yeonjun watched from across the room as you accepted a drink from Jungwoo. You arrived not more than 10 minutes ago and he's seen nearly a handful of people approach you.

Yeonjun's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did that many people approach you at parties before?

"Hey, man! Having fun?" Changbin asked, popping out from the crowd of people.

"Yeah," Yeonjun briefly responded, pulling the birthday boy in for a shoulder bump. "Happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday, Changbin!" Yunjin chimed in from beside Yeonjun.

"Thanks," Changbin grinned.

"I'm gonna go say hi to Ryujin, be right back," Yunjun announced, giving Yeonjun a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing to the crowd.

"Ooooh, things are getting serious," Changbin teased, nudging Yeonjun's shoulders.

"I guess," Yeonjun awkwardly chuckled. "Say, did this many people approach Y/N before?"

Changbin's eyes followed wherever Yeonjun was starting and saw you chatting away with Jungwoo.

"Dude, she wouldn't talk to anyone besides you when you used to come to parties together, no one dared approach her," Changbin answered. "Jungwoo's been begging Minho for her number for ages."

You briefly looked around the room and met eyes with Yeonjun who was staring at you. You gave him a small smile and he smiled back.

Yeonjun expected you to excuse yourself from your conversation and walk over to him, but you surprisingly didn't and continued your conversation, even laughing and grabbing Jungwoo's arm at whatever he said.

"Looks like a happy ending to me," Changbin chimed in. "You got your girl and got Y/N off your back. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Sure."

Before coming, you had set a mission for yourself to stay away and avoid talking to Yeonjun all night.

The night continued and Yeonjun wasn't as distracting as you thought. Though you felt him watching you some parts of the night, you spent most of the night with Jungwoo who made you laugh your ass off, you weren't sure if you were drunk or just high on endorphins.

"I'm gonna grab another drink, do you want anything?" you asked Jungwoo.

"Perfect, I need to go pee while you're at it. I've been holding it," Jungwoo admitted.

"Why didn't you just go?" you chuckled.

"Let you out of my sight for a second to have someone steal you for the night? Pfft, not a chance." Jungwoo scoffed. "I worked for this interaction."

"Kim Jungwoo, did you become an MC with Minho just to get close to me?" you jokingly asked.

"Damn, I thought it was hiding it well enough," he responded with a joking frown. "I'm serious though, I need to pee, I'll be a second. And another beer, please!"

You chuckled as you watched the taller boy scurry away. As you turned around to head into the kitchen, someone grabs your wrist and pulls you into an empty hallway.

You pull your wrist back and look up to see Yeonjun gazing at you with this intense look.

"What's the big idea?" you asked, annoyed. Usually seeing Yeonjun made you feel butterflies, but there was something about how he just treated you that pissed you off.

"Kim Jungwoo your next boy toy?" Yeonjun spat.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I've seen you stuck by his side all night, is he about to be your fuck for tonight?" he continued, his nostrils flaring as he cornered you.

Shock came over you as you took a step back, trying to stick as close to the wall as you can while Yeonjun came closer.

"Are you that easy? Who's it gonna be after Jungwoo?" he added once again. You snapped out of your trance, that was the last straw for you.

You raised your hand and slapped Yeonjun.

His eyes widened in shock, his hand coming up to touch the cheek you just slapped.

"You're disgusting," you spat. "How could you say that to me?" Yeonjun realized what he had just said, instant regret overcoming him.

"Y/N, I didn't-"

"No," you quickly stopped him. "I can't believe you would say something like that to me."

"I didn't mean it that way," he blurted out.

"Well, in what way did you mean it?" you demanded. "You're supposed to be my friend, how could you?"

"Y/N, please-"

"No, Yeonjun," you cut him off. "Stay away from me. I gave you so much, I let you go and I thought the least you could reciprocate was my friendship, but you couldn't even be a friend?"

"I know you've only had eyes on Yunjin, you look and give her more than you've ever given me. I thought you at least saw me as a friend. I guess not, I'm probably just no one to you."

Yeonjun didn't know how to respond to that. When he approached you, he just wanted to talk to you and hear you deny what was going on with Jungwoo, but something in him just made him spit out whatever he bottled up that night and then it turned to this.

