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Hazel Chandler was at home taking care of her son when she began flipping through a document that detailed how burning fossil fuels would soon jeopardize the planet.
She can’t quite remember who gave her the report — this was in 1969 — but the moment stands out to her vividly: After reading a list of extreme climate events that would materialize in the coming decades, she looked down at the baby she was nursing, filled with dread.
“‘Oh my God, I’ve got to do something,’” she remembered thinking...
It was one of several such moments throughout Chandler’s life that propelled her into activist spaces — against the Vietnam War, for civil rights and women’s rights, and in support of environmental causes.
She participated in letter-writing campaigns and helped gather others to write to legislators about vital pieces of environmental legislation including the Clean Air Act and the Clean Water Act, passed in 1970 and 1972, respectively. At the child care center she worked at, she helped plan celebrations around the first Earth Day in 1970.
Now at 78, after working in child care and health care for most of her life, she’s more engaged than ever. In 2015, she began volunteering with Elder Climate Action, which focuses on activating older people to fight for the environment. She then took a job as a consultant for the Union for Concerned Scientists, a nonprofit science advocacy organization.
More recently, her activism has revolved around her role as the Arizona field coordinator of Moms Clean Air Force, a nonprofit environmental advocacy group. Chandler helps rally volunteers to take action on climate and environmental justice issues, recruiting residents to testify and meet with lawmakers.
Pictured: Hazel Chandler tables at Environment Day at Wesley Bolin Plaza in front of the Arizona State Capitol in Phoenix, Arizona, in January 2024.
Her motivation now is the same as it was decades ago.
“When I look my grandchildren and my great-grandchildren, my children, in the eye, I have to be able to say, ‘I did everything I could to protect you,’” Chandler said. “I have to be able to tell them that I’ve done everything possible within my ability to help move us forward.”
Chandler is part of a largely unrecognized contingent of the climate movement in the United States: the climate grannies.
The most prominent example perhaps, is the actor Jane Fonda. The octogenarian grandmother has been arrested during climate protests a number of times and has her own PAC that funds the campaigns of “climate champions” in local and state elections.
Climate grannies come equipped with decades of activism experience and aim to pressure the government and corporations to curb fossil fuel emissions. As a result they, alongside women of every age group, are turning out in bigger numbers, both at protests and the polls. All of the climate grandmothers The 19th interviewed for this piece noted one unifying theme: concern for their grandchildren’s futures.
According to research conducted by Dana R. Fisher, director for the Center of Environment, Community and Equity at American University, while the mainstream environmental movement has typically been dominated by men, women make up 61 percent of climate activists today. The average age of climate activists was 52 with 24 percent being 69 and older...
A similar trend holds true at the ballot box, according to data collected by the Environmental Voter Project, a nonpartisan organization focused on turning out climate voters in elections.
A report released by the Environmental Voter Project in December that looked at the patterns of registered voters in 18 different states found that after the Gen Z vote, people 65 and older represent the next largest climate voter group, with older women far exceeding older men in their propensity to list climate as their No. 1 reason for voting. The organization defines climate voters as those who are most likely to list climate change, the environment, or clean air and water as their top political priority.
“Grandmothers are now at the vanguard of today’s climate movement,” said Nathaniel Stinnett, founder of the Environmental Voter Project.
“Older people are three times as likely to list climate as a top priority than middle-aged people. On top of that, women in all age groups are more likely to care about climate than men,” he said. “So you put those two things together … and you can safely say that grandma is much more likely to be a climate voter than your middle-aged man.”
In Arizona, where Chandler lives, older climate voters make up 231,000 registered voters in the state. The presidential election in the crucial swing state was decided by just 11,000 votes, Stinnett noted.
“Older climate voters can really throw their weight around in Arizona if they organize and if they make sure that everybody goes to the polls,” he said.
Pictured: Hazel Chandler’s recent activism revolves around her role as the Arizona field coordinator of Moms Clean Air Force, a nonprofit environmental advocacy group.
In some cases, their identities as grandmothers have become an organizing force.
In California, 1000 Grandmothers for Future Generations formed in 2016, after older women from the Bay Area traveled to be in solidarity with Indigenous grandmothers protesting the construction of the Dakota Access Pipeline at the Standing Rock Sioux Reservation.
