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cissyenthusiast010155 · 25 days

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Memory Case ~Rita Calhoun xFem Smart!Wife!Reader

Summary— Some at-home fluff, Rita is working on her case that’s he’s taken home, while talking with her wife. Thoughts and conversations about memory ensue.

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It was the evening, and you and Rita had found a comfortable routine of doing your late night work at the dining table together, that way you two felt like you were still spending some time together as your jobs ate away your free time.

As you were nose deep into some paperwork, the sound of your name on the other woman’s tongue pulled your gaze up towards her.

“Mmmmm…?” You hum.

Rita paused for a moment, paper and pen in hand, tilting her head at something she was looking at. Your brows raised in curiosity.

“What’s up, babe?” You verbally asked.

“What’s the earliest memory you have…?” The brunette asked out of the blue, obviously having a train of thought behind her words, but having not yet revealed her thinking to you.

You thought about it for a moment, leaning back in your chair.

“Ummmmm… probably my childhood home… when I was around 2 to 3 years old… I remember the street I used to live on, and all the leaves falling because it was fall.” You replied.

Rita finally meets your gaze with a curious look on her face, her contemplation running deep.

“Huh. Interesting…” she commented, before scribbling something down on her notepad.

You put your things aside for a moment, your attention now grabbed.

“Why…?”

“I’ve been thinking about memory a lot recently…” she hummed, going back to her files.

You nodded along in intrigue.

“For a case?”

Rita took a prompt breath and nodded.

“What about it…?” You asked.

The woman then stopped what she was doing to collect her thoughts and meet your gaze once more.

“It’s correlation with how we process… how we remember certain things… how trauma can block certain memories…” She paused for a moment, “I’m thinking of using it as a defense…”

You nodded along, listening to the woman, as she went back to working.

“What do you know about memory?”

Rita snorted a little. Her snorts always made you melt.

“Not much. You?”

“A good deal.”

At your words, Rita put her things down and looked at you once more.

“Really?”

“Baby, I’m a therapist. Memory is like my domain.” You chuckled with a shrug.

Her hands then came forward above the table, nonchalantly prompting you to fill her in.

“Do tell.” She said, cocking her brow in wait.

You chuckled lightly and nodded, pursing your lips and thinking of where to begin, already picking up your hands in preparation to lecture the brunette on your expertise.

“Ok so firstly, Memory can be defined as the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information. Now there are generally four different kinds of recognized memory— those are sensory memory, short-term memory, working memory, and long-term memory.” You explain, waving your hands about in the way you always did when you were teaching.

Rita tilted her head and listened with intent, nodding along to show her understanding. Her eyes softened at the sight of your hand gestures. She found them to be the cutest rhing.

“Alright, I follow.”

“Good. So according to Baddeley and Hitch, the following is how memory works. First comes the input, this is filtered through our sensory memory, which is where the processing starts. Then with attention, the information moves to the short-term memory, this is where information can be stored for a brief period of time. Another word for this hold is the Central Executive, this is the function of working memory that delegates what information should be retained and processed and what should be forgotten. From there, the information stays in the working memory, able to go to the Visuospatial Sketchpad or the Phonological Loop, the former is for visual and spatial processing, the latter for auditory processing. Still following?”

At this point, Rita had started taking notes, and she eagerly looked up and nodded, prompting you to continue.

“Good good. So from there from the working memory, the information can go to the episodic buffer and then to long-term memory. That’s the basics, it can get more complicated easily, but that’s what I would teach anyone interested in starting to understand memory.” You explain.

Rita lets out an intriguing hum, and you can see the cogs turning in her brain behind those dazzling eyes.

“So what if someone can’t remember what they did…?” The brunette asked.

“Well sometimes it’s because you forget the exact neural pathway, the recollection to the memory. Memory goes through the episodic buffer, something that helps you recall things in episodes or in correlation. When you trigger memories near the one you’ve forgotten, you can recall the one you don’t remember.”

“Hmmmmm I see.” Rita mused aloud, “And trauma?”

