Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1
Music: Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac
For @sherlockig 💕
Happy Birthday to my number 1, my floor person, my partner in crime! Alexz, you deserve all the good things in this world. You're sweet, kind, funny, patient, and one of my favorite people ever. Connecting with you last year was one of the best things that could've happened to me. You take the time to talk to me every single day, you listen to me whine about work or my personal life, you endure my endless screaming about the gay pirates™️ and calm me down when I'm stressed. You're my rock!
When we sat on my balcony one warm summer night in July, "Everywhere" came up in my playlist and you said "This reminds me so much of Ed and Stede, I wonder if anyone has made a video of them with this song." And in that moment I didn't even care how many versions of this might be out there because I immediately decided that I’d make one just for you. 💕💕💕
the sammy to my danny, the josh to my jake, (i know, it’s backwards lmao) the stardust to my chords, the light to my fantastic…do yall get it yet, or shall i continue? 😅
you are immensely talented, a true gem with the most loving heart. you radiate all things beautiful & right in the world.
happy birthday, sis. i thank the stars every single day for you.
♡♡♡♡
under the cut are just a few of my favorite photos from the past year. (genuinely way too hard to chose) a few from our sister valentines photo shoot, & peep the ones of us looking particularly jake & josh (hopefully by now you can discern who is who, lol)
As the stars start to align
I hope you take it as a sign that
You will be okay
Everything will be okay
Happy Birthday Laurel!!!! Thank you for being such a wonderful sweet friend, I'm so happy and beyond lucky to get to talk to you about RWRB and Taynick, and thank you for allowing me to ramble to you via hour-long voice messages (and hear you sing!!!??? which, you sound amazing!!!!). I'm wishing things in your life to get better for you, and in the meantime, thank you for being kind.
A ballpen sketch of baby Henry and Arthur looking for Orion as a gift! It's not much, but I hope you like it.
You will be okay. <3
Love you!!! Happy happy birthday @lfg1986-2!!!
—All my love, Mayca
PS: I stumbled across this song while I was drawing this and it felt right for this sketch, and something you might want to hear?
happiest of birthdays to my bub, my best friend and twin flame, @hephaestn 🤍
“I had a dream,” Billy murmurs into Steve’s sleep-warm skin, his cheek pressed to a firm shoulder as they cuddle in the early morning.
His boyfriend is still rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he replies in an equally soft voice, “Yeah?”
Because Billy doesn’t dream much anymore, not after what happened in the summer of 1985 — and if he does, it’s usually a nightmare of gore and monsters that has Steve shaking him awake.
“Yeah,” Billy whispers, wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist to gently and easily move his pretty boy onto his side to pull him closer, so Steve’s back is to his chest, “You were in it.”
“I was?” Steve smiles as he glances over his shoulder, their eyes meeting easily.
A nod is all Billy gives him, and a kiss to his shoulder, because he loves the way Steve looks when he wakes up. Soft.
“What was it about?” Steve murmurs, facing forward again while sliding his hand under the blanket to trail his fingertips along Billy’s forearm, smoothing his palm across the back of Billy’s hand, where it rests over his heart.
Billy goes quiet, for a moment, as he thinks of his dream. He tries to remember the details as he really begins to wake up, tries to grasp at the dream before it can slip away.
“I was a kid again,” he begins quietly, his mouth pressed to Steve’s shoulder, “At my old house, in California. My mom always used to plant rows of sunflowers in the backyard and they always grew so tall—taller than the fence,” A soft smile graces his face as he recalls it, “And in my dream, it was a warm day. The sun was shining and I was staring up at the sunflowers when I felt you stand next to me. You were a kid, too, and you pushed my shoulder and yelled ‘tag!’ then ran off laughing.”
Steve huffs a tiny laugh at that, clearly imagining it now, too.
Billy’s smile grows into a grin, comforted to know that Steve isn’t thinking about how weird he is for dreaming such a thing, “I ran after you and we chased each other through my mom’s garden under the sun, laughing, until I took your hand and lead you into the sunflowers, where we found the secret raspberry bush that my mum planted for me when I was a baby. I ate raspberries there every summer, until she…she…”
His throat closes up a little, because while he’s done a lot of healing with his mother’s abandonment, it still catches him off guard sometimes. Steve squeezes his hand gently, reassuring him quietly while asking, “Did we eat the raspberries?”
Billy nods, his mouth softened into that tiny smile again, “Yeah. We picked them and put them on our fingertips, ate them one at a time. And then we collapsed onto the grass in the backyard and talked, about something I can’t really remember, but I remember the way the grass left marks on your face and how our fingertips were stained pink. We laid there for a while and promised to be friends forever and then my mom called us in for lunch and then…then I woke up.”
They let the dream float in the air between and around them for a moment, soaking it in, imagining it in their minds as they cuddle.
“That’s a nice dream, baby,” Steve finally murmurs, thoughtfully thumbing over the back of Billy’s hand slowly before looking back at him again with his big, earnest eyes, “I wish I’d known you when we were kids.”
The sentiment is sweeter than the raspberries in his dream. It brings tears to his eyes as he whispers, “Me, too.”
Steve makes a soft sound at the sight of tears, eager to soothe because then he’s turning around in Billy’s arms to press him down onto their mattress, their lips meeting in a kiss as gentle as the sunlight.
Billy clings to him, because even if he didn’t have Steve when he was younger, at least he has him now.
One of my absolute favorite people I got to meet via shared F1 brainrot and an overall gem of a person. Here’s a collection of pictures that represent things I’m wishing for you on your birthday 😌 have fun 😌
guys guys guys it is ~Franci’s birthday~ and OMG I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BESTEST DAY!!! You’re just the best mutual ever and so sweet and funny not to mention TALENTED HELLO?! I reread every one of your fics all the time (Fangirl behavior) and I’m just so glad to have found you here- you’re supportive and lovely and you deserve the best of everything <3