i'm just very emotional now

Listen, listen. The fact Eliot Spencer’s response to Parker being upset and asking if they could kill the guy who upset her was a shrug and, “Yeah. I mean, I could.” will never, ever not be important to me.

You know, I’m just sitting here watching ‘Spring Day’ for like the 1000th time, and I’m just thinking back to 'No More Dream’ and honestly I am so proud of them and how far they have become as artists and individuals. I’m just so proud of all their hardwork! I’m proud of Army, you all helped them do this with your love and support! 💜💜💜💜

chinaer  asked:

why do u call mi marido a plush

Because he’s thick and soft and strong and fancy but also heady and robust and LUSH and damp and FULL BODIED and VERDANT and NEBULAELIKE AND HE’S JUST THE SOFTEST YET STRONGEST and BEST AND MOST EXTRAVAGANT while also being FUN AND SQUISHY AND LOVELY anad just….

Honestly because it sounds RIGHT to me.  Jin is just Plush he’s the most PLUSHWONDERFUL ANYTHING in the ENTIRE universe pretty much, and also because it just makes sense in my mind and very few things do.  

ALso this

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                              I… came to Seidou to find the place where I belong.
                                 Please don’t disappoint me… Miyuki-senpai.
                                                    Interesting! I like you!

LISteN WHAT THE HELL CROWFERI IS SO O GAY LIKE WHY DOESNT ANYONE APPRECIATE IT LIKE IM LITERALLY TEARING UP I MEAN FERID TURNED CROWLEY INTO VAMPIRE BC HE WANTS TO SPEND FOREVER WITH HIM AS AN EQUAL AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT HE WANTS CROWLEY TO ONLY FOCUS ON HIM LIKE THATS SO GAY I MEAN I KNOW ITS ABUSIVE AND HORRID BUT AFTER 800 YRS I DONT REALLY THINK IT MATTERS??? I MEAN I KNOW TJE WHOLE “I just wanted a friend” THING IS LIKE BULLSHIT BUT I THINK THERES A GENUINE PART OF THAT THATS TRUE BC FERID HARDLY TALKS OR SPENDS TIME WITH ANYONE ELSE AND BOY DO I CRY WHY DO I HAVE TO LIKE THESE GARBAGE CANS!!!!

parkingsons  asked:

❛ better get your dad jokes ready. ❜

Brent was quick to place a finger over his lips when Valentina entered the room after a soft knock, gesturing toward the bed with his head. Barbara was finally sleeping for the first time since she had been fully dilated and the nurse would be coming in with Beau to nurse in a couple of hours. He wanted her to get as much rest as she could in the meantime. He stood from the chair and helped his sister place the various gifts that she was carrying onto the counter. Leave it to Valentina to come bearing teddy bears, balloons, flowers and a large box of chocolates. It was a wonder that she had been able to carry it all up to the Labor and Delivery Unit. 

Beckoning his sister to follow him back into the hallway of the maternity ward, he spoke once he had carefully shut the door. “The baby’s in the intensive care nursery.” Before Valentina could fret too much, he assured, “He’s fine, but there was a bit of abnormality with his heart rate so they wanted to keep an eye on his vitals for the first 24 hours.” The new parents had been assured that it was nothing to be too concerned about and that after that period, he could stay in the room with them in a warmer until Barbara and the baby were released to go home. 

He had only made a handful of calls once the baby was born. One to Valentina, another to Ruben, and then the rest to his cousins that he knew would want to hear the announcement from him. “We can go see him, if you want, since it’s still visiting hours.”

Valentina quirked up a brow, shining grin in place. “Is that even a question? What are we wasting time for?”  

Nodding as an acquiesce, Brent started down the path to the nursery. He was tired and ought to try and sleep himself, but there was a swell in his chest cavity that expanded throughout him, an adrenaline that was keeping him awake and aware of the enormity of it all. 

Waving his wrist over the sensor in front of the nursery’s door, his identification band was recognized and the lock clicked. Once they were inside, Brent headed straight to the sink to began washing his arms all the way up to his elbows. He waited for Valentina to do the same before he guided her over to a corner of the room. There were units lined up all along the room, newborns that were being fed or having routine tests run on. The one in front of them was sleeping, a light shining on him to keep him warm, swaddled up tight in a blue blanket. “Valentina,” His gaze kept focused on the baby as he spoke quietly to his sister, finding it difficult to tear his attention away. “I’d like you to meet Beau.”

“Beau?” Valentina repeated as she peered into the warmer, awe coloring her tone. 

