So I just finished re-reading “Where There’s Smoke” by Stoney for the first time in a while and it instantly reminded me why I love that story so much. Its so so so good - everything about it is letter perfect. I could happily spend days lost in this world.
Its the best combination of this:
with a little of this thrown in:
If you haven’t read this one, go read it now. If you’ve already read it, go read it again. You won’t be sorry.
I love my fiance dearly, and he did a great job cleaning the kitchen and bathroom while I did the shopping this morning, but I just found my shea butter in the fridge and I spent like ten minutes laughing before explaining what moisturizing is.
So I’m looking at Malec pictures and I shout, “Ugh I love my gays!” and there’s a moment of silence coming from the kitchen until I hear my mom groan and my grandma was like, “What’d she say?” and my mom was like, “she loves her gays.” and I’m sitting over here expecting for my grandma to break into a full blown homophobic rant until I hear her yell back, “Gays for days!”
I literally spit out my drink and she’s been chanting it now for the past 15 fucking minutes.