You pursed your lips and nodded with a sigh.

“That’s more complicated… Trauma has a way of building blocks or obstacles let’s say for you to access the traumatic memories. It’s best to uncover those with a professional.” You explain.

“And how do you know if it’s just forgotten or if it’s trauma…? I want to make a case for trauma but I don’t want it to bite me in the ass if he suddenly remembers it all.” Rita explained.

You nod again.

“I see. Well then I would say get him clinically evaluated. They should be able to tell you if it’s suppressed, repressed, or just forgotten.”

Rita smiled lightly at your words and nodded in agreement. She didn’t respond immediately, seemingly in thought.

“You okay, babe?” You asked, sitting up a little.

Rita nodded, standing up and making her way over to you. She came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your frame.

“I love you. You know that?” She purred.

You blushed and squirmed in your seat a little. Even to this day, your wife using the L word made you all giddy.

“I love you too, Rita” you hummed.

The woman then swiveled your head to the side and gently connected your lips together. You pressed into the light, caring kiss with a hum of contentment.

“How’d I get so lucky with a genius like you?” She chuckled into your lips.

You shrugged accompanied by a little giggle, as Rita drew you out of your seat and into her close embrace. She literally kissed your breath away. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect partner.

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wittygutsy · 4 months

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That smile 😊

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Washington Whiteout

Elizabeth Keane x reader (kinda) Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, that's about it Covers the "blizzard" square of holiday bingo & the "snowed in" square of @resanoona bingo! Will have a follow up/part two sometime before the end of the month!

You always worked late, you were already used to it and honestly didn’t mind it at all. At some of your previous jobs it meant you could come in a couple of hours later and there were few things you adored as much as a good sleep in. As the days got shorter and the hours of sunlight got smaller and smaller you often found yourself losing track of time, the darkness wasn’t a sign to head home, it was barely six o’clock some days, which meant you were still completely in the clear. On top of all this, working in the White House meant there was always work to be done, and people were usually still puttering around the halls late into the night. You could hear footsteps moving through the hallway outside your office, the sound of a shoe scuffing on the marble floor as it stalled outside your office.

“Oh jeeze, you’re still here?” Rob Emmons’ voice rung out through the night and you glanced up from your computer.

“Yeah.” You shrugged, starting to stretch out your body as you realized how stiff you were, “someone’s gotta work on all her holiday speeches.”

“Sure hope your car has winter tires on it.”

“Why on earth would I need winter tires? It barely snows here.”

“When was the last time you looked out the window?” He raised a brow, nodding toward it and you twisted in your chair, letting out a little gasp at the sight. Thick, heavy white flakes flurried through the air, your entire window sill was crystalized, a layer of snow sitting on it and at least a foot and a half on the ground.

“Oh fuck….” You groaned, dropping back into your chair, “anyone else snowed in?”

“It’s nearly ten thirty.” He replied with a chuckle, “once it started most people left early.”

“And you?”

“No winter tires, wife didn’t want me driving just in case.”

“God.” You grumbled, “you know, we joke about sleeping in our offices but I never thought I’d actually have to sleep in my office.”

“Y/N, you do remember the building we’re in is connected to one that has sixteen extra bedrooms, remember? You can stay in one of the guest suites.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, c’mon, I’ll get you clearance.”

You let out a weary sigh, shutting your lap top and stepping back into your heels as you collected your things from around your office. Slipping back into your blazer you nodded to Rob and the two of you made your way through the winding halls of the White House. He had been completely correct of course, everyone but essential staff was gone, the halls empty and quiet except for the sounds of your shoes. He got you a clearance badge for the residence so you wouldn’t run into any issues with the security team (although you’d been around a lot before, it was just an extra precaution for an overnight stay, and as he reminded you, this freak storm might last a couple of days). He guided you into one of the guest suites,

“There’s always some generic, more comfortable clothes and pyjamas in the bedroom, and the bathrooms are fully stocked with whatever you might need, but there’s probably nothing in the kitchen, use the one down the hall on the left if you’re hungry. I’m pretty sure a few of the service staff is still here if you want them to make you something.”

