So we went to Orlando anyway and got to go to star wars lol…

Super first world problems but this stupid ass hurricane is ruining the first family vacation in over 6 years that me, my bros, and my mom have been planning for 6 months like why the fuck of all weekends did it have to be this one?

All I wanted was a nice vacation with my family that involved too much food and nice theme parks and just hanging with my brothers, but no. Nope. Dorian isn’t even a good name.

Someone posted a really nice, long, comment on an old fic that I never finished (it was a 2 part fic that I just never got through a mental block to finish) and guess what? I’ve been thinking about that story and the second part for 2 days straight since I saw the comment. I haven’t updated it since 2015! I haven’t thought of it since then too! But now I am and I might just follow up and finish it because of this one single person who took the time to write me a comment because they liked my writing!

It’s not even a pairing I delve into anymore, but guess what? Old habits die hard and now I am remember what I wanted to do and want to finish it!

The whole point of this post is to just say if you ever feel on the edge of commenting on a fic, reblogging, adding tags or sharing how much you enjoyed it, don’t hesitate. Do it! Because it would really mean a whole lot to someone, brighten their day, or even remind them that a thing you like and a thing they liked still exists and they should totally create more content for both of you because God, who would have thought someone else would enjoy a little fanfiction so much?

This has been a psa!

I baked some cupcakes today! Lemon with a strawberry filling.

I named them ‘I’d cross the stars for you.’ Cause I’m a nerd like that.

When they move in together, Bart doesn’t leave Jaime’s side for at least a week. He attaches himself to Jaime’s side, holding him right when they’re relaxing on the couch, making sure they’re pressed as close together during the night. Jaime doesn’t need a blanket with how Bart lays across him while they sleep.

He’s happy, Jaime knows. He’s affectionate and smiling and can’t seem to stand still, not that he ever did before but…still. He loves having Jaime so close.

And after their boxes are unpacked, Bart starts to decorate. Starts to nest. He makes sure they have five blankets in the living room for movie nights, comfort, and snuggling up during winter nights. He puts pictures in the hallway, of them, of their friends, of their life from here to now and everthing in between. All their clothes have a place, in the closet and cabinets and mingled together with old shirts that both of them wear. Their kitchen has roosters decorating it, all rustic and a farm feel that Jaime recognizes as family heirlooms. It’s red and white and checkered. It feels like he’s back at a big Allen family dinner, except when his mother comes to check in and the air smells of spice and cooking meat and Bart looks more and more like home whenever he looks at him smiling, helping his mom with a plate of empanadas, and keeps sneaking spoon fulls of filling when he thinks no one is looking.

It’s dark, the night is old, and Bart is laying across him with drool on his cheek, snoring softly as the glow of the TV screen make his features look sharper than they are. The couch is new, but already feels worn. There’s three blankets throw around them and pillows against his back. Jaime looks from the nearly finished movie to the man in his lap sleeping with his hair fallen in his eyes. Jaime cards his fingers through his hair, staring, feathering the tip of his finger across the round of his cheek. He’s warm. He’s soft. Jaime can feel his chest swelling.

“I love you,” he says to the quiet of the room, even if Bart can’t hear him, simply because it’s the truth. “I love you.”

Bart does not like photoshoots, but her Halloween costume is adorable!

Key lime pie (and mini ones!). My first ever and I think I did a decent job if I do say so myself!