i'm still so happy he won

Can you believe Salvador exists? A guy with a heart defect that can kill him whenever he is excited, beautiful voice, full of love, who suffers a lot but still cares about other people, risks his life just to be happy about his sister singing instead of him winning an international contest, he can’t dance during his performances so instead he moves his hands  with so much passion you can actually feel what he feels, a guy who sometimes can’t smile or laugh too hard but still tries to make everyone as happy as possible, prepared a speech about helping refugees but didn’t prepared a speech about one of the biggest prizes he has won until now, knows to speak four lenguages fluently and learned Ukranian just to thank people, who sings songs about being happy with yourself and letting people love you just the way you are, a guy who has a multilingual album so he can spread as many love as he can. Like…can you believe it?


I’m so freaking happy for my babies. They won. I can’t I’m still so shook and trying to stop myself for crying again. I knew this was their time. Jonghyun was so shook you could tell from his face that he couldn’t believe it. I hope he knows that he’s been an amazing leader to them and to LO/\E. I’m just so proud and happy right now.

Finally the time has come. I’m gonna go cry again.

kalyflower123  asked:

If you were the creator of descendants 3 describe how you would develop Harry and uma's relationship

I feel some pressure lol…like it’s written in my description i love drama and angst..so prepare yourself!

Sooo in d2 Uma used Mal’s spell book and put a spell on Ben, then thanks to Mal and all the thing we’ve all seen the spell was broke! But in d3 we discover that in reality what Mal did was not enough to break the spell, so Uma, that had already understood it in d2 “you didn’t think this was the end, did you?”, makes a new plan. At Auradon Ben and Evie are collaborating to try and bring as many kids as possible from this isle, as Evie asked him in d2, so Uma decides to use her still little influence she has on Ben and, thanks to the spell, Ben decides to bring Uma too from the isle with the other kids. The problem is that she has to go alone and leave behind her crew, Gil and Harry. Harry is not happy about it at all and when Uma announces it, he cant bring himself to be happy for her. Uma is a bit disappointed by his reaction and so they end up fighting, because Uma thinks that he is jealous of her when in reality he is just very scared for her and cant think of her alone without him to protect her. Uma still goes alone anyway, Harry on the isle starts to think about his feelings for her and also Uma realizes her feelings for him too while being in Auradon, away from what she cares the most. After realizing their feelings, their reactions are differents: Uma is mad at herself because she sees them as an obstacle, as she keeps thinking about him and the way she left him instead of the plan; on the other hand Harry realizes that he has to help her, so he makes a plan to go to Auradon. Long story short, Harry manages to go to Auradon, at first Uma is mad but deep down very glad, but they dont have time to think about feelings…they fight with the other 4vks and win. Uma is very happy and proud, but still has some doubts about her feelings, but Harry makes her realize that they won because they were together…and they live happily ever after!!!

(I’m sorry if it doesnt make sense or it sucks, but probably both)

  • me: if yuuri had beat yurio, he would have retired after the GPF, though not necessarily happily. the way he was looking at yurio while watching his performance made it clear that he was still torn about the decision. but since he won silver he's determined to complete another season, and he gets to do so without worrying that he's taking viktor away from something he loves. plus the gap between yuuri and yurio was so small that they practically tied anyway. so ultimately, yurio winning was a good thing
  • also me: yuuri deserved to win, he deserved it so much, he worked so hard and I love him and he DESERVED-

nico and lewis celebrating when lewis won and nico got his first podium is honestly the saddest thing ever now because lewis literally drops everything he’s holding, nico just stands there waiting for him and they proper hug and jump about and they just look so happy for one another and now i don’t think we’ll ever have that again rip.

Heartwarming (Vikklan one-shot)

Oh my God, do you know how long it took me to write this with a hurting hand? The things I do for you guys…:3

I have soooo many ideas to write down but I can’t right now :( besides having an inflamed hand I’m sick too, so that sucks :( (by soooo many ideas I mean a bunch of Vikklan one-shots, a Poofless one-shot plus I need to develop the storyline for my Pack fanfic…)

And I’m still terrible at coming up with titles…

Also, sorry if this is terrible, I was kinda tired when I wrote the ending

One more thing: just imagine Vikk in Lachlan’s jumper, with the sleeves properly rolled down *-* so cute, OMG, someone gotta make me a fanart of that!