“I’m sure I can handle a midnight snack myself.” You laughed, thanking him for everything before he bid you goodnight and you turned back to the suite.

First things first you wanted to get out of your work clothes, stiff and uncomfortable, your heels pinching at your toes in the worst of ways. You headed to the bedroom, searching through the closet, ever thankful to find a selection of clothing and pyjamas, you swapped your suit for a cozy pair of pants and an oversized tee, grabbing a hoodie if you got cold later on. You heels were abandoned for slippers and you let out a sigh of relief as you found make up wipes to clean your face. It was only now, that you weren’t distracted by work that you realized just how hungry you were, scooping up your laptop and phone, making sure you had your all access pass before slipping out of the room.

You easily found your way down to the main kitchen Rob had mentioned, it was stocked to the brim full of any and everything you could possibly need. It was late, you were feeling lazy so you grabbed one of the frozen pizza’s and waited for the oven to preheat before sliding it in. In the meantime you made yourself at home at the kitchen island, opening your laptop once again to continue working on one of Keane’s speeches to kill some time while you popped your earbuds in to focus. You couldn’t help but let out a series of shivers, pulling the sleeves of the hoodie further around your hands, shrinking into it. The residence was almost colder than the West Wing, less inhabitants, the heat not ready for the storm that tonight held. You were thankful for the oven heating the space, giving you a little bit more comfort until you could return to your room under the blankets.

You were focussed on your laptop, squinting at the screen as you wrote and re-wrote a line of the speech, trying to figure out what would work best. The music blocking out most of the white noise from the room as you worked, it also blocked out the sound of soft footsteps, which is why you jumped out of your skin when she spoke.

“You know, just because you’re snowed in doesn’t mean you have to work overnight.”

“Jesus!” You whipped around, ripping out an earbud and immediately felt the need to sit up straighter, “oh, M’am, I… sorry.”

“What for?” She smiled softly, chuckling as she crossed the kitchen and flicked on the kettle.

“I… didn’t mean to intrude, I’m just waiting on food to be ready.” You gestured toward the oven.

“It’s not a worry.” She waved it off, “Rob let me know you were here.” She opened one of the cupboards, pulling down a mug, then turning back to you as she reached for a second one, “can I interest you in a hot toddy?”

“Didn’t realize they stashed whiskey in here.”

“I’ve got a private stash back in my suite.” She grinned, “which, may I say is much warmer than this, it’s freezing in here.”

“Yeah.” You tugged the hoodie tighter around you, silencing the timer on your phone when it went off and you shifted over to the oven, sliding the pizza out onto a cutting board and turning the oven off.

“Is it this cold in the suite they’ve got you in?” Elizabeth asked, letting out a little shiver as she added cinnamon, honey and lemon juice to the mugs.

“Colder.” You sighed, “think the heat of the oven is helping in here.”

“Well that’s fucking bullshit.” She swore and you faltered in your movement as you started to cut up the pizza. You’d heard her swear a few times before but it still always caught you off guard, especially when it was so casual. “How about you bring that back to the main suite?” She gestured towards the food, “I’ve got to go back to get the whiskey anyways.”

“Are you sure M’am?” You asked, glancing up as the kettle went off and she chuckled.

“Yes.” She poured out two mugs of water, slowing stirring it into the mix-ins and leaving space for the alcohol, “and sweetheart you can drop the m’am, it’s just the two of us.”

“Oh… Alright.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat, the chill in your bones was already started to dissipate as your heart rate picked up. You’d always had a fondness for the president, it was part of why you’d taken the job instead of sticking with the congressman you’d been working for prior. You’d grown fonder of her working closer, almost one and one with Rob the only other staff member around some nights as you went over speeches. Catching yourself a little too distracted in awe of her as she rattled off about politics, having to quickly shake out of it and remember you were at work. She always praised you well, saying that the speeches you wrote were by far the best she had and she wouldn’t want to be working alongside anyone else, but you thought it was only on a professional level, not that the sentiment was returned.

