#that second one looks nice and I'm happy with it

[kpoptrashshipsposts]

ENHYPEN Reactions II How They'd React When Jealous

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HEESEUNG: Scenario - You’re being friendly with a new male friend in the group chat.

You're both sat on the couch scrolling on your phones, relaxing and chatting on a group chat with other friends. Amongst those friends was a fairly new guy, during the conversation Heeseung began to notice the fact you and him seemed to chat the most within the group chat. He begins to silently sit there and side eye you on the couch before suddenly bombarding the group chat with messages and texting you privately more constant than usual. If you mentioned the guy again later, he'd casually shrug and mumble. "Yeah... he's cool, i guess."

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JAY: Scenario - You’re too impressed with another guy’s cooking skills.

You show Jay a photo your male friend sends you of the pasta he made for dinner, making a comment about how delicious it looked. He snorts and immediately heads over to the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans. "Oh, he made pasta? That's cute." He sarcastically remarks, next thing you know he's showing off in the kitchen - preparing a five-star meal just to prove he's way more impressive.

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JAKE: Scenario - You’re laughing way too much at another guy’s jokes.

He'd stand there beside you laughing along with you awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, but he would lowkey be sulking silently. Later, once you'd finish talking with him he'd wrap an arm around your waist and murmur sweetly beside your ear. "I love your laugh... but I love it best when I'm the reason for it."

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SUNGHOON: Scenario - Someone flirts with you during a fan event.

He would notice the guy trying to flirt with you during a fan event and even though he tries to save face and keep energetic for the fans he'd make a point to shoot glances in your direction every now and again, eyeing off the guy. He'd keep his expression blank, but you swear, if looks could kill... Later, after the event, he'd make a point to say, "You looked real happy talking to him," before casually holding your hand tighter than usual.

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SUNOO: Scenario - You keep complimenting another guy’s fashion sense.

He'd overhear you making a comment about another guys fashion sense, turns immediately and gives you a bewildered look - putting his hands on his hips. Immediately he begins to sass you, "You're not serious? You're impressed by his style?!" He'd then dramaticlly pose for you and say, "How could you possibly be impressed with anyone else when you get to see this everyday?"

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JUNGWON: Scenario - You’re being really nice to one of his members.

He'd watch you from afar as you converse and laugh comfortably with another member. He'd stay quiet and observe the two of you not wanting to come across as jealous because he knew he shouldn't feel that way, he trusted the two of you, but later after practice he'd nudge you and say pllayfully. "You're being extra nice to the boys today... should I be jealous?"

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NI-KI: Scenario - You keep watching another idol’s dance videos and saying how good they are.

The second you start mentioning the idol and their dancing he begins to watch the video over your shoulder, scoffing and making comments about how this move was easy to do to, how it looked impressive but it actually is really simple, what he'd add to make it better. Before long he just stands up, puffing out his chest and lifting his chin, immediately challenging you to a dance battle. He wanted to remind you who your favourite dancer really was. "You think he's cool? Watch this."

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Are some skeletons celebrating Valentine's day? Who plans something big? Who thinks it's all commercial?

Well, I'm a little late lol.

Undertale Sans - It really depends on his S/O. If it's something important for you, sure, he can plan something and even make an effort in his choice of clothes and take you out somewhere. If you don't care, he's giving you the immense gift of buying the pizzas tonight lol. He's a simple man with simple needs.

Undertale Papyrus - Of course, he's celebrating! Papyrus is the King of Romance! He booked a table and a room at the new very luxurious MTT hotel a year early so you two can have the time of your life. Well, mainly the time of his life you realize as you don't exist anymore the second Mettaton is showing his robotic form on the stage. At least you have some fun afterward in the room. You make sure to ruin the bed just to piss off Mettaton. No, you're not jealous at all.

Underswap Sans - He's not celebrating, but he still brings home the biggest flower bouquet you have ever seen. You're not sure where you're going to put it, but it's pretty and with all your favorite flowers in it. Blue wanted to mark the occasion and show you that despite looking like he doesn't listen all the time, he really does.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey prepared a Netflix and chill night! He bought a ton of junk food, a nice cocoon blanket where you two can cuddle close, and a ton of terrible movies to entertain you all night. He just wants to spend some time with his S/O. Now, the only problem is that you're both little old people and you're both snoring in front of the TV at 9 p.m. It was short but intense lol.

