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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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I Love You - Austin Butler
summary: after a big event behind you, you're finally able to relax into the arms of your husband
Your hand found his bare chest, right above his heart, tracing faint hairs of gold. Chill air blew past the curtains, but it was dark outside, you didn't have to worry about anyone seeing you, except for the moon hung up bright in the sky.
Austin's arms were wrapped around your body, skin pressed on skin, breaths touching each other in the most intimate of ways. Neither of you spoke for a while as you let the day linger on your skin, the tranquility a stark contrast to what the day had been.
Big wedding, bigger cake, with laughter so loud no one cared about the music. It was a good day— seeing two people you cared about happy and in love would make any day a good day.
The day was theirs, but the evening was yours. And you both made sure you'd remember that the following day as well. Lips bruised the skin above his chest, trailing cheekily to his jaw, right there where you knew he liked. Austin's lips were a plump pink— beautifully seductive that made you blush at the thought of his sweet torture.
You let out a soft sigh, feeling content and relaxed in the warmth and safety of his arms. God, you were happy. Did he know that he made you the happiest? Did he know that you blushed at the vague mention of his name?
"You know I love you?" you asked, shuffling against him, your jaw settling on his pectorals. Austin smiled softly, squeezing your hip.
"Yeah, baby. I think you made that very clear tonight." His tone was laced with playfulness, but he didn't quite understand that you loved loved him.
"I love your hair— It's blonde and it's pretty. And I know it's weird, but I love your body hair as well. It's golden—" Austin let out a laugh, his head squishing against the pillow impossibly further. But you didn't stop.
"I love that little scar on your eyebrow—"
He interrupted you, amused. "The one I got from filming Elvis?"
You nodded, no longer blushing at your love being finally given a proper voice. "Yeah, because that was the moment where I was like, yup, I'm gonna marry that man." You smiled a little at the memory of yourself sitting on a plush chair at the cinema. "That leather jumpsuit did a number on me."
Austin hummed, eyes softening as he looked at you. "I'm glad my discomfort served a purpose."
"I love it when you get mad as well, because it's always a fine line of you looking like this adorable lion cub and sexy, hot husband," you grinned to yourself, then halted, giving his chest a light slap. "But I don't love it when you're mad at me— You've never been mad at me though, right, Aus?"
"No, baby. I could never be mad at you. You're my wife."
You squirmed, muffling your squeal against his skin. "And when you call me your wife. Lord, do I love that." Your rant went on for another two or three minutes, your lips twitched into smiles and your hands moved animatedly— you couldn't even pay attention to the man you loved himself.
"God, baby, you don't even know what you do to me." His lips pressed to your temple, lingering warmth with eyes fluttered shut. "I'm not good enough with words... But you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
You blinked gently. "Really?"
Austin breathed out, his hand reaching to your hair, brushing it behind your ear. "Baby, you have no idea. The day you looked at me was the best day of my life. I remember sweating and thinking, there is no way this girl is single. And there is no way she'd have me, she's too good to be true."
You chuckled. "No, you didn't think that." But he nodded, dead serious.
"Oh big time. Then at some point I wanted to ask you out, but chickened out and went to the bathroom instead." Austin shook his head. "Then Callum told me that you liked me too, and the rest is history.”
You hummed. "So we owe our marriage to Callum?"
"Eh, let's not give him full credit for that. He gave me a boost of courage."
"Bless him," you mumbled and placed a kiss on his chest. "Either way, my monolgue comes to an end and I hoped you loved every word of it."
Austin let out a chuckle, bringing his hand to your cheeks, squeezing them together to place a wet kiss on your lips. "Now, since my monologue sucked—"
"—I loved it."
"Let me show you with actions." In a quick motion you were flipped on your back, contagious laughter falling from your lips, but his delicious torture had just started.
And you loved every bit of it.
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they’re flogging Gale yayyy
Bucky being practically incoherent in moments of extreme vulnerability to anyone but Gale is my truth Gale being a little shit coming as a surprise to everyone except Bucky is also my truth
JOE BURROW for the Joe Burrow Foundation (2026)
I saw BTS last Saturday and I have the worst post concert depression
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during my abroad program after we left auschwitz, we were taken to a small jewish museum down the road that's run in conjunction with the restored synagogue in the town auschwitz is in, oświęcim. during the war when the jews that attended there were sent to extermination, it was turned into a munitions depot. it was eventually restored and the museum is doing really great work to memorialize the jewish community of the area. important work when poland, and more specifically the people on the board at the auschwitz camps museum wise both have a great deal to atone for in how they've mishandled major aspects of holocaust education and accountability.
from 1962 until he died in 2000, Szymon Kluger was the last openly jewish person to live in oświęcim, having moved back to the area he was raised in before the war after living in sweden for a while. eventually he started considering leaving to join his family back in brooklyn, but began to have severe mental health struggles thought to be related to his experiences in the camps, and those struggles kept him from leaving his home except to light shabbat candles at the synagogue. when he died, there were no jews left in the area to ensure proper jewish death rites. a rabbi traveled from krakow to oversee what he could, and a minyan was achieved only with the help of a bus of american students that happened to be in the area. his house is also a part of the museum, and although the synagogue wasn't formally restored until after his passing, he considered himself to be its long-term guardian. i like to think he still is.
My housewares superstore corporate slop art plan was bust. But I found a first edition hardcover of Donna Tartt’s The Little Friend for $3 at the second hand furniture place where there was also a stunning late 50s G Plan hutch that was the wrong scale for my house. (British mid-century rather than Danish or U.S. mid-century. The scale was quaint.) When my mom and I got home my dad took us out for burgers but I had to drive lolz. Milo and I are going to have some white wine and look for a movie to watch.