yellow lights

- ̗̀ just lay your problems on me & i'll be waiting there for you. the stars can be so blinding when you get tired of fighting, you know the one you can look to. sebastian walsh; fourty-five, nyc.

[sebwalsh]

poppywclsh:

“oh please, dad, what’s the point in denying it ?? look at me, i’m gonna need new trousers or some shit soon, because i can’t imagine myself fitting in this for much longer,” she mumbled cynically. she was sitting on the bed, surrounded by different kinds of cheeses  ( a craving ) and a stack of crackers. she patted the one free spot on the bed. “c’mon then, we can share,” she offered, “but you better don’t touch my cheddar because i will not be nice if you do. the other cheeses are all yours, though.”

“it doesn’t matter if you are, okay? we can easily get you new clothes if you need it,” he spoke gently, trying to soften his angsty teen’s mood. sebastian smiled, walking over and plopping on the bed next to her. “i wouldn’t dare take your cheddar away as long as you actually i can have the manchego,” he chuckled. his eyes peered over to what she was writing, wondering if she’d actually allow him to read a piece. “what award-winning, beautiful work of art have you written today?”

[sebwalsh]

melanietownsend:

“Now this just feels like a challenge for me to come up with the most absurd thing I can,” Melanie grinned. Melanie’s heartbreak felt personal, it felt like the kind that no-one could understand but she also knew that people immediately tried to put themselves in her shoes, tried to imagine what it would feel like. “I hope so,” she shrugged, “I mean, they all turned up, so that’s a start.”

“and i’d welcome it with open arms, mel. it will be a challenge i look forward to,” he smirked. “actually showing up is definitely a start,” he nodded in agreement. “the next task is to get them to express their feelings about the situation, which is a battle in itself.”

[crestcs]

     “—-call me out on it, then, i’ve gotten fat,” the girl mumbled, seemingly unimpressed when facing the other person. but the tone of her voice, the slight shake in her hands, they told a different story; she was quite hurt by the idea that that’s why the other had been looking. “i just like crackers and cheese when i write, okay ?? it fuels my creative spirit..”

[sebwalsh]

“honey, you haven’t gotten fat,” sebastian reassured, glancing at her with a soft expression as he leaned against the doorframe. the fact that his daughter was feeling insecure about her weight made his heart hurt, but he wasn’t sure how he could fix it. “i’m only looking because i cannot believe you’re eating cheese and crackers without me. i’m hurt.”

[cassidykilmcr]

The party was supposed to be a pleasant distraction from the stifling sadness that she felt from being on the island again, and from being around her family again, but unfortunately for Cassidy, it wasn’t enough to get the conversation she had with her mother the previous day out of her head. So, once again, the girl had started drinking, apparently not having learned her lesson from the last time she got wasted; when she ended up in bed with a complete stranger. Cassidy had managed to convince herself that anything was better than feeling like this, hence why she didn’t even bother to try to count the amount of shots she had poured down her throat. A few hours in, she started feeling dizzy and nauseous, either from the booze or perhaps someone slipped her something. Though she made it to the bathroom, she slipped on the tiles before she could reach the toilet, breaking the heel of one of her Louboutins in the process. “God fucking dammit!” she cursed, before a whimper escaped from her lips as she felt a sharp pang of pain in her ankle. Glancing over at the ‘wet spot’ she slipped on, the blonde nearly gagged upon discovering it was vomit, and that it had stained her skirt. “Why is this my life? I can’t.. I can’t even!” 

[sebwalsh]

sebastian wasn’t quite sure why he was at this party, to begin with. it was looming with swarms of people younger than him, immediately feeling out of place as he walked in. when he was told there would be a party, he expected more attendees his age — boy, was he wrong. if anyone asked him why he was there, his excuse was simply going to be that he was trying to find one of his kids. surely, people would buy that. before he made the decision to leave, he took the opportunity to head to the bathroom and as he was washing his hands, he noticed someone hastily open the door. looking up at the reflection in the mirror, he quickly noticed it was drunken cassidy. “well, first thing’s first, you’re in the men’s restroom,” he voiced as he moved over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her. “second, we can easily get you a new pair of louboutins that are not covered in vomit,” he continued, examining the scene. “is your ankle okay, though? do you feel like it’s sprained?”

[sebwalsh]

sms | girl scout.

