I am a private person. I also believe that joy, like misery, loves company but it definitely throws better parties. Along with keeping much of me and mine to myself; I usually don't 'allow' myself to get excited. But. I am over the moon, bouncing off the walls, can barely contain myself excited/ happy/ elated at finally having our wedding.
The cute part of the story is that this was originally planned for 2015. The date would have been 11/11/15. In previous years, I was told that pregnancy would be next to impossible for me, and I was okay with that. Our son's birthday is about a week after that date. I'm more thankful for him. I also appreciate how, over that time, our guest list has gone from close to 250 to less than 10. Happily so, no fuss, just us.
I'm finally (officially) marrying my best friend!!! The one who let me know love at first sight is not only possible but very real. The one who taught & showed me what unconditional means and stood, stands, beside me as I consciously separate and navigate from all things conditional and toxic.
The trials and tribulations have been many, and we grew closer and stronger together not only through difficult times but the many good and great ones, too.
We see each other, meet each other where we are, and choose each other while choosing to keep going and keep growing. We are partners in every sense and yet wonderfully individual and separate, still finding ways to surprise one another. We do not tolerate each other's differences; we celebrate them. We don't hide our anger or misgivings; we talk and work through things together. We match, fit, and click in close to every way possible.
I can't imagine what has been close to the equivalent of half my lifetime spent with him any other way. Many remark on how lucky he is, but it takes two, and he helps me feel like a four leaf clover dancing on a rainbow each and every day.
"Monday for health, Tuesday for wealth, Wednesday best of all, Thursday for losses, Friday for crosses, Saturday, no luck at all"
Neil once again completely misreading when someone's flirting with him and about to square up in a back alley.
More pretty boy please
WIP Wednesday 2/28/24 (CLOSED) | Pretty Boy
They get back to the house and with one last squeeze they release one another's hands before heading out of the car. The door is unlocked and Andrew rolls his eyes imagining that the group hadn't really noticed that Andrew and Neil hadn't been coming in behind them.
They get ready for bed, brushing their teeth, using the toilet, and changing. When Andrew comes back to the room he finds Neil already changed and under the covers.
He crawls into bed in the dark and when he slides under the comforter he's a bit surprised to realize that Neil's wearing a sweatshirt to bed. He tries not to overthink it, it's gotten cold out and Neil's hand had been cold.
JOHN GOD DAMN WINCHESTER! Obviously no hate to Adam or his mom, but JOHN MOTHERFUCKIKG WINCHESTER HAD A SIDE FAMILY? And he went to them enough for them to have framed photos of them all together. Where he is on family trips like hiking and a baseball games? 'iT wAs tO pRoTeCt AdAm' and look where that got him! Dead.
Ok on to other things, Dean still losing at rock paper scissors and throwing his hands up when he lost💀. Sam being left alone with 'Adam' and automatically going "HA I get to be the big brother now! Wanna play with guns?". Them giving Adam a hunters burial. Dean saying SAM is more like John then he will ever be, just all of it.
you know sometimes you know you and your friend aren't meant to be, everything about you and her is wrong. Still, you can't help it because you always feel like she needs you and you keep trying to help and help and help and help but it never gets better, but you still keep trying, and more of you get broken than the cracks that she herself had...you tried for more than two years. People left her, some bad others good, but they were always the ones to leave her, and you think about why they left her, but in the back of your heart you know, you keep giving her advice, being her trauma dump, helping her whenever she falls to her knees, turning a blind eye to the spikes that cover her arms and hands. Unable to bring yourself to unlatch the hook that digs deeper and deeper into you as she descends into the dark dragging you with her. And you keep trying to keep her head above the water, disregarding how your lungs fill up with the cold, merciless water. You think she must survive and forget that you too, must survive. And you fall deeper and deeper in but your only thought is to push her out as the last of the sand covers more and more of your body. You feel claustrophobic but you worry more if she had been able to pluck the grains of the sand from her eyes and mouth.
One day you say enough but then she draws you back in with those sweet venomous words. And this happens over and over until you feel the spikes digging into your palms, until you feel the hook pierce through your heart, until you feel your lungs overflowing with the cold water, until you feel the scorching hot sand in your mouth, eyes, ears and nose, filling your belly and lungs full. And you say enough for the last time. She tries to say no, she tries to justify, she tries, she says things, things that hurt your heart and make you want to forgive her, but you can't, you are tired, exhausted, done with it all, and you tell her one last time, that if she does not better herself , you could not help anymore and that you will only talk to her again once she talks to herself.
> a bunch of snapshots of simon and his pretty little sweetheart’s adventures.
!! suggestive - minors dni; canon divergence; no chronological order (basically a bunch of loosely-tied worldbuilding); subtle and hinted age difference; reader gets princess treatment because she deserves it so!!
: im the one who’s the most confused as to how my obsession with biker!simon started but im stringing u along anyway so pls have fun!! my inbox is open for brainworms <33
for all posts, pls click on biker!simon tag <33
part 01 - intro post; headcanons
part 02 - simon can’t wait to come home to you
part 03 - getting over your fear of riding a bike
part 04 - lap sitting (a visual); ask
part 05 - simon and your first meeting; ask // extra 01
part 06 - little donuts at the park <;33
part 07 - simon’s instagram account (includes visuals); ask
part 08 - teasin’ each other on their way home; ask; suggestive
part 09 - body worship (a visual); ask; suggestive
part 10 - getting over your fear of riding a bike sequel! (a visual); ask