dolce larson

This mother’s day, Julian took two incredibly shaky steps out of bed to personally hand his mother a sunflower and to greet her a happy mothers day. She thinks it’s the best present she’s ever had.

He honestly doesn’t understand why she was crying. A - she doesn’t cry, she shouldn’t cry, her botox will be ruined. B - it was barely even steps. At best it was dragging one foot before the other slightly over the floor.

She cried and hugged her baby boy anyway.

I live a Dolce Larson and Michelle Wright appreciated life.

Can we all just agree that while all Wright’s are BAMFs, the Larson’s are BAMFD (BadAssMotherFuckingDivas) who are going to take over the world by storm?

Especially since Dolce and Michelle would be able to bond over being the only two women able to put Senator Wright in place among other things regarding future family wait whut? :3

Jogan is going to have hilarious family reunions.

Family reunion - Jogan drabble

“Mr. Wright.”

“Miss Larson.”

“I hope you realize that this is a small truce we are having.”

“Yes. One we will maintain as long as your son and mine keep seeing one another.”

Marrying, Mr. Wright! There is a difference!”

“Nevermind. I’m sure this occasion will be short lived. I know it took me some time for me to accept my son’s…sexuality, but to find companionship in that kind of person…”

“And what kind of person are you trying to call my son?”

“I’m just saying, my son could so so much better than him!”

“Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Are they at it again?”

“Apparently so.”

“Remind me again why we keep on inviting our parents to these ocasions?”

“Because we want to show them we can do crap they failed at.”

“I take it that my mother’s hatred towards your father has nothing to do with it?”

“You know I love to piss my father off…”

“Wonder how they’ll react once we tell them about the surrogate mother…”

“Guess we’ll have to tell them at the next family reunion.”

Logan!

Episode 27: Dolce and Travis Scene.

Silence ensued for a few seconds. 

“Julian…what?!”

“You heard right, Travis.” She shook her head tiredly, not wanting to explain the situation all over again. 

“…God…”

Dolce frowned, stopping dead in her tracks. That’s all you’re going to say? “Well? Can’t you at least show up?!”

The director sounded strained. “I’m stuck in England! What do you expect me to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know…fly here, perhaps?” She shot back angrily, her grip on the phone tightening.

“You think you’re all that, Dolce-”

That was it. “This. Is not about us.” She fumed. “This is about Julian, and he needs us. Now.”

Her voice remained steady and laced with fury while she leaned against the hospital wall and blinked back tears that threatened to fall.

Her ex-husband was left speechless at her sudden outburst. “…I…”

She didn’t want to give him another chance to explain, though. She’d had enough.

Before he could respond properly, she whispered fiercely, "…Fine. Continue being a lousy father.“

"No, Dolce, wait-”

But no way was she going to wait.

The actress hung up and tossed her phone back into her handbag without hearing the rest of the sentence. Of all times to be in England…she pushed herself off the wall and straightened her back, sighing. Wasn’t she glad that this was an empty corridor; the paparazzi’d give her hell for even looking like this.

But her son was in the hospital. Couldn’t she just be a normal mother for once?

“Can’t I…?” She murmured to herself, running a hand through her long hair, biting her trembling lip. 

Fuck you, Travis. Our son needs us, but for now…

She took a deep breath.

…it’s just me.

And she strode off, mask back in place, round the corner and back into the waiting room.