good time

He lets out an anxious little noise and takes another sip of his coffee. “I know, but my  anxiety doesn’t.” He steps through the aisles, very much on the look out for a Magformers building set and a veterinarian play set, his stomach still sick with anxiety, until his husband speaks again and affirms his choice in gift. “I hope so. He really loved Jurassic Park, so. I mean it’s about the only thing he’s really shown much interest in, other than the animals.” He smiles as his husband bumps his hip and looks up at him as he speaks, stopping to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re the cutest man in the whole world.” It’s said with extreme confidence as he plucks up a Pet Clinic play set. “Should we get him like a really big one this time? Like, full artist style thin tips or just more basic crayolas? I mean he’s getting old enough that he might like the variety.”

“I know, it just seems so hectic this year. I don’t even know how it’s December already and I’m like actually gonna have a panic attack.” Well, he’s exaggerating a little, but not as much as you would hope. He sighs, trying to calm himself and steps into a toy store, looking around and exhaling steadily, but shakily. “I know, I just. I want the kids to have a good Christmas,  you know? They’re finally old enough to  remember it and I just… wanna make sure it’s a good one.” A Jurassic Park Lego set is lifted and examined, and carefully he  tucks it under his arm and keeps walking. 

BASICS:  

name: astyne ryder preferred pronouns: he/him sexuality: pansexual panromantic zodiac sign: virgo taken or single:  main verse: married to @danielholtzmann, otherwise verse dependent three facts:  1. born in a different universe and was sucked into his current one through a rift in space 2. always dtf (down to fight ) 3. has a minor inferiority complex but hides it well

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“I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been this stressed out about Christmas in my life,” Dan is hyped up caffeine and dying from lack of sleep, rubbing at his eyeballs and chugging down a cup of coffee as they walk through the mall. He sighs and turns to his husband, resting his head against his shoulder as they walk. “I just want it to be Thanksgiving again. That was so chill and low pressure and I didn’t have to worry about presents and having the kids at home for two full weeks and all the credit card bills and finals, and help me – Astyne, I’m dying.“

   “i would give proper warning first, of course. i’m an honorable snowball-thrower.” 

   “what if i built you a snowman?” 

“i don’t trust you to not pelt me with snowballs.”

Tell us your favorite quotes from your character. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said. Then tag your friends.

“Sorry to fuck and dash, but I got shit to do.”

“ I mean, you can always take your chances and be tortured to death, but… “

“None of your fucking business.”

(something deep and profound) “... anyways, my dad was a racist.”

“Space is my home. I can’t be tied to Earth completely because it’s not mine. “

TAGGED BY: @danielholtzmann

@spacedscavenger

“Hey–” It’s begun with every intention of being perky, but her energy quickly slopes off, and she’s left with halfhearted finger guns and a lopsided smile. “Sorry, I didn’t call yesterday like I said I was going to… Uhm.” She clears her throat suddenly and snaps her crappy, now sarcastic fingerguns in her father’s direction.  “Molly broke up with me. So I’m just having a fucking miserable time. And I couldn’t muster the emotional or physical energy to call. But I’m here now. So can I please have some fucking wine and just not think about this any more?”

“Hey,” Astyne echoes and immediately looks Vera over because he can always tell when something is off with her. He frowns and almost asks how she manages to be so sassy through finger guns but then his heart stops and he’s standing up straighter. “I’m sorry.” It’s said softly, quietly, like he doesn’t think she wants to hear it, before he’s moving to the kitchen to get some wine that had already been opened a few nights before, immediately getting down two glasses and filling them more than he probably should. “You sure you don’t want to talk about it? It might make you feel better. If not, I can always tell you funny stories from your childhood. Or from when me and your pops started dating.” He smiles just a little bit awkwardly as he comes back and holds out her glass. “Or we can watch shitty movies and I can order pizza? I know that’s more your brother’s thing, but greasy food is good for a hurting heart.”