#see: G.W.B

[slashingdisneypasta]

Bisexual!Granny Boone x Lesbian!Reader || Drabble

Plot: I’ve been thinking about this for a while, so here it is. Just some petty bickering between you and your lover’s beard. This is what happens when a gay woman’s bisexual lover marries a straight man. There is also, of course, feelings.

Warnings: Eh, bickering. Boone does not mind seeing you and Buckman fight at all- in fact, she watches it happen. So, she’s mildly abusive.

I was fine with the men Who would come into her life now and again I was fine, 'cause I knew That they didn't really matter until you I was fine when you came And we fought like it was all some silly game Over her, who she'd choose

(Lyrics from ‘It’s Over, Isn’t It?’ From Steven Universe)

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Knock knock knock!

“Aghhhh… “The primal, frustrated groan escapes you before you can restrain yourself. You both pull back at the same time, whether because you really both felt you needed to or because you knew she would and refused to endure that embarrassment of seeing her run off to him again you would never admit. You close your eyes, letting your hands fall from her soft hair to your lap, defeated for the time being. “At least he’s learnt howta’ knock… “

“That’s right.” Boone grins, eyebrows furrowing in a look caught between amusement and empathy, especially when I open my eyes and pout up at her. Her hands find your upper arms, near shoulders and holds your comfortingly. “There’s that. Wait right here, I’ll just see what he wants- it is his home.”

You take such a deep breath that your shoulders raise, and then fall dramatically as you sigh it out. “Okay… “With one final comforting squeeze to your shoulder, Boone gets up and rounds the corner from the living room to the front door. You amuse yourself with picking up your tea and dragging it to your lips as you hear the door open and quiet voices.

Like a secret. Like an inside conversation between them.

Her, and him.

Rolling your eyes and your shoulders simultaneously, trying to shake off the jealousy, you try to enjoy the feeling of steam on your face and the smell of the tea. It is nice. You brought it over from the town to the west when you went to visit and attend a ball.  Its jasmine and apricot and, honestly, you bought it for the packaging on its own. A beautiful deep purple and marmalade coloured box with intricate gold designs around the label. You had felt a bit magical just buying it, actually.

As you take a sip, the conversation at the door stops and instead footfalls replace the noise- footfalls that are definitely not your lover’s. Too heavy.

You hurriedly put down the cup and the saucer back on the table because you don’t trust your suddenly icy fingers not to shake too hard and spill the drink just in time for George to stick his head around the corner and greet you. For some reason, despite him being the second, the intruder in this relationship, the whole thing between you and Boone still feels clandestine. He knows all about it, he knows his role as her ‘beard’- yet you still feel like the outsider. The other lover.

It’s not a nice feeling.

“Afternoon, Y/N. Sorry to interrupt your lil girl’s night, hope ya’ll are havin’ fun! - I just forgot my hanky. I won’t be a moment.” Oh my God, he’s so patronising. ‘Girls night’?! It’s a date, you son of a bitch! He flashes a fake smile; A politician’s smile, before popping off up the stairs to search for it.

And, hanky??? I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous or translucent. You were headed to the bar for the night, sir. You couldn’t have used a napkin for your sniffles!?

You raise the tea back to your lips, throwing your head with elegance instead of pushing back the hair. “Of course, sir… “

“I just new you would understand!” He calls back, ruffling through some draws in the room above you. Boone, looking apologetic - but, still. Half amused. Half happy. Because he’s here, - sinks back down into the couch beside you, knees touching yours. That does calm you a bit- those small bits of affection always do. The small things always still feel rebellious, even now.

“Hm, really.” You ask sarcastically, raising your eyebrows at Boone but responding to her George. She grins and shakes her head, always liking it when you’re cheeky. Finishing another sip of your tea, you set it back down again as George comes back down the stairs, pocketing a particularly gaudy napkin with G.W.B stitched into it in thick lettering.

Then, to your horror, he looks between the door and the room you and Boone are sitting in and decides to come and seat himself down on the couch across from the two of you. Boone quickly, immediately puts a hand in both of yours, in your lap and you hold onto it like your life depends on it.

Or, like Georges life depends on it- which it very much might right now.

This man just loves to toe the line with me, doesn’t he… You think, glaring daggers at him. He’s so cheery, like he really doesn’t see much wrong with interrupting like this. Like he’s just being ‘cheeky’.

Oh noooo, no, no. He’s mistaken. He’s waging war.

“So, how have you been Y/N? Boones told me you went to a Ball in neighbouring Greenvill. How was that?”

