#absolutly glorious living here

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walked out to the living room and my mother is sobbing and yelling at my dad and immediently she spun around and told me that the sleep shorts i had on were too short and i look like a slut and was like 'i thought you ere doing fucking homework' 👍 I quite literally am. I went out to go get some water. and a few chips to eat well i finish off my essay.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Fearfull Proposal

Summary: henry plans a romantic proposal... and instead of coming clean about your secret fear of heights and ruining his romantic plan, you put on a brave face... well until your nearing the top of the london eye.

Warnings: fear, fluff, swearing, typos.

You quivered as you rose higher and higher over londons skyline.

Fuck why? Why the fuck had you got in this dangling glass death trap. A faulty few bolts and you'd be plummeting into the fucking thames!

Henry was standing by the window looking out at the glittering lights in awe.

You were standing with your back turned to the houses of Parliament hands clutching the rail eitherside of you knuckles white. Knees knocking.

God this was the stupidest thing you'd ever fucking done! And it was your own fault.

"Babe, look! God big ben looks soo small never been on this at night"

You hummed nodding but continued looking to the floor.

Henry paused when you didnt correct him with the whole 'big ben is the bell' you usually countered

He turned looking back to you and his stomach dropped.

"Babe? Whoa are you okay there love?" He asked frowning as he saw your eyes clenched shut almost as if you were in pain.

You were trembling and pale to the point he fearded youd pass out.

"Here come sit down and relax, i packed some snacks-" he said placing the specially packed bag of snacks and screw top mini wine bottles.

"No! No I'm fine... I will just stay here... By the saftey bar" you said giggling nervously sparing him a glance and patting the metal you were holding onto for dear life..

Henry faltered and really took in your apperance unsure what to do. It wasn't like he could get you off, you had to ride the ride.

"Babe? Are you scared of heights?"

"Nooo dont be sillyeee- OH MY GOD IM GONNA FUCKING DIE!" you began laughing him off then screamed as the ride stopped.

Instantly you ducked crouching whilst wrapping your arms around the silver bar shouting bloody murder.

It didn't help you were bathed in purple light so couldn't see shit.

Henry got up and rushed to you standing over you arms rounding you holding you securly.

"No, no its fine love... shh its fine baby, they said it could stop to let people on poppet remember?" He said quickly rubbing your sides as you cowered trying to fend off the temptation to look at the thames below.

"Y-yeah fuck hen- im sorry i just..." you mewled turning towards him tucking your head to his chest.

"Scared of heights huh? Why didnt you tell me?" He sighed pressing kisses to your head as you whimpered adn the ride began moving once again.

"Because you went to all this trouble, you planned this surprise and i didnt want to ruin it, you were soo excited" you sniffled blinking at him.

"Hey shh you silly girl, you should have told me. You wouldnt have ruined anything you silly sausage" he cooed winding himself around you tighter.

He was actually annoyed at himself, how the fuck had he not known his girlfriend of a year and a half was scared of heights?

He'd suspected a fear of heights when you both went on holiday for your birthday, but youd managed to convince him it was a fear of flying and planes... not heights.

And come to think of it you didnt even like the glass lifts in shopping centers, you ran to the corner and held on eyes locked onto the doors the entire time.

So this was the worst surprize he could of planned for tonight. Things weren't going to plan. Fuck.

"Babe im sorry" he apologised feeling like an asshole.

"No no dont be, this was extremly sweet bear" you said quickly not wantin to make him feel bad fpr your own short commings.

"Theres noting sweet about terrifying you"

"Do... do you want to sit down? Ill hold you the entire time" he offered peaking to the central bench where both your bags sat.

"I.. yes okay i think sitting will be better" you said then yipped as he prompty scooped you up and placed you in his lap securly.

"Im so sorry love, I just wanted to make this special and romantic" he muttered holding you as close as he could letting you know that you were safe and sound.

"It is! It is love really im just a baby" you said quickly grasping his face pulling him closer before peppering his face with kisses.

"Your not a babe we all have our fears" he said quietly pressing his forehead to yours.

"You dont" you sighed closing your eyes trying to ignore the snails pace of the pod that still rose over london.

You could barely feel it, but your fear amplified it.

"Oh but i do~" he replied peering at you, as yur eyes fluttered open.

"Like what?" The questionnescaped before you could think.

"No" he said eyes now becoming worried, anxiety clouding them.

"No?"

"Yes, at the moment thats my biggest fear" he said releasing a shakey breath as you frowned at him not following but didnt dwell as your ees darted to the side seeing the houses

"You see, i was trying to be all romantic and wait untill we got tp the top, but i think you'll be too terrified"

"Henry?" You said leaning back unsure about the serious tone he seemed to take.

"I brought us here, to the spot we met two years ago today..." he said drawing deeper breaths as the reality of what was about to happen hit him.

"Was it really?" You asked surprized he'd remember something like that. Anniversary? Definitely. But the day you first met? And asked for a selfie with a series of embarrassing squeaks? No you didnt think he'd remember.

"Yep. I remember doing a promo and shoot on this thing, then got off and was sat next to you in wagamama"

"And i squeaked for a selfie" you groaned with a small giggle.

"Im glad you did, i scanned instagram for days after- scouring my hashtag trying to find you... i kicked myself for not getting your number~"

"I still cant belive you did that... but im gld you did henry"

"Who'd have thought the nervous little thing trying not to even breath in my direction would be my girlfriend six months down the line"

"Or that we'd last this long?" You quipped at him trying to reme,ber to breath.