Underfell Sans - He waits for you in bed entirely naked, a rose in his mouth. He's enough of a gift, right? It's not like he gave you obvious hints all day leading to this moment, insisting very loudly on the fact he's extremely interested in Woohoo tonight. He's not very subtle, but that's why you chose him, right?

Underfell Papyrus - He "borrowed" Red's motorcycle without him knowing and he takes you on a little trip along the beach during sunset. He planned a romantic picnic on the beach with candles and everything to end the night. It could have ended better than with Red screaming at him on the phone because he realized his baby motorcycle disappeared lol.

Horrortale Sans - Oak bought expensive chocolate for you. You're sharing it in bed during the night while you're cuddling. Oak doesn't care about Valentine's Day, all he cares about is spending some time with you and cuddling and eating chocolate. He's very happy right now.

Horrortale Papyrus - He takes you for a day to the health spa. It's one of the rare activities you can do together without his back screaming in agony. You spend the day getting massages, hanging out in the hot tubs, and relaxing in the sun. Willow gifts you some flowers when you both get out and takes you to have dinner somewhere. He's the perfect man.

Swapfell Sans - Well, Nox learned very painfully how to court with Toriel so, uh, he does the only thing he learned to do and takes you to a Valentine's Day ball. He bought you a very expensive ballgown and everything. Tonight, everyone is going to be jealous of you two. You quickly realize his way of dancing is very outdated though, but that's sort of cute. He's clearly not used to dancing either. He's showing big vulnerability tonight, and it's rare enough to be noted. It's fun though.

Swapfell Papyrus - Well. Being romantic and all this stuff is not really for him. Rus still wants to mark the occasion so he takes you to a random event in town. Ok, he didn't know the event was the longest burp contest. But, uh... It's funny at least? No? Listen, he tried his best, alright?

Fellswap Gold Sans - He has money, he wants everyone to see he has money, and he takes you on the shopping trip of your life. No limit, you get all the clothes you want. You're a bit embarrassed, but Wine is an excellent advisor in fashion and you get out of there with beautiful extremely expensive dresses, new shoes, and a new handbag, and to not make you feel uncomfortable, he buys a handbag too! You then go to parade in the city to make everyone jealous. You're not gonna lie, you're scared to scratch your new dress because of how much it costs lol.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee takes you bowling. He knows it's not much, but that is one of the rare activities he can actually impress you over than painting and he wants to show off a bit for once. He gifts you a portrait of you he did after that and you both end eating greasy fast food watching Disney movies on the couch and cuddling, obviously.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

valentine's day

look inside

no fluffy writing

are you really an X reader writer

(H:SR) Valentines with Firefly

GIVE ME A SECOND I'M FIXING THE TIMELINE

Firefly took a deep breath, examining her dress in the mirror.

Truthfully, the outfit she wore was nothing special, just being her normal dress.

(Firefly) "Alright...where is it?"

Firefly reached for her pocket, relaxing when she felt the small gift within. Nodding in satisfaction, she adjusted her hair one final time.

She exited her room and towards the roof.

(Firefly) "Okay, reservation is made, I have S/O's gift...Now, I have to just get our table!"

Smiling to herself, Firefly's armor formed around her body, before her thrusters ignited, shooting her off towards the night sky.

It was only half an hour later when Firefly saw S/O enter the restaurant, waving gently yet excitedly as well.

(Firefly) "S/O!"

(S/O) "Hey! I'm not late am I?"

She shook her head, barely able to hold back her beaming smile as they sat at the chair across.

(Firefly) "Not at all! How has your day been?"

Firefly hangs off every word of S/O's day, whether or not it was actually anything that interesting. If anything, she was just happy to spend Valentine's with someone she loved.

Having never gotten the chance to celebrate it for rather obvious reasons, Firefly jumped at any chance to experience any semblance of a normal life.

And S/O was more than happy to oblige, a kindness she may not be able to fully repay the way she wanted.

But she was happy to repay it with one small gift at a time.

(Firefly) "That reminds me, I got something for you, S/O!"

Firefly reached into her pocket, pulling out the small gift and putting it into their hands.

(Firefly) "Happy Valentines!"

S/O smiled, squeezing her hand before politely putting the gift in their lap.

(S/O) "Thank you, dear. And that reminds me-"

S/O pulled out a bouquet of flowers, one that made Firefly's eyes widen in surprise.