“When they came back, they decided to form an organization that would continue to mobilize women on behalf of the climate justice movement,” said Nancy Hollander, a member of the group.
1000 Grandmothers — in this case, the term encompasses all older women, not just the literal grandmothers — is rooted at the intersection of social justice and the climate crisis, supporting people of color and Indigenous-led causes in the Bay Area. The organization is divided into various working groups, each with a different focus: elections, bank divestments from fossil fuels, legislative work, nonviolent direct actions, among others...
“There are women in the nonviolent direct action part of the organization who really do feel that elder women — it’s their time to stand up and be counted and to get arrested,” Hollander said. ���They consider it a historical responsibility and put themselves out there to protect the more vulnerable.”
But 1000 Grandmothers credits another grandmother activist, Pennie Opal Plant, for helping train their members in nonviolent direct action and for inspiring them to take the lead of Indigenous women in the fight.
Plant, 66 — an enrolled member of the Yaqui of Southern California tribe, and of undocumented Choctaw and Cherokee ancestry — has started various organizations over the years, including Idle No More SF Bay, which she co-founded with a group of Indigenous grandmothers in 2013, first in solidarity with a group formed by First Nations women in Canada to defend treaty rights and to protect the environment from exploitation.
Pictured: Pennie Opal Plant has started various organizations over the years, including Idle No More SF Bay, which she founded in 2013 alongside Indigenous grandmothers.
In 2016, Plant gathered with others in front of Wells Fargo Corporate offices in San Francisco, blocking the road in protest of the Dakota Access Pipeline, when she realized the advantages she had as an older woman in the fight.
As a police liaison — or a person who aims to defuse tension with law enforcement — she went to speak to an officer who was trying to interrupt the action. When she saw him maneuvering his car over a sidewalk, she stood in front of it, her gray hair flowing. “I opened my arms really wide and was like, are you going to run over a grandmother?”
A new idea was born: The Society of Fearless Grandmothers. Once an in-person training — it now mostly exists online as a Facebook page — it helped teach other grandmothers how to protect the youth at protests.
For Plant, the role of grandmothers in the fight to protect the planet is about a simple Indigenous principle: ensuring the future for the next seven generations.
“What we’re seeing is a shift starting with Indigenous women, that is lifting up the good things that mothers have to share, the good things that women that love children can share, that will help bring back balance in the world,” Plant said...
[Kathleen] Sullivan is one of approximately 70,000 people over the age of 60 who’ve joined Third Act, a group specifically formed to engage people 60 and older to mobilize for climate action across the country.
“This is an act of moral responsibility. It’s an act of care. And It’s an act of reciprocity to the way in which we are cared for by the planet,” Sullivan said. “It’s an act of interconnection to your peers, because there can be great joy and great sense of solidarity with other people around this.”
-via The 19th, January 31, 2024
#climate change#climate activism#climate crisis#climate action#grandmother#older adults#elders#feminism#climate hope#family#intergenerational relationships#grandchildren#climate protest#good news#hope#hopepunk#environment#environmental activism#hope posting#boomers#gen z#age
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Okay but what about Bruce ends up taking all the little kids to a gala with him because none of his kids want to go and they'll only escape anyway if he drags them there.
He's got baby Helena on his hip and Lizzie clinging to his side even dropping on adult conversations. Lian and Mar'i are sucking up to the older ladies so they can con sweet treats and hard candy from them. Jake and Ellie (Stephanie's daughter whom I named Elizabeth way before I knew about Diana's daughter) are colouring at a table together quietly.
And Bruce can't stop talking about his babies and grandbabies. And he's showing all the other rich socialites cute little photos and everyone's just gushing over how cute they are.
And they all look so adorable in their little outfits too!! Dressing them all up and taking photos at the gala and just gloating over how these kids are the best kids, even better than all the other socialites kids/grandkids.
And obviously this won't last long, soon the little ones will be whining about how boring the galas are and Bruce will have to find new people to drag along with him. But I definitely think Lian and Mar'i will keep coming for as long as they can milk the adorable little girl acts to fill their pockets with treats.
Dick is probably a little disappointed at Mar'i but it's not like he didn't do the exact same thing himself so he'd be a hypocrite for telling her off. Jason and Roy just high five Lian with a laugh and ask her to share the goods she collected with them.