"Goodbye, Choi Yeonjun," you mumbled, turning to walk away. "I hope you don't regret losing me in your life."

Yeonjun watched your figure walk away, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

Tears welled in your eyes as you walked into the kitchen. You still had feelings for Yeonjun, but the way he spoke to you just now made you question what you ever saw in him.

"Y/N, I was looking for you," Jungwoo's cheerful voice called from behind you. You quickly blink your tears away before facing him.

"Are you okay?" Jungwoo asked. "Your eyes are a bit red."

"I just yawned," you lied, picking up two bottles of beer from the ice box.

"If you're tired, I could take you home?" Jungwoo offered, concern evident in his voice.

"Y/N, you're here!"

You and Jungwoo turned around to see Yunjin standing at the other entrance of the kitchen. As usual, her makeup and outfit were on point and she was as gorgeous as ever.

"Yeah," you smiled. "Grabbing a drink?"

"Yeah, just grabbing Yeonjun and me some rum and coke," she grinned, pouring some Captain Morgan into two cups.

"Oh, but Yeonjun doesn't like-" you began to say before stopping yourself. Yunjin looked up curiously.

"Nothing," you smiled. "He'll love whatever you pour him."

"Oh yeah?" she giggled, a small blush forming on her face.

"100%" you assured her. "After all, Yeonjun treats you the best."

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lulu2992 · 3 months

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A few of Far Cry 5’s characters’ former names (according to the files)

Did you know that some characters used to have different names? Here’s what I found:

Adelaide Drubman - Penny Johnson (I’m not sure; it’s unclear)

Casey Fixman - Casey Seagal or Casey Storm

Chad Wolanski - Chad Gardetto

Faith Seed - Selena Seed

George Wilson - George Beel

Guy Marvel - Guy Martel (headcanon: it’s still his name but he thought Marvel was a cooler name for a movie director)

Hurk Drubman Senior - Wayne Senior

Joseph Seed - Daniel Seed

Merle Briggs - Merle Clinton

Wilhelmina Mable - Wilhelmina Maybelline

Tammy Barnes - Tammy Palmer (was she supposed to be Eli’s wife? Maybe!)

Tracey Lader - Traci West

Virgil Minkler - Virgil Knutsen

Wendell Redler - Wendell Darrah

Xander Flynn - Bob Johnson (again, like for Adelaide, not sure)

Also, I’ve said this before but Deputy Pratt’s first name is actually Stacy and not Staci. In the files, it’s only not spelled Stacy once, in the end credits... which is also, unfortunately, the only time players had a chance to see it written.

According to the files, Larry Parker’s first name is Laurence, the man we meet near Arcade machines is Morris Aubrey, and the fisherman is Coyote Nelson… but his description in the unreleased in-game encyclopedia also implies he died, so that might be inaccurate.

Below are the names of other Hope County residents (and where they live(d) and/or work(ed)) found in the deleted in-game encyclopedia:

Daniel Holmes — Holmes Residence

Doug and Debbie Hadler — Gardenview Orchards, Ciderworks, and Packing Facility

Rae-Rae Bouthillier — Rae-Rae's Pumpkin Farm

Niesha Howard — Howard Cabin

Emmet Reaves (in the late 1800s) — Copperhead Rail Yard & Prosperity

Will Boyd (from Far Cry: Absolution; his full name is William) — Boyd Residence

Les Doverspike — Doverspike Compound

Mike and Deb Harris — Harris Residence

Wolfgang Dodd — Dodd’s Dumps

Colin Dodd (Nadine Abercrombie’s grandfather) — Dodd Residence

Joe Roberts — Roberts Cabin

Dr. Kim Patterson — Hope County Clinic

Bobby Budell (in 1946) — Flatiron Stockyards

Doug Fillmore — Fillmore Residence

Orville Fall (found gold in 1865) — Catamount Mines

Mike and Chandra Dunagan — Sunrise Farm

The Redler family (Wendell’s) — Red’s Farm Supply

Andrew and Frances Woodson — Woodson Pig Farm

Don Sawyer — Sawyer Residence

Kay Wheeler — Kay-Nine Kennels

Jules Adams (and an unnamed husband) — Adams Ranch

Jerry Miller (and his family) — Miller Residence

Rick Elliot (his full name is Richard according to a message left by Eli) — Elliot Residence