Mainly due to the fact that S/O managed to hide it from her, despite the fact she saw them enter through the front door.

Then again, maybe she was just distracted by the fact that she was happy to see them at all.

(Firefly) "Thank you so much! I'll be sure to take care of them!"

(S/O) "You shouldn't need to water them that much, but I also didn't want to get you something that looked ugly."

(Firefly) "S/O, I'd be happy with anything you got me!"

(S/O) "Do I know it, Firefly. But still, that doesn't mean you don't deserve anything nice at all."

That made her smile even bigger as she set the flowers aside, the urge to just stand up and kiss them rising rapidly.

Her heart was beating even faster as the blush on her face intensified, yet all she did was smile back.

(Firefly) "...Thank you, S/O."

[ottpopfic]

The Drafting Table

Leo has a drafting table in their room

He's had it since the Way Station first made him a room, and it traveled with him when he started sharing a space with Jason. It's a nice wood one with a matching spinning stool, wooden gears and knobs for adjustments and a lamp attached to the back. It even has a few cubbies and cup holders for various protractors and pens, easy to tuck away and plenty of storage for spools of blueprint paper

And as much as he loves how open and communal all of the maker spaces are at the Way Station, sometimes Leo does need the alone and quiet to think. It's nice to have the drafting table then, and also in the middle of the night when things come to him in his sleep. Sleep is weird with demigods, magical inspiration from your dreams is not out of the norm, and when that strikes it can strike . 

It can be hard to get back to sleep after dreams like that, the only way to get further rest is to put it down on paper. 

It's a night like that tonight, the solution to the problem of the roof garden’s irrigation malfunction jolting him awake. Leo had carefully slid out of Jason’s arms and padded over to his drafting table to get down his ideas, slamming out the math and then reworking the system in rapid fire. He tries to be quiet as he sketches the new hose layout not wanting to wake the other man, he doesn't succeed

Leo hears his husband rouse. First shuffling, an arm out searching Leo’s side of the bed for him, blindly padding through the covers for a body that isn't there. Then there are a few waking huffs, snuffles and then a whine. Leo turns his stool away from his drafting table to check on him, Jason's brow is pinched as he pulls himself towards the waking world in search of where Leo has gone. When he gets his eyes open Jason whines again, more distressed than before 

“I'm over here mi cielo ” Leo softly calls, knowing how waking up alone can disorient Jason in the worst of ways. Jason just asks for him to come back in Wolf Speak as pathetically as he can, whimpering and huffing and rolling onto his back so his stomach is open and vulnerable, Leo slides away from his drafting table to answer him

Jason is usually pretty easy to soothe back to sleep, a few kisses and playing with his hair and he will go right back under until Leo is ready to join him again. But not always, sometimes if he's not holding Leo he can't resettle, wires crossing wrong without his extra heat. Tonight looks like that, the second Leo sets his hip on the edge of Jason’s side his husband rolls towards him and flings an arm around his waist, trying to pull him back to bed

Leo lets his man tug him in a bit, leaning back against the headboard and threading his finger into his hair. Jason gives a happy half-asleep hum, pillowing his head on Leo’s thigh. He gets himself cozy, nuzzling into Leo’s sleep pants and clinging with his arm like Leo is the biggest bestest most comforting teddy bear, letting out a huge content sigh as he resettles. Leo can't help but smile at his husband as he pets through his hair, it really is such an honor to see Jason like this

It's when Leo tries to re-extract himself that it becomes a problem.

He does go slow, attempting to slide Jason’s head off his lap and onto the pillow again, but the second Leo starts moving Jason just tightens his grip on his waist with a growl. It's very cute, his little pitched brow and the way his nose scrunches, but Jason is about three times as strong as Leo so if he wants Leo to stay there is not much he can do about it

“Cielito,” Leo chuckles “C’mon, lemme go cariño”

Jason just tells him ‘Fuck no’ in the sleepiest Wolf Speak imaginable, the lip curl not even going high enough to show the canine he's trying to flash, he doesn't even open his eyes

“Can I at least turn my light off?” Leo tries to compromise, but the Way Station does it for him. Leo guesses that it agrees with Jason about bedtime, “Traitor” Leo stage whispers out into the darkness

So Leo gives in, he's gotten enough down on paper to at least try and sleep again. 

