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When I get stressed at work, I take a moment for self care.

There’s a reason why I always keep a butt plug in my purse. When the world feels a bit chaotic, when the deadlines are somewhat impossible, and when the people are exhausting… slipping a plug into my butt centers me again.

So next time you see me lean back in my chair during a meeting, you’ll know I’m simply pushing the plug deeper into my ass.

The familiar feeling of fullness keeps me calm and stops me from telling you how insanely stupid your idea is.

We should all be thankful for my butt plug.

I think you like us best when we’re apart. 

I think you like us best when we’re apart. 


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saywhat-politics:

Once again, American children and at least two adults have been murdered en masse by a deranged individual with access to firearms. This comes ten years after the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary School, in which around twenty children were murdered, along with several adults. 

Those of us who live abroad look at America with absolute disbelief, unable to understand how such outrages can keep happening again and again. Ten years after Sandy Hook, and we’re now having to read yet more biographies of children whose lives were stolen. And I bet it won’t be long before we read that the murderer had shown signs of violence before, but such signs were ignored until it was too late. 

Clearly, American politicians and the gun lobby must bear responsibility for sacrificing children to murderers for financial gain. Their claims about defending America’s Constitution are nonsensical, since the Second Amendment has been a qualifiedright for some time. 

Individuals with a criminal record are supposed to be barred from accessing weapons, background checks are supposed to be performed, as are mental health checks. Stop and search is used in areas with high assault and homicide rates, thereby depriving people of firearms that could be used to murder others. 

Yet the one fundamental right these apologists will not defend is the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.Respect for human life is utterly nonexistent, which is why we keep reading about such atrocities time after time after time. Get ready for the apologists to blame the children for not having bulletproof backpacks, not carrying out gun drills, or blame the teachers for not carrying semi-automatics. 

Each and every murder is a national and an international disgrace. It demonstrates that America not only has a gun problem, but a crime problem, which the police have evidently failed to overcome. The constant spate of murders in inner-city neighbours continues, ending the lives of many children. Nothing is done to deter the criminals.  

Enough is enough. I hope that good people in America who are fed up with this wholesale slaughter of the next generation will demand immediate accountability for this and many other outrages. 

The fourth series reads as follows:

Apple BalancingPotentialThe NewbiesThe DessertDinosaurs and CannibalismSassy SprinklepantsThe Secret Vault of MudlernessTaco NightNeckhole WrestlingThe OnesieMultiplicationCatching OnThanksgivingThe FuneralMidnight LibationsStockings were HungMama WalterJesus, Mary, and Joseph (Skimmer-style)OfficialMemory LaneTartan TableclothsAuntie V Birthday SurprisesRoutines …Worry

To catch up: First seriesSecond series …  Third series

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The phone jolted them awake, Mulder automatically slapping at the nightstand, trying to stop the infernal noise from interrupting his warm cocoon of naked Scully suctioned to his chest, hand glued to her breast, feet tangled, knees bent, parts hard. The cold rush of air between them when they separated woke Scully to a half-stupor, “Mulder?”

“Yeah, hang on.” Finally finding the phone, he woke up quickly once he caught sight of the time.

3:45am.

“Fuck.”

Scully was already struggling to stand by the time he hung up, his statement to her brief but clear, “Sam’s gone.”

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Against all better judgement, both of them, plus a still sleeping Will, arrived at Dave’s in record time, Mulder having blown through three red lights and went the wrong way on a one-way to cut another three minutes off the drive time. Ignoring Scully’s slow exit from the car, he grabbed Will’s carrier and met a stunned Dave on the front porch. Motioning him inside, Mulder handed him Will, then helped Scully up the steps.

Dave stood there, holding the carrier, having no idea how to function anymore, “He’s gone. He was there and then …”

Mulder hushed him gently, “wait until we’re inside. Go inside and sit down.”

Finally following orders, he moved, Scully behind, Mulder bringing up the rear, locking the door behind him, although, really, what was the point.

Joanna was staring into space, tears steadily running down her cheeks and off her chin. Scully, sitting down next to her with an involuntary groan, immediately leaned over, hugging her, “we’ll figure this out.”

No reaction but she hadn’t expected one, and keeping her hand rubbing Joanna’s back, Scully looked at Dave, trying to keep agent mode ahead of aunt mode and barely succeeding, “where are Hannah and Betsy?”

“They went home last night with Maggie and Skimmer. There’s no school tomorrow, today, but Sam wanted to come home to … to get going on our all-night video game marathon.” Scully had never seen her cousin so terrified before, face white, lips pale, eyes darting, fists clenching, knees bouncing, “we finished up around midnight and he went to bed and I went to bed, then I heard this incredibly loud noise and I was up before I knew I was up. There was light from around Sam’s bedroom door and I ran down there and opened it …”

His voice failed here, having cracked then sputtered out but Mulder and Scully already knew what was coming. Scully was halfway to a panicked flashback, her heartrate rising exponentially while Mulder wanted to fucking break the world in half to find Spender and Krychek, killing everyone in his path. Instead, he crouched beside Scully, choosing for a moment his wife over his nephew, “are you okay?”

