thinking about getting hot chocolate and going to look at christmas lights with eddie.
it all would definitely start because you guys have run out of the hot cocoa supplies at home, and eddie will find any excuse to go and get some from your favorite local coffee shop. it just tastes better from there, he always claims (and he says the same thing about you making it for him at home). thinking about the way you both end up with whipped cream mustaches, sweetened upper lips with tongues covered in chocolate as you get back in his van, all bundled up and clinging to your warm cups for a sliver of reprieve from the cold december outside. you’d assume you’re just going to return home, until eddie starts to take a detour in the drive and oh no how did we end up in this fancy neighborhood where everyone has extravagant decorations? oh well!
he knew exactly what he was doing, though. he just wanted to watch you watch the lights. the way your eyes get all wild, the way your grin is so youthful and just brimming with whimsical excitement. the way you get so extraordinarily excited over something that should be mundane after living through 20+ christmases. all these houses do this every year — the two of you make the same detour every single year. it shouldn’t all be so new to you; and yet you always react like it is, drinking it in like it’s the first time you’ve tasted milk chocolate frothing with melted whipped cream and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen shining lights that resemble icicles dripping from rooftops. and the entire time, he’s looking at you like it’s the first time. the first time he’s laid eyes on you, the first time he’s wanted to kiss your lips so badly his own start to ache, the first time he’s ever seen the color green reflected in someone’s iris just right.
every time he takes you, it’s like he’s getting to fall in love with you all over again. he loves it — he loves you.
the only difference as the years go by is the way you look at him, each year with more fondness he didn’t think was possible. for every excited gasp you let out at reindeers made of crystal lights and blow up santas swaying in the unforgiving wind, you’re looking at him with double the warmth, double the love, double the awe.
he hits nearly every mailbox. several cars are nearly victim to a terrible scraping from his van. he swerves all over neighborhood roads just to keep his eyes on you.
“why are you looking at me like that, munson?”
it feels like the first time you’ve ever said his name, too.
“just enjoying the sights,” he’d whisper, smiling so gently and subtly, taking his foot off the gas and letting the van crawl a lil bit slower so you can gaze at the next house a lil longer.
and when you twist up your face, his heart clenches in time with the twitch of your nose.
“the sights? you’re not even looking out your window at the lights-“
and unlike the first time he took you around to see the lights, to begin this new sacred tradition, he kisses you. leans right over his center console, takes your face in his heated palms, and presses his lips to yours till he can’t tell if the caramel drizzle he’s tasting is from your hot cocoa or his. let’s the icy tip of your nose smash against his. let’s your scarf unravel from around your neck as he brings you in closer.
you might always love the christmas likes like they’re something brand new, a sight to behold, a magic to be held, but he’ll always love you like that. and then some.
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Flaming hot take, but not every movie or TV show needs to hit every individual diversity mark to be a good movie or show?
Like, please understand, I very much get the concept of intersectionality, and I know the actual statistics of minorities’ presence in the world and there is a whole lot of overlap that would be nice to see realistically portrayed in the media but it’s just like. Sometimes a story is just…A story. It’s one person’s story. And it doesn’t need to hit some specific diversity quota to be a good story.
Accept the movies about Latin people as a movie about Latin people. Accept the queer representation as queer representation. Take the story about the disabled person for what it is. But if it’s a story about a queer couple facing adversity, maybe don’t get up in arms about them not being the “right type” of queer for you. Wild idea? TELL THAT STORY YOURSELF.
Because sometimes that straight couple is dealing with other issues in their universe, and that’s why it’s not gay. Sometimes if you cast a black woman, that makes it a black story. And that Asian storyteller isn’t telling the story of a black woman. They’re telling their story.
So instead of getting mad that this isn’t the story YOU wanted to hear? Tell the story you wanted to hear. Because that one is theirs. And someone deserves to tell yours.
The diversity quota does as much of a disservice to storytelling as a lack of representation does. If you don’t resonate enough, make something we can resonate with more. Let us claim our stories as our own, and leave others to say what they want to say.
If we all tell our stories, I promise. Eventually you’ll find one just for you.
