Oh, you sweet summer child. Come sit down and let me explain you a thing.
TJ, my dear, is TJ Hammond from Political Animals. This fine cinnamon roll of sunshine in human form.
Who’s also kind of a bad ass of the dirty rocker boy variety.
He’s the son of both a former President and the current VP of the United States. He has a twin brother, Dougie, as well as a grandmother, Margaret Barrish, who is responsible for gems like these:
But back to TJ Hammond. Did you know he also likes to kiss boys?
Well he does.
A lot.
Like a lot, a lot
But sometimes he also kisses girls!
Do you know why?
And see, here’s what you have to know that’s also important. TJ’s had a hard life. He thinks his family doesn’t love him all that much, and the poor boy seriously got into drugs for awhile. There was also the incident where he tried to kill himself.
I wish I could say that once his mom rescued him, he was able to fix his life, but sadly no. He OD’d almost a year later.
But there’s hope for our favorite political son! Last we saw him he was attending his brother’s wedding and things were (hopefully) starting to look up for him.
Not a TJ image; I just really like his dad, Bud.
Unfortunately, we never got to see where his life went after his brother’s wedding. But luckily, that’s what fanfic’s for!
Wheeeee!!!!
All of us here who love TJ Hammond want nothing more than for our boy to get the happy ending he so richly deserves. And sometimes that could mean a happy ending with Steve Rogers. Or, as brendaonao3 as been sneakily doing lately, a happy ending with both Steve and Bucky.
BTW, that last one’s part of a three–parter (so far).
So just remember, regardless of where you find your TJ Happily Ever After, just know that that boy deserves it like (almost) no other (Hi, Bucky!). So go watch the show (it’s on Netflix!), and then come join us in the TJ Hammond Protective Circle.
Because if anyone needs protecting, it’s TJ. Sometimes even from himself.
Simon’s family are so lovely.
The bureaucracy involved in moving to another country is NOT. It’s not just the USA – I know for a fact Australia is just as much a PITA.
So I go to uni to get some paperwork sorted. Nope, can’t do half of it because I need a SSN. Not a big deal and not hard to get but it delays me another 3 weeks. RAWR. So I might also miss the first pay cycle if I don’t get things back fast enough. I’m doing the right things and getting onto everything ASAP but UGH SOOOO ANNOYING.
Also, THE FOOD HERE IS TOO GOOD AND IT’S CAUSING ME ANXIETY.
Anyway. Aside from that, I’m 90% good. I had a big bout of homesickness today. I skyped my family yesterday and saw my cat but she was more interested in her food. It’s chill, I didn’t like you anyway *sniffs*
So yeah. Busy times. I’ve barely written all week BLEGH. Major block. Major. But I’m super tired sooooo. Yeah.
And then one night, out of the East Room, I hear this most glorious sound. I poke my head in, and there you are, eight years old, playing some kind of classical piece so effortlessly. You turned around when you heard me, and you let out a crazy laugh, and you went skipping off down the hallway. And after that, I used to hide around the corner from the East Room just to listen to you play. It was something so simple, but it brought me so much peace.
hannahbelleeeebackup 