SCOUT: it's my own fault for having an off-kilter sense of humor, i know.

SCOUT: and everyone else's fault for just not being as smart as i am ! wow who would've ever thought i'd say that?

SEBASTIAN: Oh, stop it. You're very smart, Girl Scout.

SEBASTIAN: The smartest and funniest girl in the world.

[sebwalsh]

cvndyw:

“they’re just angry… which, like, i don’t blame them. i’m angry too. but i don’t think they hate her.” she told him. then she nodded, “i appreciate it. i’m glad you guys are here, this vacation may be unbearable otherwise.” she laughed, “well, they wouldn’t be doing their jobs if they weren’t pains in the ass.” she knew all too well about that side of parenthood 

“you’re suppressing your anger very well... have you been smoking more often now?” he laughed. “seriously, xavier has been talking about wanting to set you up with someone. let us be your fairy godparents.” sebastian really wanted to help his friend as much as he could, knowing she’d do the same for him. plus, cindy was hot. it wouldn’t be hard task at all. “let’s just hope they don’t grow up to resent us like we did to our parents,” he joked, raising his glass.

[sebwalsh]

saharawclsh:

“you’re saying that because you’re my dad and have to tell me that i’m amazing.” sahara retorted, rolling her eyes again. she smiled at the kiss to her head before laughing. “you and dad have to push them into getting jobs, not me.” she quipped, raising her hands up in mock surrender. “stop, now you’re being all sappy. do you want me to get all emotional?”” 

“yes, i may love you the most out of anyone else in the world because i’m your dad, but you are super talented. never doubt your self-worth, baby girl.” sebastian teased, giving his daughter a soft expression. “blame your father. him and i have been talking about how grown you all are and how old we’re getting,” he spoke, nudging her with his elbow. “but i’m still the cool dad, right? definitely the cool one.”

[sebwalsh]

sms | girl scout.

SCOUT: it's not like funny like ha ha

SCOUT: it's good word play!!

SCOUT: and it would highlight the horrors of baby seal slaughter but like nobody is smart enough to get my word play so

SEBASTIAN: You're just too clever for anyone.

SEBASTIAN: It went completely over my head.

[sebwalsh]

sms | girl scout.

SCOUT: bc it got clubbed to death :(

SEBASTIAN: Okay, we need to talk about this.

SEBASTIAN: Is this you shedding light on how terrible seal slaughter is or do you really think it's funny?

[sebwalsh]

sms | girl scout.

SCOUT: good morning!!!! i just came up with this hilarious joke:

SCOUT: a baby seal walks into a club

SCOUT: get it?

SEBASTIAN: Honey, what does this mean?

SEBASTIAN: Why would baby seal walk into a club?

[sebwalsh]

samwalshed:

“you came here to get away from us? to get away from me?” he pressed a hand to his heart, pushed into his chest as his spine bent, a perfect image of a man about to have a heart attack. dang, he should have been an actor. “yeah but dad, me-time is obviously better when you’ve got your own delightful and only slightly-drunk sam.” he paused and then look his head, lips pursed together as he realized his mistake. “yeah, that didn’t sound good. that sounded really not good. i’m going to up my status from slightly to kinda.”

“when you put it like that you make me sound like a bad father.” sebastian laughed, rolling his eyes at his son’s dramatics. this is exactly what he was trying to escape from for a solid hour, but he’d never fight having his kids actually want to hang out with him. it was a rare blessing. “you can get drunk, sam. you’re twenty-three and can make your own choices as long as you don’t end up in jail and your father and i have to post bail,” he joked in a tone that hinted he was at least half serious. “slightly, kinda, really — does it matter? it’ll happen eventually while you’re here.”

[sebwalsh]

dominiquend:

the national guard? she wasn’t too familiar with the american functions of the national guard, and france only just very recently rebooted their program after the attacks on paris. but if they worked the same way, then she kind of understood what it meant—she wasn’t a political genius but she followed and dealt with enough of it to know her way around a government or two. “that seems like—” oh, what was the word? surpuissance, but it had too many translations… “overkill? i think that’s the word.” america had been making much of the world rather nervous lately, and she could imagine being a citizen of the country would be much worse. “i’m sorry. but, now that you’ve read up on it, you should put it away. there isn’t anything you can do from here, right? and everyone deserves a break.”

