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Show Me That You Love Me

(ao3, buzzfeed article that inspired this nonsense)

(Monday, Feb 6)

Clarke: FYI, I’m telling my coworkers that we’re dating so this creep will stop hitting on me

Bellamy: You can’t just leave it at that.
How creepy are we talking?  
You know if I don’t get specifics my mind jumps straight to the worst-case scenario.

Clarke: It’s not that big a deal? Mostly just annoying
But he won’t take no for an answer so I told him I had a boyfriend

Bellamy: Not a girlfriend?

Clarke: They know I’m bi already because I ranted about gross stereotypes at the Christmas party
It’s why they instituted a two-drink limit
And if he doesn’t respect my hard “no” I doubt he’ll respect my girlfriend’s so

Bellamy: You sure you don’t want to date him? He sounds like a charmer.

Clarke: I was sure the first fifteen times he asked and my decision hasn’t wavered.
I wouldn’t have even mentioned it to you except I know Anya comes to the bar sometimes and I didn’t want you to blow my cover

Bellamy: Consider your cover secure.

Clarke: Thanks. I owe you one.

Bellamy: What are fake boyfriends for?

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(Wednesday, Feb 8)

Clarke: WTF???

Bellamy: I see you got my flowers.

Clarke: They’re hard to miss seeing as they take up MY WHOLE CUBICLE
It smells like a rainforest
My allergies are killing me
Seriously. Why.

Bellamy: Can’t I just show my fake girlfriend that I appreciate her?
Why must you always assume I have ulterior motives?

Clarke: Because I know how expensive flowers can be and you’re the biggest coupon-clipping Scrooge I know

Bellamy: I’m helping!
I’m just trying to back up your story, Princess.

Clarke: You’re just trying to embarrass me in front of my coworkers is what you’re doing

Bellamy: Remember that time you made me do karaoke with you?
Some might consider us even now.

Clarke: You know Valentine’s Day is next week right? If you do something like this on a random Wednesday, you’re going to have to do something for that too or else Cage will think we’ve broken up

Bellamy: So I’m going to have to top myself is what you’re saying.

Clarke: I don’t think that’s what I said at all

Bellamy: If you insist, Princess.

Clarke: I don’t insist. I STRONGLY DO NOT INSIST.

Bellamy: Unrelated question: what song would you most like to have serenaded to you?

Clarke: If that’s how it’s gonna be then start preparing yourself
Cause it’s on, Blake

Bellamy: Dammit, I did not think this through.

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Godfather - Tyler Seguin

A/N: Hello! This wasn’t requested, but I saw the picture of Ty with baby Cracknell and I had to. Hope you like it. Big shoutout to @carey-pricemas for encouraging me to write it.

Word count: 1701

Warnings: nope.

Master List

Originally posted by brosillustrated

Tyler prompts himself up on his healthy arm and rolls off of the couch, fast walking to the door. He hates the sling and how useless he feels, not being able to do pretty much anything but to scroll down social media and change the TV channels until he gets tired of not finding anything good to watch. He opens the door to find Adam and Tia standing on the outside with a light blue stroller.

“Allow me to not give a f…” Tyler cuts himself before swearing in front of the newborn baby. “About you two. Let me see her.”

Tia smiles, stepping aside so Tyler can look at the small bundle lying on the stroller. Adam had sent him a picture of his first daughter, but that doesn’t stop Tyler to be blown away by how beautiful Lynde is.

“She cannot be your daughter.” Tyler jokes, slapping Adam’s shoulder a couple times. “She is too beautiful to be yours.”

“I’ve thought that too.” Adam laughs. “But she swears that she is mine.”

Tyler cannot help it but to smile when Adam wraps his arm around Tia and gives her a little squeeze; he has always envied the relationship between his teammate and his wife.

“Where is (y/n)?” Tia asks, pushing the stroller inside the house and kneeling on the floor to greet the two overexcited labs jumping around to get attention.

“Working in her office upstairs.” Tyler says, taking control of the stroller and pushing it one handley through the hall and to the living room.

“Office?” Adam wonders, not remembering an office on Tyler’s new place.

