#dissac

[the-fault-in-our-realities]

Damien/Isaac/Jared

“So you’re fucked up. He’s fucked up too. I’m fucked up. We’re fucked up but we love each other and we’re getting better.”

[lazynewruc]

How gay are you on a scale of 1 to ‘The Kill List’? Never mind actually no one is that gay.

[zosia-and-ollie-valentine]

If the writers don't sort out Zollie soon, I'm going to start shipping Dissac more.

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At least the scenes between Dom and Issac were cute even if they were in a small quantity. Them talking about working with your partner, Dom saying he let him win, their arms on each other's backs... I am so in love with this couple ♥️♥️

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Stairway To Heaven (Part 1)

It started as a normal day, the swing of the Keller ward forcing Dominic Copeland out of his lover’s arms and into the rat race that they called the Christmas period. The plastic Christmas lights were emerald green, reflecting on silver bed pans and bed frame poles. A tacky decoration was not to Dominic’s displeasure, but reminded him too much of his mad friend Zosia, and her crazy obsession with the season.

“Don’t give me that look Dr Copeland!” Sacha Levy giggled straightening it out as he jingled his bells. “I’m making all staff wear silly hats, it’s part of the festive spirit!” he chuckled, sporting an almost florescent Christmas jumper and a hat shaped like a Christmas tree.

Dom rolled his eyes, his love for the dad of Keller very much prominent as he strolled away. He breathed out a sigh of content as the tubby man made his way towards a patient, his hat quickly falling into a pan of vomit, leaving him with giggles from Essie and a smushed up face.

That was Keller ward, just the way Dom liked it.

“Ah I see you’re a Christmas Turkey for the day.” Dom was brought from his thoughts as Isaac pounced, his strong arms looping themselves around his berry scrubs, a light kiss slowly being pressed to his neck. “I think you got the better end of the deal…” He muttered as Dom turned around, suddenly smacking his hand to his mouth.

“I-Is that a Brussel sprout?” Dom began to snigger, throwing his head back in hysterics as Isaac rolled his eyes. The pair were a mess as they fooled about, Dom trying to bop the top of it with his finger. “Sacha Levy is amazing!” He giggled, pulling his boyfriend into a hug.

“Shut up you.” Issac smirked, cupping Dom’s face as he scrunched it between his fingers. “Together we’d make the perfect roast dinner!” He laughed, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek as Dom pulled back. He was in a fit of hysterics again and Isaac couldn’t help but blush with his boy’s cuteness.

“How romantic!” Dom teased, tapping his lover on the chin. He took Isaac’s hand twirling himself around in the nurse’s station before suddenly coming to a dead halt as he banged into a tall and quite scary figure.

“How romantic indeed Dr Copeland.” Hanssen was stood behind the pair, his own laughter stunted by a serous gaze and the large file stuck between his fingers. “when you two have stopped frolicking on my ward I have a task for Dr Copeland here.” He handed the file into Dom’s hands and smiled approvingly at the pair as their grip became dethatched, their turkey hats falling off and their facial expressions once again professional.

“Of course Mr Hanssen, dare I ask what it is?” Dom was confused as he stood with a pile of roughly written files, even more confused when he opened it to reveal a picture of his dead best friend sticking out of the papers. “What the?” “let me explain.” Mr Hanssen smiled down at the doctor, the one who was currently finding it hard to look at his friend’s smile, and his goofy glasses hanging on his nose. He wanted to tear up, but he had done well in suppressing that emotion since June.

“We have a 20-year-old patient that has just been admitted, someone with end stage Hodgkin’s lymphoma.” Henrik sighed, his hand falling onto Dom’s shoulder. “She is very nervous and will not open up to anyone, not even enough to explain her symptoms.” He watched as Dom nodded, a bewildered daze on his face as he came to terms with what he was asking. “it is seriously compromising her treatment and as you had such a personal relationship with Arthur throughout his last months, I believe you’d be best to talk to her and possibly get her to calm down.” He smiled at the young doctor, tapping his hand against the desk as Dom took a breath.

“Mr Hanssen, I’m not sure I’m the right person for this I-“

“It’s your call Dr Copeland, but you remember how nervous Dr Digby was when he got his diagnosis, I believed you handled that very well.” Mr Hanssen gave him a final nod of the head before walking slowly down the corridor. His hands swung behind his back, his head hanging low. All it did was bring back memories of Arthur for Dom, he almost felt bad for the girl he had never met.

“Mr Hanssen?” He called out, much to Isaac’s surprise as his boyfriend flew forward. Henrik didn’t turn round, still peacefully walking to the doors of Keller, before calling exactly what Dominic needed to hear.

“Room 243 Dr Copeland.” He said, before exiting in true Mr Hanssen style, swift but boldly, letting the doors smash behind him.

“Room 243.” Dom whispered to himself, slowly taking the file. He pulled out the picture of Arthur, a laminated card which pictured him in his berry scrubs. “This is for you.” He breathed, before tucking it into his pocket with a pat. “you and your goofy glasses better help me out.” He said. {-}

Dom stood outside the room, his head engrossed in the girls file, and his clammy hand sitting on the door handle. He was trying to convince himself that this was just another patient, just another person with a problem he couldn’t fix. He’d had loads of patients die on him, surely this wouldn’t be any different.

But it was.