“overkill is exactly the word to explain that,” sebastian nodded in approval. “how ironic that you’re telling me to take a break because that’s all i’ve been telling my husband since we’ve got here,” he chuckled, embracing domini’s words and placing his phone in his pocket. he brought his drink to his lips to take another swig, looking over at the young girl next to him. “catch me up on everything. how’s work going? has anything exciting happen lately?” he questioned, genuinely curious and invested in what she had to say. he was always in awe of how put-together the young girl was, and knew she needed more recognition than she has been given. 

[sebwalsh]

xaviersw:

“There’s still time,” Xavier teased, knowing full well Sebastian wouldn’t get tired of him. Xavier also was incredibly proud of their marriage. “You won’t have to let go of them,” he reminded Sebastian. “We’ll always be their dads.” Xavier snorted a laugh. “Sahara is growing up into quite the rock star, isn’t she? Someday she’ll be glad for all that footage to look back on,” he winked playfully. “I know I will appreciate having that footage to look back on.” Like it or not, their kids were growing up. And he wanted to have pictures and videos for when they went out on their own. 

“you know what i think about whenever i look through those videos? even the old ones where they’re just tiny kids?” sebastian questioned rhetorically, brushing his nose against his husband’s. “if any of our children get recognized for accomplishing anything groundbreaking, i’d have a plethora of footage for documentary filmmakers to get their hands on,” he explained thoughtfully, a soft smile playing on his lips. “the world would know we raised the most astonishing children.” the two of them knew how difficult it was to raise children in the climate they did. and he constantly wanted to remind anyone and everyone who would listen how seemingly well-rounded their kids were.

[sebwalsh]

melanietownsend:

“Anything?” she joked, “I’ll make sure to remember that,” she grinned. Melanie really appreciated Seb, he was exactly what she needed, he told the truth and he was always there for her. She nodded when he spoke about her girls, “sometimes it feels like I lost all four of my girls, not just one,” she admitted.

“i swear on my life, i am not joking. i mean anything,” he reiterated. sebastian sighed as she continued to talk about her new family dynamic, immediately making him think about if that happened to his own family. he couldn’t even imagine how he’d be in her shoes. a low sigh escaped his lips as he looked at her with sympathetic eyes. “i’m sure they’ll come around eventually. i mean, they have to, right?”

[sebwalsh]

cvndyw:

“i think there was a lot of angry words aimed at maggie and then, of course, slandering celeste. maggie thinks they hate her.” cindy let out a breath, shaking her head, “yeah, maybe family group therapy? i don’t even know, it’s a lot to take in right now. i just thought i was going to have to deal with the awkwardness of seeing my ex-wife- not all the other stuff.” she grinned then, “well, it is your job to embarrass them. the family time is good! the best thing about this place.” 

“well, do they?” he asked bluntly, pursing his lips. “you’re always more than welcome to hang out with xavier and i if you ever want to get your mind off of this truly unfortunate situation,” he smiled kindly at her. “oh, i hear you there. i’m just waiting for them to be a pain in my ass because it’s always bound to happen while we’re here.

[sebwalsh]

antonclla:

“ i’m not exaggerating. it really was hideous. ” tony propped her chin up in her hand, leaning against the bar. “ i’m just very anti-sequins. i think we should make 2018 the death of the sequin. they’re so fuckin’ tacky. ”  

“i’ll go ahead and tell the vogue editors how you feel. maybe they’ll add that in their next edition. you’ll probably get quoted and everything,” sebastian voiced sarcastically, a small smirk on his face. “you’re telling me your moms never dressed a young tony in sequins? that’s hard to believe. they were very in when you were little.”

[sebwalsh]

saharawclsh:

“some sucker is going to hack your cloud expecting to find all your cool ass designs and be disappointed to find all these videos of my music, you mean.” sahara responded with an eyeroll. “see, if you did that i would find a way to turn this into a career to pay my own way. that’s gotta happen eventually, right? can’t have my dad still payin’ my phone bill when i’m like thirty.” she teased.

“no one will ever be disappointed to find your music. anyone would be so lucky to hear your beautiful songs,” he spoke, kissing the top of her head. “why don’t you tell your siblings that? i feel like i’ll be paying for them for the rest of mine and your father’s days,” he chuckled. obviously, he didn’t mind paying for his children; he spoiled them senseless. “but i’m never worried about you, you know that? you’ve got a good head on your shoulders.”