“Scooch,” he tells his man, jostling Jason with his hip. His husband grumbles but does as he's told, trying to wiggle across the bed towards Leo’s side without letting him go. It's only half successful, but it doesn't matter because as soon as Leo is close to horizontal he's being reeled into his man’s arms. Leo is able to battle the octopus cuddle off long enough to nab a pillow before he's completely engulfed in a sleepy snuggly husband.

As soon as he's close to settling Leo is being sniffed, his husband burrowing his face into the back of his neck and breathing him in in a few short deep breaths. Then Jason lets out a big happy sigh, the kind that fills his whole broad chest, gives Leo one more big squeeze, and goes right back to sleep. It takes everything in Leo to keep from giggling, his husband can be so cute

[therelentless]

"Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow? No. I'll see you tomorrow." He corrected himself as he gathered all the presents Andrew had decided to gift him, always making a note to not arrive empty-handed tomorrow. -- He looked at the sticker once again. This one he would put on his coffin. It would be a nice decoration.

"Thank you. Again. For this. And tomorrow. It means a lot." He stood there, in silence, staring back at Andrew before he gave a step forward to put his arms around the other a bit too tightly as well as awkwardly. He remained like that for no more than three seconds, before he stepped back. "I'm gonna go now. Bye." He said nothing else, nor waited for Andrew to say anything in return, he simply headed out of that place without even looking back, but definitively happy about the way his night had gone.

That smile had Andrew smitten quite a big and he uttered a short good. Until he started on again, and like most times- he assumed it would be something negative. No, only a recomendation.

"Oh- yeah, no problem," Andrew nodded, willing to adjust any plans just to make Nandor happy for the evening. Maybe he had a plan to watch something with a relatively sad ending, but if Nandor vetoed, it was off the table. "Yeah I'll definitely find something you'll like.. Or- I guess I'll try to. I don't want spoilers." A laugh at his own non-joke. Ideally, he would find something neither had seen, but truthfully that may be hard; especially not knowing how big Nandor's watchlist was.

[hanzajesthanza]

the training montage in crossroads re-ignited a headcanon i had of geralt waking up and doing gymnastics, performing kickflips and mid-air spins around on a fencepost outside an hour before sunrise to ‘limber up,’ and bleary-eyed dandelion wrapping himself up in a blanket to be like "heyyy... what the hell are you doing 💖"

[banditblvd]

limnu.com was special I think

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

"Yeah, I know what it means." Rick chuckled a little, interested at how Carl and Wren had become friends. It meant the world to him, having someone else care for his son...knowing he had been taken care off since he got to the community...-Rick just couldn't ask for more.

"I talked to him about...crushes. He promised he'd be careful. And responsible." Rick did worry as a parent, to make sure Carl grew up as someone decent, but the teen always surprised his father- he was just...kind. He had grown to be a good person. Rick and Lori had raised him well.

When her smile broke, he noticed, tilted his head slightly, curious. "What is it? Would you rather have me expand your cabin instead?" Didn't she want some space? Maybe...all the attention she gave Carl wasn't just a favor, her being nice to make him feel home. Maybe she actually enjoyed it.

And then she said...the best thing she did was finding him and bringing him there. Those words hit Rick hard. He blinked a few times, hit by surprise. Did that mean....? Did it mean?? What did it mean....? He just...felt warm. Those warm shivers inside his chest again.

"Yeah...I'm going to stay. I can...I can keep camping in your cabin if you want...I just thought you wanted your own space back." He started to blush a little, not because she was attractive- but because he felt...he felt so loved. It felt so good....to belong. He realized she had been....looking at him. He just...wasn't completelly sure...if it was...what he thought it was. But either way...that soft tension growing between them...it felt so good.

Carl would spend the night elsewhere, what meant....they would be...just the two of them. Maybe it was...the first time it would be just them.

"I would....really miss you if I had to go."

Did that sound...too cheesy? Well...he was cheesy. Many people found the romantic types ridiculous, but...that's how he was. He enjoyed every second of assisting her with the crops, making sure to fill one of the bags with some carrots and other fruits he had gathered, even if his body was starting to feel heavy, he cherished every minute. It was like therapy for him. And the sunset...all that warm orange...he was happy he was alive to see it and feel it.