“Mm. Barbara wanted to stick to the B scheme. Beau Griffiths.” It was a nice sounding name, pleasant in his mouth when he spoke it. There was none of the harshness that existed in Brent’s own name. It was fitting for the softer upbringing that Brent wished to provide for his son. Severing him from the Nott name was a good decision. It didn’t make Beau any less his son any more than Brent bearing Richard’s name in both his middle and last name had made Richard his father. It went beyond biology, Brent was beginning to learn. From this day forward, Brent had already made the decision that he wold only call Richard Nott by his name, not by Father as he had all his life. Richard was not deserving of the title and Brent couldn’t know if he was yet either, but if the first gift he could present his son with was freedom from expectation then he could only hope he was off to a decent start. 

Brent reached into the pod, gingerly lifting up the baby and positioning him so that his head was in the being supported by the crook of his arm. He then turned to Valentina in indication that he could pass Beau off to her. 

“He’s so small,” Valentina commented before opening up her arms, Brent settling the baby against her. As his sister began to cradle the baby and coo at him, Brent’s shoulders sagged with an ease that he hadn’t expected to wash over him. There was still a trace of apprehension, of uncertainty, but he wasn’t alone. 

He had a family. Small as it may be, its significance outweighed any other aspect of his life, far beyond his incoming N.E.W.T. scores that would determine his future career pursuits. 

“You and I are going to be best buds,” Valentina assured her nephew, little eyelids fluttering open and a tiny arm stretching outward, mouth opening up in a yawn. There was a fluttering, then, that bubbled out of Brent’s own mouth in a fond chuckle. “And I’m going to spoil you so hard and I’ll read you all the best books…” 

As his sister prattled on to the newborn who couldn’t even begin to comprehend what she was saying, Brent’s visage softened and he swallowed thickly. The future seemed to stretch in front of him in that instance, bright and hopeful. 

Valentina turned her eyes to her brother with a devious smile. “Better get your dad jokes ready.”

He was far from known for his humor and they both knew it. “I think I’ll leave those to you. You will be his favorite aunt, after all. It only seems fitting that you make him laugh.” 

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OTRA London & RD Update

I’m not sure where to even begin with this update. I traveled from Los Angeles and arrived in London the day before the first show. I spent my entire time in London surrounded by the amazing people of Rainbow Direction and had the best time of my life. 

The first show was probably my favorite show I’ve been to. The technical difficulties really made it an interesting show and I loved seeing the professionalism of these gentlemen as they navigated a concert even with the issues! That night I got quite a few hateful looks and even had someone approach me and say “Oh, you’re one of those, are you? A Larry.” It was a great teaching moment though because I got to explain to this person that representing the LGBTQ+ community at a concert had nothing to do with the boys and everything to do with ensuring people felt safe and secure. The person huffed off but I hope I was able to educate them. 

I was right beside B-stage on both of my nights and had a lot of great interactions with everyone (except Niall, who seemed to be quite focused on people in the stands, especially a guy who kept stripping his shirt off on night three!). 

The third night I got amazingly lucky and was able to go again. This is a night I will always remember, not only because of another great meetup with Rainbow Direction (I swear these meetups were the best part of my entire trip!) but because I was able to get one of the beaded rainbow hearts on the b-stage! All of the boys saw it as they walked by it. The next night of shows photos were taken of a beaded rainbow heart on stage. Whether it is the one I threw or not doesn’t really matter to me as much as the fact that we were able to get recognition and representation of the community. 

The third night was full of greatness for me. Many of the people around me that night were either in the LGBTQ+ community and/or knew of Rainbow Direction so I had some great conversations with people who wanted to share either their coming out stories with me or just stories of their fears and insecurities about being themselves. It was so rewarding and I was so honored to be able to share stories with these lovely people and listen to their experiences. I also gave away a beaded heart to a girl who told me she had been afraid to represent herself until she had seen me and a few of the other Rainbow Direction people wearing rainbows. She put the heart on her chest so proudly as she walked back to her seat. I cried like a little baby! 

I also had a lot of people wanting to take photos with me with the rainbow flag that Linda let me borrow. One girl approached me with tears in her eyes and said thank you for being so bold. I guess I don’t consider myself bold but that night I realized that there are many people who haven’t had the experience I have. They either aren’t out or they are but suffered great loss from it. I can’t express the joy I experienced that night sharing stories with people and sharing Rainbow Direction with people who were desperate for a safe place to go and express themselves. 

I love this organization and everything it stands for. The service Rainbow Direction provides will never be able to be put into words. And I got to see that first hand from the faces of the people who were so excited that they were being represented and who may have not had a safe place anywhere besides the floor of that concert. I am so honored to be a part of such a great group of people and I can’t wait to see what comes next!