She seemed to sense your inner monologue taking over your brain and chuckled, nudging at your elbow and bringing you back to earth.

“C’mon. It’s not like you can just stay here freezing working on speeches I might not even need for weeks.”

“Yeah…” You muttered, sliding the pizza onto a plate and gathering up the things you’d brought with you, following her through a couple of hallways into the main suite of the residence.

Unsurprisingly it was laid out and decorated much like the suite you were staying in, though this one was larger, and more cozy. Elizabeth having added enough of her own nick-knacks and personal items though the space to make it less cookie cutter. There was also a decently sized fire place with a glowing fire going in it, which was definitely helping with the heat situation.

Elizabeth moved easily through the space, placing the mugs down on the coffee table and you noticed she’d been watching A Christmas Carol before taking her little hot toddy break. She crossed back over to the bar cart, but before picking up the whiskey picked up the phone beside it and had a muted conversation before grabbing the booze.

“Well, make yourself comfortable.” She smiled softly and you shook out of it.

“Right.” You let out an awkward laugh, placing your things down on an end table, leaving the pizza on the coffee table as you took a seat on the couch. Elizabeth pulled a blanket off the back of it, dropping it over your lap before she poured out whiskey into the steaming mugs.

“Think that should get you warmed up nicely. And I’ve called to make sure the heating gets turned to full blast over in your suite.”

“Thank you.” You smiled back at her and felt the warmth blooming in your chest at the warmth coming from her eyes. Feeling you cheeks heat you quickly looked away, focussing on the television and your brow furrowed, “is this the Muppet version?”

“Yes.” She laughed, settling onto the couch beside you, pulling a second blanket over her legs.

“Never would’ve pegged you for a Muppet fan.”

“I used to watch it with Andrew ever year.”

“Awe.” You smiled, “okay that’s adorable.”

“He loved that Fozzie Bear more than anything.”

“I was always more of a Gonzo girl.” You replied, picking up a slice of pizza and offering the plate to her. She accepted a piece, smiling fondly as the movie played and you were able to pick up on a much more personal and intimate side of the president.

“Classic Kermit for me.”

Conversation was comfortable, easily flowing between the two of you while the movie played for your main entertainment and distraction. To be completely honest, it wasn’t long before you’d forgotten that you were sitting with the President of the United States in the White House and it was just as if you were sitting with a friend enjoying their company and time. (Albeit, a friend you were harbouring some kind of feelings for, even if you hadn’t really figured them out yet). Elizabeth was quick to refill the hot toddies when they were drained, and not much longer after that the movie finished, the credits rolling across the screen before the nighttime news started. Much to your distaste, the main breaking story was about the freak storm, and by the looks of things, it was just going to keep getting worse over the next three days.

“Looks like you’re going to be stuck here a while.” Elizabeth murmured and you huffed out a sigh.

“It’s gonna take a snow plow for me to get home, so yeah.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, it really is nice to have some company for once.”

“Yeah.” You turned to her with a warm smile on your face, “agreed. I may be stuck but it’s honestly better than going home. My place definitely doesn’t have the proper heating system for this.”

“Well…” Elizabeth reached out, squeezing at your hand gently, “you stay as long as you need.” She picked up the television remote, passing it to you, “why don’t you check the movie channel for something that’s not this boring crap.”

“Sure.”

“Another hot toddy?” She asked, raising a brow as she stood, picking up the mugs.

“Who am I to say no to the president?”

“Good girl.” She praised and you felt your cheeks heat once again, quickly distracting yourself with finding something to watch.

It was only at the faint whistling sound that you glanced up in the direction of the noise, noticing that beside the bar cart was a fully stocked coffee and tea cart. Honey, cinnamon, lemons, cream, sugar, flavoured coffee, hot chocolate and apple cider packets, everything and anything that one could possibly want without having to leave the suite. Your head tilted as you watched Elizabeth pour out the steaming hot water into the mugs, swirling it around with the whiskey before she turned back to you.