Also like Bruce going to their school or sports things whenever he can get the time to do so. He's one of those mom types that are convinced their kids are the best in the play or on the soccer field and he gets really bitchy about other mums who do the exact same thing.
And obviously Bruce pays for all there school fees to get them into good education. He spoils the little ones absolutely rotten.
Like the kids at school will be like "oh yeah my grandparents gave me $500 for Christmas so I could choose whatever I wanted". And Jake is like "yeah well my grandpop got me a real motorbike and a phone!"
Holy hell does Dick parental lock the shit out of that phone btw. He also knows Bruce has a tracker on it because he's paranoid about the little ones getting hurt or something. Which is contradictory to the fact he got the kid an actual kid-sized motorcycle. Dick is not happy. Kori thinks it's awesome.
Also like, of you wanted you can also add Tim's baby clones in here too. A little Bart clone and a little Kon clone causing chaos everywhere they go. Bruce loves his grandbabies despite everything but damn those little boys really wear him out running circles around him.
#bruce wayne#batfam#grandchildren#lizzie prince#helena wayne#lian harper#mari grayson#jake grayson#Stephanies daughter gets adopted by Bruce lol#She's named Ellie Wayne#clone babies#dc#brucie wayne
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#family#intergenerational trauma#dsm 5#dsm v#grandma#grandmother#child#grandchild#grandchildren#funny#meme#memes#funny memes#mental health#mental illness
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Norman Rockwell's iconic portrait of a family's Thanksgiving dinner
#Norman Rockwell#American Thanksgiving#family dinner#USA#painters#iconic art#grandparents#grandchildren#traditional#nostalgia#old house#turkey platter#gratitude#Americana
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Genetics can be a fascinating thing. I find great joy in looking at pictures of people and comparing them to photos or paintings of their ancestors, mostly to see what features remained in the family. It is also a great way to know what features on a person are accurate in paintings since oftentimes they can be tweaked to the person's benefit. After talking with @yaggy031910, I discovered some examples that are worth posting about.
The first of the two examples is that of Marshal Murat and his Granddaughter, Anna.
What stands out to me the most between these two is how alike their eyes are. they're almost the same shape. Their cheeks and mouths are similar too, making it hard for me to doubt that they are directly related.
The second one, and by far my favorite of the two, is between Marshal Soult and his Granddaughter Geneviève.
If I were to imagine a female version of Soult, at least a slightly older version of him than the one above, an image very close to Geneviève comes to mind. They are so alike that it scares me a little. It's easier to say what isn't similar between their faces than to say what's is.
#gosh Geneviève is pretty#historical#portraits#grandchildren#art#photography#jean de dieu soult#joachim murat#anna murat#Geneviève Soult de Dalmatie
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#meme#mattsmemes#memes that make you go hmmm#cat#cat meme#grandchildren#grandkids#dressing up#knitting
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Where We Fell In Love Matters
Written for @thefreakandthehair 's Summer Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge, my prompt was "rocking chair." Length: 3.5k, Rating: T
Also Posted on A03
Now 2023
“Ooof” Eddie puffed out as he lowered himself to the porch rocker. Glancing over at the other chair he stretched out his legs and started rocking. “Sorry, I’m late, Stevie. Your grandchildren are running me ragged. But I’ve got them set up with a movie and popcorn and I think they’ll stay put for now. I remember the kids used to be a handful, no rose colored glasses here, but this generation is something else entirely.” Feeling familiar eyes on him he continues smirking, “They are a bunch of nosy, mischievous brats who never do what they are told….”
“Grandpa Eddie!!” a small voice cries out, “Thas not true! I’m notta cheevius brat! I’m your little man! You SAID!”
“So I did, little man. And seeing that I just set you up with a very cool movie, what may I ask what you are doing out here?”
“Auntie Robbie said not to come out ‘cause this was your special time with Grandpa Steve, but I wanted to come out to have special time with Grandpa Steve too! So I sneaked”
“Oh you did, did you?” Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes in the direction of Steve’s rocking chair, but gathered the curly haired monster up into his lap and started them rocking. “Well, I suppose I could share just this once. I was just telling Grandpa Steve how much fun we had today.”
The little body settled into the warm lap and snuggled his head to Eddie’s chest. “Mmmmm…we went mini golping! And you won and you didn’t let ME win.”