“She didn’t want to move in with me because there wasn’t a space for her to work at, so I made a office for her.” Tyler shrugs, pushing his dogs away from the stroller where the baby is sleeping. “I’ll go get her.”

To be fair, that isn’t the only reason why you didn’t want to move with Tyler; you just aren’t ready yet to take that step yet. You are holding to your independence a little longer, giving Tyler dumb excuses of why you couldn’t move to his house; but since Tyler can’t even get dressed by himself you have decided to take care of him at his place and see how the coexistence is.

“I’ll go.” Adam says, turning around and walking towards the stairs before Tyler has the chance to stop him. “I want to see the so-called office.”

You are saving the file you have been working on for week when Adam knocks on the door and steps in, looking around the room. Tyler has done a nice job, painting the walls on a pale grey color and getting really simple furniture; a glass desk, a whole wall of bookshelves, a nice and comfortable chair for you to sit on and a small area with a couch and a coffee table.

“He did this?” Adam asks, walking to you and wrapping you into a hug.

“I was surprised too.” You answer, hugging him back.

“He really wants you to move here.” He tells you, stepping away from you and giving you a really meaningful look.

“I know.” You acknowledge, shutting the laptop screen and stretching your back. “But that’s an issue for another day, I want to meet her.”

Tyler and you didn’t go to the hospital when Lynde was born because of Tyler’s own surgery, but you had sent a huge bouquet of flowers and balloons for Tia and the baby.

“She is perfect.” Adam sounds so proud that it makes your heart flutter, walking side by side downstairs, where Tia and Tyler are sitting on the couch.

Tia is holding her baby on her arms, showing her to Tyler. He looks like he is seeing a piece of art, worshipping the little baby and caressing her tiny hand with one of his fingers. You and Adam are about to get to where they are when Adam stops you.

“(y/n), do you think that Tyler will agree to be her godfather?” Adam asks and you can’t help it but to give him a beaming smile, nodding fast.

“He will be the happiest and proudest godfather ever.” You say. “He is going to spoil her rotten, though.”

“Good, that’s why I chose him. A rich godfather is what she needs.” Adam jokes and you both laugh, resuming your walking.

“(y/n), can you help me take the sling off so I can hold her?” Tyler asks as soon as he sees you.

“Let me see her first, jeez.” You complain, walking around the couch and kneeling on the floor in front of Tia, looking at the baby.

Lynde is beautiful; she has quite a lot of dark hair for a newborn, her legs curled up and her hands into tiny fists.

“Wow guys, you have outdone yourselves.” You say, caressing the baby’s chubby cheek softly. You are about to ask Tia for how she feels when you hear Tyler whine.

You roll your eyes and get on your feet, working on Tyler’ sling carefully to not jerk with shoulder on accident. You let the sling loose, but you don’t take it all the way off of his body since you know that he will do a movement he is not supposed and mess up his shoulder even more that what is.

“Careful.” You warn him before Tia turns around on her spot and gently puts her baby on his arms.

Lynde opens her eyes the moment she is left on Tyler’s arms and you hold your breath, expecting her to start crying, but the baby looks at Tyler for a second and gives him a toothless smile, making your boyfriend’s heart melt.

“Guys, your daughter has just stolen my boyfriend from me.” You say and Adam and Tia laugh, looking at their daughter lying on Tyler’s heavily tattooed arms.

Tyler doesn’t say a word, he just looks at the baby like she is a pile of diamonds, making funny faces so she laughs. Lynde has his whole attention, so you decide to play host while your boyfriend falls in love with another woman.

“Can I get you guys something to drink or eat?” You wonder, looking at your guests.

Adam asks for a coffee and Tia for a glass of water, so you go to the kitchen and get that ready for them, not taking your eyes off your boyfriend’s back.

“Thanks, babe.” Tia says when you hand them their beverages, sitting on the floor between Cash and Marshall, that are looking at Tyler and the baby with curious eyes.

“Babe?” Adam asks and you and Tia laugh. “You don’t call me babe but you call (y/n) babe?” Adam sounds annoyed, but you can see through it, he is joking.

“I spend more time with her during the season than I do you.” Tia says and Adam brings his hand to his chest, looking horrified.