Jay Loresca — Loresca Residence

"Lonely Frank" — Frank’s Cabin

Dicky Dansky — Dansky Cabin

Roy Tanami — Tanami Residence

Mr. Vasquez — Vasquez Residence

Mr. McDevitt — Misty River Gas

Darby McCoy — McCoy Cabin

Dr. Phil Barlow — Barlow Residence

Travis McClean (and his husband Brent) — McClean Residence

Jasmine Chan — Chan Residence

Jerrod Wilson (in the 1800s) — Throne of Mercy Church

Frankie Sinclair — Sinclair Residence

Lydia (in 1912) — Lydia’s Cave

Dwight Feeney (the chemist who worked with Eden’s Gate and dies in the mission “Sins of the Father”) — Feeney Residence

Lorna Rawlings — Lorna’s Truck Stop

Edward O'Hara — O’Hara’s Haunted House

Kanti Jones — Jones Residence

Coyote Nelson — Nelson Residence

Holly Pepper (and her girlfriend Charlie) — Pepper Residence

Nolan Pettis — Nolan’s Fly Shop

Bob and Penny Johnson — Johnson Residence

Melvin Adams Abercrombie — Abercrombie Residence

Steve McCallough — McCallough’s Garage

Dr. Rachel Jessop (who, and I’ll keep saying this every time I can, was never Faith and always another, entirely different person) — Jessop Conservatory

Dwight Seeley — Seeley’s Cabin

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year

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about caregiver!aaron !! he’d be so so so sweet 😕

yes!! ive been having this thought for weeks so let me pen it!! cw:talks of a slightly 'little' reader aka age regression, aaron is full caregiver!mode! use of daddy nonsexually. don't like it don't read!

Aaron's been waiting for you to slip all day.

More accurately, he’d known you had needed to slip all week, but there hadn’t been a quiet and safe moment for Aaron to help you regress. He had been waiting and now that the week was over and he had secured the weekend off for the entire team, he knew it was the perfect time to help you regress so you could finally relax.

He’d seen the glaze in your eyes after you had wrapped the case and on the drive home he made a quick stop at the grocery to get a few necessities to make your night much more comfortable.

“Wanna come out?" he asks, hand brushing back the hair falling in your face.

“What are we going for?” your voice is soft and your eyes are even glossier than they were before. Aaron hates the way you can’t slip yet, and he can tell you’re growing more anxious as you force yourself to remain ‘big.’

“We don't have any more of the Little Debbie cakes you like and we gotta replace your mug,” you nod and rub your face with the back of your hand tiredly.

“’Wanna choose my mug.” you let Aaron unbuckle you and lead you through the grocery. He keeps his fingers interlocked with yours, especially when you spot the sale they were having on the cakes you loved.

You grab four boxes of the fancy cakes-which Aaron can’t object to because he knows the regression might last through the weekend and he just wanted you happy-, a couple white chocolate bars and then you let Aaron lead you to the mugs.

You’d broken your usual one washing it the other day and between the cases over the last few weeks, you hadn’t had time to replace it.

Aaron had ordered one but it wouldn’t arrive till another week.

“This one, please.” you point to the mug with an illustration of butterflies in the centre, different from your last one but Aaron wasn’t going to deny you.

“You sure, bug?” you look up at him, a small smile on your lips.

“Yeah, this one.” A confident nod accompanies your words and Aaron sets it in the basket he has in his hands.

When you’re back in the car, he opens one of your cakes and hands it off to you, “I’ll make you some milo when we get home, ‘kay?”

As you munch on the cake you can feel yourself slip further into the headspace and tap Aaron's bicep.

“Daddy,” you murmur and he nods, turning to kiss your cheek.

“S’alright baby, daddy knows. It’s okay to slip, bug.”

Aaron’s reassurance had been enough to let the tension in your shoulders drop and for you to slump against the seat with a smile.

