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Did I go almost an entire year with a clogged shower drain? Yes. But imagine how excited my therapist is going to be when I tell her I finally called maintenance!

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The fact that my imaginary boyfriend isn’t here to give me a hug is so fucking rude!

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Big question: Is my rejection sensitive ass capable of having my yearly review 2 hours after therapy and not crying?

We shall see!

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I love how I went from receiving compliments on this project on Friday to being questioned about everything on Monday.

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Why do I try to do anything on Thursdays? My brain is just hot mush after therapy

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Sometimes your boss triggers you so you have to curl up in bed and stare into space for 20 minutes before you can do anything useful 🙃

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When it’s been a shit day, you get HBO so you can watch the Gay Pirate Show

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Oh my god! I completely missed that the leader without a nickname in both is Jack! *facepalm*

The Samwell Men’s Hockey team are basically the Newsies in the 21st century:

• Everyone has a nickname

• Chirps=love

• Ragtag group of kids becomes a family

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The Samwell Men’s Hockey team are basically the Newsies in the 21st century:

• Everyone has a nickname

• Chirps=love

• Ragtag group of kids becomes a family

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It hides when I visibly cringe after every human interaction

what's a non-covid reason that you like wearing a mask for? mine is that it hides my mouth-breathing on long flights of stairs

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Yeah reading a book that is explicitly about grief wasn’t a good idea in my fragile mental state

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Art for the @ourfavoritescene_zine (insta) charity zine.

Go check the zine and the 50 artist who draw the same scene from 'Red, white and royal blue' by Casey McQuiston.

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Autumn in the Brooklyn brownstone 🍂☕

Some FirstPrince art for @kidovna's DTIYS over on Instagram! I haven't drawn these two in so long and this was so much fun 💖

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Alex is frozen, registering the press of Henry’s lips and the wool cuffs of his coat grazing his jaw. The world fuzzes out into static, and his brain is swimming hard to keep up, adding up the equation of teenage grudges and wedding cakes and two a.m. texts and not understanding the variable that got him here, except it’s … well, surprisingly, he really doesn’t mind. Like, at all.

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Rising from the dead to say I’m so done with Jagged Little Pill’s bullshit.

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post canon Jack trying to surprise bitty with a baked thing and failing ? maybe bitty is coming home from a long tv shoot or trip for his cookbook?

I got you friend 💜

_X_

He could do this. He’d helped Bitty bake pies countless times. He’d helped Bitty bake this exact recipe countless times. Did his help usually look more like sitting on counters and watching his husband roll out pie crust and chop apples with his sleeves pulled up while he distracted him? Yes. Sue him, his husband is hot.

But there was no way he had done this right. The dough had crumbled beneath his rolling pin and when he fumbled his way to something resembling a round crust, it had fallen apart trying to tip it into the pan.

The filling was done but the crust was in pieces and Bitty would be home —

“Sweetpea? I’m home!”

Jack spun around, hiding the mess behind him.

“Are you cooking? Let me see. I’m starving.” Bitty dropped his bag by the door and crossed to kiss Jack sweetly. Jack let himself enjoy it for a moment before Bitty saw what a mess he had made of his famous maple sugar apple pie.

“What’s for dinner?” Bitty asked, sitting down to pull off his shoes.

“Euh, takeout?”

Bitty looked up. “You’re not cooking?”

Jack swallowed hard and moved away from the crime scene that was his pie attempt. He could feel his throat getting tight and reminded himself to take slow breathes.

“Oh, sweetpea,” Bitty said, “what have you done to that pie?”

Jack laughed nervously.

“If you wanted pie you know I’d make some for you!”

“I wanted to surprise you when you got home from your trip.” His eyes were betraying him as Bitty surveyed the mess on the counter. Bitty was so busy these days with his new show, always traveling and meeting people and trying new foods and recipes, and Jack was at home. Since he’d retired at the end of last season, he didn’t have much to do. And he couldn’t even make a pie to welcome his husband home.

“Jack, look at me?”

Jack looked up, blinking through suddenly damp eyelashes and Bitty stepped closer, resting his hands on Jack’s hips.

“You know I love coming home to you, right? And you don’t have to do anything special. Just be yourself and be here and I’m the happiest man in the world.”

“But I wanted to.”

“And that’s so sweet, and I love that you did. And we’ll work on the pie making, if you want! But I don’t expect anything. You know that, right?”

“I know, Bits. I love you.”

“Love you too, sweetpea. Let’s clean this up and get takeout, hmm? That filling still looks good, bet we can turn it into something.”

Jack smiled and kissed Bitty again.

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upstairs hallway, 5:07am? (also congrats on 100!! -unconventional-turtle)

upstairs hallway, 5:07am

Dex is pacing.

The Haus is quiet, which is pretty normal for this time of the morning. Chowder is at Farmers' place, Whiskey and Tango finally got their shit together three months ago and are celebrating in Boston this weekend, and Ford is at her girlfriend's apartment.

There's no one else in the Haus right now. Just Dex, pacing back and forth in the hallway.

Waiting.

He knows Nursey is awake, he heard the floorboards creak when he was in the kitchen making coffee, heard the water running as he climbed the stairs. Dex is excited, he never gets to surprise Nursey anymore, they're together 99% of the time. Makes it hard to plan stuff sometimes. But getting a stupidly early flight today was actually cheaper, and now Nursey doesn't have to pick him up.

He has been waiting for what is only an objective six minutes but a subjective eternity for his boyfriend to open the door.

Finally, fucking finally, sleep still hovering softly on his face, sweatpants and his 'I Swing Both Ways Violently With An Axe' tank top thrown on haphazardly, Nursey steps into the hallway.

"'Hey there."

"Mornin' baby. Need coffee," Nursey mumbles. Nursey's halfway down the stairs when he abruptly turns around.

"Dex! You're back early!" Nursey says, coming back up the stairs and launching himself at Dex, laughing delightedly.

"Caught an earlier flight back," he says. "Missed you babe," he adds quietly, dropping a kiss to the shoulder under his mouth.

"Missed you too, Dexy."

They stay like that, just basking in the closeness of their embrace, in the stillness and peace of the Haus around them, for a long time.

The loudest stomach rumble breaks the moment and Nursey pulls back looking sheepish.

"Coffee? Breakfast?"

Dex chuckles. "Let's go. I've already got coffee started."

"You're actually the greatest, did you know that?"

"Only for you, babe." Dex manages to make it sound like a chirp, but he knows its the absolute truth.