“Tyler, they are babes to each other and not us.” He says, but Tyler doesn’t hear him, he is extremely focused on the way Lynde has her tiny hand wrapped around one of his fingers. “We’ve lost him, girls.”

“Tyler, you know that we have to give her back?” You inquire and his head snaps right up, blushing slightly.

“Sorry, I spaced out.” He apologized, making all of you chuckle. “Do you want to hold her?” He asks you and you nod profusely, running to sit next to him on the couch and scooping the baby from his arms carefully so you don’t hurt neither of them.

You rock her between your arms, humming a random song you are making up as you go, watching Lynde as she yawns and her tiny eyes close slowly until she is fully asleep on your arms. Tyler’s hand is on your thigh, giving you small squeezes every now and then.

“Can we have one too?” He whispers and you smile, shaking your head.

“Someday.” You answer and he frowns a little. “We already have Cash and Marshall.”

“How many?” He whispers again, squeezing a little harder this time.

“How many do you want?” You answer with a question.

“At least three. Two boys and a girl. My princess.” He says and you can feel your heart fluttering inside your chest. “They all will play hockey.”

“If they want.” You add and he nods.

The conversation ends there and the four of you spend a couple hours chatting about the baby, playoffs and Tyler’s shoulder until Lynde gets a little fuzzy and Tia and Adam decide to call it a day and go back home. They pack up everything they have brought with them and we walk them to the car, helping them with all the stuff.

“Thank you for bringing her.” Tyler says, hugging Tia with his good arm.

“It’s our pleasure to bring her to see her godfather.” Adam says casually, shaking Tyler’s hand. It takes Tyler a little while to analyze his friend’s words.

“Godfather?” He repeats, his smile is so bright that he could compete against the Sun. “Do you want me to be her godfather?”

“We would love it, yeah.” Tia says.

Tyler walks to the car and leans over the carseat where Lynde is lying.

“Hello, princess.” He coos. “It’s your godfather, who is going to spoil you and love you so so much.”

Tyler is looking at his phone when you get in bed, getting your body under the covers. When you look at the screen you see pictures of giant teddy bears.

“I think that this bed would be a little crowded with that bear.” You say, wrapping your arms around his stomach and putting your head on his chest, carefully avoiding his right arm.

“It’s for Lynde.” He explains the obvious and you smile. “I’m getting her that and my jersey.”

“Of course you are.” You say, kissing a spot on his chest. “Get healthy soon.” You look at his through your lashes.

“I’m trying to.” He answers, putting his phone down and rubbing circles on the skin of your back.

“Good, because I’m going to need your help to move all my stuff here.”

I think that there was a point in time where both Mila and Yuri were pining for Otabek’s affection. And once the siblings found out about each other’s crushes, there were constant battles to the near-death. Of course, they had to be very discrete about their fighting. Like, imagine this epic montage with “One Way or Another” playing in the back:

  • Mila comes onto the ice rink with a flower she picked just for Otabek, and out of nowhere Yuri appears with this giant bouquet complete with little balloons and plushies.
  • Yuri expecting to get a ride home with Otabek on his motorcycle, but going outside with his bags just to see Mila putting on a helmet. Once she notices Yuri she promptly wraps her arms around Otabek’s waist and smiles sweetly at Yuri. This results in Yuri angrily calling Nikolai and telling him he needs a ride home, and he most definitely throws his phone at the ground after ending that call.
  • EVERY TIME the St. Petersburg gang goes out to dinner, there is ALWAYS a fight under the table between Mila and Yuri as they flank Otabek and vie for his attention. Georgi has lost count of how many times he’s been kicked (On accident, we swear Georgi), and Victor and Yuuri have had their drinks spilled across the table at least once a meal. Otabek pretends to be blissfully unaware of all the commotion.
  • Mila constantly trying to persuade Otabek to go into pair skating with her as a partner and Yuri subsequently trying to keep Otabek in Mens’ Singles to maintain their “friendly” competition.
  • Absolutely losing their minds when they think the other is getting too touchy-feely with Otabek. Constantly one-upping each other with “He told me he loves red hair!” “Well, he and I have pet names for each other!”

