Love you? My dad never said that. My family loved each other. We just didn’t say it. We showed our love through criticism and micromanagement. So if you said ‘I love you’, you were probably hiding something.
As a person NOT watching the VMA’s right now this is what I’m seeing/learning from tumblr
- Nicki just scalped Hannah Montanna
- Kanye for president 2020
- Jayden loves milk a lot
- Theweeknd causes blackouts with the massive shade that is thrown
- Justin Bieber looks like a soccer mom
- Kanye West takes his Kanye Rest
Jay Hawke volunteers at the clinic when he can - he does what little healing he remembers and knows how to do, and otherwise whatever chores and tasks he can take off Anders’ hands (cleaning, rolling bandages, grinding herbs into powder and paste, and so on), but most importantly he likes the clinic because Anders is there. Some old lady who frequents the clinic because of some ailment or another picks up on it (of course she does).
“You’re sweet on out healer, aren’t you, sweetheart?” “I’m- what?” “Come now, no use denying it, I see the looks you two give each other when you think nobody is watching! It’s quite sweet, actually, how you come here to be with him.” “Oh I don’t come here for him, I come for you! Who’d change your bandages for you if Anders was b- wait, you’re saying he gives me looks, too?”
She becomes their biggest shipper.
A speedy Jay Hawke at the clinic for de-stressiiiing. It’s been that kind of a weekend. :)