#toshootfirst

I LOVE MY PARENTS

But this is a callout post for Eli @toshootfirst and @spunstories.

Do you know what you’ve done to me over the last (almost) decade that we’ve been friends, and then dating, and then (now) engaged?

You’ve given me a reason to keep breathing and keep living and keep fighting. To keep smiling and keep laughing and keep loving. You’re the reason I can do those things.

You’re my forever and my always. My world. My everything.

Anyone who’s cowardly enough to hide behind the anon button? Doesn’t deserve any recognition from you or anyone else reading this. If someone has a valid opinion? They’ll come to you off anon. Don’t forget that. (And believe me when I say there’s a difference between being anon because you’re too shy to approach someone? And being anon because you want to cause drama without your name being attached to it. Just clearing that up.)

a little bit of an early birthday thing, since i know it’s coming up for you !! today’s bit of positivity goes to eli, who (whom? goddamn, grammar) i’ve been following for god-knows-how-long, and for good reason. everything eli touches, everything eli writes, turns to gold. his love for his muses, for han and for sam most especially, translates so wonderfully into his writing, that i honestly cannot see anyone else portray him. he does his muses full justice, perhaps even more than their own canon, and it honestly takes my breath away. how can one person create such beautiful prose ?? he has such a gift and i’m so lucky that i have the chance to see him weave magic on the dashboard. you’ve found yourself a lifelong supporter, tbh.

and honestly ? i’m so in awe of how eli pushes on, every day, no matter what. heaven knows that life has an uncanny way of trying good-hearted people, but even when it gets hard, he keeps on going, and that’s hands down inspiring as all hell. i can understand, on perhaps a different level, how difficult it can be, and i am so so proud of the way eli picks himself up and faces each new day, even when it might be the hardest thing. he deserves the good that life has to offer, and this holiday season i am praying that he is showered with the love and light that he brings to other people’s lives.

keep being awesome, eli. there is no one quite like you in this world, and i am immensely grateful for you. 🎅🏼

He heard Han, he heard everything the man said. But his mind focused on one word. Date. Damn that word sounded good coming from him. And in this context. Not ‘Hey I have a date.’ Not ‘You should really ask them on a date.’ No, it was Han saying he needed him. That he needed his help and that they could pretend to be together while it was happening. Now, Lando wasn’t one for love. Or, he didn’t used to be. And then along came that damn Han Solo, and his whole galaxy was shifted. Suddenly a little hand holding, a stolen kiss or two, as long as it was with the right person (namely, Han) sounded like a wonderful idea.

This man was dangerous in the best way.

“You need me, pal, you know I’m there for you.” It wasn’t until a few seconds had passed that he realized he hadn’t asked about his cut. What he would make for the job. Maybe because he was getting his cut up front. A little alone time with Solo. Getting to at least act for a while like they were together? He’d take that. He’d take it and commit it to memory because he didn’t know from one day to the next if he would find out that Han had skipped systems and not told him or anyone else. So, yeah, he’d take this.

For a while, he doesn’t say anything. It’s for a few reasons. Because Han Solo is sitting across from him for the first time in what feels like a lifetime. Because he isn’t alone. But in the end, it’s because this man still takes his breath away. Looking at him is like looking into the past and the future all at once. Or, what he wants as his future. But he can’t exactly come out and say that now, can he? He should have years ago, before he lost his chance.