most “protect the children” campaigns come with the implication that what’s best for children is 1950s white christian nuclear families and rigid adherence to the status quo, and having been a children I can definitively say that is very very incorrect
🥶 Does your f/o like cold weather? What about you?
⛄ If you and your f/o decide to build a snowman together, what would it look like? Also, out of the two of you, who pays more attention to the small details and who works more sloppy?
🎵 Is there a Christmas song that reminds you of your f/o / your relationship?
📺 Do you and your f/o have a favorite Christmas movie you like to watch together?
🎅 What are yours and your f/o´s plans for Christmas? Will you celebrate with your families, or will it be just the two of you?
🎁 What was the best Christmas gift your f/o has ever given you?
🎄 Who decorates the Christmas tree? Or will you do it together?
🍪 Did you ever bake cookies together? How did it go?
🥃 Who´s more likely to get drunk on eggnog on Christmas eve?
🎆 Do you and your f/o have any plans for New Years Eve yet?
😇 Is your f/o the kind of person who makes new years resolutions? And if they are, do they follow through it, or will they forget everything about it in a couple of days?
…because time’s run out.
Whatever was next, the Tricell era was at an end.
Somewhere deep in Albert Wesker’s fevered mind, past the rising mania brought on by Uroborus, somewhere he knew that this could be the last private moment that he and Jill had to share.
The thought drummed in his mind that it was Arklay all over again– drowned out by the mental tsunami that promised a new and better world.
Even in his madness, he found the presence of mind to hold her one more time. To pull her close and kiss her and stroke her hair between his fingers.
He said nothing, but they both knew.
It was time to face Chris.
“he’s a murderer” to YOU. well to me too but i forgive him<3
It’s okay, captain, you can just put me on the hook. I’ll only struggle as much as you want me to…