You hum along to some of the pop songs on the radio, but mostly you take small nibbles of your cake and wiggle your toes in your boots, ready to be showered and in pyjamas.

“D’you want a bath or a shower, bug?” Aaron leads you into the kitchen, getting a glass of water to you as he waits on your decision.

“Bath please, daddy.” you wipe away the water that dribbles down your chin with a lazy stroke and Aaron takes the glass before it can fall from your slack grip.

“Alright baby,” the bath is filled and you’re in it for a total of twenty long minutes, Aaron deciding against washing your hair that late but dousing it in some oil and tying it off into two pigtail braids with ribbon on the end.

“Can I wear the heart pyjamas?” your wet lashes blink slowly up at Aaron. There’s something about you in this headspace that makes his heart overflow with love for you. He’s not sure if it’s because you trust him to take care of you when you’re like this or if it’s the way your eyes form literal hearts when you stare at him, but whatever it is, he adores the feeling.

“‘Course, bug.” he opens the drawer you have with all your pyjamas fr nights like this and holds the ribbed white cotton splashed with pink and red hearts out to you.

“C’mere,” when you’re dressed he sits you on the bed and rubs some of your moisturiser onto your face. “Stay here for daddy, m’gonna go for your milo and your cakes.”

Aaron erases your pout with a quick peck, patting your back as he jerks his head towards your spot in bed. “Get comfy.”

“Ready?” he asks, setting you on the bed and setting your warm chocolate milk on his bedside table along with two more of your cakes.

“Yeah, can we watch Winnie the Pooh, daddy? But not the Heffalump one. That one's scary.”

Aaron nods, remembering all the times he’s had to take the movie off because you always get scared in the beginning.

Before he sits on the bed beside you, he reaches for your stuffed Pooh on the chair at your vanity.

“Do you want your blanket?” he asks, already reaching for the soft fleece coverlet on the trunk in front of the bed before you can answer. He tucks the soft material around your yellow bear and drapes the rest over your body.

“Thanks, daddy.” you lay curled into Aaron’s chest as he finds the movie, Pooh sitting on Aaron’s stomach so you don't dirty him as you eat your cakes.

Aaron can think of no better way to spend his time, he keeps a hand patting your bum through the entire movie and when your milo is finished and you can’t stop yawning he rubs your back and helps you fall asleep on him.

Not before you pout, ‘kiss us goodnight daddy,’ and he drops a kiss to your cheeks and then on Pooh’s.

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walkswithmyfather · 1 year

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#note to self #debbie kay #hope for the broken hearted #joni eareckson tada #bible #christian blog #god #belief in god #faith in god #encouragement #jesus #belief in jesus #faith in jesus #christian inspirational quotes

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reality-detective · 5 months

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝟯𝟵 𝗟𝗮𝘄𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 (𝗧𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗔𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗔𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘀)

1. Ruben Gallego

2. Debbie Lesko

3. Tony Cardenas

4. Anna Eshoo

5. Barbara Lee

6. Grace F. Napolitano

7. Katie Porter

8. Adam Schiff

9. Ken Buck

10. Lisa Blunt Rochester

11. Jim Banks

12. Victoria Spartz

13. John Sarbanes

14. David Trone

15. Dan Kildee

16. Elissa Slotkin

17. Dean Phillips

18. Andy Kim

19. Brian Higgins

20. George Santos

21. Dan Bishop

22. Jeff Jackson

23. Bill Johnson

24. Brad Wenstrup

25. Earl Blumenauer

26. Colin Allred

27. Michael C. Burgess

28. Kay Granger

29. Sheila Jackson Lee

30. Abigail Spanberger

31. Jennifer Wexton

32. Derek Kilmer

33. Alex Mooney

34. Joe Manchin

35. Tom Carper

36. Mike Braun

37. Ben Cardin

38. Mitt Romney

39. Debbie Stabenow

- Ezra A. Cohen

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #news

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In the United States, September is National Service Dog Month!

Here are some tips for anyone thinking about getting a service dog:

❤️ Most medical alerts are trained with scent detection. Blood glucose, heart rate, blood pressure, seizure, migraine, panic attack, food/environmental allergens, etc. We don’t know all of the chemicals dogs can detect, so if you are disabled and think a medical alert service dog could help you then it might be worth pursuing. (Debby Kay’s books/programs are a great place to start with scent training!)

