one day you’ll open the door after a long trip
and the house will be a mess
and there’s cat hair everywhere
and you have bags to unpack
and a headache
your cat loves you
and your house feels like home for once
and even crappy coffee suddenly tastes amazing
and it makes your headache go away
happy never lasts forever
that’s a lie our fairytales told us
your favourite song comes on shuffle
at the exact perfect moment
and it feels like soundtrack
your friend tells you they love you
for no particular reason and
you hope they can hear your heart sing
you finally find that perfect swimsuit
just in time for summer vacation
it makes you look like you’re from the 50’s
you love it
the light hits just right
when you’re gonna take that picture
rock that model shit
you find the perfect recipe
for an airy chocolate mousse
you can hear the air coming out from the bubbles
every time you take a spoon
sounds like heaven
tastes like that too
the stars stop hiding from you and
shine so bright
hello little star
I missed you
don’t be a stranger
so i’m not telling you
I’m alway gonna be a happy poem
but I’m not always be a sad one either
and that’s enough
and so are you
Messages from the rental office arrive to tenants by way of typed notes rolled up and slipped into the door knocker. This is much less intrusive than appearing at someone’s door and hoping that someone is home to answer. They’re usually not home. This is an apartment complex consisting mostly of working poor. We’re all out working.
We came home this afternoon to a piece of paper rolled up in our door knocker and my first thought is that it’s inspection time. I’m going to have to clean. Shit.
Girlfriend unrolls it and it’s a message from our local religious group. At first I’m relieved. Then I’m annoyed.
The local evangelists around here have gotten bolder. Normally, they just leave some reading material in the laundry room. This Easter season, they have decided to really put themselves out there by slipping pamphlets under our door and disguising their material as notes from the office.
On an average day, I don’t care. I’ve had pamphlets with dead babies printed on them stuffed through the diminishing crack in my car window while I sat at a stop light. (It was a weird trip through Kansas.)
But this one was just so… it was just lazy, okay?
“God loves you! Have you come to Christ yet? Read your Bible!”
Then a picture of a sad, white Jesus.
“Have questions? Read the Bible!”
It suggested, no less than four times, that I read my Bible. Didn’t suggest any particular books or passages. Just read my Bible. The whole Bible, which is ten times longer than my entire collection of finished work. Just fucking read the whole Bible.
Furthermore, I don’t own one. I have no use for a Bible. There is no reason for me to own a Bible.
I have thought about putting a sign on my door indicated that I have no intention on joining anyone’s church or worshiping anyone else’s gods.
“I am quite happy with my gods, I don’t need any more ghosties
I’ve already been to Hell and back and I’ve found I like it toasty.”
I never understand why Hinata haters put so much significance over one measly, little comment Hinata made about Naruto’s hand over the previous panels of Hinata crying her eyes out from seeing Neji die. And for those who blame Hinata is at fault for Neji’s death, you’re in the wrong because if Hinata wasn’t there, Neji would’ve done the same thing for Naruto who was the one on the floor. After all, the main priority was to protect Naruto. Blaming Hinata for Neji’s death is as stupid as blaming Luffy for Ace’s death or Cloud Strife for Aerith’s death.
Both Hinata and Luffy showed how much they’re saddened by the death of their older sibling. I wouldn’t be surprised if Kishimoto was inspired by Oda to kill off Neji since Kishi and Oda are good pals.
And in my opinion, Hinata cried more tears than she should have over Neji. Why do I say this? Simple. Remember this page?
Yeah, Neji tried to kill Hinata in cold blood over a trivial family issue and this was only three years ago prior to the war. Yet Hinata forgave and forgot and still wanted to establish a family bond with Neji.
Another subject of the Hinata hate is this
Another stupid assumption towards Hinata from the haters is that they assume Hinata is popular because of her big boobs. If that’s the case, how come Tsunade, Ino or Mei aren’t as popular as Hinata? It makes no sense for haters to assume that Hinata fans only like Hinata for her looks. Whether people like it or not, there are many reasons for why people like Hinata and I’ve seen various good reasons from other people. For example…
“Hinata is a useless character”-Hinata Haters
Hinata is by far one of the most useful characters in the series. 9 times out of 10 whenever Hinata is given panel time, she does something useful. Hinata may not have had a lot of panel time in the Manga but at least she was useful all those times she got involved. Hinata fulfills her roles in the series.