“Golfing, yes. And I don’t let anyone win. I’m the best at mini golf and no one can beat me.” Eddie grinned into his curls.
“Daddy says you never let him win either when he was little like me, but he says now if he wanted to he could beat you good.” Eddie laughed out loud. “Maybe he could and maybe he couldn’t, but I didn’t see him out there trying.”
“How come you and Grandpa Steve have special time every night?”
Eddie paused and looked at the boy. It seemed like he was here to stay, so he began, “Have you ever heard the story of how your grandpa and I fell in love? It started with a couple of rocking chairs….”
Then 1986
Steve was bound and determined to get Eddie up and outside. The man had been staying with him for a few days after the hospital fast tracked his discharge. The professionals reasoned he was awake, eating and drinking normally, could walk at least a few steps on his own, and (the real reason, Steve supposed) Eddie made the staff uncomfortable being a murder suspect and all. The sooner he was out, the happier they would be. That was all well and good, but the apartment Wayne had found for them was up on the second floor and there was no way Eddie could navigate the stairs yet. Steve was in Eddie’s hospital room visiting when all this went down and shocked even himself when he insisted Eddie come home with him. He was still waiting on Family Video to reopen so he had the time, his government payout had just come through, so money wasn’t an issue, and his parents were out of town indefinitely so he had the space. Plus, his house had more than one guest bedroom including one on the first floor. Steve made his case and all parties readily agreed to his idea.
It wasn’t exactly what he expected. Eddie was not a great patient. When his pain levels were low he was great company and Steve was enjoying getting to know him without the oppressive weight of the upside down hanging over them. They talked about music and movies and the kids and while their opinions didn’t always line up, they both enjoyed bickering like two little old ladies. But Steve could always tell when the pain was bad because Eddie would shut down and refuse to leave his bed. He wanted to respect Eddie’s boundaries as a guest in his home, but he also felt a keen responsibility for his well being. Fresh air was what Eddie needed, so fresh air would be what Steve would provide.
“C’mon Eddie!” Steve was using his most persuasive tone in order to cajole the man into taking a few steps out onto the front porch where a double rocker packed with pillows and blankets waited for them. It was just past sunset and the sky was still pink and creamy. The street was quiet and the air was starting to cool down from the thick heat of the day.
“Now listen, Eds, we’re going to sit out here for one hour every day and relax and get some fresh air. If you want I can read to you while we’re out here or we can just talk or whatever, but you’ve got to get some exposure to the outside. Hardly anyone ever drives by so you don’t need to worry about being seen and even in the unlikely event someone does see you and says something, I’ll be right here to protect you.”
“Fine,” Eddie groaned and then brightened, “And I can smoke?”
“Not a chance, man. You quit in the hospital so no reason to start back up now. If you’re good when we go back in I’ll make your favorite dinner.”
“Mac and Cheese and hotdogs?” Steve knew Eddie needed more fruits and vegetables in his diet, but he was dealing with a man who had the palate of a stubborn six year old so they were working up to more healthy stuff. It wouldn’t hurt to skip the veggies this once.
“Yup. Now you get settled in all comfortable so we can enjoy our hour. Do you want me to grab your book?”
Resigned to his fate, Eddie arranged the pillows so they would support his back and sides and tentatively leaned back. “Yeah, okay, this is okay I guess. No book, we can just rock and talk.”
Smirking, Steve carefully dropped down next to him so as not to jostle the pillows and gently set them on a back and forth motion. Eddie closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure and Steve couldn’t resist glancing over to appreciate just how pretty he was when he was relaxed like this. It wasn’t particularly concerning to him that he thought of Eddie that way. Steve had known for years that he found both men and women attractive, but growing up in Hawkins he had learned early on to keep those kinds of feelings to himself. Even when his platonic soulmate, Robin, had confessed her affinity for the fairer sex, Steve had kept his secrets. He knew she would encourage him, but he wasn’t ready for that kind of push. Although, the more time he spent with Eddie the more he wondered if a push wasn’t exactly what he needed.
Steve relaxed back into his place next to Eddie and couldn’t help letting loose a small sigh of pleasure when Eddie leaned into him. His heart felt like it might beat out of his chest, but he willed his breath to slow so as not to startle the injured man. They rocked together slowly and allowed the fresh air to wash over them like a gentle calming wave soothing their hurts and calming their souls.