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this lady tabling for some doctor organization stopped me and my partners outside the target by saying we didn’t know about the org because we were so young, “like 20, 21?” and acted fake surprised when we told her our real ages and was like “what’s ur secret?” and robin went, “I don’t go outside.”
first of all, scream, they’re so funny. second of all, what kind of insane Instagram models is this lady hanging around with who get flattered when you assume they’re 5-10 years younger? that’s like, street magician level flattery.
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none of you have any clue how happy I am to see fallout on all my social media again, I simply do not care how much spam of any one character there is. spam me more. post 90000 gifs of the show and the games, send me every Cooper post. I don’t care if he’s the most popular b’lorb de jour, I’m just glad to see ghouls get attention and I’m out here cheering on the sidelines for every character that gets even a glimmer of the spotlight. gimme all your art of random NPCs from the games idc how obscure they are. post those OCs and post them often. I’ve been in love with this franchise for SOOO long, seeing it be loved and enjoyed on such a massive scale just brings me infinite joy. show me your MtG fallout cards. tell me how you got into it, I don’t care if it was from 4 or 76 or 1 or New Vegas. or just the show. or maybe even the tabletop. no gatekeeping, no one-upping, just. enjoy. enjoy that we got a show that isn’t garbage. enjoy that there’s so many new people and show them around if you’re an old critter like me.
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Honestly I’m so frustrated with this stomach ulcer situation, because last weekend I had Plans, I was specifically going to Fight The Depression and Do Tasks and also Treat Myself to try and get out of the mental slump I’ve been in for a bit
And then none of that happened cause I was sick all weekend and my apartment is a mess (one of the Tasks) and I’m suddenly having to deal with an extremely limited diet (no food that can be considered a Treat is on the good list and neither are a lot of my staples, so I’m just getting down what I can) and while it is improving it’s still decidedly Not Great so really I’m just. Decomposing on the ground because I don’t feel good and I’m really not up to doing much but the thing is I was kinda already doing that before and I was actively trying to fix that but now it’s like. Every spoon I mustered to try to feel better is now devoted to dealing with being sick and a stomach ulcer takes like a fucking month (or more!!!!!) to heal. I’m deeply hoping the symptoms largely fade before that, so I can enjoy some of being alive, but god, like if I have to feel like this for an entire month (OR MORE!!!!!) like fuck what the hell, ibuprofen should not be legal if this is what it does to you
There’s absolutely nothing I can do about this aside from what I’m already doing (ultrasound is in a week so like. I hope that will give me a better idea of recovery time) but im just so tired of feeling Bad. I was feeling bad mentally for a while and I wanted to fix that! I was trying! But now all that’s been waylaid by feeling bad physically so I just have both Bads at the same time and what am I even supposed to do here
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I hope this doesn’t come off as rude but were you seriously complaining about your boyfriends family wanting to go to Disneyland again? I have a big family and I, too, totally get how it’s overwhelming (because frankly, I think the parks bring out a different side of people) but do you seriously prefer staying in on your vacation in another country to write fanfiction? Are you more of a homebody than an extrovert? Because, same!
I can assure you we readers don’t mind waiting for Simmer! You should be able to enjoy your vacation and not have to “waste” (It’s not a waste on your writing part. I’m just not sure how else to phrase it.) your time abroad.
Again, I mean no offense whatsoever and I deeply apologize if this comes off judgmental or inappropriate. I just don’t want you to regret using your time in Florida writing Simmer when you could’ve been making memories or trying new things! But, if you’re enjoying the writing process of Simmer than I’m sure you’re more than happy with what you’ve done so far! I do hope the rest of your trip is swell and you do get a breather once and a while because Florida is honestly miserable after a while. ❤️
taking a big sigh here. you mentioned twice about not wanting to come across as rude or judgmental etc, but I want to kindly let you know, that “are you seriously complaining..” and “do you seriously prefer..” comes across as exactly that.
i’m on holiday, staying in a villa with 11 people (5 kids). it’s 36 degrees on average each day. i made a comment today about being roped into going back to disney because i’m allowed to make comments on my blog. i’m not necessarily an introvert or an extrovert, i’d just like one day to relax and do my own thing after being on the go since the 28th of june.
i’m also an adult, and as much as i’m sure the sentiment was in the right place, I really don’t need someone to tell me not to waste my trip. you’re right, florida can get miserable after a while, and I really just wanted some downtime to do something I loved, not because i’m in a rush to get it posted.
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