“Hinata is just an obsessed stalker”-Hinata haters
To the haters: before you call Hinata a stalker, you should look up the proper definition of one. Hinata watching Naruto from a distance is not stalking. Minato did the exact same thing. He watched Kushina from afar because he knew she was a strong person.
So is Minato a stalker too? Of course not. A stalker is someone who follows you wherever you go, usually with the intent to do harm to their target. Hinata was bound to see Naruto a lot since they were in the same academy and class(obviously). Bottomline, Hinata is not a stalker. The definition of the term is in itself. If people are using the Naruto SD spinoff as evidence that Hinata is a stalker, then just keep in mind that this is the same series that calls Neji a cross dresser.
Ah here’s a funny one. "Hinata is so useless. She can’t handle a rock.“-Hinata haters
Okay. Now this is where I begin to lose faith in humanity if people are resorting to hating a character over every little thing possible. Hinata trips over a rock. So? I wasn’t aware that in the world of Manga/Anime tripping meant you were useless. I mean where were the haters when Naruto tripped in the exact same way?
The reason why they both tripped was because they were exhausted. It’s that simple. Hinata has been fighting on the front lines for about 2 or 3 days during the war before she met up with Naruto. This is by far the most retarded way or reason to bash a character. Haters might as well hate on her for breathing, which I’m pretty sure they do.
“Hinata is a weak kunoichi/character.”-Hinata haters
I think Naruto and Kishimoto disagree
The argument saying that Hinata is weak because she never won a fight in the manga is ludicrous. Keep in mind that the two opponents that Hinata went up against were the very same two that Naruto couldn’t defeat without Kurama’s help. Besides, Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Rock lee never won a fight in the manga. Are they weak? Of course not! Hinata has been taking care of herself well enough in the war as well as her allies.
Not to mention, if Hinata was acknowledged by one of the sages of six path a.k.a the founder of the shinobi of the moon, you better believe Hinata is not some average ninja.
I rest my case
Forneverworld on Youtube has a video called “Hinata haters without logic” http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=n1awtzo_WkU and I must say that Hinata haters REALLY have no logic. Everytime I see a Hinata hater, they ALWAYS have their facts about Hinata wrong. If you’re going to hate on a character, at least make sure you know what the f*** you’re talking about. Honestly, these haters just give me the impression that they are just trying so hard to hate on Hinata for no particular reason other than the fact that a lot of people love her.
On a side note, none of these pictures or gifs are from me. Credit to lunaneko14 for the last two pictures.
Trying out some of the lovely new sliders that have been shared, this incredibly rough hair mashup I did, and some Photoshop fun (that’s what’s making the hair look nice!) His (I named him Tatsuya for no particular reason) look is, uh, inspired by Kuroyume, shall we say. ;D
P.S. I had my job orientation yesterday and I’m kind of excited and tired so forgive my silliness. :)
I like every theory about Rey out there, mostly because any of them could be plausible and because I love Rey no matter her backstory. But I have to admit, Rey as a reincarnated!Anakin is one of my favorites, if for no other reason than I keep picturing this:
The Force: Alright Skywalker, we’re going to try this whole Chosen One business again. I’m sending you back to the living. Reborn and everything. Don’t fuck it up with the dark side again. Anything in particular you want?
Anakin: Can I look like Padme but sound like Obi-Wan?
The Force: *creates Rey* yeah I can do that. *sends Anakin back to the living*
Anakin: *in transit*OH AND NO DESERT PLANETS THIS TIME I HATE SAND
Hey babes. I was wondering if you’d write a fic where Bucky
really wants kids and (y/n) isn’t sure yet. So they move in together and set up
their lives. Then (y/n) finally caves in and they try for a baby. Then they get
invited over to see the avengers because they haven’t seen them in a while and
everyone’s really shocked to see (y/n)’s pregnancy belly. And the avengers are
just really shocked because they didn’t announce the pregnancy, they just
showed up. Please and thanks xoxoxox.
