Yo Regina had no experience with being a parent (or a good parent, at least), she had no one to tell her how to raise a baby, completely relied on her own abuse to know what not to do with her son, and still ended up being a kick ass single mom who had a very demanding job on top of that.
She never had help, never had a partner to take some of the weight off of her shoulders, totally educated herself on how to raise a child, and she was completely okay with that. She raised Henry with all the love she had in her heart, was actually a good mom, and didn’t even know what she was doing.
Regina Mills is an amazing woman and I’m ready to fight anyone who disagrees.
I get asked a lot how I do it: raise a kid on my own and not be bitter about the life that’d been handed to me. Here’s the answer: I wake up every morning. That’s it. There are no hidden secrets, no words of wisdom or encouragement. I wake up. Breathe new air. And fall even deeper in love with a kid I created.
The deep soft fog of sleep broke without warning, pulling her out of her deep cubby of slumber, like they knew exactly where she’d been hiding, knew exactly what it took to coax her out…
Something warm and soft tickled her neck.
Felicity giggled, so quietly and gently it came out sounding more like a squeaky hum. He paused, and then she felt the ground beneath her moving as he slid down lower on the bed, dragging his lips down her chest and between the valley of her breasts. His stubble scratched at her sensitive skin, and she bit her lip, her fingers carding through his hair.
Oliver pushed her legs apart and situated himself between them. A soft smile tugged at her lips, her eyes still closed as he laid on top of her, his chest pressing right against her very naked everything down there, and rested his chin on her stomach.
“Good morning,” he said, the movement of his jaw and throat pressing his stubble into her skin, tickling her. Felicity giggled, wiggling underneath him and Oliver responded by digging his grinning face into her playfully.
“Hey, no… stop… stop… so mean,” Felicity laughed, her voice coming out in a husky croak, pushing his face away from her. “Morning tickles are mean!”
“I’m sorry,” Oliver whispered, but the dopey grin she heard in his voice said the exact opposite.
Oliver rested his chin on her stomach again. Felicity ran her nails over his scalp, reveling in his delicious weight as he slowly grew more languid on top of her. He pressed a kiss to her naked stomach.
“Waking you up keeps getting harder and harder,” he said, amusement coloring his tone.
“Mmm, you can only blame yourself,” Felicity replied, stretching, clenching handfuls of his hair so she didn’t lose contact. She took a deep breathing, still not opening her eyes, and settled further into the mattress, more than ready to go back to sleep. “You keep me up all night, what do you expect?”
Oliver pressed a kiss to her stomach, and then another, and another.
Felicity bit her lip again, arching into his touch, her body growing warm underneath him… well, growing warmer. She was barely awake, but her body knew exactly what it wanted.
She was very aware of what she wanted, what she needed.
Like, overly aware.
It hadn’t taken long for her to recognize the deeply intrinsic something that had always drawn them together was growing stronger; it had always been there, dancing up to the surface so many times only to be pushed back down in denial, or anger, or pain… but now, now they were both in - all the way in - and that bond had only grown deeper…
It had been one month since they’d left Starling, since they’d driven for hours - days, even - on end, with no destination and no plan save for each other.
Oliver’s tongue dipped into her belly button, yanking her out of her thoughts, and she grabbed a handful of his hair again, pushing herself up against his bare chest. She felt the tiniest bit of friction and it was enough for the rush of wetness that pooled between her legs.
“Why are you all the way down there?”
Felicity tugged on his hair. “Too far.”
Oliver smiled against her stomach, dragging his tongue over the supple slopes, and he pressed his chest against her sex. She gave him a low, uneven, “Aaahh,” and he did it again.
Felicity felt her juices smearing across his chest - if this had been twenty-six days ago, that would have mortified her, but now it only made her want more, want him more. She spread her legs, yanking on his hair, urging him up.
Oliver hummed his approval, following her direction, and crawled up her body.
Felicity grabbed his face and their lips crashed together. Oliver settled over her, rocking his hips against hers, and Felicity keened, pressing her naked chest into his. The heady scent of her arousal on his skin filled the space between them.
But why wasn’t he naked?
“Oliver…” She gasped as he moved down her neck. She lifted her feet, trying to hook her toes into his boxer briefs “Why are wearing these?”
“You wanted to go…” he started, his tongue finding that spot on her neck and Felicity’s mind blanked. “On that tour.”
“What? What… oh, Oliver…”
“The tour. Of those caves,” he continued, and then he sucked on that spot.
Felicity cried out, arching into him, hiking her legs up higher.
Oliver’s hand slid down her leg, over her thigh and calf, his touch loving and firm, pulling her closer. His large fingers wrapped around her foot and he pushed it around him, wrapping her leg around his hip, and he pressed his very evident hardness right against her…
“No, no tour.” Felicity shook her head rapidly. “I don’t care about the tour.”
