This Is So Me

This is so me

boy: *is literally 1 year younger than me* boy: *hits on me* me: thanks…… but…. no thanks…. i’m old enough to be your mother……..

Please reblog this.

Reblog if Black Lives Matter to you

Where are those woke white people at!?

You asked if you can reblog my fic(His Wedding), and well yeah... Go ahead! 💖💖

Thank you

-Jefferson receives the best Christmas present- 

The fireplace warmed the small house nicely, keeping the winter chill away. You sat near the warmth in your favourite chair, the smell of chestnuts roasting slowly filling the space. Christmas was a few days away and Jefferson was out foraging for the markets. He was due home soon, the light dimming outside as the day came to a close. Your fingers worked with ease as you sowed the fabric together in your lap. The door cracking open drew your attention to your husband at the door. He placed the basket at the door, hanging his coat over it. He walked over to you, a smile on his face. “Hello, my darling” he muttered, kissing you gently. “I missed you today” he confessed taking a seat across from you in his own chair. He warmed his frozen hands by the fire, trying to get rid of the chill. He noticed you hadn’t said anything and turned his attention to your movements. “What have you got there?” he asked, nodding to the fabric in your hands. You smiled softly before completely the last stitch and holding up the final product. The smallest of jackets. Jefferson cocked his head to the side in confusion before his eyes crinkled with laughter. “It’s a little small, my love” he teased. You walked over to his chair and sat down on his lap comfortably. He circled his arms around your, securing you to him. “It’s not for us, you goose” you teased back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Then who-” Jefferson’s words stalled as his face lit up with realisation. “No” he whispered. “Yes” you replied, nodding your head. “No” he repeated, standing up and swinging you in his arms. “Yes!” you giggled as he set you down and kissed you tenderly. “We’re going to have a baby?” he asked, his forehead resting against yours. “Merry Christmas, my love” you said. Jefferson placed a hand on your belly as he simply said “Merry Christmas, my darling.” 

Good job, Lego!