Bucky x Reader. SUPER FLUFFY WITH SOME SMUT. Word count: 4.1K (I liked this request and got a little carried away)
TW: sex, childbirth
“Bucky, I just don’t know, okay? I love you, it’s just that
kids don’t really seem like a good idea. Not considering your line of work,”
you said, washing the dishes as Bucky dried them. It was Sunday, which meant
‘family dinner’ with the team, and the two of you got stuck on dish duty.
“I know, which is why I’ve been thinking…” said Bucky, his
sentence trailing off as he paused and turned to you.
Here are some pictures of Thaddeus T. Cat! Posted for no particular reason except that the photos from my phone uploaded themselves into cloud storage and so I am suddenly, unintentionally able to share them. In order, Thaddeus: understands civic duty, loves iced tea, hates sweaters, and is a hellbeast. Best cat!
So I’ve been cleaning out my Google Photos library because while I was working and commuting an hour one-way on the train, I browsed a lot of Tumblr and for some godforsaken reason I was also saving thousands upon thousands of pictures onto my phone. They got backed up, of course, and it’s been impossible to find any photos that I’ve taken for months now.
An unforeseen consequence is that I can now pinpoint, to the day, when I discovered Overwatch, and Hanzo and McCree in particular, and watch myself fall in love with them. Apparently, I found both of them, separately, on May 7, 2016. I saw my first McHanzo picture on May 13. And by June 1 there were already dozens and dozens of pictures of them backed up, separately and together.
So. That’s something I discovered about myself today. Thank you, Google Photos, for cataloguing my descent into McHanzo madness.
For some reason it’s Yūto again, instead of Yūri, who I claimed to ship orz I just.. can’t really picture Yūri being sweet (which is the vibe I get from this particular prompt). He’s a jerk. And I love him for being one.
Rihanna Exclusive Interview: ‘I Break The Rules Even When I Don’t Intend To’
She’s the first artist to shift 100m digital singles; Vogue calls her the world’s most exciting fashion muse; in music, her varied collaborators are an A-list dream team, from Drake, Paul McCartney and Coldplay to Eminem, Kanye and Nicki Minaj. Rihanna is, therefore, a person who can afford to run to her own schedule. It’s approaching midnight when she sits down with NME in the low-lit upstairs room of an LA photo studio. It’s been a long day. We first meet during the afternoon, and while it’s hard to predict how a Rihanna greeting might unfold, NME isn’t quite prepared for the breezy stride into the room, the smiley “Hi!”, the hug and the high five. “I’m off!” she then declares grandly, waving her arm around her head, “to transform!” She disappears into the room next door. At another shoot down the corridor Will Ferrell comes and goes, but not before popping in to say hi to Rihanna. When Rihanna reappears, she does so with a melodramatic, pre-emptive cry of “Finally!”, but it’s fine: waiting a few hours is fine for Rihanna. Rihanna-NME-2Between 2005 and 2012 Rihanna released or re-released at least one album a year, every year. Then in 2013 something strange happened: no Rihanna album. But at least it’s finished, right? “It’s not done!” Rihanna chortles. By now she’s curled up on a sofa and draped in an oversized green bomber jacket. “To me it’s never done until it’s done. Until the final moment.” So her eighth album proper doesn’t yet have a tracklisting (“I have so many songs I love – and they’re so different – that it’s hard to actually put them all on the same album”). And there’s no title yet – Rihanna’s whittled it down to two, but acknowledges that fans will probably always call it ‘R8’, the name they’ve given it in the absence of concrete information. “No matter what I post online, within three comments there’s somebody saying, ‘Where is ‘R8’?’” She cackles. “I could post anything. Nothing else matters. They don’t care about anything but that.”