Sarcastically, I quip back. “Oh, Greenvill was fine. Grapes are good this time of year- “Immediately I snap out of my restrained silence and lean forward, pointing a finger at him. “No, no, no. Don’t do this to me. We are not going to do this. No. Walk your britches out that door right this moment!” Boone squeezes your hand and pats it, watching your and her husbands now darkening glares at each other with a cruel entertainment.

“Oh, I’m just bein’ polite, dear. Do we have a problem?”

“Yes!” Absolutely!

“Well you can talk to your community representative about that! - Oh, wait.” He makes a show of putting his finger to his chin and looking as if he has just remembered something. “That’s me, isn’t it??”

“You know very well what this day is- mine. My day. What can I do to make you leave? Do you take bribes?”

“Now sweetheart, you and I both know there ain’t nothing you can give me that I can’t get myself.”

Oh, you are going to launch off this seat and dump the tea over his smug, patronising, misogynistic head. “Oh, well, what about threats, then??”

“If you can dish it out then I hope you can take it, too, Y/N.”

Seeing the line, the unspoken line that we never cross coming fast like a steam train, you pull back. Straightening your back and taking a deep breath through your nose, you calm down. He does the same, glancing up and muttering something to God, and Boone just looks from you looking silently at your knees and fuming, to her husband rubbing his hands together and looking down at the floor; And she smiles. An evil twinkle in her eye that neither you nor Buckman catch.

“Okay, Bucky, I’ll see you later? Y/N’s right, we were havin’ a date, and its not over yet.” Boone winks conspiratorially to him and you roll your shoulders back in discomfort- so does he. Her thumb rubs gently over your knuckles, and you let out all the breath you were holding in in an attempt to be quiet and calm. “That was my polite way of askin’ for you to leave, in case you didn’t catch it.” She jokes, with a hint of seriousness- because she really was hinting for him to leave. But she doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

Its like the tenseness of the room doesn’t even touch her.

“… “Georges glance at either o you in turn is dark, tired, before he gets up and straightens his back again after leaning on his knees for too long. “Course. Have a good evening, you two. Uh, “You can tell he’s struggling to think of a polite goodbye as he slowly moves out of the room, and you make yourself watch for a moment. Out of respect. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like him. There’s too much love and hope for the same woman between us for us to ever have a non-confrontational conversation as things are they this way, but we’ve both been in this horrible situation that he’s enduring right now, too many times. When you have to leave her, Boone, to be with the other. Like you’re the outsider. And I can sympathise with him… sort of… for that. “The tea smells lovely.”

Then, he leaves- but not before flashing you a look, and you share a moment. One teensy tiny moment without hostility.

A sharing of the wish that neither of you had to do that walk.

Then the man’s gone and Boone lets go of my hand, bunching her fists in your skirts to get your attention back which you gladly give with an - at first, - empty smile. “Now, where were we? Ah, I think we were just… about… here.” Our lips connect, and I forget all about what I was just thinking about.

Here. Always here.

[loulougoingsolo]

Well that is a big spider

You know that feeling when all your dreams come true at once? I had that happen to me just a minute ago while watching GMM, and especially GMMore. And now I will list all those amazing dream-come-true moments: 1) Now, in my mind, I call Rhett a golden man quite often. He has that amazingly golden hair and beard, and today he had that golden hoodie. I know Link was making some snarky comments about it, but if Rhett looks good in a golden hoodie, he should wear one, because Rhett is made of solid gold. 2) Staying on the subject of clothing, I love it when Link wears a t-shirt. Cardigans are also nice, but not when they cover his beautiful t-shirted body. I made a wish he'd remove the cardigan, and omg, he did! And with that hot swift move that I love. 3) I think seeing Rhett and Link dance is one of my all-time favourite things. I love Link especially, because he is so amazingly good at dancing. The GMMore today was so good I almost died. I most certainly laughed more than I have in a long time. I didn't know such game existed, but that was just amazing. There was so much going on, like gosh, it takes my breath away just to think about it. That dip at the end was so cute. And the fact that Link turned his phone off was hilarious - all that work for nothing! Oh gosh I need to watch that again! 4) They always manage to entertain me when they talk about celebrities, and today was the ultimate celeb episode. I can imagine they pissed some people off by talking about these conspiracy theories, it was a bit of a risky move, but I loved this. In a way I see it as them laughing at themselves, too, because Rhett likes to theorize about stuff like this, and I love it how they keep bringing up their love for Beyonce. I can imagine this episode will bring us some theories of our own: were they saying something else when mocking G.W.B. and Britney, the clip where Britney said we should just trust our president was an interesting choice in the current political situation, especially since they don't usually talk politics. That Taylor Swift clone theory was also something to talk about more. I'm on the fence about the Katy Perry theory. I know that those things happened a really long time ago, but there was a child involved, and for that reason, this thought popped into my mind, "Too soon, maybe?". I also googled that spider, obviously. I didn't know they get that big, but lucky for me, I don't suffer from arachnophobia at all. Compared to the previous things we were told not to google, this was a lot less traumatizing. Ok, I think I got most of the biggest highlights of today's episode listed. Now I need to go watch that dance one more time :).