Pairing: Vikklan

Setting: How to Minecraft

Word count: 3170 (ohmygod, that’s a lot)

‘Race you to the top!’, Lachlan screamed, dashing up the nearby hill with a headstart.

Vikk couldn’t catch up, so the Australian won their little race.

'I’m the king of the hill!’, he screamed as his friend reached the top too 'Hey, get off me hill!’

With that he pushed the other gently, but forcefully enough to make him stumble backwards and roll a few feet away in the soft grass.

'Hey, rude!’, Vikk laughed, still lying on the ground.

He quieted after a while, just smiling to himself and loving his life a whole lot. He cherished the moment, like he always did when they were like this with Lachlan, when they were so immature and happy and carefree, when it was just the two of them, hidden from the eyes of everyone else. Those were the moments when Vikk felt like he was free to love the Aussie as much as he did, more than a friend, even though it was not the case.

They were exploring, but for no apparent reason. They weren’t in need of any rare materials and there were barely any unexplored chunks within the world border at the moment. Still, going exploring together seemed like an unquestionably great idea to both of them as it gave them an opportunity to spend some time together without having any responsibilities. Because Lachlan loved Vikk too – whether romantically or not, it wasn’t clear for the Brit - and whenever they did something together, it was always just the best of times for the both of them.

Vikk finally got up and started walking towards his friend, causing him to be loud again.

'I’m the king, you’re a peas’, you stay down there!’, he joked.

'Aaaaawwwww…can’t we be kings together, plz?’

'Hmmmm….’, the blonde took his time to think 'Y'know what? That sounds cool, let’s be kings together.’, with that he reached out his hand and pulled him next to him.

The other laughed, but silenced when he looked further behind his friend.

'Lachlan, look over there!’

'Wha…?’, he turned around, confused 'Oh my God, yes!’, he exclaimed when he realised that there was a snow biome on the other side of the hill 'Let’s go there!’

'The last one there is a zombie pigman!’, Vikk screamed, running down the hill, getting his rematch.

'Nuuuuu that’s not fair!’, the Australian whined.

The other just laughed and jumped over the river separating the two biomes and landing on the ice, finishing first that time around. Lachlan ran to the shore, coming to an abrupt stop, being reluctant about jumping over the water and onto the ice.

'Come on, little Lachy! We don’t have all day!’

'I don’t know mate, how did you jump this?’

'It’s easy, just get some momentum.’

'Yeah, and land in the water! I don’t want to be wet if we’re going into a cold biome!’, he continued complaining.

'You won’t, I’ll catch you, okay?’, Vikk smiled reassuringly, reaching out both hands towards him, ready to catch him.

'A-alright…’, he backed away from the bank a few feet, then started dashing towards it.

His jump alone would have been enough, but Vikk caught him anyway. However, Lachlan’s momentum now sent both of them flying backwards, the Brit landing hard on his back, holding his friend on top of him tightly.

'Hey, it worked!’, the Aussie laughed, rolling off of the other and secretly already missing the feeling of his arms around him.

'Why are you so surprised?’, Vikk shot back as they both got up and moved on to solid land.

'Don’t know, maybe because you have a talent to make everything go horribly wrong.’, he giggled.

'Nah mate, that’s you, not me.’


Their occasional fits of laughter was the only noise that could be heard across the silent biome. They have left the river behind long ago, enjoying the chill and the new landscape. They had a couple of snowball fights, made snow angels and built a snowman, which Lachlan didn’t want to leave behind, but he had to. It started snowing too, making it seemingly even more perfect.

Lachlan kept running ahead, still bubbly and full of energy and not even a bit cold thanks to his thick jumper. Vikk, on the other hand, had slowed down, walking slower and falling behind. He started feeling cold after making the angels and now he was absolutely freezing, walking with his arms wrapped around himself, trying to warm himself up as his thin T-shirt wasn’t providing great protection against the chilly weather. However, he was grateful that his friend was still jumping around and was constantly ahead of him, because he wouldn’t have shown he was cold if he could have seen. He seemed to be having so much fun and Vikk didn’t want to ruin it for him by being a wimp and making both of them have to turn back so that he could warm up.