The problem here, NME proposes, is that 50m Twitter followers are on a hair-trigger waiting for an album,“I know!” she laughs. She seems to be enjoying this a little too much for NME’s liking. “But it makes me excited, because I can’t wait to give them something great.” It’s not just Rihanna’s schedule that needs to accommodate the project’s completion: earlier this year Kanye West announced he was exec producing the album, and tonight Rihanna confirms the continued involvement of the potential President Of The United States. “Kanye definitely wanted to be involved in making the album,” she explains. “So he did start helping me make it. Now we just have to wait to get back in the studio together. His schedule and mine are totally opposite right now, but I think this month we’ll be back in the studio.” With pop culture moving faster than ever, it might seem hazardous to leave such a gap between major releases. But Rihanna’s career is peppered with moments that others may have considered risky, so NME asks her to consider her need to take risks when so many of her peers seem to succeed by playing safe. “I take risks because I get bored,” she shrugs. “And I get bored very easily.” She tells the story of when she and her best girlfriend were 11-year-old army cadets, growing up in Barbados. “We’d have to give trouble in order to enjoy this discipline we were getting,” she remembers. “And we’d refuse to do push-ups when we were punished. It was a question of: why just do it? It was so boring to follow the rules.” Rihanna left Barbados for New York before the cadets could kick her out; Jay Z signed her the day he met her. Ten years down the line, Rihanna’s ambition for her next album is that it works, in the way some of her previous releases haven’t, like a ‘proper’ album. “It’s easy to make an album full of great songs,” is how she puts it, and that’s a fair point: as well as being fashion’s most exciting muse, Rihanna is now also the ultimate muse for the planet’s greatest songwriters and producers. “But I want people to go for the ride. The songs have to make sense together.” She smiles when NME points out that the three singles so far – ‘American Oxygen’, ‘Four Five Seconds’, ‘Bitch Better Have My Money’ – are wildly diverse. “I know,” she says. “I know!” And then she laughs uproariously. Rihanna’s impossible-to-second-guessness is all very well, but this just feels like trolling. She giggles. “Maybe a little bit.” Then she laughs again. “But I love what I love, and these songs each have their own demeanour, and the videos reflect the character of each song. I want every video to take you on a different journey. A different ride.” And some of those videos, as we learned this summer, offer rides to quite unexpected locations.
In July Rihanna’s ‘Bitch Better Have My Money’ video appeared online. It contained scenes of kidnap, torture, drugs, murder, nudity and beach inflatables. Naturally the seven-minute mini-movie prompted internet meltdown, with thinkpieces flying in from all quarters. “I wanted people to feel like they’d got more than they’d expected,” Rihanna says today. And they certainly got that, NME confirms. “Yeah,” she chortles. “But not in a shocking way – in the sense of ‘wow, this is a real mini-movie’. You know? I wanted to go deeper. Mostly what I wanted was for people to get it.” Was Rihanna happy with how people responded? “I was very happy with the reaction,” she states. “Very happy.” There’s a quizzical smile on her face as if she doesn’t quite understand what NME’s getting at. So what, then, does she think of observations that the video – in which Rihanna and friends torture a naked woman to punish her fully-clothed husband – is anti-feminist? A full-force Rihanna eyeroll is something to behold, and here one comes. “Well I mean now we’re reaching,” she tuts. Throughout our interview Rihanna speaks softly: she doesn’t raise her voice; she won’t swear once. But she means every word she says. “I didn’t think about anything that had to do with that. Wow. And at the end of the day the women won. The bitch was the man. So I’m confused. Those are the people that didn’t get it. I’m not worried about those people. This was not a woman empowerment video. I was making a piece of art.” In the post-Gaga pop era it often seems that the only ‘acceptable’ message for existing or trainee pop icons is one of positivity, with that lucrative role model