However, Mila notices how Otabek is when he’s with Yuri and realizes that, omg, baby brother and Beka were meant to be (and her new crush on Sara is a nice distraction), so she’s on board to try and set Otabek and Yuri up. She finally gets Otabek to fess up and tell her his feelings, and Mila makes it her mission to be the best Older Sister Matchmaker ever.

Spoiler alert: She totally won that title after she saw Otabek’s Snapchat story last night documenting his “date with Yura”. Yuri telling her all about his first kiss was some extra credit.

Anonymous said: Hello my gal! Your writing is so wonderfully fabulous, I’m in love with all of your zach imagines! I was just wondering (when you have the time) if you could do a reader x zach imagine where it’s the reader’s birthday and he organises the day doing what she loves best (pj movie day with loads of snacks) it’s my birthday on Sunday and it would be wonderful if you could :’) (only if you have the time gal!) anyways have a lovely day and I’m off to read all your other writings x

So I had some time to hurry and write this. Happy birthday, anon! Hope this is some of what you were looking for.

Originally posted by modesthijabi


“Hey, Y/N, what’s the theme this year for the big 1-8?” Sheri asks.


“Your birthday, silly!” The head cheerleader exclaims. “What are we doing?”

“Oh. Uh, I’m not actually doing anything.” Several surprised what’s sound from around the lunch table and you chuckle. “It’s not that big of a deal, guys. I just- I don’t want to do anything this year. I’ll probably just sleep in and eat junk food all day.”

“And your parents are cool with that?” Jessica wonders. “If I didn’t want to do anything, I know my Dad would still make me have dinner with the family at least.”

“Parents left on a cruise this morning,” you shrug. “They’ll be gone for two weeks.”

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The Best Birthday Present - Kino (M)

•Requested: Sub!Kino

A/N: Omg I was supposed to finish and post this on the 27th T^T well… Happy Belated Birthday to Kino! 

Man sub Kino makes me so weak I was dying writing this let me live anon. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it >.>

-Admin Kay

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

Pairing: Kino x Reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 1,849

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more suburban gothic

shadows circling the parking lot, every neon light spread jam-on-toast, chlorine-in-pool wide, brutal tire marks bruising the concrete, goodbye kisses from careless teenagers driving off in search of bigger skies, pocket lint & gummy bears, the flicker-flare of a truck U-turning off the middle of the grimacing country road before shrugging back into the balmy dark. 

cookies baking in the oven, the latest news story reports a mysterious death and four missing bodies, the tea kettle hisses like a hungry backalley animal, the chandelier swings on its own, the lights stutter & die out, your mother emerges from the kitchen with a knife and a cherry-fleshed smile, except she is not your mother. 

some nights are the beginnings of a horror movie, all the stereotypes that never go out of style, the wispy wings of cigarette smoke butterflies fluttering out of lipstick bright mouths, cold eyes in the limelight, a face in the mirror that is not your own, lovers interrupted by screams ricocheting off the walls like flower vases smashed, blood splatters in strange places. 

gutter-hearts in the grocery store, shopping for ice cream in the middle of the night, a song with a tune that is familiar to you but one that you’re sure you’ve never heard before plays soft as soda pop in the background, the gaunt clerk’s eyes seem to glow red whenever you look at him from the corner of your eye, you try not to look at him again. 

a bouquet of alienated balloons in the sky, circling the moon like something out of the most dreadful fairytale you know, the forest gnarled as a dead body against the bony moon and the monster movie sky, all shredded clouds and playground empties. 

your heart a slug crawling out of your mouth as a ghost hand reaches for you from somewhere behind you. the shriveled gaze of black-eyed children pressing their lifeless hands against your car windows begging for you to let them come home, a gun in the car compartment, jesus on the dashboard, mascara massacred cheeks, coming off your mountaintop highs and plummeting endlessly through stars that only pretend to catch your fall.

Remembrance (Bigby x Reader)

Originally posted by zaeedsmassani

“Damn.” Bibgy grumbled, tugging at the starched collar of his dress shirt. “I really wish Snow wouldn’t make such a big deal of things.”

