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April kneels in front her daughter, carefully zips her white coat all the way up, before grabbing a blue beanie just big enough to fit all of Hannah’s untamed curly locks in.

“Cold outside?” The two year old asks, taking a peek at the street from the glassed hotel front doors.

“Yes, baby, it’s cold outside. It’s snowing!” April replies, with a smile. “So we need to be extra cozy today.”

“We go play?”

“Not now, sweetie.” She goes on, shaking her head much to the toddler’s disappointment. “We’ve got to go meet daddy, remember?”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, with daddy. He’s waiting for us.” They’re back in Bozeman, Montana, where Jackson was requested to perform a surgery on a little boy who got a tumor the size of Texas on his throat. This time, unlike the last, she knows he isn’t planning on meeting again with his estranged father, Robert Avery, who, by the way, still owns that little bar lost somewhere in the woods. But April felt like she needed to be here this time too, with Jackson. So, they decided to make it a family trip and Hannah came along.

“See Daddy…” Hannah quickly moves her big bright eyes back to her mother as her whole face lights up. “And have chocolate?”

“Yes, and have hot chocolate.” April says, remembering how she told her daughter they’d have pancakes and warm drinks at the nearest diner when Jackson left work.  “Ready to go?”

Hannah nods and April takes the little girl’s hand, grabs her purse, sitting on the floor next to her, and stands up. As they leave the hotel behind, making their way through the light, soft snow on their path, April feels the thin air around them. It’s cold and, taking a quick down, she notices how the tip of Hannah’s little nose is starting to turn red. It makes her look adorable, like a baby deer.

As they cross the street, with Hannah’s small hand tightly wrapped around hers, April can’t help but to smile. Being here with her family, after last time, it sure brings back memories. And she couldn’t be happier now, since it feels like they finally found wonderland.

Jim Morrison at the Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles, California, July 5, 1968

  • Winston, on the phone: Hanzo Shimada. I wondered if you would like to join Overwatch, the crime-fighting -
  • Hanzo: Oh no, I have no time for such things in my busy schedule.
  • Winston: Perhaps another one of our agents can persuade you?
  • Winston: *hands the phone to McCree*
  • McCree: *clears throat* 🎵Baby close them doors and turn the lights down low🎵
  • Hanzo:
  • Hanzo:
  • Hanzo: oh look, there's break in my schedule FOREVER
A Punny Story

I had this girlfriend once where things were getting pretty serious. We wanted to move in together, so we went looking for an apartment. The second one our real estate agent took us to was perfect, we both loved it, so we made the decision to move in. Our neighbour was a really nice guy named Joseph. His wife had left him a few years prior, leaving him alone to take care of his eight-year old son. I always felt kinda bad for the guy. He had this weird accent that was really hard to place.

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KDrama List Update

This is a list of korean dramas I have finished watching. I’m posting this list so I can keep track of which dramas I start/finish in 2016. 

♦ Boys Over Flowers
♦ Flowerboy Next Door
♦ You’re Beautiful (2015)
♦ Playful Kiss
♦ Baby-faced Beauty
♦ To the Beautiful You
♦ Personal Taste
♦ Coffee Prince (2015)
♦ Prosecutor Princess
♦ Witch’s Romance
♦ Cunning Single Lady (2015)
♦ Master’s Sun (2015)
♦ Heirs (2015)
♦ Birth of a Beauty (2015)
♦ Emergency Couple (2015)
♦ I Hear Your Voice (2015)
♦ Pinocchio (2015)
♦ Healer (2015)
♦ Kill Me, Heal Me (2015)
♦ I Order You (2015)
♦ Hello Monster/I Remember You (2015)
♦ Flower Boy Ramen Shop (2015)
♦ High Society (2015)
♦ Fated to Love You (2015)
♦ The Greatest Love (2015)
♦ It’s Okay That’s Love (2015)
♦ Sensory Couple (2015)
♦ Cheer Up!/Sassy Go Go (2015)
♦ She Was Pretty (2015)
♦ Noble, My Love (2015)
♦ Oh My Venus (2016)
♦ The Village: Achiara’s Secret (2016)

The year refers to the year which I finished the drama in. Some dramas don’t have dates as I don’t remember when I watched them. >.<
Either I have a bad memory or 2015 was a good drama year.

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Mass grave of babies and children found at Tuam care home in Ireland | World news | The Guardian

I’m not fucking around - reblog this. As we march the streets, demanding bodily autonomy and access to reproductive rights, for our lives to be valued as more than a vessel for carrying children, we are met by arguments proclaiming the preciousness of life, how we’re murderers, how we are trying to play God.

Our bodies are policed by the Catholic Church, in which these arguments are echoed and used as a weapon against us in legislation. We are condemned for getting abortions, even in the most dire of circumstances. It is against Catholic values, and downright immoral, in the eyes of the church.

As news broke today of 796 human child remains, ranging from 35 weeks to 3 years old, dumped into the ground and in septic tanks by the Bons Secours order in the Tuam Mother and Baby home, it seems like a slap in the face. The same people that impede our human rights by waving the morality flag in our faces and willing us to ‘love them both’, have long exercised a horrendous practice of taking woman from their families, god forbid they fall pregnant in the wrong circumstances, abusing them behind closed doors, and taking their babies off them for good. What they did with those babies, as we’ve seen today, seems a hell of a lot more immoral than a person seeking safe abortion of their own accord, and for their own reasons.

DO NOT sleep on this. We can’t afford to ignore yet another scandal the Catholic Church have tried and failed to cover up. They protest in favour of life, unless that life falls outside of their standards.

In a country, where the national broadcaster has the gall to air the angelus before the 6 o'clock news while a story like this is breaking, and then not make the SEVEN HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX HUMAN CHILD REMAINS the lead story, yet condemns ME for looking for reproductive rights and not cherishing every life? I can’t sit by and watch the world not realise what is going on in Ireland.

Please, for goodness sake, reblog this. Be aware of this. We can’t let this go on any longer. Read this story, be aware of what the magdalene laundries and the mother and baby homes did to these people under the guise of the Catholic Church.

Stand in solidarity with the people of Ireland on March 8th. This story broke at a pivotal point in the fight for reproductive rights, and we have to look at the people who want to shut it down and see the Church for the immoral scumbags they truly are.

Vodka

This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?

Vodka
She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.