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roseunspindle · 3 days
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muskaanayesha · 1 year
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Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.
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classycookiexo · 3 months
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wardenparker · 4 months
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Hummingbird Has Landed
Marcus Pike x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
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After the debacle of his failed engagement and relocating to Washington to take charge of his task force, newly minted Special Agent Marcus Pike is ready to get back out into the dating pool once more. A slew of bad dates has him feeling a little down, and he takes an old friend up on an invitation to get away and get his head on straight. Imagine his surprise when he finds not only fresh air, but his soulmate as well - hiding in plain sight but in the unlikeliest of places.
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This story takes place shortly after the events of The Mentalist and with that timing in mind. Reader's mother is elected in November of 2016 and the story starts after she has taken office.
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Thank you so, so much to everyone who participated in the voting for the next soulmate story! We really can't thank you all enough, or say just how much fun we had making the choice of story interactive.
There was such an outpouring of positivity and enthusiasm, that we couldn't see to only write one of the stories that you all voted for. In fact, we're going to write the top three:
Marcus Pike x His Innkeeper will be first Javier Peña x His Journalist will be second Joel Miller x His Bar Owner will be third
It's going to be a very exciting year for soulmate stories!
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simply-ivanka · 4 months
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brixuth · 2 months
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First Daughter (2004)
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femalescharacters · 1 year
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KATIE HOLMES as Samantha MacKenzie in FIRST DAUGHTER (2004) dir. Forest Whitaker
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krystaln78 · 24 days
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For all the imperfect elder daughters
As a human, I have so much empathy for my father but as a daughter, I have so much anger. The anger I bottle up as to not betray my dearest, world-deserving mother is concerning. I think it has the capacity to burn me inside, just that I don’t let it. Because that’s who I always was. The eldest daughter. My role is to suppress my feelings to make everyone’s lives easier.
There is also a stereotype that all older daughters are perfectionists. They are good at everything. Academics, sports, and life in general. And, hey, that stereotype doesn’t come from nowhere. I personally have seen older sisters being the perfectionists, whether in my family or in my friends’ family.
But it’s okay if you’re an elder daughter and not all that. It is okay. Let that sink in. You will have some responsibilities and pressure on you, but it’s normal to be confused sometimes, to get only decent grades or to suck at sports. Nobody is 100%.
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iamphatvenus · 4 months
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Capricorn women need partners they can rely on. They fall in love through respect. A deep sense of respect, because throughout her life SHE’S been daddy. Hard to dominate, not by choice though. She knows what she likes, could definitely attract relationships with incompetent partners. When she’s self aware enough she realizes she only has to save herself, and deserves a love that is a safe space.
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elluno · 1 year
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I am not my mother’s daughter.
I am her right arm.
cut off.
bone jagged.
bloodless.
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deadpresidents · 6 months
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In 1979, Alice Roosevelt Longworth was a long, long way away from her days as a wild child -- in every sense. But a wild child she had been. In her heyday, she could generate more newspaper print than her father, if she cared to. And this when her father just happened to be the President of the United States. She tipped off newspapers about where she'd be and what she'd be up to, then pocketed the cash for the info. Of course she did it to stick a finger in his eye. Of course she did it to get back at him for not loving her the way she needed.
She was born before women could vote, before cars were invented, before electricity lighted homes. She was brilliant before women were allowed to be brilliant. She was beautiful, rich, and privileged. But she was also shy and so learned how to control the media from offstage.
She carried a dagger, a snake, and the Constitution in her purse and became the first woman to drive a car forty-five miles an hour. When her father told her she could not smoke under his roof, she climbed to the top of the White House and smoked there, on the roof.
Coming of age when birth control was a matter of rhythm, she said, "Fill what's empty, empty what's full, and scratch where it itches." Which included sex. When she was a teenager, her stepmother, Edith Carow, begged her husband, then the Governor of New York, to send his daughter to a boarding school because "she had the habit of running the streets uncontrolled with every boy in town." The wild child straight-out told her father, "If you send me, I will do something that will shame you. I tell you, I will."
-- White House Wild Child: How Alice Roosevelt Broke All the Rules and Won the Heart of America (BOOK | KINDLE) by Shelley Fraser Mickle, Imagine! Books/Charlesbridge Publishing, 2023
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bbadiehoe · 4 months
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"are you really a virgin?" bro i haven't even had my first kiss yet
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nevvaraven · 10 months
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“Lucky charm secure”
and I never trusted again…….
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fanaticloser · 2 years
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Can y’all guess my favorite trope
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simply-ivanka · 5 months
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lost-girl-2021 · 1 month
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More Princess Diary please! Have you also read books from this?
I have not read the books, but I'm rewatching both movies now. If I end up writing a fic for it (which, it's looking like I might) it'll go differently than the movies/books. I'm also re-obsessed with the movie 'First Daughter' and would like to take some scenes from that as well (if you haven't seen it, 10/10 recommend it). Also, FYI, I'm starting a new job, so Idk how fast I'll reply to stuff, but I promise I'm seeing it all!
“He’s who?”
“Your father.”
Spider looked towards his mother. “I thought I didn’t have one of those.”
“Spider, of course you have a— “
“How sure are we about that?” He wrinkled his nose. “I mean, maybe I’m, like, the next Jesus or somethin’.”
Paz snorted. “Baby, this is serious.”
Then why are you laughing? He thought to himself.
“Why does he want to meet me now?” He gestured towards himself with a frown. “I mean, he’s about fifteen years too late to play house, don’t you think?”
“It’s complicated. He’s an important person in Genovia— “
“That little pear country?”
“— and we wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be in danger during the war.” She rubbed her shoulder, the place where Spider knew an old army tattoo was hidden. “We met when I was at the end of my tour. And, when we realized you were coming, well . . . it was safest for me to head for Pandora.”
That . . . kind of made sense. It was also the most information Spider had ever gotten about his father. When he was younger, he used to ask all the time. Where’s my Papa? Why isn’t he here? Do I get two mamas since I don’t have a papa, like Sue in my art class? 
“It’s not dangerous anymore?”
Paz hesitated. “The war is over. And, he flew all the way here because he wanted to see you.”
“Where’s he staying?”
His mother scratched her head, glancing towards her coffee. “The Genovian consulate.”
Spider blinked. “Who exactly is this guy, mom?”
“Uh . . . “ She shrugged. “He’s sort of the . . . King?”
“The Tire King? The Burger King?”
“The . . . Genovian . . . King.” Spider’s jaw dropped. “Holy fuck.”
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