The Australian still turned towards him from time to time.

'You okay there, mate?’

'Yeah, sure.’

'You not cold?’

'Nah, I’m fine.’, he managed to force a smile everytime and it was enough to fool Lachlan. Adorable, naive, sweet Lachlan.

'Well, if you say so…’

And they kept going everytime.

After a while of wandering in the snowy plains, Lachlan came to a stop.

'Hey, Vikk, see that?’, he pointed at the hill ahead of them 'Let’s race up there, it could be the tiebreaker!’, however, he received no answer 'Vikk?’, he asked worriedly, turning around to look at his friend.

What he saw almost made his heart stop. The Brit didn’t even care to act tough anymore, he was just standing there with his arms wrapped around himself and shaking from cold, looking so small and fragile and miserable that it almost broke Lachlan’s heart.


'Oh, yeah, sorry, I kinda spaced out…What’s up?’, he tried to act like he was fine, but he was failing miserably.

'You are freezing…’

'No, I’m fine!’, he attempted to stand straight and walk towards his friend, but at his second step, he stumbled and fell – and he didn’t get up.

'Oh my God, Vikk!’, he rushed to his side, falling to his knees beside him.

Lachlan was terrified to see his friend lying in front of him, motionless and so, so cold, not even conscious anymore.

'No, Vikk, don’t do this to me, please!’, he cried out, shaking his shoulders in attempt to wake him. 'C'mon, sleeping beauty, it’s not naptime yet!’, he was so scared, how could their happy trip go so terribly wrong?!


Warmth and darkness. Those were the first two things Vikk became aware of.

He was covered in something soft, he could feel it on his arms. A blanket? No. A hoodie, maybe? It smelled familiar too. He was lying on a hard surface, stone, probably.

He tried to remember how he had gotten to the place he was in now. The exploring trip with Lachlan…the snow biome. Yeah, right, he was cold and he had overwhelmed himself, until he got to a point where his body couldn’t take it anymore. He should’ve frozen to death then, right? So why hadn’t he? Did Lachlan save him, or was it someone else? Was he even alive?

His thoughts were getting more and more messy and he was getting nowhere with them. He figured that the smartest thing to do would be to open his eyes and actually check his surroundings. It wasn’t as easy though, he felt like all energy had been drained from his body and it took him some tries to open his eyes.

At first he was blinded by the light rushing into his pupils. Then he saw that he was lying on natural stone floor and there was a fire lit really close to him, filling him with warmth. He looked further, seeing that the walls were rough and made of stone too. Was he in a cave? Probably.

He couldn’t see anything else. He lay still for a few minutes, gathering the strength to just move his head a bit, so hopefully he could see more. He moved his head upwards slightly, and fair enough, a figure came into his field of vision. The boy was sitting not far from him, next to the fire, hugging his knees and having his face buried into them. From his blonde locks and the fact that he was the last person he saw, Vikk assumed it was Lachlan…but why was he wearing a white T-shirt? Where was his jumper? Oh, wait a sec…He looked down at his arm, seeing the sleeve of a really familiar red jumper.

He looked at the Aussie again, wondering what he should do. Finally, he made up his mind.

'Lachlan…’, he called softly, his voice hoarse.

The other’s head shot up on an instant, and as his sky blue eyes fell on him they filled to the brim with tears.

The next thing Vikk knew was that he was pulled into an almost suffocatingly tight hug.

'You- you scared me so much…’, the blonde choked out 'Don’t do that ever again! I was so scared…and worried and I…I…’, he lost his ability to speak as sobs took over, so he just held the other even tighter, grasping the fabric of his jumper as if he was fearing that he could be torn away from him every second.

The Brit was taken off guard by the hug, but what surprised him even more was that Lachlan was crying and he had been afraid for a person other than himself…and that person was actually him. He felt like his heart was going to burst as he gently returned the hug and attempted to calm his friend.

'Hey, don’t cry…please, I’m alright now, well I’m better, that’s for sure’, he whispered softly, stumbling over his words 'thanks to you, I suppose?’

His last comment made the other pull away just enough to look him in the eye.