I laughed.

“Aw, c’mon Bigby! You can’t tell me that, out of all your years spent dispensing justice in Fabletown, you’ve never once attended the Remembrance Ball?”

“Eh, dances aren’t really my thing. I’ve got two left feet: sometimes four.” He flashed a small, self-satisfied grin my way. “I still can’t believe that you’re coming to the ball. I thought for sure Cole or Snow would try to bar you from attending. Not because they don’t like you or anything! But y’know… It’s a celebration for fables and you’re… uh… not one.” Bigby looked away at the dusty elevator wall as he scratched his head, giving me a chance to look at his slicked back hair. It almost looked presentable.

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17. Parade

hey hey hey!!! Here is the next prompt, and i have no idea who it’s for!! i think i may have done this one just cause i wanted to lmaoo. anyways, i’ve never been to pride, though i really want to, so just know that i don’t know what a pride festival is like at all…

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“Sit still! You’re gonna ruin it!” Lance pokes Keith in the ribs before going back to his task.

“Aren’t you done yet?” Keith yawns, earning another poke from Lance.

“Almost! We’d be done faster if you’d just stay still, you know.” Keith groans, dropping his head back onto the back of the chair.

The brush Lance is using to paint Keith’s face is cool against his skin, and he shivers. Excitement pools in his stomach making it flutter nervously, like butterflies. It’s his first pride parade, and Lance has vowed to make it his best. So far, it really has been fun. Keith hadn’t done face painting since he was very little, and it was a nice childish feeling.

“Done! I’m going to do my own now, and then we’ll be ready to go!” Lance turns to grab his make up, then pauses. “Actually, I forgot one thing. Put these on.”

Lance tosses a bundle of clothes at Keith who catches it easily, and then looks it over warily.

“What is this?” Lance smiles mysteriously.

“Just put it on.” He makes waving motions with his hands. “Now shoo. I need silence to concentrate on my make up. It’s got to be better than Allura’s this year.”

“I’m sure it will be, babe.” Keith doesn’t see it as he leaves the room, but his last comment turned Lance a brilliant red. He finds his way into their room, and unravels the bundle Lance threw at him.

Booty shorts. Red booty shorts, with ‘GAY’ inscribed on the backside of them. Also, a tank top with the NASA symbol that says 'GAY’. Looks like Lance had a running theme. Grumbling a bit about the length of the shorts, Keith puts on the outfit. It fits him perfectly, and he can’t help but giggle. Noticing the knee-high socks strewn out by the edge of the bed, Keith picks them up and puts them on. Their rainbow colours match perfectly with the bracelets he was already wearing.

“Man, how long does it take you to change?” Lance comes in behind him, slapping Keith’s ass as he eyes him up and down. Keith blushes, as Lance’s hand had not moved from it’s place on Keith’s ass.

“Looks good, babe.” Keith’s ears turn a bit pinker, before he moves to face Lance. Lance looks just as good, with purple booty shorts and a shirt that says 'good-BI!’

“You look nice, too. Won’t the flag get hot though?” He’s talking about the huge bisexual pride flag Lance is currently using as a cape.

“Meh. It’ll be fine.” He looks Keith over again, who in turn shifts awkwardly on his feet. “You nervous?”

“Yeah, just a bit.” Keith hangs his head.

“Well, we’ll be together the entire time. Nothing to worry about.” Lance leans over and presses a kiss to Keith’s forehead.


They take Lance’s car, driving down to the parade grounds and arriving exactly on time. They see other people there, people dresses up like them, people who aren’t dressed up at all, and people who have taken dressing up to the next level.

Lance points out a babadook costume, and Keith loses it. They make sure to get a picture with the mysterious Pride-goer. Keith steers them towards a face painting and cotton candy station, where the two of them buy more cotton candy than anyone every should.

They drift father away from the crowds to a lone rainbow bouquet of  balloons, set up a great distance from all the others. Lance points to it and says it’s just like Keith. Keith isn’t very amused, telling Lance he looks like the messy rainbow covered trash bin not far from them.

“Keith! Let’s take a selfie to send to the others!” Keith nods hesitantly.

