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margowritesthings · 10 months
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The Greatest Gift III: She Sleeps
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SERIES MASTERPOST
pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader word count: 1017 words warnings: teeth-rotting fluff, tbh this made me cry a/n: just a cute lil drabble for my favourite family in the world
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The newly appointed Uncle Dutch stays for a little while, admiring his new goddaughter until he and Arthur notice you struggling to stay awake. You’ve drifted off completely by the time Dutch hands Jade back to her father and congratulates the pair of you once more, returning to his tent to gush over the new addition to the gang.
Sleep overtakes you completely and utterly, your body so exhausted from the last nine months you could probably sleep through a riot. That much is proven about an hour later, when Jade stirs in her cot and begins to cry, the very first time in a long, long period of sleepless nights for the three of you. Her little screams pierce the formerly tranquil air, the trauma of waking up in the real world seemingly alone not really agreeing with her.
You’re normally not such a heavy sleeper, where the snap of a nearby twig or Uncle’s less than melodic singing, no matter how far away, is enough to wake you. But exhaustion doesn’t begin to cover how your body aches right now, how it longs for rest and clings onto it with a mighty grip when you finally get it. You don’t even stir.
Arthur, on the other hand, is woken instantly, paternal instincts already setting in ferociously. He looks down to you, smiling to himself when he sees you’re sound asleep, just about managing to untangle his limbs from yours without waking you and pressing a kiss to the top of your hair. When he gets off your shared cot, he makes sure to wrap the blanket back around you. 
“Hey, little lady…” he whispers, almost apprehensively as he walks towards his daughter, hands raised in the air as if he’s approaching a spooked horse. Force of habit. “It’s all right, baby girl… Daddy’s here.”
To Arthur, Jade is made of glass, and he lifts her into his arms as such. His precious, fragile little masterpiece, who makes him feel bigger and more brutish than he ever has before. He sits in the chair at the foot of your cot, Jade settling in his strong arms like she was made for them. She was, Arthur thinks, he just never realised until this moment. That’s all it takes for Jade to stop crying: her daddy, who would lasso the moon for her if it meant she could see the stars a little brighter. 
Even in the dark of your tent, Arthur can see her eyes glistening up at him, and can still make out her tiny features. She’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, save for you, of course. 
He thinks of Isaac for a moment, and how he held him like this precious few times, vowing that his memory will live on in the way that he will protect Jade from the evils of the world no matter what stands in his way. He will do for Jade what he failed to do for his son, in his honour. 
Breaking the silence settling around your little family, you moan softly in your sleep, turning onto your side. It draws Arthur’s attention to you again- not that it would ever be too far away- and he smiles to himself, entranced by how peaceful you look, how beautiful you are.
Jade reaches up to Arthur’s chin, pressing tiny fingers against his stubble and capturing his attention once more. The quietest of chuckles escapes his chest, a smile so pure stretching his lips. 
“Ain’t she beautiful, baby girl? I’m so damn proud of her…” Arthur physically winces when he realises he just cursed to a 4 hour old baby, but will later realise he should be the last of his own troubles, what with her having a dozen outlaws for aunts and uncles. “Sorry…” he hums, glancing between his wife and daughter to direct the apology to both of you.
“But I am. Proud of her, that is… We’re the luckiest two people in the whole world, little lady, cause we got her…” 
Apparently finding her father’s chin to be a little scratchy (with Arthur making a mental note to shave first thing in the morning), Jade reaches out into the open air, and Arthur can’t help but reach right back. He adjusts his hold on her, freeing one hand to let her grip her tiny digits around his singular finger. He feels like a giant, but he’ll be damned if his heart isn’t pounding right out of his chest at how happy he is right now. 
“You’ve got the best momma in the whole world, you know that? And I… Well, I’m gonna do everything I can to be a good papa, baby… Everything I can.” 
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified. Arthur has owned a fair few front row tickets to displays of how not to be a father, from his own Pa to how easy it has been for Marston to mess up again and again over the years. And hell, he’s never seen anyone raise a little girl before. But as he promises, with his entire heart and soul, he is going to do his absolute best to be everything he can be to Jade. 
“Hey, and I hope you know how loved you are, little one. Your momma and I… God, I can’t even tell ya’, baby… You were a surprise, I’ll tell ya’, but we love you so much…” She’s squeezing around his finger as hard as she can, leaving the tiniest crescent moons from the smallest fingernails Arthur has ever seen. 
“You both did so well today… you were both so brave, huh? My brave girls…” He whispers, his words riding a content sigh. Jade’s eyes begin to flutter shut, her eyelids too heavy for her little self to fight. “You get some sleep, darlin’... I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”
The moon is falling fast, and it’ll soon be sunrise, but Arthur just can’t bring himself to sleep and miss one second of this night, watching his girls and silently promising them the world. 
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frenchiefitzhere · 2 months
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I'VE BEEN DOUBLE-WEREWORMED!!!