'Y-yeah, it was me.’, he mumbled, breathless from crying 'When you passed out, I brought you to this cave and made the fire to warm you up…’, his tears started to surface again 'but it was so long ago and you never moved and you were so cold, I was so scared…’

'Well, thank you for saving me then…no, no, no, don’t cry again! You’re gonna make me cry too.’

'O-okay…’, he tried to fight back his tears.

'Good’, Vikk chuckled and brought a hand up to wipe the other’s tears away, not taking it away after but gently stroking his cheek with his thumb.

Somehow it didn’t even surprise him that the Australian closed his eyes and leaned into his touch, a smile growing on his tear-stained face.

'I just…I can’t lose you, okay?’, he sighed, opening his eyes and covering the other’s hand with his.

'You won’t’, he said without thinking, his voice barely a whisper.

He wasn’t quite sure where the situation was going, it felt like one of his dreams. His mind was telling him to stop, to not say things like that and to pull away, because they were totally not acting like friends, but his heart was telling him different, and he had always listened to his heart.

'I will if you keep doing reckless stuff like freezing yourself to death!’, despite how much it sounded like his usual jokes, he was being serious for once.

'I’m sorry. I won’t do that again, I promise.’

'How do I know you won’t break that promise?’, he demanded, not caring how childish he sounded.

'I…don’t know…’, he muttered, feeling hurt and pulling away from the hug.

Lachlan let out a whimper at the loss of contact and quickly pulled him close again, burying his face into his shoulder. He knew he was being really clingy, but he couldn’t help it: he had almost lost the person who was the most precious to him and letting him out of his arms where he felt like he could protect him was absolutely terrifying.

'I’m sorry…’, Vikk mumbled as he returned the hug once again.

'It’s okay…you’re safe now, it’s alright’, he said that to calm himself rather than to reassure his friend.

They stayed silent and still for a couple minutes until the Australian raised his head, looking over the other’s shoulder and seeing that the fire was almost out.

'Damn it’, he muttered because he had to get up and leave the Brit’s embrace to put some wood on the fire or maybe even relight it.

He sighed as he got up, earning a little whine from Vikk - which he was most likely not supposed to hear – and knelt by the pile of ashes, watching the last flames die out. He got some more wood from the pile in the corner that he collected earlier and attempted to remake their campfire. Either the wood was wet or there was something wrong with the flint and steel, or maybe the temperature was just too low, the point is, the fire didn’t light.

'Oh, for f-’, he threw the flint and steel at the wall, breaking it 'I’m sorry mate, we’re not gonna have a fire anymore’, he said more calmly.

'It’s alright, I don’t mind. Do you want your jumper back?’

'Nah dude, you need it, you’re still cold.’

'But I don’t want you freezing to death either.’

'I should be alright, don’t worry.’

'If you say so…I still want you to be warm though….C'mere, I’ll warm you up.’, he extended his arms towards him, inviting him to a hug.

'Haha, I can’t say no to that’, the Aussie giggled and went over to him, letting him wrap his arms around him and moving around till he was sitting on the other’s lap.


'Yeah’, his voice was muffled as he buried his face into his friend’s chest.

Lachlan felt like he was in heaven, other than actually feeling warm, being able to – thanks to some miracle – freely hug and cuddle with Vikk was something he could only wish for until that very moment. He closed his eyes, listening to the other’s heartbeat and never wanting the moment to be over. He loved the feeling of the Brit rubbing circles on his back and his presence filling him with more warmth than fire ever could.

'I think I might fall asleep…’, he mumbled.

'I can’t hear you mate, speak up.’, Vikk replied and the blonde could feel his laughter vibrating in his chest.

He raised his head in order to repeat his sentence audibly, but his breath got caught in his throat when he realised how close they were, their faces inches apart and their noses touching. His feelings overwhelmed him and however hard he tried, he couldn’t resist the urge to close the gap between them, connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

But no matter how much he was enjoying the kiss, no matter how soft Vikk’s lips felt on his and how sweet he tasted, no matter how long he had waited for this moment, he felt his heart shatter into millions of tiny pieces as he realised he had probably made the biggest mistake of his life because Vikk wasn’t kissing him back. So he started pulling away, not ready for the terrible awkwardness to follow, but that was when he felt being pulled back into the kiss and his heart was mended again because no, he hadn’t made a mistake, quite the opposite.

