I shit y'all not, Lakeith actually inboxed me, ask for my number, called and tell me how beautiful i am and some more stuff. That made my fucking night bro. I swear. i will never forget this day. 😩😭 I am living.
don’t ask me for his number bc you’re not getting it. 😂😁
danaigurira: So I’ve been in denial. The thought, the notion of losing Glen as a character in the show and @steveyeun as a colleague is something I am yet to fully wrap my mind around. Steven was to me, from the very start, that deeply specific indicator that I was in the right place as I entered the TWD realm. The minute I was cast, he was in touch, inviting me to a lunch he and Lauren organized and trying to come watch my play The Convert which was then in production. Once I made it to GA, he helped me figure out where to stay, even letting me crash in his place over a weekend as I scouted out this new terrain called Atlanta. His kindness, his passion, his purity of heart, his genuine goodness and his amazing sense of humor makes him one of the best people I know. His dedication to our show, to this family, his deep concern with all things concerning the story we strive to tell, his utter commitment, his outrage, provokes me to be better, to dig deeper. The heart he brought to every frame he occupied inspired us all to never be complacent. One of my favorite things in life is to make Steven laugh. He has one of those laughs that revives the dead, that fills you with inexplicable joy. His ability to make me laugh, that deep belly laugh that makes life a little lighter, is something I am pained to accept I won’t have daily access to. Over the years I have grown to learn how similar Steven and I are, from our migrant families, to our college majors to our faith. He’s my brother. I’ve been in denial, and remain so. I am so excited, however, to watch his journey continue to unfold, he is designed to break barriers, to fill the world with stories that must and have yet to be told. He is built to transcend and will forever be my friend. And that makes me thankful to know him and to start to accept that painful truth, that our work relationship has sadly, at this time, come to an end.
Merry Christmas Eve and Happy Holidays! This was written as a @swawesomesanta gift for @luckiedee who asked for some fluffy zimbits, with a trope or two thrown in. I’ve wanted to do a good Soulmates AU forever, so I hope you like it!! <3 Thanks to @lydia-st-james for mucho story support and beta services. Any wonky tense shifts are mine and I’m eternally sorry.
Bitty had never met someone with a soulmark before he came to Samwell. Or maybe he had, but just didn’t know it. Once, in a furtive Google session, he’d discovered that there was a single registered soulmark artist in Georgia, based out of Atlanta, but in his junior year of high school, long before he was able to put his plan of sneaking off to go see her in motion, soulmark application was outlawed by the state legislature and that put an end to it.
He saw his first soulmark in the locker room at Faber, a few days into his first semester at Samwell, which seemed like a good omen if Bitty were the type to believe in omens. (He was, although he would never tell his Mama.) It was on the back of Justin - Bro, call me Ransom - Oluransi’s neck and was a strange mess of lines and ink that meant it hadn’t settled yet. Bitty wondered if it was new. He snuck glances at it when he was sure it was safe and no one seemed to catch him, but he didn’t make a habit of it. He knew the danger of looking too long in the locker room.
Bitty never brought it up himself, but whenever the topic was mentioned, he would always scoot his chair a little closer as the upperclassmen talked about the soulmarks. Ransom wasn’t the only one with a soulmark, as it turned out. The senior goalie Johnson had one as well and what’s more, it was settled. It was a polar bear, splashed with blue and purple and bright on his thigh. Bitty nearly fainted with excitement the first time he met Johnson’s girlfriend after a game and the same bear poked out from her shoulder under a tank top.
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I don’t even take pictures like that but here’s some from after I got my haircut. So I figured why not post them for dark skin appreciation day! Would have posted earlier but tumblr was tripping, anyway here ya go!