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[alex-guerin]

mrskaderbeck replied to your post: I have finally returned from a wonderf...

But I need to know what happens to Wolf Clint!!!

*points you in roguebowtie’s direction* Rogue updates that one. I just help to write it. Rogue does everything else with it, not me. I do not control over the postings of that. Sorry.

[my-name-is-not-agent]

OOC

So, as some of you know, coulson-phillip-j is at my house this week being awesome.

SO, I do this thing where  hold hands with folks when walking from the car to a store. It's habit, mostly because I have kids, but also cos it helps with the whole not wanted people hitting on me thing. . . .

So, I grab her hand, cos why not. and we're walking from the car into Sally's cos I needed to pick up a new razor for hair shaping, and I hear shouted across the parking lot. . .

"You go girls! You show yo' love! I ain't hatin'!!"

So of course I leaned over and kissed her shoulder and we didn't let go.

Best mistaken identifier ever. I love my city.

[starkingyou]

Listening to my Son explaining Stark to my Husband

Son: And Tony Stark has an arc reactor. It's a special machine he has because his heart doesn't work

Husband: His heart doesn't work... Does that mean he's a vampire? If he's a vampire... that really makes his friendship with Faith weird. And complicated. And your mama's writing this down right now, isn't she?

Me: Yep.

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I just read TFIOS

It's been a long time since I read a book in a day. And for that I'm sorry. I miss reading.

But I took the time and effort to get through this one. Because I've seen it inspire. Because I love John and Hank and the Nerdfighters.

While I was reading, Roguebowtie asked me what it was about. I answered:

um there's a girl called Hazel and she has cancer but that's not what the book's about she meets a boy called Augustus Waters who has a prosthetic leg and calls her Hazel Grace but it's not about that either I I don't really know what it's about I'll tell you when I'm done :)

So I read on and was vividly reminded of Ms Quinn, my high school English teacher. She inspired me as an educator and a friend. She passed away two weeks ago.

I cried, as I thought I would, and when I reached the end of the final chapter (and every page after it because I desperately wanted there to be more), Roguebowtie asked me if I had figured out what it was about. It took me a minute to answer.

That death doesn't bring the answers to life. That morality is cruel and merciful all at once and it's okay to be angry about that. That there is always a reason to live. Even for the dying and the dead. They leave reasons behind. That not even love is forever, but it's good while it lasts.

[25daysofklaine]

Green Choices by Roguebowtie (Day 25 - Daddy!Klaine - Christmas Morning!)

“Papa! Daddy! Daddy! Papa! Papa! Daddy! Daddy! Papa!”

Kurt opened one eye to look at the children bouncing on the foot of the bed.  “What’s the rules?”

“No jumping on the bed!” the chorused with an extra high leap to land between their fathers.

“Blaine? What time is it?”  Kurt looked over at his husband, who was already sitting up in the bed, tickling their children - and wasn’t entirely sure he was even heard over the sound of their squealing laughter.

He smiled, huddling under the blanket as he watched them tussle on the other side of the bed, the two four-year-olds squealing in their laughter before taking the break their Daddy gave them to tackle him back into the pillows, Jean holding down his hands, and Patrick with his huge grin tickling any bit of Blaine he could get.  He winced in sympathy as Blaine let out a pained “Oof!” when forty-six pounds of energy plopped onto his stomach.

“Daddy isn’t a trampoline, Patrick,” Kurt said, pushing himself to sit up and pulling his sons into the bed.  “Let’s have  a lazy day.”

“Noooooo, Papa, it’s CHRISTMAS,” Jean said, brown eyes growing impossibly round.

“Is it?  I thought it got cancelled this year,” Kurt said thoughtfully.

“Don’t be mean, Papa,” Blaine said with a grin, rubbing his stomach and leaning in to steal a kiss.

“Papa’s tired, Daddy,” Kurt said with a yawn.

“It’s your fault for waiting up to see Santa so you could clean up after him,” Blaine pointed out, teasing.

“You saw Santa?!” Patrick grabbed at Kurt’s t-shirt.  “Did you tell him I was a lot a lot good this year, making lots of green choices?  Did you tell him I made green choices, Papa?  Did you?!”

“And me too, Papa, I made green choices in our white-school too. Did you tell Santa?”

Kurt scratched at his hair, trying to put it back in order and tapped his lips thoughtfully.  “I don’t know...” he dragged the word out.  “I seem to remember two little boys getting into Daddy’s markers and drawing all over their door.”

“It was art, Papa.”

“Where do we draw?”

“On paper?”

“What is the door made of?”

Patrick and Jean stared at each other a long moment before looking at their Papa.  Kurt waited patiently for their reply. “Molmost-paper.”

Blaine threw his head back, laughing.  “They have a point.”

“Says the arts and crafts teacher.”

“Says the arts and crafts teacher,” Blaine said with a firm nod.

Kurt looked among them all, three pairs of brown eyes dancing, and three large smiles anything but innocent.

“Oh fine, I told Santa you all made green choices,” he said, laughing and shaking his head.

“Yay!” Blaine cheered, grabbing up the boys - one under each arm- and heading for the door.  “Race you to the Christmas Tree, Papa!”

“C’mon Papa!  You can do it, Daddy’s carrying us!”

“We’ll save you your stocking, Papa!”

“Oh no, you don’t!” Kurt cried, grinning, as he grabbed Jean out from under Blaine’s arm and swinging him onto his shoulders as Blaine did the same with Patrick.  

“Readysetgo!” Blaine said, running before Kurt was fully settled.

“Papa, Daddy’s cheating again!”

“I guess he’s going to have his waffles without whipped cream, then!”

“But it’s Christmas!” Blaine shouted over his shoulder as he darted around the corner while Kurt skidded on his sock feet before entering the Living Room.

The little boys shrieked in joy and wriggled to be put down, running directly for the stockings once they had been, as their fathers moved to sit on the couch to watch the chaos.

“That one has a P!  P is for Patrick!”

“And J is for Jean!  That one’s mine!”

Kurt smiled as he curled up next to Blaine, pulling him in close and resting his cheek against his curls as he watched them unwrap the gifts in their stockings, comparing them and starting to play together, even before the presents under their tree got touched.

That was all right.  Christmas lasted all day, after all.

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roguebowtie replied to your post: 39 - Stream

*squeals* h my gosh, that was ADORABLE

Thank you. And #40 is next. Feel free to freak out.

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roguebowtie replied to your post: 37 - Mileage

Cavities. Oh my goodness, you went there, with the age, and THE CONVERSATION I love you so much for that. lkajsfa THIS WAS SO SWEEEEET!!!!!!

Thanks sweetie :3

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roguebowtie replied to your post: 36 - Basis

Right in the GUT. <3

Jeez, if that got you then don't read my Clint headcanon I sent you O_O

Run. And. Hide.