They pulled away, breathless and the Aussie went back to his previous position, with his head on the other’s chest, totally forgetting to repeat his sentence. They stayed like that for a while, both of them being clueless on what just happened or what to do about it. Finally, Lachlan decided to speak up, this time making sure the Brit heard him well.

'I think I might have just ruined our friendship.’


'It’s fine though, I don’t want to be your friend anymore anyway.’

He felt his no-longer-friend tense up and he raised his head again, so that he could look him in the eye and smiled cheekily.

'Yep, you heard me right, I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I’d much rather be your boyfriend.’

Vikk let out a sigh of relief and a wide smile formed on his face and he tightened his arms around the blonde a bit more.

'Gosh, you just gave me a heart attack. Why would you do that?’

'It was a payback.’, he grinned, not giving the other time to answer, kissing him again.


After hearing the mobs burn outside their sealed cave, the two boys decided to set off on their journey back to the Salty Lagoon.

'You sure you don’t want your jumper back?’

'Not until we’re back in a warmer biome. I’m not taking any chances, bae.’

Vikk was used to his friend – boyfriend, actually – calling any living creature 'bae’, but it was nice knowing that in his case it meant something more.

'Alright.’, he agreed, but wrapped an arm around his waist so that he would still stay warm until they’ve left the cold lands and he got a soft kiss on his cheek in return.

The edge of the biome wasn’t as far away as they estimated – turns out, they went in an almost complete circle the previous day. They ended up at the same part of the river where they crossed before.

'Do you need me to go ahead and catch you again?’, Vikk chuckled.

'Nah, I’ll be fine.’, he answered, letting go of him and this time not hesitating to jump to the other side, landing smoothly.

The other followed him closely.

'Why did we make such a big deal of this last time?’, the Australian wondered.

'I have no idea. It was you, anyway.’

'Hey, that’s not true!’

'It is, stop denying it!’

'Oh, okay, maybe…’, he admitted, looking at his feet and acting cute knowing how much Vikk loved it when he did that.

'Damn it, you’re too adorable.’, with that the Brit stepped closer and kissed his boyfriend’s nose.

They walked up the hill hand in hand.

'Remember that whole king of the hill thing?’, Lachlan smiled.

'Yeah, we agreed to be kings together, right?’, he replied, finding it fun to take games seriously.

'Yep. Do you still want to be a king with me?’

'I would love to.’, Vikk said softly, cupping the other’s cheeks and pulling him down for a sweet kiss.

But it really didn’t matter if they were kings or peasants or something else as long as they were together and they knew they would be, no matter what. Because really nothing changed, they were still allies, the Salty Squad, the Cool Kid Club who went fishing and exploring together and had each other’s back everytime and anytime, just now they could kiss and hug and hold hands and show they world how much they loved each other.

Look… I know Eunhyuk is out of the army from like three months but sometimes… Just sometimes I feel like it still didn’t get to me. I mean…. Every time I see him, watch him, hear his voice I feel sooo extremely happy he’s back and won’t dissapear again that I have this big need to hug him tight and tell how much I’ve missed him… I wouldn’t survive another two years, I know that. And now I go to sleep with the thought my Moon is with us again and will come back with SJ soon…. Ok I didn’t meant it but I may cry :’)

Lovely phone calls you wouldn’t expect in the morning:

Client: “Maya, how was that One Direction song called, the one you made me listen to, that talked about stumbling with an empty heart until you meet someone who feels just like you and becomes your light and home?”

Me: “… You mean Home?”

Client: “Yes, yes, that one, thank you!  I can’t find it here in the album?”

Me: “ It’s wasn’t included in Made In The Am, It was released as a part of another single’s EP. Why’s that, anyway?”

Client: “Oh, I see, what a real pity, though. I’m engaging in one of our usual discussions with [friend and fellow artist] and I wanted to suggest Home as my monthly favorite lgbt themed song!”

Me: “… O_O …”

Client: “Maya?”

Me: “… Okay? That’s…that’s great…?”

Client: “Okay, ehm, thank you, see you later!”

While they were hanging up, I heard them trail off “It’s Home, by One Direction, you’ll love it!”