"Hey...it's getting late. Let's head back. It will get dark soon..." Rick called her, waiting for her, all things ready. Not even once he had left her on her own. One day that week he had even taken a nap near the crops, but hadn't abandoned her. He didn't like the idea of anyone being alone once the sun was gone. Even if the walls were completely safe, some wild animal could still show up and attack someone.

@littlewrensx

Rick still wondered what had happened to Daryl or Beth. He hadn't seen their corpses....so there was still hope. But right now his focus was recovering and making sure Carl was okay. And...surprisingly, Carl seemed happy. It had been so long since he had seen his son having a proper life. That was enough to convice Rick to stay. And Wren...he knew he would miss her. Damn...she was...so sunny...she gave him hope he could be happy again, even if he had never said it out loud.

Seeing Carl again after thinking he was dead made him cry so hard- he wouldn't let go from his son for minutes that day. To think that community had found him and kept him safe...Rick could never thank enough with words. It became clear they were all good people in no time. Somewhere safe where Carl could grow up and be happy.

During his recovery, Rick slept most of the time. Eating a bit and then napping, his body needed to rest. By the third day, he tried to stand up and do something, but after a few hours, he would even feel a bit feverish and tired. Forth day and he was more active, organizing the room folding their clothes- fifth day and he already was able to do proper house work, keep her cabin clean while she was away, so she could just relax once she got back. Rick wanted to do something, he knew he had to move, even if his body was still aching and showing some limitations, he started going more outside, walking around, observing the vast area they could build and plant, and the good amount of building materials they had. There was a lot of work to be done. And he wanted to be part of it.

"Ditched?" He smiled a little, always loving every time she joked. Rick was reserved, but his eyes couldn't hide how happy he had been. It was difficult to overcome his losses, he silently cried sometimes when trying to sleep, but still, he had something to live for, and that kept him going.

No sign of that dangerous group being spotted yet. Maybe those men had migrated to another area, but if they discovered the community, probably they would attack. He wouldn't make the same mistakes he did at the prison. Now if he had to be the monster, he would. Any clue, any trace of those men and Rick would hunt them down himself, to make sure his new community stayed safe.

"I'm glad he made friends so fast. He can be a teenager now, act like one and not think about the world outside all the time. Just let me know if he's causing any trouble, okay?"

Rick walked to her and crouched nearby, helping her pick the tomatoes. His body was still a bit sore, but he was aware he had to move a little in order to get better.

"Hey...Carl and I....we've talked...and we decided to stay." He gave her a soft smile.

"You can have your bed back...I can keep the couch...and...as soon as I'm good I can start building my own cabin so you'll have your space back." He indeed looked a lot healthier. Eyes more colorful, his hair and even his skin looked better. And he absolutely loved his jacket, specially during the colder days. He was the type to eat less when he was anxious or sick, so now finally, he was starting to eat a bit more.

"Thanks for receiving us....for looking after Carl and...looking after me. That kid is my whole world...and...and I know he will be happy here. I want to...stay." She made him really happy as well. But he wouldn't say it- not with words, not yet. He was reserved and shy and wouldn't want to make her uncomfortable.

Since he had recovered though, he had been following her like a puppy. The older couples had already undertood what was going on, even if it wasn't very obvious.

@littlewrensx

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

𝐬 𝐦 𝐨 𝐤 𝐞 𝐛 𝐫 𝐞 𝐚 𝐤

two versions because i'm indecisive hhh >:')

[moe-broey]

Do uou think... it's possible...........

[faksyan]

I had a dream about drawing Paz and having the time of my life. That's it I was just drawing. I should do that I think.

[schnaf]

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[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[lunameimei]

Eddie whines about how his life was great before Venom... WRONG ❗

Your life was great with Anne! But you ruined it and were going to jumр оff a bridgе, you piece of a piece >:[[[[

Like

I get it

In the first movie they just met, in the second they were were suffocating by everyday problems a joke about how the couple's romantic period ended and began a routine but in the THIRD movie??

You expect their relationship to develop, not suddenly regress.

Symbrock has gone from queer coding to queer baiting. And it's really depressing.

