Idk it's cute
Blue: *On his laptop in the middle of the floor* why are you so faaaar
Yellow: *on laptop on couch* the plug is here and I'm comfortable.
Blue: *long sad stare at Yellow*
Blue: fine be that way then *sniff*
Yellow: oh come on don't be so dramatic.
*5 mins later*
Yellow: *moves to sit by Blue*
Yellow: shut up *to Blue's smug smile*
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My sister’s cat with her arm around my Katia
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Ive seen multiple posts from reddit refuges that go like "im queer and its so welcoming here!" Or "im nonbinary and dont get quized on my gender here!" Or "im autistic and i can be weird here and yall like it!" And its so fuckin cute its like yes hi hello welcome this is the gay ass autistic website we love special interests we love weird genders we love just saying random shit and the just happy surprised tone of those posts is so wholesome to me like yes! hi! you are in fact the target audience! welcome home
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While I'm just chilling in a tattoo chair unable to use one arm, everyone please look at this picture of my cat looking like a haunted Victorian child
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Pouring one out for Afghanistan and Anguilla and Antigua and Aoteoroa and Barbuda and Australia and the Bahamas and Bahrain and Bangladesh and Barbados and Belize and Bermuda and Botswana and Brazil and Brunei and Canada and the Cayman Islands and Cornwall and Cyprus and Dominica and Egypt and the Islas Malvinas and Fiji and Gambia and Georgia (the country) and Ghana and Gibraltar and Grenada and Guyana and Hong Kong and India and Iraq and Ireland and Jamaica and Jordan and Kenya and Kiribati and Kuwait and Lesotho and Malawi and Malaysia and Maldives and Malta and Mauritius and Montserrat and Myanmar and Nauru and Nigeria and Pakistan and Palestine and the Pitcairn Islands and Qatar and St Lucia and Saint Kitts and Nevis and Saint Helena and Ascension and Tristan da Cunha and St Vincent and Grenadina and Scotland and Seychelles and Sierra Leone and Singapore and the Solomon islands and Somaliland and South Africa and Sri Lanka and Sudan and Swaziland and Tanzania and Tonga and Trinidad and Tobago and Turks and Caicos and Tuvalu and Uganda and United Arab Emirates and United States and Vanuatu and Wales and Yemen and Zambia and Zimbabwe tonight
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can you imagine nanami when you tell him the news that you’re pregnant? he’s happy! of course he’s happy, if not a little shell shocked. he’s quietly discussing the next steps with you as far as making a doctors appointment, getting an ultrasound done to see the little bean and hear it’s heartbeat. all of those things sound great. he plans on being at every single baby related event. mentally he’s marking off his calendar for the first appointment.
but in his mind, he’s absolutely freaking out. nanami doesn’t want to add any stress onto you with his concerns, but he has absolutely no clue how he’s supposed to be a father.
his mind reels at the thought of having this tiny person - a perfect mixture of himself and his love - bundled up in his arms. his heart races when he imagines sleepless nights ahead and midnight bottle making. his breaths quicken when he thinks of all the screaming and crying this little person will make while they turn your lives upside down.
but nanami’s mind also reels at the thought of this tiny person - a perfect mixture of himself and his love - bundled up in his arms, cooing and snuggling closer to his chest. his heart also races when he imagines you, beautiful, belly round with his child, your joint creation. his breaths also quicken when he thinks about quieting their screams and cries, setting the world right again for this little person.
he’s going to be a father.
that same night nanami returns home with two large bags. he sets them down in the foyer by the front door as you emerge from the kitchen.
“hey, baby,” you greet him as he wraps you up in his arms. his hold is tight, not enough to hurt you of course, but enough that you feel secure in his embrace.
“hi, love.” nanami nuzzles his nose into your hair, sighing as though it pained him to be away from you for a couple of hours. and since finding out about the baby, it sort of did hurt him to leave your side.
he kisses your temple as you glance curiously over his shoulder to the two bags. “what’s this?”
you peer up at your husband, the tips of his ears a pretty shade of crimson. you scoot past him, into the corridor and shuffle over to the bags, peeking inside. your brow arches when you see the items on top and nanami simply watches as you shift the contents of the bag around.
eyes wide, you stare at your husband who wears a cute pink blush across his cheeks as he now avoids looking at you. it makes you giggle as you ask, “kento…want to explain why you bought two enormous bags full of…parenting books?”
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