The struggle between me wanting to be successful and me wanting to lay in bed 24/7
nasa: for the last time, we are not sending you to space just so you can, and i quote, “chase that sweet, sweet alien ass”
My fellow Americans, it has been the honor of my life to serve you. I won’t stop; in fact, I will be right there with you, as a citizen, for all my days that remain. For now, whether you’re young or young at heart, I do have one final ask of you as your President - the same thing I asked when you took a chance on me eight years ago.
I am asking you to believe. Not in my ability to bring about change - but in yours. I am asking you to hold fast to that faith written into our founding documents; that idea whispered by slaves and abolitionists; that spirit sung by immigrants and homesteaders and those who marched for justice; that creed reaffirmed by those who planted flags from foreign battlefields to the surface of the moon; a creed at the core of every American whose story is not yet written:
Yes We Can. Yes We Did. Yes We Can.
THANK YOU, PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA FOR EIGHT AMAZING YEARS [2008-2016]
Baby It’s Cold Outside
Philkas Week Prompt 1: Domestic
Summary: Snowstorm Cuddles
CROSSPOSTED TO AO3
Philip was sick.
Philip hated being sick.
There were about a dozen empty tissue boxes by the sofa and his nose was almost as red as Rudolph’s. At least that’s what Gabe told him earlier, earning his foster father a playful slap on the arm from Helen and an icy glare from Philip. Or at least what he thought was a glare, but he couldn’t tell because his eyes were tearing up.
