I’m about to write things of a smutty nature while eating porkchops.
Yup, it’s a Wednesday.
Can we just briefly discuss how my one of my RPs started off all dirty and smut-tastic and now it’s kind of angsty at the moment…
…I honestly don’t even know how it happened.
I need someone to put the words “angst” and “city” on either side of his face.
Please, gif wizards, do this for me.
…I hate you.
Lmao, I really do.
“So it’s official,” Natalie said, dancing in the back seat. A year had passed, it was time for Fashion Week, and she and Kara had just been legally adopted by Mercedes and Sam respectively.
“Yep. Now everything should go smoothly in New York,” Sam said, driving home.
“I really wish you could go,” Kara said, pausing from playing with the baby and looking up at him through the rear view mirror.
“Me too, but I have to stay here with Nicole. She’s not old enough to travel,” he replied.
“Dangit, Nicole!” Natalie said, waving a finger at the infant in her car-seat between them.
“You know, I think today’s events call for a celebration,” Mercedes said.
“DAIRY QUEEN!” the girls said immediately. Nicole stirred, but she didn’t start crying. Sam figured she was used to the noise too.