She shook her head but answered quietly, deep breathing already kicking in, “no, but I’m fine.”

Mulder had already called Doggett and, as G.G. would say, bless his heart, he hadn’t asked questions, just jumped in the car, arriving on the stoop with his hand already up and ready to pound on the front door, calling through it as he did so, “it’s me. Let me in.”

Scully, on her exhale, “make sure.”

Mulder held a finger up to Dave, who hadn’t made a move yet to open the door, “quiet for a second.” Pulling his gun from holster, Mulder approached the door from the side, “what was your son’s favorite book?”

Doggett, on the front porch, wearing jeans, t-shirt, and flipflops, heavy boots in one hand, gun in the other, honestly wondered if they were all crazy, him included, “Everybody Poops.” Once inside, he took in the four of them, including Scully, “what the hell happened and why are you out of bed?”

“I wish I didn’t have a reason to be, believe me.”

Dave told the story in more detail, his voice shaking, terror keeping his eyes dry and his jaw clenched, “I heard the sound and saw the light, and when I opened his door, he was floating there, right in front of me, arms dangling, and the look on his …” he cracked again, the sobs hitching his chest, “the look on his face … he wanted me to help and I couldn’t. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t get to … I couldn’t save him.”

Mulder, his hand on Dave’s arm holding the man up so he didn’t hit the ground, asked when Dave didn’t continue, “then everything went black?”

Giving his cousin-in-law a sharp look, his head snapping up, “how did you know?”

“I watched it happen to my sister when I was 12.” He couldn’t allow the sudden, swift sinking feeling take over, instead, “we need to get Skinner here.”

Scully already had her phone out and holding it up to him, “here.”

Mulder shook his head, “you need to call everyone else and make sure they’re all accounted for.” Looking to Doggett, “I need you to start combing that room, the perimeter, the yard. I need your eyes on it before everyone else tramples through it.” Looking from the flipflops to the boots the man was now tying on, “what’s with the shoes?”

“You said get here. I wasn’t about to stop to put on my shoes.”

Mutual nod of understanding and thanks passing swiftly between them, Doggett headed back out, Mulder called Skinner, Scully tracked down the rest of the family, having to explain things several times to her sleep-laden then awake-terrified relatives, ending each conversation with, “we love you.”

The Gunmen got the next call and soon, MITBY was awake and grinding away, looking for any signs of the gangly, red-headed boy with freckles and that oddly unique gate that made Sam, Sam.

Scully, for her part, held Joanna’s hand and tried to keep her heartrate in the semi-safe ‘I’m supposed to be on bedrest’ range.

The house was soon crawling with police and agents, both on and off duty, Skinner having made one phone call to raise the posse.

It was just after 6am.

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The problem with all of this was both Mulder and Scully firmly believed that they were all just spinning their wheels with fingerprinting, neighbor questioning, photographing. Catching her at the first quiet moment he could find, he sat down beside Scully, “how are you doing?”

“How do you think I’m doing?”

“Okay, sorry … how are the twins doing?”

She could feel her ankles swelling to epic proportions, her feet not having hung down below her waist for more than a half-hour in the last seven weeks, “I need to lay down soon. I don’t want to risk anything.”

“Do you want to stay here, go back to our house, or go to Maggie’s?”

Not answering yet, she looked around, “have you seen Joanna?”

“She went in the bedroom and shut the door maybe 20 minutes ago.”

“Then I think I’ll go there.” Stopping Mulder as he moved to stand and help her up, “hang on.” Once he retrained his gaze on her, “how are you doing?”

“I fucking want to find Spender and Krychek and hang them by their balls from a light pole and beat them senseless with a bat before I extract their brains through their nostrils. How do you think I’m doing?”

She deserved a little blowback, same as she’d given him a minute earlier. Hand now on his knee, “are you doing all right in terms of Samantha?”

About four seconds away from tearing apart the universe, he shrugged, “I haven’t stopped long enough to think about it.” Kissing her cheek, he stood, hand out to her, “come on.”

They found Joanna curled on the bed, staring into space. Sitting beside her, Scully ran a hand over Joanna’s shoulder, circling her back, “can I get you anything?” When she didn’t respond, “would you like to go to Maggie’s and see Hannah and Betsy?” Harrison had been hastily assigned, because Doggett had woken her up after his wake up, to Maggie’s so Hannah and Betsy wouldn’t have to witness the chaos but could still have someone to keep an eye on them and Maggie.

At her other’s children’s names, here face crumbled for a moment, then, in a quiet voice, “yes.”

Mulder drove, finding Harrison diligently questioning them when they came to the door, opening it only after Mulder answered her asked question with, ‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.’ Locking deadbolt behind them, all watching Joanna make a beeline for the girls, who were sitting quietly on the couch, not watching the cartoon on the television, before Harrison asked, “any news?”

Guiding her to the kitchen, where Maggie was making breakfast, Mulder answered honestly once they were out of earshot of Joanna, “no,” with a despondent look in Scully’s direction, “and I don’t think there will be, for awhile at least.”

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