You got them, boys, I’m impressed (and very very happy and proud!) <3

I’m still shook from last night. After years of work, Phil finally won an award and he won it all by himself. But even if it was Phil who won the award, he still wanted to share it with Dan since they have done everything together, since they DO everything together. They really love each other deeply and everyone can see it. Dan and Phil truly are the definition of love and I am so happy for them, I really am.

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

“Does thislook okay?” Jude asked, pursing his lips as he turned his head from side to side, examining his face in the mirror.

Callie glanced over at him and frowned. She’d been looking through the bottles on the windowsill for moisturiser (she’d forgotten hers when she came back home from college on Spring Break), but apparently judging her brother was more important than that.

“Don’t people normally only wear face-paint to Football games?”

Jude shrugged. He didn’t care what people usually did. If he wanted to wear facepaint to a baseball game, then he’d lather his skin with whatever colours he wanted. And today, he wanted to wear green, navy and white – the school colours. “I dunno. That’s not important. But does it look okay? Are the colours even? Does this navy look like navy, or does it seem more black to you?” he wondered, beginning to ramble a bit as he narrowed his eyes at his reflection.

“Yeah, it’s fine, I guess. I mean, I don’t see anything wrong with it,” she replied, returning to her search.

With that ringing endorsement, Jude sighed and thought to himself that it would have to do. Not like any of the players would be able to see him properly all the way up in the stands, anyway.

“So, big game today,” Callie mused, obviously waiting for him to expand on the topic.

He hummed absentmindedly, clearly not picking up on her hint.

“Is Connor nervous?” she asked pointedly, realising that Jude wasn’t going to tell her anything without being specifically prompted.

He considered the question for a moment, before answering.

“A bit, I think. He gets pretty worked up about this kind of stuff, sometimes, and it’s the first game of the season, but he’ll be fine. He’s been practicing like crazy. The whole team has.”

Jude began collecting the plastic face-paint containers and sponges, to put them away. Mariana had lent them to him, so he didn’t want to just leave them lying around.

“Hey, I’ll drive you, if you want. I haven’t been to one of Connor’s games in forever, if you’d like me to sit with you?” she said, ending her suggestion in a tone of voice that made it seem like a question. She’d finally found the moisturiser.

“That’d be cool,” Jude agreed, smiling happily at her. “Taylor’s coming too, but we’d love the extra company.”

Callie appeared to be pretty surprised by the fact that he’d made a sign, as well. “Wow, you really went all out.” But she just shrugged and lead him to her royal blue, beat-up truck, which was parked in the driveway.

It was a sunny day, which was fairly typical of Anchor Beach. Jude loved the fact that his boyfriend’s sport was played in such sunny weather. Since it was the end of spring, and the baseball season was just beginning, most of the lawns on their street had just been freshly mowed, and Jude breathed in the smell of summer. It was a little humid out. To keep the air in the truck from getting stifling, they rolled the windows down, letting the breeze rush through their hair. It was enough to cool them down.

By the time they got to the stadium, Callie was dreading having to sit through over two hours of that heat. She had no idea how Jude did it. Or how the players did it, for that matter.

But her brother seemed pretty excited, so at least he was happy. Must be used to it, she supposed. Plus, he got the benefit of seeing the object of his affections in uniform. That was probably a big motivator.

Jude had been eager to get there early and see Connor before the game. He and Callie parted ways as she went to buy some snacks for the game – if she was going to melt under the glare of the sun, she was at least going to have an ice-cream to keep her company. She gave him her keys so that he could go back to the truck and get his sign after seeing Connor.

“Do you want me to get you anything?” she called after his retreating back as he jogged off towards the dugouts. He simply waved his hand at her in a vague meaningless gesture, too busy rushing off to see his personal eye-candy to worry about getting actual candy.

“Hey, babe,” Connor said when Jude came to a halt in front of him. He’d been leaning against the wall near the locker room, but when he saw Jude heading towards him, he’d wandered over to lean against the paint-cracked bars of the dugout instead. His lips turned up at the corners, the way they did every time he saw Jude, his smile growing wider the closer his boyfriend came.

“Hi,” Jude said, returning the greeting, and leaning on the opposite side of the bars with his forearms.

“Nice…” Connor trailed off at the end of the compliment, waving at Jude’s decorated face.

“War paint?” Jude suggested, grinning.

