You Don't "hate Kids," You Hate Being Forced Into A Caretaking Role.

I want a guy to pay me top dollar to fuck him lol

Baby Suprises

Imagine telling Bret that your Pregnant…

Y/n POV

Omg, omg, omg, I am so damn nervous and right now it’s almost time for Bret to come back. I’ve been keeping it a secret about a week that we finally pregnant. After a year of trying we’re finally pregnant. After getting the box ready with the pregnancy test and holding the blindfold I sat in the kitchen. I heard the car pulled up the driveway and I headed towards the front door and waited. I tried to keep my composure and not showing my nervousness.

I see him walking with bags in his hands and open the door.

“Hey baby what are you doing in the living room without the tv on.”

“W-well I have a surprise so sit the bags on the chair and put on the blindfold on me please.”

“Ook hopefully it’s not scary and good.”

“Boy shut up and do it please I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Yes ma’ma.”

He grabbed the blindfold and put it over his eyes. I grabbed his hands and walked him to the kitchen table and till he said some dumb shit.

“Babe I’m nervous and scare because you like to play a lot.”

“Bret come on it’s not funny and this is serious ok for me and you both.”

“Alright ok I’m stop joking.”

I sat down and let go of his hands and told him that he can look now. Taking off the blindfold and look into the box and noticed a huge smile on his face.

“Omg gosh your pregnant baby.”

Picking me up and spinning me around and kisses me softly.

“Yes I kept this secret for a week and I went to the doctor the another day without you knowing and after a year of trying were finally Bret. Finally we starting the family we always wanted babe.”

He holds my face and wipes my tears gently off my face and put his hand on my belly.

“I’m so happy and this is the best gift and surprise ever! Were finally pregnant and I can’t to start this journey with you.

I couldn’t help but laugh and cry as we hold each other one and sway side to side knowing that our family started to grow bigger and now we able to tell the rest of the family about the new addition to the family. This couldn’t get any better than that.

it really just strikes me how many americans are just.. selfish. how many simply dont care about anyone but themselves. sure trump will cause so so much harm to so so many people, but im not one of them, and he says he'll fix the one thing that does affect me, so of course ill vote for him. sure trump is really bad, but harris isnt perfect, so of course i just wont vote at all. trump and harris are the same, so of course ill vote third party

now more than ever, it is imperative that you spend time with people you love and doing things that you love. be prepared but please please please don't dwell on things that have yet to happen. you have to have hope for a better future in order to build one. it's gonna be okay. we're gonna make it. i love you.

hey guys 🌙💫

I have not been super active on here at all. like.. AT ALL. which I am sorry about. adulthood is demanding and laborious lol.

but I'm back !!! yay!!!

and I'm open for requests.

in my old post, I mentioned that I write for creepypasta, which I still do! but, I also write for other fandoms which include ;

gossip girl, castlevania, gravity falls, jujitsu kaisen, haikyuu, poppy playtime (the doctor, leith pierre.) cookie run kingdom, honkai impact/star rail, genshin inpact, alien stage, zenless zone zero, voltron, arcane, wuthering waves, black butler, the kid at the back, and probably a lot more I'm forgetting !

let me know what you guys want ! <3

ׂׂૢ ~ lilyana

americans. listen to me. you did this before, you can do it again. i don't doubt for a single second that'll be tough going and you're going to see the most damning diabolical shit from that orange man from day zero but don't let him win. fight for whatever you believe in and push back as much as possible. as samwise gamgee would say 'there is some good in this world, mr frodo, and it's worth fighting for"

Respect My Wife

Request: No

In the bustling corridors of the White House, where the echoes of history mingled with the pressing issues of the present, Vice President Kamala Harris stood with a fierce determination in her eyes. It was a day like any other, filled with meetings and briefings, but her mind was elsewhere—focused on Y/N, her beloved wife, who had recently found herself the target of unwarranted criticism from none other than Donald Trump.

Y/N had always been a beacon of strength, a voice of reason, and a source of unwavering support for Kamala. But in the wake of Trump's latest tirade, which had twisted Y/N's words and intentions, Kamala felt a protective instinct surge within her. She was not just the Vice President; she was a partner, and she would not stand idly by while the man who once occupied the highest office in the land hurled baseless accusations.

As the news broke, Kamala's phone buzzed with alerts, the headlines flashing across the screen. Trump’s comments dripped with condescension, belittling Y/N's contributions and character. It was a low blow, a tactic designed to undermine not just Y/N but the values they both stood for. With every word she read, Kamala's resolve hardened.

Gathering her staff, Kamala conveyed her thoughts with clarity and passion. "We cannot let this stand. Y/N deserves respect and support, not the petty attacks of a man who has proven time and again that he thrives on division and disrespect." Her voice resonated in the room, igniting a fire in the hearts of those around her.

Later that day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the White House, Kamala found Y/N in their private quarters. Y/N looked up, a mixture of weariness and determination painted across their face. Kamala approached, her expression softening as she took Y/N's hands in hers. "I saw what he said," Y/N admitted, their voice steady but tinged with hurt. "It’s just noise, Kamala. I can handle it."

But Kamala shook her head, her brow furrowing with concern. "It's not just noise when it comes from someone like him. You’ve worked too hard, and you deserve better. I won't let him diminish what you’ve accomplished or who you are." There was a fierce light in her eyes, a protective fire that spoke volumes about her love and commitment.

In that moment, Y/N felt a swell of gratitude. Kamala’s strength had always been a source of inspiration, but this was different. It was a reminder that they were in this together, facing the storms of public scrutiny side by side.

“Let him throw his shade,” Kamala continued, her voice steady. “He’s just mad that he doesn’t have what we have. Love, integrity, and a vision for a better future.”

Y/N smiled, a warmth spreading through them as Kamala leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead. “We’ll rise above this. Together.”

As the night deepened, Kamala knew that the political landscape could be tumultuous, but with Y/N by her side, she felt invincible. They would confront whatever challenges lay ahead, hand in hand, heart to heart, undeterred by the words of those who sought to tear them apart. Together, they would shine brighter than any shadow cast by the past.

This may seem silly but this is what I needed to hear in 2016, so I’m going to say it now. It’s okay to feel hopeless or angry or scared or betrayed or even just mildly nauseous. However you feel is the right reaction for you. You’re just not allowed to kill yourself. You are too good, too valuable, too important for this to be the thing that takes you. Yes the world is a mess, but taking one good person out of it isn’t going to make it any better.

So take care of yourself. Wrap yourself in that blanket. Get that hug. Eat that mug cake. Find your life preserver whatever it may be and keep going. You are stronger than you realize.

Deciding to do something when you’re feeling defeated is hard. If all you can take care of is you today, focus on doing that. Tomorrow or a week from now you can look at what your community needs to do to weather the storm in the long term. Yes communities are hurting now, but having to grieve one more person isn’t going to make anyone’s life any better. Please keep going. Please don’t let this election take you too.