i love my silly family

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#i just want to know if the way she pushes his hair out of the way is something talia probably did for them as children #some sort of comforting small touch to make them feel better when they felt sick #or was it just instinct for cora to touch her brother in a very simple but comforting way because he needed it or maybe she needed it #to make sure her brother was okay #im just very emotional and i wish they would have explored their relationship more

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Snow Day 

I consider it no small miracle that my job allows me to work from home when necessary… 

We’re snowed in today, so my wife and I spent some time playing with our daughters during my lunch break. (Our son wanted nothing to do with the cold.) 

We may be snowed in for a few days, so I’m hoping we can stay this cheerful for a while. 

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When your dog has those moments that are beyond blonde! You love them even more for it.

(Love you Holly 25/10/01 - 06/09/15)

anonymous asked:

My family is very religious (we're christians) and I totally agree with the "love others do your thing worship God pray etc, etc" but itS SO FRUSTRATING. BECAUSE MY ENTIRE. FAMILY. IS. SO. RACIST. AND. HOMOPHOBIC. AND SEXIST. AND I JUST grr i love my family but they just make our religion seem silly by the way they react to people who believe different things than us. how can i get them to stop acting this way without getting a lecture or a roll of the eyes and a "It's just a joke!!" ??? thanks!

Tell your racist patronizing family to fuck off if they can’t respect your request to be decent human beings around you.

‘ye shall receive’ in which will tries to help cole move on. walton/wole friendship, and colton if you squint.

“I know it’s rough, bro, but you can’t keep acting like this.”

Its two in the morning and the four of them are sitting in their studio. Cole is holding a notepad in his hands, trying desperately to finish the song he and Will are writing. Dalton and Will made a far better team on this and everyone knew it, but it was really starting to take it’s toll on Cole that nothing sounded good enough to succeed the previous written line.

Will shot Dana a warning glance at his remark and scooted a little bit closer to Cole.

Dana either didn’t see the glare or didn’t mind it, for his next words were “You’re acting like he just broke up with you.”

“Dana!” Will scolded, reaching out to touch Cole’s leg, a touch with he almost timidly accepted.

“He’s having a rough time,” Gabe seconded, his normally warm gaze icy. “It’s only been a week. Don’t talk to him like that.”

His gaze flicked downwards, and upon discovering the time, he asked, “You guys wanna call it a night? You can come crash with me if you wanna.”

Dana spoke around a yawn. “That sounds good. You two coming?”

Will eyed Cole with almost paternal concern before making his choice. “We’ll catch up to you, if that’s cool.”

Their bandmates gone, and things even quieter than they had been, a chilling silence filtered the air between the two boys. Cole’s eyes were fixated on the paper, Will’s roaming around the room as the stillness became awkward. Awkward as it was, it wasn’t unexpected; Will and Cole had been with one another almost constantly the whole week, and Cole barely spoke the whole time. On occasion, he would call his friend and not say a word.

“Why?”

Will’s head whipped to face Cole, hopeful and encouraged by the rare opportunity to hold a conversation with his friend. He did not speak, waiting eagerly to hear Cole again. When he did not, Will sullenly prompted him; “Why what?”

“I know he’s in a better place now, but..I know Hunter needs him but…And I know this is where he wants to be, and he’s gonna be a lot better off…but…”

“But?” Will encouraged gently.

“But doesn’t he realize how much I-we need him too?”

Will, mildly startled by the rapidness of the acceleration of Cole’s tone, did not let his fear or emotion show. He was, and needed to remain, Cole’s rock. “It almost sounds like we are mourning a death,” he observed.

“That’s how it feels, too.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Cole cast him a misty-eyed glance. “What more’s there to say?”

Will nodded understandingly. “Do…do you wanna talk to him?”

“No!” Cole cried immediately, and only become aware by the fact that he had screamed by the soreness of his throat.

Will was entirely unconvinced. “I think you do,” he countered, wiping a stray tear from Cole’s cheek with his thumb. “And I think it’d be good for you.”

Cole offered him a weak smile, which Will immediately returned. “Should we wait till morning?”

“I don’t know if I can,” the older boy confessed, “but I don’t know if I can now, either.”

“Don’t worry,” Will soothed, offering him his phone. “I won’t move.”

Something about that, that promise, those words, struck something within Cole, and he murmured something under his breath, from which Will picked out the phrase “like him.”

And then he was dialing.

A ring. Two rings. Three rings.

“Will?”

“Hey Dalton,” Cole greeted in forced cheeriness.