Oliver chuckled and she grabbed him, pulling his face back to hers. She cut his chuckle off with a searing kiss, one that he immediately responded to, and his hand tightened on her foot, pushing it tighter around him, his hips thrusting against her heat.
“No tour,” he rasped against her lips, nodding, and then he reached down and shoved his boxers out of the way.
Angela and Fareeha were ushered out when they finished eating, promises of conversation to come once things had been cleaned. Sombra flitted between refilling glasses with what appeared to be a seemingly endless supply of wine and helping Widow with the tasks in the kitchen to speed the process. Angela leaned heavily against Fareeha’s side on the loveseat, lost in her own thoughts while the other woman stared into the fire.
Sombra and Widow joined them after a few minutes, each lounging in a separate single-person chair. Sombra kicked her feet over the arm of hers, lounging on it sideways in the same way as before, and Widow leaned back into hers with her legs crossed in front of her.
“Inevitably, I am dragging you into a darkness that I’m desperately attempting to escape.” Widow surprised them by being the first to break the silence. She furrowed her brows as she took another sip of the deep red wine, smoothing her dress out over her thigh with her free hand. “Talon deserves nothing less than the fangs of mutiny currently threatening to drag it under, but working with the beast may be equally awful.”
Angela’s eyes followed Widow’s hand, the hints of a buzz forcing her into a gray space of paranoia and lack of inhibition. It was a truly terrible combination. It made her both afraid for her life and less likely to care if she was caught watching each of the most minute movements with thinly veiled interest. Both fortunately and unfortunately, all four of them had been drinking throughout the mostly silent dinner. They were all a bit more affected than serious conversation warranted.
“So the two of you are double agents.” Fareeha leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees after setting her glass on a side table. Her eyes looked golden in the light of the fire as she glanced between the two Talon operatives.
1.Every single ‘Blanket Kick’ performance (specially Chile ;)
2.ISAC(shooting hearts,flying kisses,hugging,chest bumps,carrying Tae like a plush,piggyback ride).
3.MAMA performance (say woah woah).
4.calling each other ‘Oppa’ at fansign.
5.Incheon Airport hug while forehead touching.
6.Taehyung posting pic of Jin’s bare shoulders’ on Jin Day.
7.Taehyung fanboying about Jin at every chance he gets (also fanboying about Jin’s shoulders).
8.Jin’s accidental confession (bangtan bombs)
9.Jin being a coala to Taehyung.
10.Taehyung being possessive about Jin
11. Taehyung pushing Jin away from Jungkook when Jin was pretending to give his heart to Kookie.
12. 2016 christmas Vlive where Taehyung was the only one to calm Jin & squishing Jin’s cheeks to make him look at Tae.
13.Taehyung giving a rose to Jin & kneeling on the floor while doing so(Japan Fansign 2016).
14.Jin calling Taehyung ‘my VV’.
15.Jin said that the member he is the closest to is Taehyung .
16. Both of them love Anime & always watch Anime together.
17.They went to a Big Bang concert with Park Bogum(without other bangtan members)
18. Taehyung said that the non-human Jin resembles the most to is a Prince.Jin said Taehyung resembles a young nobleman.
19.The most memorable event at their former dorm for Jin is when Taehyung wanted to shower with him & they did.
20.Jin back hugged Tae for 1:20 minutes(Bon voyage)
21.Taehyung said that he watched Jin’s Vlive five times because it was very fun & Jin looked really handsome even while making funny faces.
22. Their bromance is soo Adorable! They so touchy.
23. Taehyung said he thinks Jin is the most attractive when he sweats.
(So Instead of calling them alien son-mom ,please appreciate their dynamic bromance)
One day at a time is sooo good i can’t. everything about is incredible i thought i was gonna watch a fun binge worthy show (which i did) but it’s also so much more. the beautiful representation of mental illness, cuban culture and heritage, POC struggles, feminism, immigration, a veteran single mother who is kicking ass at most things and especially parenting, one of the most beautiful and true coming out storylines i’ve ever seen and the character is the same age as i am which just made it so much more wonderful and relatable. also it’s sooo funny i kept laughing out loud and almost woke my parents up (it was a night binge) and the humor is so witty and clever and not at all offensive in any way. this is the kind of show i needed i want more of this
Strip it down, strip it down
Back to you and me like it used to be
When it was an old back road with an old school beat
Cowboy boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
Everything I need in them white cotton sheets
Dirty dance me slow in the summertime heat
Feel my belt turn loose from these old blue jeans
We both know that we lost it somehow
Let’s get it found
Strip it down, down, down