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conversation between Dawn and Anders that definitely happened
  • Anders: You might want to be more careful, your cst nearly escaped out the front door!
  • Dawn: He doesn't look familiar to me.
  • Anders: Eh? But this cat is here, in your house.
  • Dawn: He's not my cat.
  • Anders: But he lives here. I've seen the little bowl you have in the kitchen and that scratching post in the hall.
  • Dawn: I don't know what you're talking about.
  • Anders: *picks up the cat* You are Dawn.
  • Dawn: Yes.
  • Anders: And this tag says "Please contact Dawn or Ty if lost"
  • Dawn: It does.
  • Anders: And this tag lives on that cat.
  • Dawn: Yup, it seems to!
  • Anders: Well then this is your cat.
  • Dawn: I don't have a cat.

Russ and Danny started a new life together, and together they now go through rain and sunshine and embrace life. Some things never change; some things will never be the same. But there is one thing that remains and will see them through: their love. Always. And forever.

 Whatever you do  
 I’ll be two steps behind you  
 Wherever you go  
 And I’ll be there to remind you  
 That it only takes a minute of your precious time  
 To turn around and I’ll be two steps behind.

- Def Leppard

Chapter 1 - Prologue on AO3

Russell unlocked the door and the first thing he noticed was that the last of the moving boxes was finally gone. Then he wrinkled his nose as he closed the door behind him.

“Are you making Brussels sprouts?”

Danny looked up at him from the kitchen, and very slowly lifted his eyebrows.

“Yes,” he said in false brightness. “I am making Brussels sprouts! And Brussels sprout soup, and a Brussels sprout bake, and Brussels sprout kebabs because I want to fucking poison you!”

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anonymous asked:

Frequently frustrated captain, going gray while attempting to learn how to hit things with sticks.

*frowns at the description.*

“… Someone who clearly isn’t getting the love life they want, with terrible hand-eye coordination.  Can’t say I’m surprised.  You need some kind of hand-eye coordination to have a love life.  Good frakking luck.”

*after a long pause, he reconsiders the description.*

“……….. Jaren, is that you?  The hell are you doing with sticks?”