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Chicken Nuggets

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Juliette let out a louder whine in protest to the way he stared at her. She shifted again like any of this was going to get more comfortable, shaking her head in protest of what he was proposing.

“No! You cannot leave me alone with them!” 

Now she was sobbing over chicken nuggets. It was a trend through this whole pregnancy, her crying over food at three in the morning. Such was life, though.

Her free hand ran along the swell that was her belly, her carefully manicured nails digging into her dress a little.

“They will not let me have them if you bring them in! What if it is the one mean nurse? No! I just want chicken nuggets. And fries. And a frosty. Babies take time, fast food is fast---”

She drew in a sharp breath.

“Chicken nuggets, Jesse. I am the mother of your children.”

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“I see you fancy yourself some off brand Ted Bundy but dude, you just look like a eight year old kid with a knife.”

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ORPHAN BLACK: HELENA SINGING SUGAR SUGAR [S02E06]

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Hayden rolled her eyes as she looked out towards the street from a fire escape she was sitting on. She was running low on money, and she wasn’t exactly the type to go and do an honest days work for money. Her partner-in-crime, or her ex-partner-in-crime, had already up and left with her car, promising that he’d bring it back. She knew better than to trust that she would see it again. She was stuck, at least until she could convince someone to let her “borrow” their car.

She sighed, climbing down from the fire escape. She knew what she had to do, it was a schtick that she had done a million times before. She stepped onto the footpath, looking down at her feet until some bumped into her slight frame. She let herself fall onto the pavement, wincing as she hit the ground. “Oh, oh gosh, ah, sorry, I’m such a mess today.” Hayden looked up at the man who had bumped into her, mustering her best “distraught woman” act. She paired her wide eyes with deliberate sniffles. People tended to let their guard down if someone looked like their life was in shambles and that’s what she wanted.

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To my best friend...

April 13th, 2012, I lost my best friend. 

Broken hearted, I lay with her therapy doll in my arms, cried until I felt nothing, and vowed I would never have another best friend again. Nobody could ever mean as much to me as she did.

April 17th, 2013, a little over a year after she passed, I made this blog. Kailee was made as a way for me to allow my best friend to keep living, and also make me feel strong enough to face my metaphorical demons as Kailee faced actual ones.

October 2nd, 2014, I met @theintrovertedwarrior. She was so cool. I was intimidated. I made fun of her, and she offered me tea.

It was the beginning of me learning that I can, indeed, love someone like I loved Sarah, and so much more.

Koala and I had so much in common. Two Ellies, from opposite ends of the USA, who had their own Dyer babies.

We ended up in a friendship so beautiful and strong it withstands both of us losing our collective minds. We are so gay even my girlfriend roots for it, and I’m ready to murder anyone who looks at my sunshine the wrong way.

We accidentally met in Niagara Falls because our families just so happened to be there on the same day?!?!??! It was the BEST. 

She came to New York to get a bridesmaid dress to be my maid of honor. I cried when she went home. People thought she was a model because she is so pretty.

She came for my wedding, and generally KEPT ME SANE, even when we were in a car accident and I sobbed hysterically. We danced at my wedding, and the photographer caught us kissing. Whoops!

Even thousands of miles away, she continues to be one of the best parts of my life. She is the reason I made @tinymute and writes with me there as @sexybrute.

Honestly...today is probably the most special day of them all, though.

April 5th. My best friend and the love of my damn life was born. 

Happy birthday, my shining gem of a human being. I love you more than I love sleeping, and you know how much I love sleeping. I’d give up my chicken strips for you. 

Thank you for teaching me how to love again, for being my best friend, and never giving up on me. I’m sure Sarah sent you to me, because the circumstances are far too strong. 

Until I can physically hug you again...

[tinymute]

@sexybrute is being a grump.

Juliette lay flat on her back on the bed, her hair mussed and an easy smile on her face. Her petticoat was tossed to the floor, and she was somewhere between entirely put together and entirely pulled apart. The mesh topping to her dress showed her milky white skin underneath, with nothing but a bra to hide what the world considered obscene.

Her skirt was barely poofed out, the fabric laying against her bare legs as she rolled to her side. She smiled sleepily at the sight of mussed brown hair and a tired, somewhat cranky noise that greeted her.

Juliette leaned, pressing a gentle kiss to Jesse’s cheek. Her hand lightly touched his arm. Her voice, saved only for the one who had pulled her in like a spider’s web and kept her there, was quiet as ever, and for once, somewhat unsure.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...”

A reminder of his birthday as a teenager, a video their mother kept as a memorial of Juliette’s old voice...the song had much more meaning to her now. Juliette’s touch on Jesse’s arm was gentle as ever as she tried to coax him into the living world.

“You make me happy when skies are gray...” 

A quirk of a smile touched her lips, and she eventually resorted to effectively shoving herself between Jesse and the mattress.

“Good morning, starshine, the world says hello.”

[tinymute]

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cell phone headcanons

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send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone “Macushla.”

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

    - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phoneIf this doesn’t explain her idolization of him, nothing does.

- my muse’s last text to your muse(to: Macushla) The funeral is over. Aunt Sadie is going to care for Papa. Do you want to go and get sundaes?

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Juliette had not expected to live. She had been discarded like trash on the side of a road she did not recognize, her throat burning and her lungs struggling with the fresh air that cooled her face and whipped at the tears that streamed down her cheeks. Her dark hair had been tangled and matted, freckles dotted with blood and her pale skin covered in angry marks from her abuse.

The debt had been paid.

When would the bloodshed end?

Her rescue by a man who she did not recognize, one who left as soon as he came, would never be matched with enough thank yous. The young girl, once innocent and talkative, now lay breathing with the assistance of machines.

Days passed. Nights crept by. Visitors came in and out. The nurses spoke to her in soft tones and moved her carefully. Juliette hardly noticed.

A familiar scent found her.

Bright blue eyes slowly opened, drowsiness still showing in her delicate features. She smiled weakly beneath the mask. She wanted to greet her brother properly, but no speech would come. Her throat still ran raw. Juliette reached, fumbling to find the button on her bed that would move to help her sit up as she lacked the strength to do so herself.

Her hand reached, palm up, seeking his.