“Cole! What are you doing up?”

Cole searched himself for an excuse. “I-Will and I are writing a song. And I…I was wondering if you could help.”

There was a moment of horrid silence in which Will seized Cole’s hand reflexively, trying to brace him for whatever answer he was going to receive. Cole had meant it as an excuse, but the reality was, he really did need an extra hand. For a brief moment he let himself believe that Dalton would enthusiastically write the rest of the song, and that he’d realize how much he missed them all, and hurry straight back to them and-

“Cole, I…I can’t.”

Several things happened at once. Will barely held in a horrified gasp that emitted from his lips like a squeak, Cole’s eyes became alight with fresh tears, and Will’s grip on his friend became tight.

“Why?” Cole croaked again. “Why?”

“I want to, I do. But it’s not-I can’t-”
Cole’s anguish sharply turned to anger. “No. No excuses. I get it. You don’t want to help me. Kindly stop embarrassing yourself and be quiet.”

“Cole,” Dalton heard Will whisper-shout, “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes,” Cole snapped back. “Yeah, Will, I kinda do.” And with that, he thrust the phone into Will’s hands and slammed his notebook onto the coffee table, sending his pen rolling haphazardly to the floor. Dalton, bones wracking with guilt, was about to end the call when a voice ordered him not to.

“Don’t hang up,” Will demanded a second time, voice firm but still as gentle as Dalton remembered. “Please.”

Dalton said nothing, but he remained on the line. Confused, irate and hurt, he could not find words for his old friend. And then it was Will’s turn to snap.

“How could you treat your friend that way?” he asked, the lightness of his voice replaced by anger. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

“You don’t understand-”

“Don’t I?”

Dalton heaved a sigh, and Will heard the beginnings of grief in the exhale. “I want to help. Please, believe me. But I can’t.”

Cole slumped over a pillow on the couch; Will, no longer able to hold his hand, put his palm against Cole’s ankle instead, a questioning look on his face. Cole, despite confusion over the oddness of the gesture, was touched nevertheless. Despite his own irritation over Dalton’s refusal, Will was determined not to get angry at him. “Why can’t you?” he inquired patiently.

“Will, I’m with another band now, and-”

“Please don’t lie. I know that’s not the whole reason,” Will countered, instantly regretting it. However, Dalton didn’t close up on him like Will had feared, instead confessing,

“It’d hurt too much.”

At this, Will blurted out, “Hurt him too much? You’re really worried about hurting Cole too much?”

“No, that’s not-”

“I heard you tell him you love him a few months before you left,” Will continued, to which Cole’s eyes bulged. “And I also I heard you two that night in the studio, and the one after that and after that.”

“What night in the studio?” was the meek defense.

“Don’t play stupid. And before you ask, no, Dana and Gabe don’t know, I’d never tell them something like that.” Beside him, Cole, beet red, gave a small sigh of relief. “And now you’re gone, and you expect that you can possibly bring Cole lower?”

“That is not what I’m fucking trying to say!”

Will’s ears rang. In his life he’d heard that word escape Dalton’s lips more times than he could count, but never once like this.

“I’m trying to say it’d hurt me too much. I loved him, and I probably always will, but he and I aren’t meant to sing together. And I can’t let either of us think it can be like that again.”

Will buried his face in his free hand. “When you broke up with us, was it about all of us or just about Cole?”
“Cole and I broke up because I was going back to Texas. I broke up with all of you because I was going back to Texas.”

“But…you still love us?” Will asked in disbelief.

“How could I not?”

“But you won’t take us, any of us, back, will you?”

Dalton let out a low groan. “There’s one of you I’d take back, yeah.”

Will smiled at Cole, and Cole smiled back. “We all miss you,” he confessed quietly. “Especially Cole.”

“Someday, somehow, I’ll come back for him,” Dalton promised, a little sleepily. “For now, please take care of him.”

A bit quieter than that of Will’s, he heard Cole say, “He is.”

And when they hung up, Cole sat up to lay his head in his hands. It was eerily silent again.

“You are amazing,” Cole breathed after a long while, exhaustion graveling his already hoarse voice. “I don’t really thank you enough for being strong enough for the both of us.”

Will shrugged simply. “Well, you’re my family, silly. I love you,” he informed Cole like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Not a whole lot I wouldn’t do for you. Try and get your boyfriend back? Check. Share Chobani and/or Nutella? No.”

Cole chuckled. “You’re great, man.”

Will patted his knee. “I know.”