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I love all your omgcp icon edits!! What program do you use to make them?

Hello! And I am so sorry for the late reply (tells you how long i’ve been gone from tumblr).

I use photoshop for my icons! Thanks so much for dropping in!

happy omgcp writer appreciation day!!

Thank you so much! It’s been so long since I’ve written fic, but I appreciate the shout out!

bigspicysenpai

Music to cry in the club to, then heal and move on.

Yes I made a Kent playlist, yes we’re still crying in the club in isolation.

#kent parson #music #im glad Britney's on there 😘#my trash panda son

legojacques

Im maybe just some fluffy, domestic Zimbits. Like just reveling in how much they love each other and how lucky they are that they found each other. :) love your writing!

“Oh, honey, no, don’t put that in your mouth!”

It was too late because by the time Bitty had rushed over there to get the plastic egg out out of Annie’s hand, she had already slobbered all over it.

“Oeuf!” she said proudly.

“Yes, dear, it’s an egg! Put it in your basket now!” Bitty said, trying to show her how to put it in. We’ll open it later for a surprise!”

Across the living room, Sam squealed loudly in delight as he found a colourful egg under a couch cushion. Annie dropped her own egg in favour of toddling over to her brother to look at his instead. Jack snapped a quick picture of the two of them. He also took one of Bitty too before he could throw his arms up in protest.

“Ugh, don’t,” Bitty said. “My hair is a mess and I’m still in pajamas.”

“You’re cute like that though,” Jack said with a soft smile.

Bitty snorted before he turned his attention back to the twins. “How many eggs did we hide again?”

“Ten.”

“And we’ve only got two so far. Oh lord, at this rate, it’s going to take all morning to find the rest of them. You and Sam finish the living room. Annie and I will look in the kitchen. Let’s get this egg hunt finished so I can eat.”

Thankfully, it did not take the rest of the morning, but only because Bitty had to practically find the eggs for Sam and Annie because both of them had the attention span of a of chipmunk.

After breakfast, they video called Bob and Alicia who cooed over the twins before sending their regrets that they couldn’t make down for the holiday. It didn’t feel like Easter anyways with the late snow storm and icy roads.

“Okay,” Bitty said after they’d turned off the laptop. “Who’s ready to colour eggs?”

Egg dyeing took up the rest of the morning, and after lunch, when the babies had tired themselves out enough to be put down for a nap, Bitty collapsed on the couch. “Our children are exhausting,” he said. “I’m so tired.”

Jack, who sat on the other end, began to massage one of Bitty’s feet. His hands were still stained with food colouring that he couldn’t quite wash out. “Me too,” he said. “But, better enjoy it now because they’re going to eventually grow up.”

“No, I don’t want to think about that,” Bitty whined as he threw an arm over his eyes. “I’m going to hunt and colour eggs with my babies every year.”

“And what about me?” Jack teased.

Bitty lifted his arm enough to peer at Jack. “I might be on my third husband by then, but who knows.”

“You little shit,” Jack said, dropping Bitty’s foot and moving to tickle his sides.

Bitty howled as he writhed around, trying to get Jack to stop. “No, no, no, I take it back,” he pleaded between shrieks of laughter.

Jack had him completely pinned, and when he finally stopped tickling him, he laid on top of Bitty’s torso, making sure that the bulk of his weight was between the V of Bitty’s legs so he wouldn’t crush him. “I love you,” he said.

“Love you too, Sweetpea,” Bitty said as he ran his fingers through Jack’s hair, scratching the scalp and massaging it in a way that had shivers running down Jack’s spine.

“What are you thinking,” Jack asked after a bout of silence.

“About how much I hate that mirror on top of the fireplace. I think I want to replace it.”

“You should.”

“And, we should get a porch swing out back. When we’re old, we can be that couple that holds hands while sitting the porch swing.”

Jack was so charmed by the idea that he could hardly hold back a smile. “We can do that now, you know.”

“No, we can’t. We don’t have a porch swing.”

“I meant hold hands,” Jack said, lifting his head to gaze affectionately at Bitty.

“We already hold hands. I want a porch swing to hold hands and drink sweet tea on.”

“Does it have to be sweet tea?”

“If you want your fake, Canadian iced tea, fine, but I’m having sweet tea.”

“Okay,” Jack agreed.

After several minutes of silence, it was Bitty’s turn to ask, “What are you thinking about?”

It took Jack a beat to formulate all his warm, fuzzy feelings into words. “I’m thinking about how comfortable I am right now and how I never want to get up. And, I’m thinking about how lucky I am to have you, and how much I love you.”

“Aw,” Bitty said. “Come here so I can kiss you.” He hauled Jack up his body, and they managed to makeout for an impressive five minutes before they heard crying from the baby monitor.

“I’ll get them,” Jack sighed before dropping a last peck on Bitty’s lips.

“You’re the best,” Bitty said with a fond smile.

#i wanted to reblog this bit of fluff even though it is old #happy Easter y'all #reblorg