It worked so well that Eddie allowed Steve to bully him out to the rocking chair every evening to watch the sun set. His healing wasn’t linear, sometimes he walked and sometimes Steve had to pick him up and carry him out. But without fail their bodies fell together in comfort and somewhere along the way, hands reached out to clasp and there were soft hesitant touches. They never spoke of it inside the house. Each night they came in feeling shy and a bit wary of the other as they fled to separate rooms until it felt normal to be together again, laughing and teasing and bickering.
Eventually Eddie recovered enough to move back home with Uncle Wayne. Steve was happy he was doing so well, but if he was being honest with himself, he was sorry to see him go. It was selfish, but his feelings for Eddie had only grown and having him around made Steve feel like maybe he could keep him all to himself forever. Not that he had confessed any of that to Eddie. Especially when he didn’t know if his feelings would be returned. So instead he helped pack Eddie’s things in the morning and drove him to the apartment Wayne had set up for them. They lingered at the door neither wanting to be the one to say goodbye until Wayne yelled at them for letting the bugs in. Steve managed to croak out, “Well, don’t be a stranger.” And Eddie looked at his feet and managed a, “Yeah, you too,” and shut the door.
That first afternoon without Eddie around felt so heavy. Steve felt inexplicably restless and spent the day washing the guest room sheets and cleaning the bathrooms trying to keep busy. It still wasn’t enough to fill the emptiness inside and out but he pressed on. When the sun began to set, Steve found himself almost unconsciously grabbing a pillow and throw blanket. When he opened the door, to his surprise Eddie was headed up the porch stairs and as Steve’s heart fluttered, Eddie settled himself in the rocking chair with a shy smile. “I’m not late, am I? I didn’t want to miss our rocker time.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Steve grinned as he slid into the chair next to Eddie. They rocked in unison in the quiet afternoon, hearts lighter as they leaned towards each other exchanging stories of how they had spent their first day apart.
When the hour was up, Eddie reluctantly stood and stretched. “I’ll head out, I guess.”
Steve found himself trying to stall, “I’m making dinner, did you want to come in -”
“I promised Uncle Wayne I’d be back for our first dinner in the new place.”
“Of course, sorry. Tell him I said hi. I’m so glad you both have your own space back and everything,” Steve mumbled looking everywhere but at Eddie.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie reached out and gently cradled the side of Steve’s face, “It’s okay. I’ll - I mean if it’s okay…I’ll be back tomorrow? For rocker time?”
“Yeah?” Steve breathed out. “I mean, if you want. I’ll be here.”
“Me too, baby. It’s the best part of my day.” and with that Eddie gave Steve’s shoulder a quick squeeze and bounded down the stairs to his van.
Steve watched him go and when he turned the corner he bolted back in the house and dialed Robin. When she picked up the phone with a quick, “Hello?” Steve took a breath and confessed, “I’m having a bathroom emergency.” Robin snorted and snarked, “I’m not really up to hearing about your digestive issues.” Steve felt like screaming, “Not that kind of bathroom emergency, I mean OUR kind of bathroom emergency.” Ever since they had been brought together by Russians and truth serum, their deepest confessions had been whispered or sometimes shouted in the comforting privacy of a bathroom, whether in one of their houses or the employee bathroom at Family Video. “Oh, shit!” Robin stammered, “Okay, your place or mine?” “Mine if you can get a ride, yours if you can’t.” “Uh…I can get a ride.” Robin replied in a strangely vague way, but Steve couldn’t be bothered to work out her deal as he was too far gone in his own. They hung up and Steve sunk to the floor.
When Robin knocked and Steve opened the door he glanced out to see Nancy, Steve filed that info away for later, pulling out of the driveway. He wasn’t sure what that was about, but today was about him. Without speaking he pulled Robin into the downstairs bathroom and fully sat in the tub. Robin perched on the side and waited calmly for Steve to speak. If it was a red alert kind of emergency, she knew he would have just said so, so she could afford to be patient. They were safe in the bathroom now and it would come out eventually.
“Uhhhh….” Steve began. “Ever since we came out of the Upside Down I’ve sort of been dealing with developing feelings for someone.”
“I know.” said Robin and to Steve she sounded…sad?