❤️ Owner-training with positive reinforcement is totally doable! (I highly recommend the online service dog academy My Service Dog & Me LLC with Kate Olson!)

❤️ Raising and training a service dog in an apartment is doable! (I just posted about how to communicate with landlords about service dogs so definitely check that out if it applies to you!)

❤️ Golden Retrievers, Labrador Retrievers, Poodles (of any size) and Smoothie Collies are called the “Fab Four” because their breed standards really jive well with service dog life. Any breed can be a service dog but not every dog can be. There’s nothing “basic” about choosing a Fab Four breed and off-breed dogs are just as valid. There are no guarantees in service dog training, so stack the odds in your favor by choosing a responsible breeder (I haven’t posted about this topic yet but there’s plenty of information about what makes a responsible breeder in the show, sport or service dog communities online)

❤️ By the legal definition, you have to be disabled to have a service dog. That doesn’t mean it has to be the last thing you try. If you think a service dog could help you then please reach out to me and others in the service dog community. We can help answer questions and get you pointed in the right direction. Good Luck!

Every team is different. Disabilities change. Training isn’t linear.

Here is what a typical morning looks like with my service dog at this point in our life.

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Welcome Home, Tommy Boy

Ship: Tommy Callahan (III) x Gabriel Hunt

Word Count: 1967

Summary: I did not expect this to get this long whoops. Anywho yes I've decided to ship with Tommy. 💕 Takes place after Tommy returns to Sandusky but before his dad dies, Tommy reunites with an old classmate. CWs for food mentions, alcohol mentions, smoking. I wrote this at nearly 2am so let me know if there's anything else I could tag. Also points to you if you get the reference at the very end LOL.

Tag List: @canongf @rexscanonwife @futurewife

Thomas Callahan II’s son was finally back from 7 years of college, which of course meant a big celebration for the workers at Callahan’s factory and Tommy’s high school friends. However, there was one guest at the “Welcome Home” party who was sure Tommy would not remember them. And yet, they turned up anyway, and almost immediately bumped into the man.

“Woah- sorry there, buddy!” Tommy was all buzzed-smiles and rosy cheeks. The sight made Gabriel’s stomach do flip-flops, even when Tommy’s brow furrowed in unrecognition. “Hey, uh, forgive me but, do I… know you? Are you a new worker or…?”

Gabriel forced out a breathy laugh. “Maybe you do, maybe you don’t. I don’t work for your dad’s company, however.” With that, he pushed forth into the noisy party, pulling his jean jacket closer to his body and hearing Tommy’s calls over his shoulder.

“Hey, wait! At least let me guess!”

He found his way to the kitchen and scanned the drink selection for something non-alcoholic, frowning to himself when he found his options limited. He could hear Tommy huffing his way toward him.

“So I’m guessing we went to high school together, right?” Tommy insisted as he got closer.

“Yes, Tommy. One question down, nineteen more to go,” Gabriel quipped as he picked up a bottle of ginger ale. “Boylan Ginger Ale? Wow, you guys really are rich.”

“What classes did we have together??” He asked as he followed them through the crowds and out into the yard.

“Tommy, I doubt you’ll remember me, even if I tell you. English and American History.”

Tommy’s face screwed up in thought while Gabriel busied himself with picking up a roasting stick and fastening a marshmallow to its pointed end.

“Can’t you just tell me your name? Argh… when’s your birthday?”

“December 24th.”

“Ooh! Do you get extra presents?”

“When people can afford it.” Gabriel hummed as he lightly toasted his marshmallow over the firepit.

“O-kay… where did you sit in those classes?” Tommy picked up his own stick and followed Gabriel’s lead, making them tilt their head slightly at his actions.

“Usually in the back.”

“What? Food helps me think-- ah!” Tommy yelped as his marshmallow caught on fire, quickly pulling it away from the pit and desperately blowing on it. Gabriel stifled a giggle, taking his evenly roasted treat out of the fire and inspecting it for burns.

“Damn!” Tommy swore at his blackened marshmallow. Then, without much hesitation, he bit into its crackly shell, making Gabriel wrinkle its nose.