“You look perplexed?” She asked with a grin and you shook your head.

“Uh.. no, no not at all.” You accepted the fresh drink from her, settling back against the couch as your attention returned to the television.

All things considered, maybe this storm wasn’t such a bad thing.

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songsintheattic · 1 month

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i know it's not really accurate to say anyone in this show has ever had a good time, but this is the best i could do. blank template here

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asolitaryrose3 · 2 years

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She's so mommy! I love her sm ajdhdhsgqb

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blackhillfilmss · 2 years

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My Elizabeth marvel phase is back again with a vengeance. I feel the need to write edit and dream abt her characters everyday again but I’m not mad about it

#rita calhoun #heather dunbar #elizabeth marvel #elizabeth keane

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baubeautyandthegeek · 1 year

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Christmas Cravings

A/N: Written for @storiesofsvu ‘s Holiday Bingo. Elizabeth and Jackie spend some time alone together.

Jackie had never really expected to be home alone with Elizabeth, her president. Time had been rough, to both of them, but as she sat with Elizabeth, both sipping Hot Chocolate from mugs that bore their names, she found it hard not to smile. “I’ve missed this, just being with my Beth…” “I’ve missed you too Jackie, glad you finally made it home to me.” Jackie smiles, draining her cup and leaning to kiss Elizabeth softly. “Well, you know how it is, always got to be aware of what shoe might drop next… kinda glad I finally gave up and let Heather have my votes, although I’m not sure your cousin will win either. She misses you, a lot.” “She can always come home, she knows that.” Elizabeth murmurs, then smiles when Jackie slides into her lap to curl closer. “Not that I mind having you all to myself for Christmas.”

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mickey-gomez · 2 years

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abwwia · 14 days

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Movies about Women Artists #featurefilms

#moviestowatch feature films In this post you will find a list of movies about Women Artists this post will be updated whenever we will find a NEW film. Please do not hesitate to send us your recommendations. Regards, Poli #PalianSHOW

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#movies #Elizabeth &039;Lee&039; Miller #Farrah Fawcett #film #frida #Frida Kahlo #Lee Miller #Margaret Bourke White #Margaret Keane #Maud Lewis #movies about women artists #movies to watch

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 21 days

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Walls Broken Down ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Reader

Summary— AU where Rita is friends with a young Reader (thinking 20s, whereas Rita’s in her mid to late 40’s). Rita has a past that haunts her, and one day it just all becomes too much. Reader is there for Rita as much as she can be.

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Warnings: angst, implied anxiety attack, past trauma, implied small mental breakdown, fluff, age gap (all legal), comforting, physical comforting, happy ending fluff, etc.

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She knew you hadn’t meant to. All you had done was brush her shoulder as she had walked past Rita to grab some utensils. But now Rita could feel herself trembling in her own kitchen. She could feel her knees wobbling and her lip trembling. Before she knew it, she was collapsing back against the pristine marble top counter, falling to the accented floor with her back to the dark walnut cabinets.

Waves of raw pain crashed over the woman. She could feel the tears already surfacing as the memories punched her in the gut, one after the other relentlessly. Memories of him. A past too terrifying to reconcile. Him invading her senses once more. Him taking advantage of her once more. Him, the man who had ruined her for anyone else. She felt so numb. She felt so violated. She felt so used. Rita’s mind replayed painful memory after painful memory, not able to stop. That one singular touch had sent her mind into a spiral.

As Rita came crashing down to the floor, you had dropped what you were doing and had rapidly approached the shaking brunette. But as you kneeled down to comfort and check in with her, you had extended your hand to the women’s back. Rita instinctively withdrew with sharp skill, a horrifying instinct drilled into her. She sucked in a breath as she avoided your touch, like it was a hot, scalding iron rod, curling up with her arms around her retracted knees.