Connor snorted at the running joke and adjusted his baseball cap, brushing at his fringe. It was a little difficult to keep it spiked up when he kept getting hat hair.

“Will it smudge if I kiss you? Don’t wanna ruin all of your hard work,” Connor inquired mock-seriously.

Jude rolled his eyes playfully, before ducking down to press his lips against Connor’s in a well-practised gesture. The only reason he had to duck down was beacause of the sunken floor of the dugout. Otherwise, they were the same height.

He only closed his eyes at the last second, because he liked to watch the way Connor’s fluttered closed. They only did that when Jude initiated the kiss. Whenever Connor made the first move, he always squeezed his eyes shut, as though the moment was too intense for him to look.

“You wearing sunscreen?” Connor inquired as he pulled away slowly, eyeing his boyfriend’s t-shirt suspiciously.

Jude rolled his eyes for real this time, exasperated by his boyfriend’s over-protectiveness. Sometimes, it was as though he thought Jude was a small, fragile flower that could be trampled on and broken at any moment.

“Yes, Callie made me put some on, because apparently I’m five years old and can’t take care of myself,” Jude huffed, annoyed. “Can’t you smell the suncreen?”

Connor sniffed curiously.

“Oh, yeah,” he replied sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do the over-bearing thing, I know we talked about that,” he apologised, eyebrows drawing together as he pursed his lips in a guilty frown.

“I know you’re a big worry wart, and I know you’re trying. We’ll keep working on it,” Jude sighed, already forgiving him. He’d forgiven worse.

Connor nodded distractedly, gripping the bar and leaning back. He curved his spine, stretching his arms, muscles tensing and… and Jude decided that this was as good a time to go as any. Shaking his head to wake himself out of the daze that he’d fallen into.

“I’d better go, before all the fangirls come to get a look. I wanna get good seats. Good luck,” Jude murmured as he leaned down once more – this time, to lay a kiss on Connor’s cheek.

“You telling me you don’t come for the view too?” Connor teased, winking at Jude and making him trip over nothing as he walked backwards away from him. He laughed when Jude just made a bitch-face in reply.

Jude made his way back to the stands after retrieving his sign, picking out a few seats about halfway up the stands and settling himself down to wait for his sister and his friend.

He was startled when someone sat down heavily next to him. The stands weren’t empty but they aren’t exactly teeming with the masses, either. There was plenty of space for people to sit… anywhere that wasn’t right next to him.

When he darted a look over to see who was on his left, he was about as surprised as a fisherman who’d just caught a bra.

Connor’s dad nodded at him in solemn acknowledgement, before turning his gaze forward in grim determination, as if he’d made the decision to sit next to his son’s boyfriend and he was going to stick to it damn it, but that didn’t mean he had to enjoy it.

Jude swallowed, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans, and hoping that Callie would hurry back from the concession stand, or that Taylor would turn up. Neither of those things seemed to be happening any time soon.

After a few minutes of tense silence, Jude began fiddling with one of the corners of his sign, which he’d propped against the back of the seat in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Adam glance down at the sign. The smile that flashed across his face was gone so quickly, it was almost as if it had never happened. Almost.

But it had happened, and when Jude looked out across the playing field towards the dugouts he could see Connor staring at his father in shock, before his expression slowly morphed into a hesitant smile. Connor’s dad pointed at Connor’s team-mates, obviously encouraging him to turn back around and focus, but his son took a second to grin happily at Jude and wave, before turning away.

In that moment, Jude felt more comfortable around Adam Stevens than he had in the two years since he and Connor had started dating. He still didn’t exactly like the man, but… well, he disliked him a little less. Anyone who tried to make Connor happy couldn’t be all that bad.

It wouldn’t even matter if Connor’s team won – it was already the best baseball game he’d ever been to.

so because he’s white we are not allowed to be sad for him? I’m so tired of tumblr acting like this, ugh i’m fucking happy for Steve McQueen for winning this award because 12 years a slave was fucking good and he deserved it. I’m happy for Alfonso Cuarón because he deserved it as well. And yet Leonardo, getting nominations (i’m still angry that he didn’t won anything for his role in the aviator) doing his best everytime and still not winning any Oscar? I love him and i think that just like Steve or Alfonso he deserves it, so shut your mouth i can be happy for someone and sad for someone else at the same time.