“Sure. Are we going to meet up with them later?”

“Yep! We’ll meet up with them for lunch, but we still have two hours before then!” Lance pulls out his phone, setting it to the front facing camera. “Smile!”

Lance presses the button just as Keith looks away, and he frowns. “Again!”

“If you say so.” Just as Lance presses the button, Keith presses a kiss on his cheek. After he pulls away, Keith delights in the pink flush heating Lance’s cheeks.  

“Keith!” Lance squeals, lightly touching his cheek. “One more! I can’t let you beat me like that!”

“Beat you at what? I thought you would like to be kissed?” Lance makes a frustrated sound, holding his phone up again.

“Keith!” Lance’s sharp outburst catches Keith’s attention effectively, and Keith turns to face him. Grabbing the neckline of Keith’s tank top, Lance pulls him up to meet him in a kiss. Smirking at the camera, he hits the button, capturing Keith’s stunned expression. The both melt into the kiss, and Lance blindly mashes down on the phone in attempt to get a good picture.

Pulling away, Lance bursts into a fit of giggles. Keith raises his eyebrows, confused.

“What? ’S something on my face?” Lance laughs harder at that, bending over to catch his breath.

“As a matter of fact, yeah.” Whipping out his phone he pulls up the camera app again. Lance hands the phone to his boyfriend, still chuckling.

“Lance! You got your lipstick all over me!” Keith isn’t actually all that mad, as he still has a cheeky smile on his face.

“You’re the one that messed up my lipstick!” Lance takes the phone back, staring at himself. The purple and pink lipstick from earlier has smudged all over, smeared around the edges of his mouth, and all over Keith’s face. “Oh well, it’s too late for it now!”

He peppers kisses all over Keith’s face, purposely tracking colourful lip prints everywhere. Keith scrunches up his face, bracing himself against the attack.

“Oh my god, Lance!” He’s laughing now, holding up his hands to defend himself. “That’s enough! You’ve covered me enough!”

They take one last selfie, a tribute to the aftermath of their secluded make out session. Lance suggests heading back into the crowd, after making sure Keith is okay with that, and they start back towards the different booths. Sneaking into the closest tent, the two of them find seat at the back. The view is blocked slightly, but Lance and Keith are still able to see the performance going on. A group of people on stage, presumably singing or dancing. Lance takes Keith’s hand, and squeezes, content when Keith squeezes back.

“You doin’ okay?” Lance tries to whisper, not wanting to disturb the others around them. “It’s not too much, is it?”

“It’s fine. I’m actually having a lot of fun.”

Lance looks up at Keith and is surprised to see a slow smile playing on his lips. He finds himself blushing, even though they’ve been dating for over a year. Somehow, he always manages to fall deeper in love with Keith. They hadn’t said it yet, the weight of the three little words weighing heavy on their backs. It’s not that they don’t mean it, because they really do. They’re just awkward.

Lance wants to say it, though. He means it, he really does. He loves Keith. It’s as simple as that really, but the idea of it still terrifies him. He doesn’t know what could go wrong, what could happen. But he’s willing to take that risk. Rubbing his thumb idly along the back of Keith’s hand, Lance peers at him. He looks away quickly, taking a breath.

“I love you.” He hears Keith gasp, and braces for the worst. He knows Keith, believes in him, but the fear is still there.

“Lance, Lance look at me.” Lance tilts his head back up to meet Keith’s purple-grey eyes.

“I love you too. So, so much.” Lance blushes, bright red lighting up his dark cheeks. Keith squeezes Lance’s hand once again, and the two of them share a smile. They go back to looking at the performance, only for Keith to sneak another kiss onto Lance’s cheek. They’re both glad they picked the back row.

While their friends are very confused as to why Lance and Keith are so giggly later in the afternoon, they’re still happy for the two of them. Pidge’s robot, Rover, follows all of them around during the afternoon, snapping pictures as they go. Pidge is covered in glitter, a transgender pride flag wrapped around their shoulders. Shiro and Allura are there along with everyone else, Shiro wearing an “ace dad” shirt, and Allura wearing a shirt the same colours as the lesbian flag. Hunk is there too, dressed brightly in pinks, yellows, and blues, as representation of his pansexual pride. Even Coran shows up, more rainbows than anyone could have imagined possible. Lance snickers when he sees his shirt, the one reading “we have a very gay family”.