"And.. hopefully a lifetime? Despite me dragging you intoyour actual living nightmare- which i promise to never do again! Not even lifts"

You scowled and tilted your head to him not sure if you heard him correctly.

Untill he pulled the small velvet box from his pocket.

"Henry?! What? You cant be serious?"

"Oh but i am love, as much as i want to do this right and drop to one knee i doubt you'll thank me for releasing you?"

"Dont you dare let me go!"

"I think you'll find im trying to do the opposite~" he chuckled opening the box revealing the simple elegant ring three tiny diamonds.

"Im trying to marry you..."

You gasped eyes glazing over as you locked on to the dainty ring pinched between his fingers.

"I love you y/n, and i want to know if you'd become my wife and share your life with me. Will you marry me?"

"Oh god yes of course its a yes henry i love you bear!" You cried throwing your arms around him making him grunt and quickly clench his fist arohnd the ring before he dropped it.

He groaned into you rocking from side to side littering your head with kisses before peeling you away to sit the ring on your finger.

You looked at the glittering stones on your finger weeping. You may have been cursing yourself for getting into this godforsaken glass bauble in the sky.

But now you were he happiest woman alive.

"I love you bear"

"I love you too"

"Would you like some wine? I brough the little cute bottles you like" he offered nodding to the bag of snacks.

"Err lets not push it hun" you whined not sure wine at this altitude was a good idea.

You kept glancing at him still sniffing and giggleing unable to look from your ring for long.

"Gotcha, no wine"

"You look surprized i said yes?"you quipped needing to talk and take your mind off the fact your at the tippity top.

"I made you face one of your nightmares i thought you'd slap me silly when i ask" he scoffed pressing a kiss to your cheek unable to stop.

"Never love... but please never ever get on this thing again okay?" You pleaded fluttering your lashes at him pleading.

"I swear. Never again, but seeing as this is our one and only ride we should take a few selfies? Mark the occasion?" He said standing letting your feet hit the floor but never once did he let go.

"Absolutly, gotta show off my new fiancé" you hummed rising to share another kiss with him not really paying attention to the height you'd now reached, you had more important things to think about. Like sharing the rest of your life with this glorious man.

"My thoughts exactly" he grinned pulling out his phone aiming it at the two of you, makeing sure to have the hand that rested on his chest donning his ring in shot.

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Now…

Now is the time for all good countryman to come to the aid of their country (party)…anyone remember this or am I just aging myself. I have always believed this because we are all suppose to be here for each other, human beings on the same earthly plane. I���m going to leave this here and tie it all together when done.

First I love poetry prose, write it my self…another time. There are two very special poems that light me on fire, restore me and say alot.

And a women who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children. And he Said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for it’s self. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they Belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran

Why on God’s green earth would I……

I believe throughout our life we have archers whether it be in our personal life (parents of course) or whether it be in our professional life. If we find ourselves in the right situation we learn, we grow, we question, we strive, we soar. All the people we place our trust in, or WILLINGLY “engage” with, and place our livelihood with, have a responsibility as we have responsibilities. Our responsibility is to go “swift and far” as we our intrusted with their/our mission. Their responsibility is to see the “infinite” and send us soaring, gliding while maintaining altitude, ascending to a level markedly higher than usual(Webster). A boss makes sure you get your work done. A leader wants to see you soar, take a task and make it your own. They want to see you achieve, to be your best, see the accolades. They take as much pride in your achievements as you do. Leadership is not a privilege but a responsibility. Do I know of what I speak…absolutly. I have been a Leader for for over 30 years. And a damn good one!

Who has gotten Darren his big breaks…Darren. He does the networking, he has put himself out there. His 3 big shout out parts; Glee, Hedwig and ACS: Versace have been all D. What has PR done…interviews, contracts! Yes they are important to sell the product. You must first have the product to sell. They are skating. I’m not at this point sure any of his team knows what they are doing, or what they are suppose to be doing. No confidence. Boy does that say a lot about Darren…he sells himself. If you dig deep enough you see a management team that likes to scream at his performances to assure their presence (I was there), or shotgunning a beer…class at it finest, ect! A PR group that assures by their presence he adheres to the script…threats. And beard that wants her way…control. Does ANYONE care about D? No he is their product to sell. And beard your “coyness” does not sell, I have seen to many pics of your partying behavior. And your acting has a “no way” attached to it like your lingerie “please no” does. Try “real” it works. But I’m sure you’ll find a few people out there that will bite (how about Ben, have you sold him on the idea your job is to make D look straight. Boy would I have liked to be a fly on the wall to hear that converstion. Ben have you ever heard the definition of assume? If not, Americanize youself.) I’m still not sure what you are after beard you are all over the place! A legit boyfriend (try Ben)…if you are trying to sell; a career in lingerie, a career in acting, A BAR OPENING, A Director you are failing miserably! Who is holding you accoutable? You dear PR/management team/beard are dying on the vine. D’s leaders are torturing, d-humanizing, torturing, degrading, torturing him at every oportunity. Not helping him soar to see the infinite.

“Now is the time for us to come to the aid of our countryman”, friend, human being. To assure a COMPETENT archer (the one(s) now need to cease and desist…go away), for an infinite and swift path that privides a long and glorious future for our countryman, friend, human being…Darren. That includes his love of the ages Chris.

Last thought…one of my other favorites (I have a favorites).

“Anger (weeping) may last but for a moment , but joy comes in the morning.” Psalms 30:5. Note another gay actor played in this movie (trivia )

Darren and Chris I wish you joy…