“You do?” he looked up, a little alarmed at being so obvious and so oblivious at the same time. “I mean I barely knew it myself until today.”
“Really?” Robin asked incredulously, “It’s only natural that fighting Vecna together would bring it all back…”
“Back?” Steve wasn’t sure what was happening, “I barely knew Eddie before everything happened.”
“Eddie??” Robin shrieked.
“Who did you think I was talking about? He’s been living in my house! I haven’t even really seen anyone else for weeks.”
“Nancy! Obviously!” Robin shouted.
“How is that obvious? Nancy is old news. I mean, I’ll always love her but not like love her, love her. That’s over and done.” Steve shook his head. “You know what she did to me. I forgave her but I would never set myself up like that again.”
“Okay….okay. I just need to reorient myself. I thought we were going to have a very different bathroom conversation. Eddie? EDDIE? I thought you liked boobies.”
“I do. But I also like not boobies. Bisexuality is a real thing you know.”
“Is it?” Robin asked hopefully.
“Of course it is. Look at Bowie. It’s why I keep saying you have a chance with Vickie.” Steve felt like Robin’s reaction to his coming out was not exactly what he had been hoping for, but he also didn’t know what he wanted from her. Recognition? Excitement? A medal? He saw a flicker of something across her face and then it was gone.
“So you’re definitely not still pining for Nancy?”
“No! Why are we still talking about Nancy? This is my big bathroom confession and I feel like maybe you are focussing on the wrong things?”
Robin schooled her face and got with the program. Placing her hands on Steve’s cheeks she smooshed them together. “Look at you! My sweet bisexual baby is having a crush.”
This was more of what Steve had expected and he huffed out a laugh. “Might be more than a crush, Robs.” Steve blushed and Robin gaped at him.
“Okay, then. Well. You’ve got to go for it. Turn up the Harrington Charm and don’t suck this time.”
Steve ran his hands through his hair. He could do this. He was Steve fucking Harrington and he could do this.
The following afternoon Steve spent making sure his hair was perfect, but not too perfect. He threw on what Robin had called his slutty polo - just a touch too small so it hugged his chest and his arms, and the jeans that cradled his ass just right. He gave himself several pep talks and was waiting on the porch when Eddie pulled up. Steve didn’t have to overthink the wide grin that spread across his face when Eddie got out of the van. That man was so pretty it should be illegal. Ripped jeans and a band tee were his standard uniform, but in Steve’s mind, no one wore it better.
Eddie seemed to sense the subtle change in the air and when he got to the rocker his gaze flicked up and down and he let out a breathless, “Hi.”
Steve’s grin widened and he shifted a little to let Eddie flop down next to him. The rocker started it’s slow movement and Steve bravely reached over and grabbed Eddie’s hand. He began toying with his rings and making small circles on Eddie’s palm with his thumb. Now that he was here, some of Steve’s resolve began to crumble and he felt shy and unsure. What if he was reading this wrong? What if this was an insane error in judgment and he was about to ruin everything he and Eddie had built up between them? He couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t stand to see rejection, or worse revulsion on Eddie’s face.
A finger under his chin lifted his face up to where Eddie was waiting, mouth a little open in surprise. “Stevie, sweetheart, what’s going on in there? I can hear you thinking from here.”
“I, um, I’m just glad you’re here, Eds. I miss having you around and I’m so happy you still wanna come back here and spend time with me.” Steve’s voice caught a little. Damn it. He was doing this wrong. He had meant to be bold and brave and he was too in his head.
“Hey, hey, hey I’m not going anywhere baby. I always want to spend time with you, that’s why I’m here.” Eddie’s voice was low and reassuring and Steve was grateful for the opportunity to collect himself and start again.
He inched himself closer to Eddie and slowly raised his free hand to tuck one of Eddie’s curls behind his ear. His thumb drew a gentle line down Eddie’s jawline and he heard a sharp intake of breath. “Eds, tell me if I’m reading this wrong and it’s totally fine. Nothing has to change. But - I really want to kiss you right now. Is that okay?”
Eddie placed a firm hand on Steve’s chest and he felt his heart drop and his vision blur. Stupid. He was so stupid. “Wait,” Eddie managed. “Just, can we back up just a little? Because my straight best friend wants to kiss me and I’m not totally sure what to do with that.”