status baked into an artist’s persona at boardroom level. But Rihanna seems to thrive by keeping people at arm’s length, and it’s strange – if exciting – that in 2015 Rihanna and an artist like Taylor Swift share the same pop sphere. Rihanna-NME-5“Er, I doubt it,” is Rihanna’s response when asked if she’d accept an invitation to become the latest in a long succession of artists to join Swift on stage. “I don’t think I would. I just don’t think it makes sense. I don’t think our brands are the same: I don’t think they match, I don’t think our audiences are the same. In my mind she’s a role model, I’m not.” She adds, with a smile. Rihanna’s star persona has long since surpassed the base elements many once considered part and parcel of pop stardom, and at the heart of this is the assumption that pop music is for kids, a concept that seems more outdated than ever in an era when Justin Bieber’s making music with Diplo and Skrillex. “I can’t make a song for a particular person or demographic,” Rihanna reasons. “If I love it, I’m gonna do it. I have to perform it for the rest of my life. A song is like a tattoo – you can never get away from it. You can’t stand behind something you don’t believe in. You can pretend for a little while, but there’s always going to be resentment. I can be who I am and sleep at night, knowing there’s no pressure to be anything else.” We talk about how Rihanna hopes her life will pan out: she pictures herself as an 80-year-old lady, covered in tattoos, sitting on the beach with grandchildren playing nearby. “When I see myself as an old woman, I just think about being happy,” she smiles. “And hopefully, I’ll still be fly.” It might seem that only in recent years has the Rihanna who often says no has eclipsed the Rihanna who frequently said yes, but she casts her mind back eight years when she tells NME tonight about the first time in her career that she felt powerful. Rihanna-NME-6By 2007 Rihanna’s first two albums had established her as an unimpeachable pop princess on the periphery of the bigtime, but for her third she felt she needed to change. So the night before she shot the cover for ‘Good Girl Gone Bad’, she cut her hair. “We sent [the label] the images. Their reaction was, ‘These are way too edgy. What are we going to do with these? We can’t use these.’ But the photoshoot was done. And we weren’t going to do it again.” The accompanying music featured the former high school beauty queen likening love to rehab and burning some bloke’s house down. “I had to rebel and do it my way,” she remembers. “And I had to jump ship in order to achieve that. Without permission.” That might all sound quaint compared with what would come later, but back in 2007 Rihanna was changing the course of her own career, and within a year she’d become a superstar. “I just have a way of breaking the rules even when I don’t intend to,” she reasons. “You have to let people be who they are – you have to believe that that’s going to be the best version of them.” But a bigger shift was still to come when Rihanna followed that hit album by throwing a potential tyre shredder across the road in the shape of the downbeat, dark and reflective ‘Rated R’. The album raised eyebrows at the record label, where industry legend LA Reid was concerned about Rihanna’s new direction. “He told me, ‘I’m not gonna lie, I’m really scared about this,’” Rihanna remembers. “But he also said: ‘You have to make this album.’ He felt me bleeding through the music.” ‘Rated R’ was the masterpiece that birthed the Rihanna we know today: a brutal album teeming with disenchantment and uncertainty, with stark, monochrome imagery to match. “It was a time in my life where I felt vulnerable and naked,” Rihanna admits. “I felt like the world was watching and that there was a spotlight on me. I felt confused. I knew I couldn’t make a happy album. It was like: it’s not the truth. It’s not real. I know I won’t feel like this forever, but this is how I feel right now.” Today, as Rihanna talks about aspects of her life, it seems the spotlight that shone so brightly during the ‘Rated R’ period still stings her eyes. “You kinda… Just don’t deal with it,” she sighs. “It’s hard. So I don’t deal with it. Every time there’s paparazzi pulling up outside the building there’s anxiety. I can’t say I’m numb to it, because it never feels normal.” She thinks for a moment. “But it’s not surprising, either.”