“How can you stand the taste of burnt food?”

“I don’t like to waste things!” He responded through a mouthful of white fluff before swallowing thickly. “Who were you friends with, man? I’m wracking my brain here…”

Gabriel hummed again as he ate his own marshmallow and opened his ginger ale, taking a quick swig to clear his throat. “I wasn’t. Best I had were close acquaintances. I think… Elaine Enberg, Debbie Perkett, and some kid named Gordon sat with me at lunch sometimes.”

“Oh, oh, I remember Debbie! Alright, that narrows it down somewhat…”

Gabriel’s heartbeat hastened as he munched on some raw marshmallows and continued to drink his soda. Ears burning as he chugged the last of the carbonated beverage, he opened his mouth to speak and instead released a thick and hearty belch. As he closed his mouth in embarrassment, swearing everyone had turned to look at him, Tommy began to laugh, slapping his knees.

“Holy schnikes! Whew, that was a good one, dude! Didn’t think a little guy like you had it in ya!”

“Listen, Tommy, if you really want to know who I am, let’s ditch this crowd,” Gabriel spoke quickly, grabbing Tommy’s arm and leading him back into the house.

“It should be quiet upstairs! I’m going to get to the bottom of this!” Tommy announced, quickly taking charge and practically dragging Gabriel upstairs, eventually bringing him to a balcony facing the front of the house. It was much quieter here, with only the faint sounds of music from the floor below and the occasional car passing by to interrupt the silence. Gabriel sighed, feeling sweat trickling down his back as his hands began to shake.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” He asked softly.

“Be my guest,” Tommy swept his arm out graciously as he leaned against the balcony railing. “Who are you??”

Retrieving a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, along with a lighter with a faded picture of Jesus on it, Gabriel took a deep breath. “Tommy… can I ask you some things first? I know I said I’d tell you who I am, and I will, but…”

As if sensing his anxiety, Tommy’s party energy turned to genuine concern for whatever was bothering his guest. “Go ahead, man, what’s up?”

“How do you feel about men who like men?”

Tommy scratched the back of his neck. “I… I dunno, I’ve never really thought about it before.” He shrugged, leaving it at that.

Gabriel opened the box of cigarettes, tracing his finger over the deathsticks, deciding which one he would smoke tonight despite them being all the same. “Alright. And what do you think of women who, deep down inside, know they’re really men? Or men who know they’re really women?”

Tommy’s expression continued to morph into one of confusion. “What do you mean?”

Gabriel selected a cigarette. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. Tommy, do you remember a quiet, dark-haired girl with glasses who sometimes got partnered with you for history projects because… she didn’t seem to know how to make friends all that well?” It stumbled with the pronoun that brought it such disgust and self-loathing and lit the cigarette.

Tommy thought for a long moment before his eyes lit up. “Oh yeah, yeah I think I do! Are you her brother? I haven’t seen her in ages! Alli-”

“Don’t!” Even Gabriel flinched as he said it, his voice sounding like the yelp of a wounded dog. “Tommy, please don’t say that name.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” He suddenly gasped. “Did she die? Oh my God, I’m so sorry--”

“No, Tommy, that-that girl didn’t…” Gabriel turned away slightly as he puffed on his cigarette, feeling himself grow weaker as the conversation went on longer. “Well. I guess she kind of did.” They softly groaned to themself as they debated on letting Tommy believe they were the girl’s sibling and that the girl had died, or telling him the truth. “Last question. Please… promise me you won’t freak out over what I’m going to say next, or at least, as close to a promise as you can muster…”

Tommy swallowed, shook himself, and stood tall, as if bracing himself for a physical attack. “Sure, go ahead.”

Gabriel looked at him for a moment and couldn’t help but smile sadly at his stance, smoke curling around his mouth before taking another drag and blowing it out his nose. “Tommy… I was that girl. Tommy, I was a girl who knew deep, deep down that that wasn’t my truth. I’ve pretty much always knew I was meant to be a guy, but for some reason I was… born with the traits that make society say you’re a girl. I lived in pain for a long time. Once I graduated high school, I knew I couldn’t survive that way… so I cut and dyed my hair, got a new wardrobe, started wearing sports bras to flatten my chest… I don’t know how I did it but I even got my name legally changed. So… hi Tommy, my name’s Gabriel. I’m happy to see you again.”

