thatmysticbafflingwonder replied to your post “bluewater9 replied to your post:
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We call him Voldemort at my office.
Makes me think of this: http://i-cant-i-have-rehearsal.tumblr.com/post/153270906385
seepunkrun replied to your post “Just so you know, I still occasionally stumble under the weight of my…”
me too
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When I wake up each morning and hear President Elect (he who shall not be named) the sadness is very overwhelming.
I hear you. It’s hard to believe it won’t get worse before it gets better…
OH MY GOD
y’all realize that then Pence is in charge, right? talk about out of the frying pan…
I almost burst into tears again at work today. Ugh.
right. there. with. you. god, it’s a nightmare. My 10 year old has worn all black every day since the election (because I wore it the first day). She says she’s not stopping until we go to disneyland, because you can’t be sad there.
Just so you know, I still occasionally stumble under the weight of my horror and disappointment with the election results…
Like, I’m trying to move on and do my shit and all of a sudden I can’t breathe and am sure I’m in some really terrible movie.
Few Words Wednesday
From Cleaving 8… might want to skip if you haven’t read 7 yet…
“Zach!”
Zach gave himself one last look in the mirror over the sink, smoothing his hair before turning to cross the hall.
“What’s wro—”
He stopped in his tracks, struck by the view of Chris in his suit. The golden tan complemented his coloring perfectly and the cut of the jacket emphasized broad shoulders and narrow hips, and Christ he looked good. Zach was suddenly glad they hadn’t tried to keep the tradition of not seeing each other before the ceremony. Because his reaction? Not something that he’d want to have both their mothers witness. He subtly adjusted himself as he moved forward to where Chris was focused on his own reflection, fingers messing with his collar.
“I can’t get the tie straight,” Chris said. “I don’t want it to look like crap in the pictures.”
Huffing a laugh, Zach nudged Chris’ hands out of the way. “Let me.”
He untied the knot and started again, nimbly fixing the tie while saying with a small smile, “I’m definitely in charge of teaching Nathan how to do this. You have some sort of complex.”
“I can manage when you’re not around, but for some reason if you are, I’m all thumbs.”
“You just like the help,” Zach suggested, making a final adjustment and kissing Chris’ cheek before stepping back. “Better?”
Chris glanced back at the mirror and nodded. “Thanks.” He fiddled with his hair, now, trying to brush the Steve Trevor bangs out of his face and losing the battle with gravity. “I wish I could cut my hair, though,” he added.
“I don’t,” Zach answered simply. “I like the bangs.” He leaned in and whispered, “Gives me something to hang onto later.” Chris’ breath hitched as Zach pulled back. “You look great. Delicious, actually. Perfect.”
Chris eyes roamed his face, relief and love and humor and something more solemn in his expression. “Good. And you, as always… this turned out even better than I’d hoped,” he said, running a finger along his lapel. “I’m so glad you got them. Can you believe in another hour or two—”
The doorbell rang.
“That’ll be your folks to drive you.” He leaned forward and gave
Chris a chaste but lingering kiss. “Better get downstairs before I make
you very, very late.”
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