Alizair actually barked out a laugh, taking a drink. “Not a cat person myself, honestly.” The wolf mused. “But being in New Orleans again has been nice. Seen some change in the last few years.”
Fuck Wolverine. First, he rides my coattails with the R rating. Then the hairy motherfucker ups the ante by dying. What a dick. Well, guess what, Wolvie? I’m dying in this one, too.
For years, there were just two states — Utah and Idaho — that did not have laws in place to protect nursing mothers who need to breastfeed in public. But with new legislation, both states are now on board.
The bill passed in Utah with some resistance — the legislation at first stated that “A woman may breastfeed in any place of public accommodation … irrespective of whether the woman’s breast is uncovered during or incidental to the breast-feeding,” in line with the rest of the country.
But, according to the Salt Lake Tribune, Republican Representative Curt Webb thought the wording would lead to immodesty.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever said this on here guys, but
I AM SO FUCKING GAME FOR USING THE SAME PLOT WITH MULTIPLE PARTNERS.
someone messaged me this morning after I sent them a message late last night about a plot on their wishlist, saying that we couldn’t play it out because “somebody messaged me about it first”. I find that VERY rude, just because there are SO MANY WAYS you can go about a plot!! It doesn’t matter if you have the same plot with two people or twenty people BECAUSE there are so many angles you can play it at!!
So I just thought I’d throw this out there, that if you see a plot on my wishlist FUCKIN MESSAGE ME. I literally do not care if I’m playing out the same plot with one person or ten people. Throw the fuckin plot at me guys. I want that plot from different angles. I do not care how many people I’m doing it with. THROW IT AT ME.
“Really? Is it something that I’m allowed to know?” Clary was curious about the Silent Brothers. It also seemed like no one really knew much about them except for themselves. They were like a secret society within the Shadow world. “Thank you.” She smiled up at him, pleased that he was willing to try at being honest. She nodded in understanding. “If they get too bad, I’ll be there for you. Even if it’s for something as simple as holding your hand.” She chucked at the image of that in her head. “Both of you would have refused. It sounds like the three of you had a good time together either way.” They were a family unit that she could easily admire. “I’m okay,” Clary insisted. “Simon got me to Magnus in time. I healed. I’m all better now. You don’t have to worry about that. It wasn’t you.”
“Alec would probably tell you otherwise, but okay.” She stood and leaned into this touch, this time she moved her own hand up his arm and rested her hand against his. “I love you too. You have no idea how glad we found our way back to each other again.” Then she leaned in and kissed him so softly that had she not known they were supposed to be going to bed, she would have tried to deepen it. She did step back though and curled her fingers around his as she guided him toward her bedroom. “We have a lot of cuddle time to make up for,” she told him with a small grin. And maybe more than that if Jace would ever be up for it, but she knew that he wanted to take things slow so she wouldn’t pressure him into much more. Once they were in her bedroom, Clary let go of her hand and shut the door behind them. “I’m sorry my little art area is a little messy. With all of the missions we’ve been going on, I haven’t had much time to clean up.”
Jace gave her a small smile. “It was Jem. Turns out he and my ancestor Will were parabatai.” he explained. “But it’s important that not a lot of people know. He’s been Brother Zacariah for a long time now, so I promised him that his secret was safe.” he explained. “I know you will be. It means a lot, and I promise I tell you if it happens.” His lips curled up and he leaned to kiss her forehead. “We did. Alec and Izzy were my first real friends…probably my only real friends, honestly.” HE shrugged before his eyes flickered gold for a second, hating the thought that he’d been forced into almost killing her. “Doesn’t change the fact that it was my body that hurt you.” That’s where he was having trouble; removing the blame from himself. It was a slow process, and deep down he knew he hadn’t been in control, bu it bothered him regardless.
He rolled his eyes at the comment, shaking his head. “He doesn’t finish all of his all the time, either. Even if he wants to.” he assured. Her words made him smile and he kissed back gently, holding her hand as he listened to her. “We do. Cuddles and maybe more in time.” HE wasn’t sure how far he could go with his torture still so close to his mind. Walking in behind her, he shook his head. “It doesn’t have to be spotless. You’re an artist, Clary. Sometimes it’s messy, and that’s part of who you are.” He explained as he moved to close the door and undress. “As long as I an hold you, the room is fine. I promise.”
Izzy had maybe freaked out a little inside when newly ascended shadowhunter Simon had asked her out after so long. She’d definitely been crushing on him, but she had been able to tell he adored Clary, so she’d kept it to herself. Now, though, with Simon’s attention on her? Isabelle felt a little self conscious for the first time in many years. She went through her closet twice before settling on an ensemble of a black skirt and a red top, accompanied by leggings and her favorite boots. She left her hair down in waves, dark eyes curious as she waited outside for Simon to meet her, fingers idly playing with her hair.
Steve sighed softly and rested a hand on Peter’s leg. “Peter, please. There’s no need for you to be getting upset at Stiles. He has a point. The pack, not including the extended, non-shapeshifters, only lost Theo. Stiles has a point. It’s strange that Thanos’ power didn’t extend throughout the pack even more.” He glanced back at Stiles and Derek.
“Thank you for letting me know about Clint. Next time you talk to him, ask him and the kids to come out here. I want them closer. Whenever Tony and Bruce figure out what we can do to fix things, I want to make sure Clint’s here and ready to go and that the kids are taken care of while we’re gone.”
Peter calmed visibly as Steve touched him, leaning to press his face into his mate’s neck. “I’m sorry.” He murmured softly. “Emotions are just high.” He relaxed into Steve, the most vulnerable he’d been since Steve had come home alone.
Stiles looked at Derek, then back at where Steve and Peter were. “I will. He calls at least once a day to check up on you.” He replied. “I don’t think he’ll have any problems coming here. Derek and I can set up the spare rooms.” He watched the two for a moment. “Is there anything else we can do?”
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