Rita closed her eyes, and a tear escaped her left eye as she recalled all the haunting memories of her past, the ones that she had thought had surely been buried long ago. Seemingly not. Her limp, curled up form floated back to that day. All those years ago, she had been so young. She had been so innocent, kind of like you. Your touch hadn’t even been that bad, hadn’t even been intentional. But it didn’t matter. A flood of sadness came over the woman next, filling every sense of her being in a depressive state.

Rita couldn’t stop the following downpour of tears that emerged from her form. She curled even tighter into herself, shaking violently on the ground. In the back of her mind, she could vaguely hear you calling out her name in appropriate concern. But the ringing pain in her head was louder. The brunette sat on her kitchen floor; her tears ran down her body and pool on the ground. She managed to peek out of her cocoon, but she couldn’t look at you. Instead, her reeling mind tried to grasp the surroundings around her. From her position, She could see the heights of her living room, where her Bloomingdale curtains had once hung, but now with her remodel, all there remains are the new, empty gold drapery rods waiting for new, luxurious drapes to cover the glass wall. She tried to focus on those, the drapery rods.

Her mind was an abyss. Her life was a failure. Why did she even try? It was useless. She was useless. Part of Rita knew that was not true, but that part was currently tied up, duck-taped, and thrown in a closet, door locked and key lost. The new and improved part of her that she had spent curating was thrown aside. The new coats of platinum white on her walls were stripped to reveal the mundane beige of her college youth. This wasn’t your fault. It was her own. She deserved this. She deserved all of this. She cringed internally at how pathetic she was behaving, at how pathetic she was.

After a god awful amount of time of sobbing on the tile floor, Rita eventually could produce no more tears. She sniffled and slowly raised her head from her defensive curl towards you. And she was immediately met by your eyes dazzling with concern and naivety. You looked up to her like a mentor and here she was breaking down in the middle of her kitchen. How pathetic. Rita felt a pang of guilt ripple through her as you attempted to speak to her once more.

“Hey, Rita…Are you okay…?”

But Rita was in no state for verbal coherence. She nodded, as her lip trembled. She felt so small. Even though she was taller than you, even though her build was stronger than you, even though she was decades older than you, Rita still felt small. She felt like she was small enough for the world to swallow her whole without anyone noticing. She felt like she was small enough for him to come back and for her to not be able to fight back.

Your eyes softened as you nodded and cautiously extended a hand to the brunette. Rita couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips at the kind gesture. That alone made her want to cry again. She slowly reached out and gingerly took your hand. With your help, the woman stood up on her wobbly legs. She took a deep breath as she stood. You didn’t know what happened, what was happening. But you were determined to be there for Rita.

Rita’s thoughts were still swimming, but now she had an anchor. Now, your consenting touch was keeping her tethered to reality. As you guided her to sit down by the kitchen island, Rita took deep breath after deep breath. She now knew that she couldn’t continue to ignore her past like this. No matter how many properties she owned, no matter how many times she remodeled and tried to cover it all up, no matter how many times she rebought her entire wardrobe, it would never go away. No, she had to properly heal. And as she squeezed your hand in gratitude and reassurance, she knew that she would be alright.

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wittygutsy · 2 months

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Wavy hair just makes her ✨ ✨✨

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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Today is a day for binging Ms Marvel content…

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thenewdemocratus · 1 year

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Politico Magazine: Tom Keane: Elizabeth Warren Meets The Ted Kennedy Myth

Politico Magazine We should be really careful to comparing people who are very new to elected office like Senator Elizabeth Warren, just elected to the U.S. Senate in 2012, after never holding a seat in Congress before, or ever in elected office, to one of the political giants in American history. Like Ted Kennedy who was a giant as a U.S. Senator regardless of party, who was one the few members…

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#114th Congress #2015 #2016 #America #Democratic Party #Democratic Socialism #Democratic Socialists #Elizabeth Warren #Far Left #Massachusetts #New Left #Socialism #Socialists #Ted Kennedy #Tom Keane #U.S. Congress #United States

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