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[elarth]

The republican released memo is not inherently factual and I wish people would understand terminology. A memo is just written statements from the house republicans. It’s on paper their suspicions not the end all truth. You can’t tell me it doesn’t have the potential to be very biased. People are acting like this is the condemning piece to the democrats…. not really. Condemning would be if Mueller released similar information from his investigation. I think it’s troublesome that House republicans are trying to interfere with this investigation. Especially knowing Muller was appointed by G.W.B. and is a republican by his own personal beliefs. His personal beliefs aside he’s just trying to get the job done. They’re obstructing their own party members now. Comney was a republican too. It’s very distressing to see republicans turning on republicans. Its a hint that someone is hiding something if you have to turn on your own. This is not a partisan influence of democrats heading the investigation. If you don’t like results so far then you simply don’t like the facts. 

[lemonela]

Why I Love Lin-Manuel Miranda

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I have been anticipating to write about this beautiful cinnamon roll for the longest time because he became one of my biggest inspirations ever since I discovered Hamilton: An American Musical just last year, which I will write about in a separate post. Before Hamilton, Lin also had other projects, such as the musical 'In The Heights', but since I've only discovered him from Hamilton, I will only be referring to that musical and other tidbits I've learned about him!

Lin-Manuel Miranda is the epitome of a wonderful human being. I started reading Hamilton: The Revolution last month and started crying because not only is he so pure, he worked so hard to make his dreams come true and now, millions know his name. His determination and passion is so inspiring to me that he has truly made an impact on how I chose to go about life.

When he first told people that he was writing a musical about one of America's founding fathers, people laughed at him as if it was a joke or as if it would not be successful as it is to this day. That fact itself absolutely touched my heart because I dream of a day that my own work can make a significant impact on people, and I constantly go through self-doubt or even being let down by others. I'm not necessarily talking about millions of people, but something even more significant than what I've already achieved. Lin is definitely a dreamer and in general, seeing people make their hopes and dreams come true brings me tears of joy.

"I know Abuela's never really gonna win the lottery So it's up to me to draw blood with this pen, his an artery This Puerto Rican's brains are leakin' through the speakers And if he can be the shinin' beacon this side of the G.W.B. and Shines a light when it's gray out I wrote my way out"  -- Lin-Manuel Miranda, ('Wrote My Way Out', The Hamilton Mixtape)

Another reason I look up to Lin is because he's a person of colour who has made a name of himself in the Arts scene (musical theatre to be exact). Being a person of colour, who also has parents of immigrants, is something I relate to a lot. To this day, my parents are still working their butts off so that my three siblings and I can go to school as well as go on the occasional vacation and more luxuries for which we aren't thankful enough.

Being a child of an immigrant has a heavy weight on yourself, because you truly wish to achieve paying back your parents in any form. For me, right now, it's making them proud with my achievements in school and being sure of my future and my dreams. All I hope for them to know is that their work is not going to waste and that my number one dream above anything else is reaching the day where not only they're proud of me, but I'm also proud of myself.

I may delve deeper into what I just wrote about my own experience as a child of an immigrant, but going back to Lin-Manuel Miranda, finding out that he's just like me has not only been comforting, but also motivating to know that I, as a Filipina-Canadian, can also succeed in the Arts scene, which is what I strive to do. He wrote his way out from when he was just a musical theatre nerd -- now look where he's at. It's amazing.

I'm so glad that the world has welcomed Lin to our lives because he has genuinely played a huge role in my life as a push to keep doing what I love. I could go on and on, but honestly, I can't seem to find the right words to describe what LMM means to me, so I'll say a few adjectives/short sentences that I have not already mentioned to describe my feelings towards him: bundle of joy, precious, hilarious, loving, caring, powerful, outspoken, makes me cry just thinking about how much he's achieved... okay, I'll leave the rest for Tumblr. P.S. If I ever become as famous as him, I will definitely be like this on Twitter. <3