Gabriel offered a shaking hand, tapping his ash over the railing with the other. There was a long pause that made him want to run away, but before he could, Tommy had enthusiastically grabbed his hand and shook it.

“I’m happy to see you, too, Gabriel! It’s been too long, what happened to you?” He exclaimed gleefully, reducing Gabriel to a shocked, mouth-half-open expression. As tears pricked his eyes, he let Tommy pull him into a tight bro hug, thumping his back.

“Ha--! Quite a lot Tommy, quite… a… lot,” Gabriel choked out, hiding his tears in the shoulder of his varsity jacket. He was sure Tommy didn’t quite understand what he had been talking about, but the fact he called him by the name he chose spoke volumes. They spent the rest of the night sitting on the balcony, catching up on each other’s lives. Gabriel had been working in retail for the past three years, and before that they had done two years of college before dropping out, bouncing between jobs as they tried to figure things out. They were very proud of Tommy for graduating at all, no matter how long it took him… he was obviously doing better than they were, after all. Tommy told them wild college stories, mostly filled with drunk and/or high shenanigans and rugby games. They talked so long, they didn’t even notice the party winding down below them until Tommy’s father came up and found them.

“There you are, Tommy boy! People have been asking for you, why’d you disappear up here?”

Tommy hopped up, helping Gabriel onto his feet. “Oh, dad, you’re never going to believe this! This is Gabriel, one of my high school classmates, I can’t believe I forgot about this dude!” He clapped them on the shoulder and they flushed slightly, feeling eternally relieved that Tommy didn’t start telling his dad what they had told him.

Gabriel offered his hand. “Mr. Callahan, it’s nice to officially meet you.”

Thomas shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, too! You must be a rather interesting fellow to steal Tommy away from the party like this.”

“We had a lot of catching up to do…” Gabriel yawned then. “I-I should be heading home, thank you for having me, sir.”

“It’s no trouble at all, in fact,” Thomas then went back to the top of the stairs to call down, “Richard! Are you still here?”

There was a pause. “Yes, sir.”

“I know it’s late, but can I ask you a favour?” Thomas waved for Gabriel to come closer. “This fine young friend of Tommy’s needs a ride home, if you’d be so kind, you’d have our utmost appreciation.”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to interfere if this man needs to get home himself…” Gabriel spoke sheepishly as he came to look down at this “Richard;” a thin and generally good-looking man standing at the base of the stairs in a sharp suit, his coat draped over his arm.

“Like I said, no trouble!” Thomas insisted.

“Yes, very well… I can drive you home…”

“Gabriel.”

Richard nodded, though he looked less than pleased about the task ahead. Gabriel shrugged to himself and said his goodbyes before joining Richard in his vehicle.

Bonus: Richard-Gabriel interaction

“You know, I’m only doing this because my boss asked me to,” Richard spoke with some snark as he drove Gabriel home. Gabriel arched an eyebrow.

“You don’t need to get snappy about it, I’m not him. You very easily could’ve refused, I could’ve hailed a cab.”

Richard glanced him up and down and he instinctively shrunk into the seat a bit, his hair standing on end. “At this hour? You’d more likely be picked up by some stranger than a legitimate cab.”

“Aren’t all cab drivers strangers? Well, unless you’re friends with one, I suppose…”

“You know what I meant, are you as thick as Tommy?”

“I don’t like your tone, Richard.”

“Well you should because you could’ve ridden with a murderer tonight instead!”

Gabriel blinked, completely bewildered. Do you care or not care that I’m your passenger tonight??

“You are a sad, strange little man and you have my pity, Richard.”

