Happy birthday to the person who makes me smile the most! Thank you for always making us smile and for always looking out for us. I hope you’re getting enough rest these days. You work so hard and for that I thank you. We appreciate all that you do for us and know that we’ll be always with you forever. I hope you have a wonderful birthday, getting lots of love from your family, friends, the rest of the GOT7 members and your fans because you deserve the world and more. ♡ #KingJacksonDay
an anon suggested that i do an april create a sim challenge centered around flowers so here we go! there aren’t really any rules to this, and you can be as literal or abstract as you’d like (i mean the prompts are just names of flowers so how literal can you get) the challenge starts april 1st and make sure to use the hashtag #AprilCASChallenge so i can see all your posts!!
DAY 01: BUTTERCUP DAY 02: POPPY DAY 03: DAHLIA DAY 04: SNAPDRAGON DAY 05: PRIMROSE DAY 06: CACTUS DAY 07: DAISY DAY 08: SUNFLOWER DAY 09: JASMINE DAY 10: ORCHID DAY 11: HIBISCUS DAY 12: PEONY DAY 13: MARIGOLD DAY 14: ALOE DAY 15: HONEYSUCKLE DAY 16: WALLFLOWER DAY 17: ROSE DAY 18: LOTUS DAY 19: IVY DAY 20: DAFFODIL DAY 21: VIOLET DAY 22: CARNATION DAY 23: MAGNOLIA DAY 24: TULIP DAY 25: SWEET PEA DAY 26: LILAC DAY 27: FERN DAY 28: CROCUS DAY 29: BABY’S BREATH DAY 30: LILY
*i included some plants that aren’t technically flowers but work better as prompts than some obscure flower you’ve never heard of*
“I’m a little embarrassed to admit how much power you actually hold over me.”
"I’m never helping you home ever again.” You huffed as you dragged the drunken mass of a man named Gaston through the empty town square late in the evening.
“You said that the last time.” Gaston slurred as he leaned more heavily into your side, making your job of escorting him home all the more difficult.
You grunted as the sudden increase in weight caused your balance to topple a little. Luckily you managed to catch your footing before the both of you crashed on the unforgiving cobblestone.
“Look, I’m gonna need you to ease up here,” You said as you tried to push him off you so you weren’t carrying all of his weight. “You’re three times my size and I’m going to need a little cooperation.”
Still in a daze, Gaston leaned his head down so your foreheads touched before he burried his face into your neck. “You’re hair smells really nice.” His voice was muffled and hard to understand with his slur but you got the point.
You sighed heavily as you stopped your movements and looked down at him. Had it not been for the fact you had been dragging him by the arm for the past twenty minutes and still had a good way to go, you would have found his behavior endearing or even amusing.
But now it was just annoying, you repositioned your arm around him and pulling him away from you with the best of your ability. “Come on, It’s high time we got you home.”
The two of you trudged along, Gaston had since stopped talking but you could faintly hear him humming the song he was singing in the tavern with the other townspeople but at least he was somewhat walking on his own.
You rounded the corner and walked up to the steps that lead to his front door before you stopped and had him lean against the railing. “Where is your key?”
Gaston ran his hands down the red leather of his coat and patted at the two outside pockets before he shrugged. “Dunno.”
You sighed and pulled at the one lapel of his coat and dug into the pocket that was sewn into the inside.
Gaston let out a rather high pitched giggle and wrapped his hands around your waist to hold you closer. “At least wait till we’re inside, darling.”
You quickly fished the key from his pocket and wacked at his hand before you removed yourself from his grasp.
“You’re lucky you’re drunk,” You mumbled as you sat him down on the last step. “Stay here until I get the door.” You said as you pointed your index finger a few inches from his nose.
Gaston nodded lazily and moved his head foward to bop his own nose against your finger before he slumped against the railing.
“Next time I see Lefou, I’ll strangle him.” You muttered as you ascended up the steps and unlocked the door, opening it the entire way to avoid as little malfunctions as you could manage.
Taking the time to light a few candles so you had some source of light before attempting to drag him through the maze of furniture in his living room.
Gaston was still slumped where you left him whenever you made your way outside again. “Up we go,” You heaved as you dragged his body yo from the ground. “Let’s get you inside.”
He was much more quiet as the two of you crossed the threshold. You were fairly certain Gaston was falling asleep where he stood because all of a sudden the weight became too much and you had to drop him on the couch so you could recollect your strength.
“What am I going to do with you?” You said with exasperation as you looked down at, hearing him start to giggle again and this time drawing a laugh from yourself. “Hey, I’m trying my best.”
Gaston continued to chuckle as he stood up on his own, pinching your cheek lightly as he passed you. “I know, dear.”
You walked ahead and pulled open his door, making sure he didn’t harm himself on the way to his bed. Gaston fumbled with getting his getting his coat off, and had an even harder time undoing the buttons of his waistcoat until eventually asking for your assistantance.
His eyes followed your movements as you undid the little brass buttons and helped him remove the fabric from his shoulder so he could rest in comfort. You even went the step further and helped him climb into the covers and making sure he was warm.
You sat down on the edge and sighed as you patted his chest. “See? We finally made it,” You told him with a smile. “Here sit up.” You advised as your started untying the ribbon from his hair and setting it on the bedside table.
“Comfy?” You asked him as he shook out his hair and finally let his head fall back into the pillow with a sigh of content.
You brushed back a rouge strand of dark hair from his eyes, and seizing the opportunity, Gaston grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.
“You know, it’s a little embarrassing to admit how much power you hold over me.” He mumbled against your hand as his eyes fell shut.
The small tingle his breathing left against your skin made you laugh a little. “Oh you’re not going to remember a word of this tomorrow,” You said with a sigh as he started to drift in and out of sleep. “And then you’ll come complaining to me about your hangover.”
“You know me too well.” He said quietly as his hand let go of yours. “I might as well marry you.”
You laughed and shook your head at him. “We can talk about marriage tomorrow when you can tell me what day it is.”
“Do I detect a promise?” Gaston asked, though the end of his sentence and drifted off as he finally fell asleep.
You gave him a lopsided smiled before you leaned over and blew out the candle to let him get some well deserved sleep.
Can we talk about how fucking good Matthew looks with that damn eyeliner???
Somebody needs to give me a scene now where Magnus applies some eyeliner on Alec’s eyes and then they’ll go to “Pandemonium”, Magnus showing off his gorgeous boyfriend, including a hot, sexy dancing scene.
how they dare make Gaston a kind, not really pushy person who just wants to win girl’s heart. He doesn’t mock Belle for reading. He actually tries to understand her unlikely to the others. A character who went to war and now suffers from PTSD. Who just wants to live a peacful, happy life with a wife by his side. How they fucking dare do that and not expect that I would fall from him,