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@sincerelywhistler has officially werewormed me
pink = frenchie wereworm grey = marie greer wereworm
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napunk-history · 2 months
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Scratch Acid
The Greatest Gift (1991)
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rastronomicals · 13 days
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10:48 PM EDT April 13, 2024:
Scratch Acid - "Cannibal" From the album The Greatest Gift (January 20, 2006)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
Originally on the debut EP, released 1984.
File under: Songs About Eating People
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guerrilla-operator · 7 months
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Scratch Acid // Moron's Moron
Yer one cranky bastard and I hate yer guts A moron's moron Fuckin' babies in their butts
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Chapter: 1/1 | Word Count: 2981 | Complete: 2981 | Rating: Teen and Up | Warnings/Tags: fluff, worried Carlos, secrets, clowns, past drug addiction
This is fic is part of the @tarlosweeklyprompts March Word of the Day Prompts and covers the following days/words:
March 4: Secret | March 5: Love | March 6: Clowns | March 7: Party | March 8: Gift | March 9: Stress
TK’s nose was buried in his phone so intently, he didn’t even hear Carlos when he called, “Dinner’s ready,” from the nearby dining room for the second time. Carlos rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. When TK still didn’t flinch, Carlos lightly tapped his shoulder and said, “TK.”
TK jumped, hands fumbling as he furiously tried to lock the screen on his phone. “Gahhh! Why are you sneaking up on me like that?!” When he finally got his hands under control, he locked the screen and set the phone face down on the couch.
Carlos frowned and eyed his husband suspiciously, wondering what TK could possibly be hiding from him. TK certainly wasn’t obligated to tell Carlos everything, but he usually did, right down to the color underwear Mateo was wearing the last time TK caught him and Nancy fooling around in the bunk room. Still, secrets made him anxious, and the thought of TK keeping something from him made Carlos a little sick to his stomach.
He wasn’t the jealous type, and he had no reason to think his husband was cheating on him. Maybe I’m naïve, he thought, but I’m fairly certain it’s impossible to fake the look of devotion I see in TK’s eyes every day. Besides, why would TK need to go outside of their marriage? They had the healthiest sex life of anyone Carlos knew, except maybe Nancy and Mateo, who apparently didn’t let work get in the way of a little sexy time.
It was probably something completely innocuous, but a little voice in the back of Carlos’s head kept whispering that there must be something wrong. What if TK was sick and was hiding the news from Carlos? There could be something wrong with one of their friends or family members, but TK was sworn to secrecy. Or, worst of all, what if TK was using again?
Carlos wasn’t sure if the feeling of lead in his stomach was more from the thought of TK doing that or the guilt he felt at even thinking about it. He pushed the thought aside as best he could and moved TK’s legs so he could sit down on the couch with him. “Is everything ok?” he asked.
“Yeah, of course baby,” TK said. Carlos thought he could sense a touch of nervousness in TK’s voice. “You just scared me, that's all.”
“I tried telling you dinner was ready twice, and you were so absorbed in your phone you didn’t even hear me.”
“Sorry, babe. I was just catching up on Instagram. I must have gotten into the zone. Dinner smells delicious. We should probably go eat it before it gets cold.”
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bookofjudith · 2 years
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aestheticjunkyard · 5 months
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lunillum · 9 months
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Finally!!
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oldfarmhouse · 1 year
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Time, the greatest gift you can give this Christmas.
As we roll into the festive season, gift giving becomes a major part of our lives. It is so easy to get caught up in how much we’re spending, how much we are giving our loved ones, when, in reality the greatest gift we can give anyone is our time. A special moment together, making memories together.
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eggpuffs · 2 years
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Hello Jun! 👋 I just wanted to pop by and say that I've been following your blog for as long as I can remember being on tumblr, which has been...quite a long time 😅 Anyway, you're a very comforting presence on my dash and I like to know that you're still around, hopefully doing okay!!
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hello!! 💖 omgosh that's so sweet though 🥹 thank you so much for following for so long 😭!!! hope you've had many happy times on this site lJKASF💖💖💖💖
you are too kind though, this message really means a lot to me 😭😭😭 i love being here just sharing posts from the dash that i enjoy lJASDF so i'm super grateful if that means anything to anyone else!! thank you so much again and hope you have a lovely day!!! 💖💖💖
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margowritesthings · 9 months
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pssst what do you wanna see next from The Greatest Gift
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this is for you. cause you always make my day with the #bring back the crabs
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Bestie you are the single greatest being to ever exist and you need to know that 🥺💖
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euesworld · 2 years
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"Reach deep within me and touch the furthest reaches of my soul, love me and caress those parts of me that I don't necessarily like that much.. tell me that things will be ok, and that we have a long life together. Even if it wasn't long, that'd still be ok.. just having the chance to meet you has been the greatest gift."
Touch me where it matters.. touch my soul - eUë
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Me in the middle of the night with a Cheese craving. 🧀
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On November 30, 1947 It's a Wonderful Life debuted in Portugal.
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Here's some new Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed art!
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