“Join a fandom,” they said. “It will be one of the best things you’ve ever done,” they said.
They ended up being right.
My family and I are vacationing in Disney World this week, a resort that just happens to be minutes away from where these two girls live (for protection of their privacy, they’ve asked me not to tag their blogs on this post). After talking to them for months online and over FaceTime, we decided that it was finally time to meet, and where better to do that than at the happiest place on earth? Elation doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt seeing them in person for the first time, but that’s evident in this video… Ethan and Grayson have given me so many gifts, both in themselves and in the amazing girls I’ve grown close with over the course of being in this huge family. I can never repay those boys for making this day even a possibility, let alone a reality. I’ll be pinching myself forever.
She couldn’t even fathom the idea of being someone without any mental health problems. Bella Santiago, a person without anxiety? Not realistic. Bella getting her shit together and trying to live with the pain life has given her? Unheard of. Letting go of the past? Don’t know her. Bella falling carelessly in love with a person who genuinely feels the same way and also cares about her well-being? Not possible… except it actually is.
Fic Request. “OKAY BUT READER, ETHANS GF, GETS LINKS TO THE FERGILICIOUS VIDEO AND SO SHE BEGS HIM TO DO IT SO HE DOES AND SHE’S BEHIND THE CAMERA FREAKING OUT AND IT KEEPS MAKING ETHAN LAUGH SO HE HAS TO START OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN AND IT JUST KIND OF ENDS IN A MAKEOUT SESH BECAUSE READER WONT SHUT UP ABOUT HOW CUTE HE IS”
(Y/T/N)- Your Twitter Name
“@(Y/T/N) you need to get Ethan to do this!”
“Please convince him to remake the video!”
“I’m begging you! Get him to remake the vid!”
The Tweets and messages flowed in like a flood. Complete with pleas and beggings from your boyfriend’s audience, plus a link to a very old video. As soon as you clicked play, your eyes lit up and you were running up to the office where Ethan was editing. “Ethan!” You cried as you rushed over to him. “I have an idea for your 1st of April video.” “Oh yeah? Let’s hear it,” He replied, his gaze still on the computer in front of him. You positioned the phone in front of Ethan’s face and pressed play.
“Listen up, y'all, ‘cause this is it-”
“Noooooooo!” Ethan slapped the phone out of your hand. Slamming a finger onto the screen to pause it. “No! That is not happening!” “Please, please, please!” You begged, wrapping your arms around him. “It’ll be so funny to see you do it!” “I’m not singing to that damn song,” Ethan grumbled irritably. You squeezed his shoulders, shaking him gently. “Come on, baaabe. It’ll be fun!” You whined. “Everyone wants to see it.” He crossed his arms and shook his head, “Nope. Never! I refuse!”
“I hate you,” He snapped, only half angry. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” You couldn’t stop the massive smile that crawled across your face as you stood behind the camera. He sat down and had the laptop on with his old video up and sighed. Ethan’s eyes set on you standing behind the camera, “You are so not going to watch me do this.” “Oh I so am,” You replied with a chuckle. “I’m not missing this for the world.” “You can watch it when I’m done!” Ethan half yelled. “Nope, I’m staying here!” You stubbornly sat your ass on the chair behind you. Crossing your arms and smiling when he groaned. “Fine, but if you laugh I’m throwing you out.” He mumbled, fixing his hair before starting the recording. When the music started and Ethan began to sing, it took all of your strength not to burst into a fit of giggles. His mouth moved fluently with the lyrics, his body gently moving to the music. You were able to contain your laughter for a few moments, but as soon as Ethan did the “ I blow kisses” your body shook with stifled laughter. Ethan’s eyes flickered to you for a half of a second and his mouth curled in a smile and his lips fumbled with the words. “Goddamn it, (Y/N)!” Ethan laughed, pausing the video. “That was adorable!” You blurted through your giggles. “Oh my God!” Ethan shook his head, flicking his hair in annoyance.
More than once Ethan blurted out with laughter because of your grinning face. Especially when the chorus came on and then Ethan motioned lifting weights. He sighed, only a little annoyed. Your giggles were making him smile too much to concentrate. “Go get a paper bag or something,” He joked as he restarted everything. “No, you’ll lock me out!” You said. “I promise I’ll hold on. I won’t laugh.” “You said that six takes ago!” Ethan exclaimed. “One more time, and if you laugh, I’ll get Tyler to carry you out.” You nodded, seating yourself down on the chair and holding onto the sides. Ethan managed to get through the whole song without looking at you and you got through most of the recording without so much as giggling. But when the song started on the final minute and Ethan started bobbing his head, you found it very difficult to control yourself. You started grooving behind the camera, silently dancing to the music. Shimming and crumbing as Ethan wiggled his shoulders and weaved his arms about. Just as the song came to a close, Ethan burst out laughing as you stood and started waving your hips in a ridiculous fashion. “I was so close!” He howled. “No, you’re so out of here!” Ethan launched himself at you as you crumpled with laughter. You tried to scramble away but Ethan grabbed hold of your waist and spun you around to face him. You squealed when his fingers dug into your hips, making you cry out and swat at him. He drowned out your giggles with a kiss, ignoring the “is everything ok”’s from outside the door. “Now, get out of here before I do something else to keep you quiet,” Ethan winked, slapping your ass as he nudged you towards the door.
“ I don’t want to preach today, instead I just wanna talk to you, about a word we don’t hear much anymore. Sacrifice. It’s not what I would call a modern word. People hear the word sacrifice, and they become afraid that something will be taken away from them or that they will have to give up something they couldn’t live without. Sacrifice, to them, means loss in a world telling us we could have it all. But I believe true sacrifice is a victory. That’s because it requires free will to give up something for someone you love, or something or someone you love more than yourself. I won’t lie to you. It’s a gamble. Sacrifice won’t take away pain and loss, but it wins the battle against bitterness, the bitterness that dims the light on all of the true value in our lives.”