Does it concern her that, by her own admission, she doesn’t have a coping mechanism? “It’s annoying,” she sighs. “But what’s the worst that can happen? They’re just taking pictures. A picture of every move. Every good move, every bad move, every wrong move, every awkward move, every misunderstood move, it’s all there. There’s no getting away from that now unless I start to completely suck at my job. Unless I completely fall off. So I guess there’s a silver lining to all this.” When NME asks Rihanna if she enjoys the time she spends alone, her answer is an instant “yes”. “My thoughts never bore me,” she shrugs, with a distant look in her eye. “I like to spend my time alone wisely. A moment of quiet. A moment of silence. A moment of just organising my thoughts. I just enjoy being alone. Maybe a little too much…” Rihanna and NME started talking on Thursday night; it’s now Friday. We head downstairs to find the studio all but deserted. As she says goodbye with a hug, Rihanna asks NME about life in the UK. “I’d like to live in London next year, you know,” she smiles. “I want to try it. While I’m childless, and I can run around. I wanna do it.” Relocating would be a disruptive move for an LA-based artist like Rihanna, but it would be amusing to watch anybody try to stop her. For any artist, defining one’s own territory is the ultimate freedom. And for the artist who’s been chatting with NME tonight, ‘free’ is more than just a word on a T-shirt. It’s a way of life.
So the other night, @sanzochan made me cry profusely with this post about how Eve fell in love with Flynn. And she just put it into perfect words, explaining things that I always knew but couldn’t quite explain. But aside from not being able to explain it, I think about how Flynn fell in love with Eve more than vice versa. And so I decided to write this, because I love Flynn Carsen with every ounce of my soul and if the writers want to kill him they can pry him from my cold, dead hands.
So yeah enjoy my sappy af musings about Flynn Carsen and his beautifully complicated, wounded soul and his pure little lovestruck heart. Because I think there’s more to loving her since he saw her in the German Steam Tunnel than just love at first sight
I’m finally making this a post of my own, since the blog that initially posted it [after asking permission] no longer exists, apparently.
This picture is at least two years old now and perhaps a little outdated, but it holds a very special place in my heart. Though I would normally look back on it and think of all the things I could improve, this particular piece taught me that art can be more than about general appearance or aesthetic. I’ve grown to love it for what it is, not what it could be.
This has meaning to me because of several reasons, but one of those main reasons is the fact that my dad think that, out of all my art from 2013 until now, this is his favourite. And for reasons I can’t really explain, that means the world to me. It’s made me appreciate everything this one piece has brought me, and opened me up to a wonderful community that’s part of an amazing thing.
So I hope you all enjoy/enjoyed yourselves and had a good Christmas/holiday! Remember: you’re all fantastic and deserve nothing but the best, especially now :)
basically all of it, but the stuff my friends have done for me in particular! it is special to my heart
HOWEVER to pick just one i love this image, both because it’s beautiful and for sentimental reasons!!
this image began it all! @avaliart drew it a few years ago and it’s served as a template for his design going forward. i’ve always especially liked the cracks in his skin, and i’m glad when other artists use this detail too.
anyway, this picture means a lot to me b/c avali is my bff and also bc most other images of koltira i’ve somehow had a hand in rely on this design. his model changed a couple of times between the LK beta and the release (going from healthy skin / silver hair to sallow dead skin / blondish hair) & avali basically mixed em together when she started drawing him for our RP.
you sure you know what you’re doing?” You asked your overly confident husband,
as he tried to set up the state of the art stroller you two received
as gifts from your baby shower months ago. You smiled to yourself as started to
reminisce the days of your pregnancy. They weren’t all bad, but it wasn’t any
cake walk. It was a trying time for both you and Justin. His schedule kept him
out of the house some days, and your aches and pains didn’t make his absence any
better. However none of that mattered anymore. Because all of those long nights
and dreadful cases of morning sickness were just minor bumps in the road that
lead to you having the precious bundle of love that now sat silently, watching
his determined father give another attempt at setting up the contraption with
stroller, babe. Give me some credit.” Justin playfully scoffed as he looked at
the instructions he had lying next to the stroller. With his tongue hanging out of his mouth, he
grabbed both of the front wheels and jerked them forward in order to open it
up. A throaty grown arose from him once he realized it hadn’t worked. He picked
up the pamphlet with instructions and held them close to his face, trying to
follow the pictures exactly.
those instructions are in Dutch. You have no idea what they even say. It could
be telling you to throw the thing in an incinerator and you wouldn’t have a
clue.” You joked, unable to take his impressive but unsuccessful attempts
When his wholehearted attempt
fell through again, he sat back on his knees and spoke, “Honestly what’s the
point of making things like this,” lightly pushing the stroller out some to
make it clear what he was talking about, “so hard to set up? It’s like they put
a child lock on the-”His eyes now wide with sudden realization, he threw the
instruction packet behind him carelessly and without even finishing his
sentence he reached down to the side of the pram and pulled a small red lever
which, amazingly, opened the stroller up.
straight.” Justin said with a now huge sense of pride. Looking at his finished
result he stood up and folded his arms to really take in his mundane
interjected, not as impressed with his potty language as you were with his
handy man skills.
