A Cool Canadian Guest Post by a Cool Canadian on a Cool Canadian Day
Hello, hi, it me, Dan.
Here I am. Beachy is pretty busy right now in Lexington, probably leading the resistance, or eating something with gravy on or adjacent to it, or fluffing her pillows for me to snuggle in with her and our dog and cat and husband real soon. Something like this, but add an uncomfortable Southern sir in:
I am going to Lexington in March to see my Others and my heart is already warm with the kind of love that I will be surrounded by. It’s the kind of love that welcomes you into their home for a weekend having never met you. The kind that holds your hand in a new, strange place, and jackknifes you in a warm bed. The kind that says grace before breakfast and lets you touch their beard and nuzzle their wife. The kind that gets drunk with you and dances to folk music and plays the air guitar real high up. The kind that buys a plane ticket without hesitation. The kind you hold thousands of cheese balls for and run to the Bean to get pizza with and you drive across the country to see. It’s the kind of love I chose; they’re the people I chose; they are the people I fit best with, and they make me the best version of myself. I can’t fucking wait to soak up the love from these incredible idiots.
can we have some fluffy amusement park guzmeria to heal the wounds after that angsty af post
Well it’s a little late, BUT SURE THING.
~ Guzma freaking loves roller coasters, but Plumeria is lowkey terrified of them. He loves like crazy ones, too. Like ones with 70 loops and upside down stuff and y’know. He tries to get Plumes on them but she’s like HAHA NOPE.
~ They do those stupid rigged games, but for some reason both Guzma and Plumeria are insanely good at them. Like they tag-team this shit to get the giant prize to take home to the grunt.
~ Guzma loves funnel cake, and gets like three before the day is over. Plumeria likes cotton candy, and that’s pretty much their lunch and dinner for that day.
~ Plumeria favorite rides are the cutesy ones. Like teacups or a scrambly ride or like, movie rides. The gimmicky ones. And you bet she takes Guzma into the love tunnel, and makes out with him while they’re in there. He walks out with his hair even more of a mess, an uncomfortable southern situation, and a smug girlfriend.
~ The last thing they do is ride the ferris wheel, and get stuck at the top to watch fireworks. Plumeria snuggles up against his side, and Guzma turns her towards him and says how much he loves her before smoochin’ her. Plumeria beams the rest of the night.