“Uh,” Steve stammered, “Not straight? Um, bisexual actually. It’s okay if it’s a no though, just I know I’m not cool and I used to be a huge asshole back in high school so -”
Steve was forced to stop as the hand on his chest fisted his shirt and pulled him so close that he and Eddie were breathing the same air. “Yes.” Eddie said. “Yes I was an asshole?” Steve was having a hard time following what was happening. “Yes, kiss me.” And then it was happening.
As first kisses go, this should have been unremarkable. A gentle meeting of lips, Steve’s hands coming up to cradle Eddie’s face, tilting his head so they slotted together seamlessly. Instead it was extraordinary. It was brief, but charged with so much emotion it left Steve gasping for air, a whimper in the back of his throat. “Okay?” Eddie whispered. “More than okay,” Steve managed to say, bringing him back a second time firmer and more sure of himself.
Now 2023
“Is this a kissing story?” interrupted a suspicious little voice, “Mama says kissing stories aren’t propriate for me.”
Eddie jumped, having gotten lost in the swirling memories, he had forgotten about his little captive audience. He grinned. “Your beautiful Mama is always right and we can absolutely skip to the end past the kissing parts. Okay?”
“M’kay!” agreed curly locks. “Was that the falling in love part? Did you have a true love's kiss and live happily ever after?”
“Sort of,” laughed the old man, “Never let it be said that even true love is an easy path to happiness. There were plenty of times we argued or hurt each other's feelings. Sometimes we didn’t even like each other very much. But we made a promise. You know what that promise was?”
“Was it sittin’ in the rocking chairs?” Eddie bounced the boy up and down on his lap and smothered him with kisses, “You are my most brilliant grandchild, you know that? Yes! No matter what was happening with us, as long as we were both home, we sat in those damn rocking chairs and talked about our day and our family and everything we loved. And you want to know a secret?”
The child rose to his knees in Eddie’s lap and put his ear right to Eddie’s mouth. “Yes!”
“Even if one of us wasn’t home, the other went and sat in their own rocker and shared all about their day. Do you know why?”
“Why?” the child’s eyes were open wide.
“Because rocker time is magic. No matter where we are or what is happening, we can talk to each other here in these rockers when the sun is going down and the air is sweet and we always hear each other.” Eddie’s eyes were shining now with memories and longing.
“So even though Grandpa Steve isn’t here you can still talk to him and he hears you? And that’s why you come out every night to have special time with Grandpa Steve?”
“That’s right, little man. And sometimes when it’s quiet and still I can hear him talk back. Want to try?” Eddie looked down at the child with a gleam in his eye as his youngest grandson struggled to stay still. “Can you hear him?”
“What is he saying?” the little boy whispered, eyes wide, mouth open.
“He says………TOSS MY GRANDCHILD IN THE POOL!” Eddie shrieked and raised his hands as his little man screamed with joy and took off across the lawn. Hell, his Son and Daughter in law were going to scold him again, but it had been worth it.
Before leaving to chase after the boy, Eddie turned to the empty rocking chair, “Sorry to abandon you early tonight, my love. But I told you your grandchildren were a menace. I don’t know who they get it from.” As he stood to leave he felt a breeze like the whisper of a caress against his cheek. “Love you too, Stevie. See you tomorrow.”
#LexsSummerFanworksChallenge#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#falling in love#coming out#grandchildren#off screen ronance implied
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zhongli would be the type of grandpa that while he doesn't have a secret stash of money to give his grandchildren (he's still broke /hj 😔), he will instead make them sit around him— said grandpa perched on a creaky, old rocking chair as he gives valuable life lessons for the next generation to learn from. his experience makes him somewhat able to weave his words enough to make it interesting for the youngsters. so almost everyday in a lovely afternoon, zhongli's grandchildren can be seen huddled all around him; obviously charmed by his stories and calming voice.
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zhongli's own kids wondered where in the world had their children had gone to. when the finding took a while and they began to panic, all of them rushed to their father's home— knowing well that zhongli still has connections to help find their missing children.
as they reached zhongli's humble abode, all their panic turned into mush as they see the chaos unraveling before them.
