World Of Ships!!

Kung Lao: Oh my god!

Coyote: So…how was it seeing Rooster again last night?

Hangman(sighs): Rooster’s annoying…and he’s hot, which is also annoying.

Bradley swallows, gaze intent on the headstone ten yards away. His heart is rabbit quick in his chest, thumping rhythmically against his sternum like a war drum. If Jake wasn’t holding his hand he’s pretty sure it would be trembling. “Yeah, I am.”

Jake squeezes his hand once.

With a slow, soothing breath, Bradley pulls them over to the gravesite. “Hey–” his voice cracks, forcing him to clear his throat before trying once more. “Hey mom, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Jake.”

“It’s nice to make your acquaintance, ma’am.” Jake says, even ducking his head slightly in a bow.

Bradley smiles. “We’re uh, it’s the Pride parade today, so we’ll be heading there after this. But I wanted to introduce you two.” A beautiful butterfly lands on Carole’s headstone, wings fluttering. Bradley takes it as the sign it is.

boxerina my love ❤️

Exactly 100 words for @topgundrabble (and also for @shorelinetides)

Huddled around Javy's phone, the squad peers down at the photograph with mixed surprise and delight.

It's Jake.

It's Jake in the world's tightest pants and a cropped t-shirt. There's a chain around his waist. His hair is free of its usual strictures, artfully messy. There's a pride flag slung over one shoulder. He is covered in glitter.

"Bradshaw, you run into Hangman at the Pride parade yesterday?" Natasha asks, sweetly. Across the room, Bradley looks up, startled, and frowns.

"Uh, yeah, I think I…. saw him. How'd you know?"

Nat's grin is predatory.