#self insert #self insert x canon #self shipping #self shipping community #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #🚬🎃.s/i #🍬Tommy Baby🍺#circus scripts

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Sleeping Beauty Spring: "Faerie Tale Theatre: Sleeping Beauty" (1983 TV series episode)

Shelley Duvall's Faerie Tale Theatre is a cult classic among children of the '80s and '90s. So many of us grew up enjoying this TV series of hour-long fairy tale adaptations, with their celebrity casts, visuals inspired by the work of famous artists and illustrators, slightly cheesy special effects, and a blend of sincerity and quirky irreverence. I saw nearly every episode in its '90s reruns on The Disney Channel, or else on VHS with my friends at school during our parents' PTA meetings.

Sleeping Beauty is the fifth episode of the series. It stars Bernadette Peters and Christopher Reeve, who not only play the Princess and her Prince, but show off their acting range by also playing each other's unsavory romantic false leads, the "bad girl" Princess Debbie and the silly, spoiled son of King Murray. The rest of the cast includes Beverly d'Angelo as the sassy villainous fairy Henbane, Carol Kane as the slightly goofy yet sweet Pink Fairy who softens Henbane's curse from death to sleep, René Auberjonois and Sally Kellerman as the Princess's parents King Boris and Queen Natasha, and George Dzundza as the Woodsman who narrates the story.

Rather than the standard Western European country, this version of the story is set in Russia – mot likely in tribute to Tchaikovsky, whose music, not only from The Sleeping Beauty but from The Nutcracker and Romeo and Juliet, is heard in excerpts throughout. This creates a beautiful and unique visual aesthetic, inspired by the fairy tale illustrations of Kay Nielsen. The bulk of the story is told as a flashback, narrated by the Woodsman to a prince and his squire. Midway through (although the twist is predictable from the start), the "squire" is revealed to really be the Prince, and vice-versa. They've switched places so the Prince can better observe the moral character of the princesses he meets: a lesson he learned some time ago, when he was nearly ensnared by the seductive Arabian princess Debbie, who turned out to be the evil fairy Henbane in disguise.

The Woodsman's tale reveals that once upon a time, Queen Natasha longed for a child, but neither she nor King Boris knew how to have one, until a tiny fairy gave them some much-needed, discreetly whispered advice. When their daughter is born, they invite six fairies to the christening: distinctly Russian-looking fairies in white gowns and ornate headscarves, who all have strange-sounding voices and bright-colored skin. (Furthermore, one fairy is male, but dresses just like the female fairies and has the mannerisms of a sassy gay man.) Villainous Henbane has gray skin, while her sweet, lisping younger sister who softens her curse is pink.

Twenty years later, the Princess has grown up to be a kind, graceful beauty, who cooks food for the poor and expresses her longing for love with the classic Judy Garland song "I'm Nobody's Baby." (A jokey anachronism, yes, but also a showcase for Bernadette Peters' famous singing voice.) In a choice that recalls the Czech film How to Wake a Princess, her parents have arranged for her to marry the son of the visiting King Murray, in hope that in his kingdom she'll be safe from Henbane's curse. But the foreign prince turns out to be a foppish, cowardly snob. Horrified by the thought of marrying him, the Princess flees to a secluded tower... where, of course, Henbane waits in disguise as an old woman with a spinning wheel.

After the sleeping Princess is found, the Pink Fairy arrives, puts the grieving King and Queen to sleep, and freezes the rest of the court like statues. But not to be outdone, Henbane surrounds the castle with "man-eating briars," which move like snakes to grab their victims, and changes herself into a reptilian, fire-breathing giant (not quite a dragon like Disney's Maleficent, but close) to prevent any prince from breaking the spell. But of course, a hundred years later, these obstacles can't deter the Prince. Running off with the Woodsman's axe, he chops his way through the briars, then battles the gigantic Henbane and slays her by throwing the axe at her. Then he wakes the Princess with a kiss, and everyone lives happily ever after... except for the Woodsman, who never gets his axe back and is left trying to chop down trees with a knife.

Children will enjoy this Sleeping Beauty as a colorful retelling of the classic tale. Adults will enjoy it as a lightly fractured fairy tale, with quite a few grown-up jokes and innuendos, yet which strikes a good balance between silliness and sincerity. Either way, it's a memorable retelling, and a standout episode of the Faerie Tale Theatre series.

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#sleeping beauty spring #faerie tale theatre #sleeping beauty #1983 #fairy tale #television #live action #bernadette peters #christopher reeve

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