“Venom definitely isn’t permanently dead don’t be sad”

I’m not upset Venom died and I’m not worried it’s permanent, I’m mad that their relationship and character development somehow regressed. I’m upset that it looked like Eddie didn’t give a shit that his “best friend in the whole world” just died for his sake in front of him. And instead of giving us any sort of emotional reaction from Eddie we got what looks like a TikTok edit made by a fourteen year old on CapCut. Eddie should have at least, like, cried or something. Though realistically that man should have been sobbing on the ground screaming “please don’t leave me! I need you!” In the first movie when Venom is sacrificing himself Eddie shouts “Venom no!!!” And they had been together for, like, three days. You really telling me that the death of your year long companion doesn’t make you shed a single tear???

Also! All of this is emphasized by the fact that Eddie spent the entire movie bitching and moaning about how much stuff sucked that when Venom died it kind of came across as Eddie being relieved of Venom as a burden on his life. It kind of seemed like Eddie was happy about this outcome and it left a bad taste in my mouth.

[buttercupshands]

Thinking about what happened in the summer

Kids are... Really different when it comes to spending three weeks without their parents

Some start crying near the end of first day

Some start crying after couple of days

And some don't show anything while feeling the same

And being... I think English has a good word for that, let's go with a teacher but mix it with caretaker a little bit

I think seeing a kid cry at the end of that first day finally short circuited my brain, teens are way harder to understand that pre-teens who are literally still kids

They come around after a week, settle down and find new friends and your job stays the same mostly to be the one controlling their behavior

And then you'd have a kid crying again, because they miss home and the only thing you can really do is comfort them that they're not stuck here forever and that time flows so fast they won't notice it

And maybe they didn't. Time really did flew and they were leaving

Parents visited kids sometimes, of course, and it was so scary at first but they were mostly friendly and nice

Maybe because of that group chat that let them see that their kids are fine and are having fun

In the end for kids it was painful at first, but fun in the end. I got hugged more times than I could count when they were all leaving

And then poof

Back to your own life you go, like nothing happened

[lucybellwood]

Lemme tell you a gay little story about an eagle.

Our town (~9,000 people) has a couple garages, but there's a big one on the main drag. My family has been going there for decades. I drive past it every day.

There used to be a huge pine tree on the corner of their lot, but last year it became a hazard and had to be taken down.

Shortly thereafter I drive by and see they've hired a guy to chainsaw sculpt the stump into a bald eagle.

Birds own my heart, but nationalism makes me twitchy. I withhold outright condemnation of the eagle, but I'm skeptical. (The original owner—an objectively Good Dude—sold the business to a younger couple a few years ago, and I don't have any knowledge of their whole deal.)

Then it turns out someone on staff is really into making costumes for the eagle. Every holiday. Every month. Stuffed turkey, witch costume, menorah headpiece, bunny ears. These people love to dress their bird.

The changing of the eagle suit becomes a source of joy every time I drive through town.

Until June, when the eagle is bare.

Now look, maybe I'm expecting too much asking my garage to celebrate Pride. But this is a small town. Every time I drive by that stupid eagle—this thing that has previously brought me so much joy—I feel hurt. I feel reminded that there are plenty of people in my liberal bubble who don't consider my community worthy of celebration. I drive to work, I feel bad. I drive home, I feel bad. The eagle is mocking me.

Then my A/C quits working.

So I book an appointent to bring my car in—and realize what I have to do.

I pick all this up at a thrift store for under ten bucks. I print the shirt with some weird heat-transfer fabric crayons I find in a cupboard. I loop gold elastic around the sunglasses and pray they'll fit on the eagle's head. (It is also important to draw your attention to the price of the feather boa.)

(Nice.)

My reasoning is thus: if I show up with a complete costume ready to go, someone will have to look me in the eye and say "We don't believe in that," at which point I'll be finding a new garage. But if they let me dress the eagle, then people in town get to have the joy I've been missing since the start of the month.

I listen to a lot of hype-up jams on my way over. I hate confrontation. I also don't wanna have to find another garage. I want to believe that this decision isn't actively antagonistic, but I'm not particularly hopeful.

I talk through the A/C issue with the guy at the desk, hand over my keys, then take a deep breath.

"Who's in charge of the eagle?"

"Oh, that's all Dylan. Second bay from the end."

I walk down the row of hydraulic lifts and find a disarmingly smiley middle-aged man pouring fluid through a funnel. I introduce myself and explain that, since the Pride parade is this Sunday and the eagle seems to be missing a costume, I have taken the liberty of making one myself, and can I get his blessing to go put it on?

Dylan grins this absolutely giant grin and goes

"Oh hell yeah."

So that's what's up now.

Happy Pride.