They soon lose track of time and people start to pack up and go home, leaving one after another. As for Keith’s first Pride experience, he’d say it was the best anyone could ask for. After all, he couldn’t ask for a boyfriend better than Lance.

honestly tbh taz fandom right now, w/ all the stuff abt taako giving kravitz cpr, is really funny to me bc like, i know cpr. i got re-certified just back in october. and let me tell you, the rescue breaths (which are not actually sexy, either) are not the most important part of cpr. the most important part is the chest compressions, and if you’re doing it right, you’re slamming the palms of your overlapped hands straight down on their chest, hard, thirty times in a row. it’s quite possible to break ribs doing this! 

im definitely not trying to rag on anybody tho, im just saying i think it’d be way funnier if you had taako performing cpr on kravitz and then later visiting him in the hospital and bringing a whole bouquet of custom printed helium balloons that all say “Sorry I Broke One Of Your Ribs, But In My Defense, You Were Dying And I Made You Not Die”.

Tomorrow is my 30th birthday and I’m going to go to a friend’s wedding shower and pick up a balloon bouquet I got for myself and flowers that my girlfriend sent me and have dinner with my family incl. all my in-town nephews and I’m going to tie a balloon to the youngest one and watch him run around trying to charm the cats. (I forget if I mentioned, this week my sister in law sent us a video where she asks him, “Where do you want to go?” and he says “GAW-LA-GER. GRAMMA. KITTY!”)

When i was a little kid I used to dream of being in my 30s. I always wanted to grow up. Being an adult was when you got to choose where you lived, what you ate, who you spent time with, what you got to do. Even when I was eight, I dreamed so hard of being settled in my career with a spouse and family, able to right some of the wrongs I saw in the world and make art that mattered.

Getting here has been so hard–and between mental illness and the economy, I’m not nearly as settled, married, or fecund as I’d like to be–but you know the fuck what, I’m happy to be here anyway.


“I was always the quiet, overweight, nose in a book person in high school. So people assumed I was a push-over.
There were a couple of girls (I’m gonna call them Jenny and Krissy) that always harassed me, especially when I would walk home from school. (Once, the two of them jumped me, broke my nose, ruined my book and stole my coat. Having the cops called on them for assault and theft didn’t stop them from harassing me, so I got clever.
First, a subtle rumor that Krissy was trying to get with Jenny’s boyfriend. While that was starting to gain momentum, I planted another rumour that Krissy was pregnant by some kid at the alternate high school. (That one failed, because most of the guys at the alt school let it be known they wouldn’t do Krissy because her father would shoot them.). But I was able to keep the boyfriend one smouldering, and finally had a chance to drive it home. The boy’s birthday came around, so I had a bouquet of balloons sent to him at the school with a note ‘from Krissy’, saying something like she couldn’t wait til Saturday, and she was gonna let him drive her little red corvette, or something just as hokey and “risque”, at least to my 14 year old mind.
Sadly, I didn’t get to see it, (and this was so long before cell phones and digital cameras were even a thought I feel like an antique) but Jenny body checked Krissy into the lockers right before 5th period and the two got in to what was described as one of the best fights in school history.
Krissy and Jenny both continued to talk shit to me, but separately, and when it was me against just the one of them, I could defend myself, and I actually have to give them credit for helping me develop my sarcasm.”

My Libra sun, Libra moon, Taurus rising self: *clutching a bouquet of giant colorful balloons while skipping through a field of daisies, the light warming my face* Love is beautiful! I deserve to be with someone that makes me happy!

My Scorpio venus: *clawing out of the ground from hell, torching all the balloons with a flamethrower* not today not ever, pal

Eleven loves balloons and every so often, Mike will stop at the florist’s on his way over to the Hopper’s, not for flowers, but for a bouquet of colourful balloons, which he proceeds to tie to his handlebars and deliver to El, loving the way her eyes light up every single time. The small, soft kiss he gets on the cheek is really just a bonus.