Sorry..” Justin quickly responded. “Well now that we got that all set up what
you say we have ourselves a walk.” The
triumphant dad leaned down inside of the crib to where his son was sat and
scooped him up into his arms. “What do you say, Ky,” Ky being the nickname your Justin gave your son, Kyle. “Wanna go
for a walk?” He asked in a soft tone. As his only response, your six moth old
son gave a mixture of a burp and a gurgle noise. “I’ll take it.” Justin said,
knowing that noise most likely meant yes.
you got yourself as well as your son dressed, Justin assisted you in loading
the car with the car seat and emergency changing bags. He confidently tossed
the stroller in the trunk of the car, knowing when the time came he’d be able
to reopen it. After situating your son in his car seat, you got into the
passenger seat where your husband joined you seconds later in the driver seat.
Maintaining the super low key status when it came to you and Justin going out
for dates was a tough job before the two of you had become three, but now with
Kyle it was imperative that the three of you stayed as far out of the public
eye as possible during family outings. For almost the entire duration of the car
ride, Justin glanced into the rear view mirror to check for any cars following
yours. He also made sure to take back roads and short cuts to stay away from
busy streets. He knew the moment he was to be spotted, the day would be over
behind us, love. You’re fine. We’re fine.”
You assured Justin as you noticed his hands clenched the steering wheel. The
one thing about Justin that no one other than you knew is that he had one of
the worst cases of driving anxiety, and for good reason. It wasn’t the driving
itself he couldn’t handle, it was knowing that people were constantly following
him, taking pictures of videos of him driving, and causing commotions on the
highway just for him. Now with his infant son sitting so innocently quiet in
the back his anxiety was heightened. Thankfully for the three of you this
particular park you were going to for your afternoon walk happened to be a
secret one. The entrance to the park was between trees and bushes that you
couldn’t really see if you were just driving past. The perfect get away for a
later, you arrived to the park, and your once quiet son was now overzealous to
get out of the car. He kicked his little feel as far as could and waved his
hands about, a sign that he wanted out of his chair immediately. Justin sprung
out of the car and straight to the trunk to retrieve the impossible pram. Once
you got out and freed your now hyper son you slowly slid him into his fancy
stroller and began to walk into the park.
getting to the actual park to have a break on the benches, you took a quick
stroll through a small forest that was part of the park itself. The scenery of
it was just breathtaking to you. Trees, the wildlife; it was all so beautiful.
And what made it more special was experiencing it with your family. You pushed
the stroller as Justin walked along side you and made crazy animal noises as a
sort of mimicry to the real ones he heard around him. Kyle loved it. Hell, you loved it. You loved Justin in
general, but this silly care free side of him was the part that you loved most.
about ten minutes of walking, you all had made it to the park. A sigh of relief
came from both you and Justin upon noticing that there was no one at the park
today. Being that there were mostly big
kid attractions; slides, swings, seesaws, things that kids old enough to walk
could do, you decided to just sit on one of the benches. Also, Kyle was now
knocked out in his stroller. The outdoor shenanigans he had were enough for one
afternoon. With the stroller facing the two of you so you could see your son,
you brought it in between your guys’ legs so he’d be next to both of you. “I
hate that stroller.” Justin randomly blurted out, causing you two to start
laughing, quiet enough to accommodate to sleeping Kyle, but loud enough to echo
throughout the abandoned park. “But I love you. And Kyle. I love us.” He said
seriously, but with a goofy and hopelessly adorable smile on his face. Laying
your head on his shoulder, you looked down at Kyle and nodded your head in