❛grandpa, what's 19-6?❜
zhongli blinked, glancing at the child studying in Grade 3. he pondered for a moment, wondering if the school curriculum has changed or— ❛hm.. has your school teacher neglect teaching you, young man?❜
said kid blushed as he hears the quiet snickers of his cousins. though as he glanced back up to zhongli, he could genuinely see the worry in his eyes as they held their homework paper.
❛no!❜ he replies quickly as he thinks of a plausible excuse [he just wanted to listen to his grandpa and no one else :,( ]
❛I just don't get it, gramps.. school is so hard! help me, please?❜ he then whined.
zhongli couldn't help but cave in. his grandkids are just too cute. he was charmed with their puppy eyes that it makes him remember the good old days with his own children. which by the way, glued themselves by the front door.
❛what are you lot doing here?❜ zhongli questions, though he held no malice as he shuffles the children's homework paper around.
❛nothing, just thought we could hangout too- haha..❜ they replied, wiping off the sweat from the previous panic phase.
❛alright then, make yourselves at home.❜ zhongli ushered them down the cushions. though he couldn't move much apart from the small distance created for him as the children huddled all around the living room.
❛grandpa!❜
❛yes yes.. I'll help you, little one.❜
zhongli sighed, giving a side-eye to his own kids wondering why they couldn't teach their own children instead. though now that he thinks about it, he didn't mind the company the grandchildren brings on his home.
❛alright,❜ zhongli breathes in, eyes focused and brows furrowed on the math question in hand, ❛Johnny has 19 bottles of dish soap, and gives Gina 6—❜
overall, zhongli felt his heart beaming in pride when his grandchildren's grades are full of A's.
#zhongli#genshin impact#idk how to tag this#old meme but i still love it#grandpa zhongli#grandfather#fluff#children#childhood#grandchildren#this is cringe#im sorry you had to see this#zhongli genshin impact#fiction#genshin fanfic#i love commas#sorry not sorry#school#homework
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There are times where grandparents try to be better and treat their grandchildren better than their children. Would this happen to Ahlf's grandchildren from MC? And Salyra as well?
Now I'm even curious regarding if our own grandmother treats MC differently than she did Salyra.
NOW I am even thinking about the RO's and if their parents would treat their grandchildren differently than their children. (Beside's Irus' mother I know that would probably be in spoiler territory 🫣)
Both Salyra and Ahlf would be doting grandparents. Salyra would do it because that's how her mother is and Ahlf would do it because he has guilt for not being able to be the father the MC needed, so he'd try to make up by being that way for his grandchild.
The other grandparents would all be super doting, except for Erlan who'd try to mould his grandchild into being the future leader of Cyre 😅
Siduri was stricter with Salyra than she is with the MC, but she was never one to stop Salyra from doing what she wanted. She accepted Ahlf (not without questions) but she's more open-minded and accepting than Salyra can be. Siduri also didn't approve of the way the temples were organised, so her religious beliefs were based on the way the older generation worshipped the Ancient Ones which is why she's not bothered by an MC who might not be religious or chooses a different religion to worship.
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Six and a half years ago. Holli meeting Elijah. My first time meeting my grandson as well.
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David Gilmour doing his grandpa duties. 🎧
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Me, a Gen Z “adult” trying to mentally prepare myself for the day my grandchild asks me:
“What was life like before the cell phone, Baba?”
Bruh, I don’t know. Ask my grandparents. I’ll pull out the ouija board 🧙🏽♀️
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~ Special Holiday Times ~
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"In a “bold move”, the King and Queen have decided that her grandchildren, who have long been shielded from the limelight, will be included in the ceremony at Westminster Abbey on May 6, to signal their closeness to Charles and his consort."
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Cruising right through my favorite week of October. Our MS Gulfcoast area sponsors Cruising the Coast. As of today we have 9300 plus classic cars in the area. A popular thing to do is take a lawn chair and find a space on the beachfront Highway 90 and watch the cars pass.
This year is flying by. I’m enjoying my new life, my times with grandchildren, making new friends and spending time with family.
I’m also dating a good natured man, that makes me laugh and makes time to take me out some, call me, and get to know me. I’m in no hurry. I want to thoroughly get to know someone and them know me. That just takes time and so time will tell.
#motivation#quotes#self care#self improvement#health#swimmimg#healthy eating#lifestyle#positivity#dating#midlifewomen#men over 50#grandchildren
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