It felt like he was going to be talking to Arthur all over again, seeing someone’s face fall as they realised their time on this earth was going to come to an end. He didn’t want to open the box that had been closed for months, let out emotions he had been so good at hiding.

He wanted to forget about Arthur, was that so bad?

“Hello, I’m Doctor Copeland.” He put on a smile as he entered the private room. He wasn’t sure where to look as the girl had her back facing him, her gaze set on the large bay window at the bottom of Keller. All Dom could see was her dark brown locks and a nebulizer attached to a machine. When she didn’t acknowledge his appearance, he felt awkward, an emotion he rarely had. “You can call me Dom if you’d like.” He smiled, slowly walking round the room.

“What do you want Dr Copeland?” She said sassily, burying her head further inti the pillow. “you can try and take blood from me, but you’ll have to sedate me first.” She laughed sarcastically before coughing into her oxygen mask, causing Dom to rush to her side.

“I just want to help you Melanie.” He muttered, taking a seat on the end of her bed. “I know how horrible it is for you, but we need to do some tests on you, to see how advanced you are.” He smiled, trying to take her hand.

“you’re even worse than that posh fella.” She rolled her eyes, turning over once again so her eyesight was averted. “I’ve said countless times that I don’t want treatment, so why don’t you shove off back to mopping sick and leave me to die already.” Dom could hear the pain in her voice and gulped back his own tension, but stood strong as she carried on.

“life isn’t worth anything to me, I’ve been destined to die young since I was 5 years old and I fist contracted this thing. You don’t know how I feel, so don’t start talking medicine to me when you know that I’m going to pop my clogs in a matter of weeks.”

“My friend Arthur, he died of cancer, I know how bad it can make you feel.” He replied sadly, looking at the laminated blue floor. “it’s crushing, it really is, but my friend still fought as hard as he could just like you should be. Life was precious to him; he was happy so he tried to stay alive.” Dom gulped back the lump in his throat, smiling through watery eyes as the girl sat up to look at him. Had he gotten through to her?

“Your friend was stupid then.” She laughed dryly. “All that fighting ended up as a box in the ground. I bet he is real happy with life now as he’s eaten by worms.” She shrugged her shoulders, her emotionless face staring Dom in the eyes as he began to whimper. “I think I’ll pass on the treatment thank you, I’d be quite happy with seeing darkness very soon.”

Dom felt speechless, he felt his stomach sink, he felt angry, so angry.

“Well maybe a selfish brat like you should have died instead of him if you want to so badly. Screw the treatment if you don’t want it, but don’t call me in two hours when the pain is too much to bare!” Dom stormed out of the room, his face red, his eyes wide.

The door slammed shut, the file was thrown on the floor. Dom had never run so fast in his life. {-}

In his blind rage he found himself in the peace garden ironically, storming across the grass in pure fury. His best friend died and he was left with a patient who had no desire to live.

IT WASN’T FAIR!

He couldn’t comprehend it; he wouldn’t comprehend it! He couldn’t think of Arthur not being there, he couldn’t think of him beneath dirt, in blackness, in a world where only he was present.

He began to whimper, taking a seat on the wooden bench, staring up at the slightly crooked plaque hung on the tree. He took a laboured breath and scrunched his face, sniffling into his berry scrubs in the cold December air. He felt the photo in his front pocket, rubbing against his chest, his heart. He took it out, once again staring at his friend’s goofy glasses, the ones they had buried with him so he could use him in heaven.

“Heavens not real Arthur, we both knew that.” He whispered in distress, pulling the photo to his chest. “you’re not here to talk to, you’re nowhere! You don’t even exist and yet I’m talking to this piece of paper, almost hoping you’ll say something back.” His tears fell on the picture, and he chucked it to the floor, burying his head in his clammy hands.

“Why did you have to die?” he questioned, looking up at the grey sky and the clouds leading up to nothing. “W-Why c-couldn’t i-it have b-been m-me?” he sobbed, shaking his head with fury.

“IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!” He bellowed into the winter air, the force causing him to stand and scrunch his fists. “It should have been me.” He repeated, before collapsing to the floor, his legs giving way with the emotion.

“DOMINIC COPELAND STOP WHAT YOUR'E DOING RIGHT NOW!” His eyes widened, his heart stopped, and his bum stayed glued heavily to the edge of the pavement, his breathing rapidly increasing as He froze still.

He knew that voice, and It was certainly not Issac’s. The sweet melodic rhythm, the way it cracked slightly as it pleaded him to stop. The way it said his name, with such force, that he could no longer feel his heart beating.

Arthur.

It couldn’t be, it wasn’t physically possible.

“I-is it r-really you?” He mumbled, slowly turning on his heal to face him.

There he was, his body very much real as he leaned against his bench plaque. He was no longer deathly pale, his face no longer hiding under the vast amount of breathing equipment. His eyes were no longer a dull shade of grey, but bright and vibrant like the morning sun, his love and care written all over his expression.

He was smiling, standing, talking.

His Arthur was back. His beautiful, wonderful Diggers.

“C'mere you.” He saw his arms begin to outstretch, taking his small now shaking body into his touch. “Let’s take a walk.”

“I don’t get it. How are you here?” He asked, as they began to walk through the garden. He wanted to do no more than stay in his arms forever. Instead He settled for holding his hand, squeezing his soft fingers as tight as he could. He could feel himself crying, he could feel himself panicking, he could Feel Arthur.

But he didn’t question it, he wanted to enjoy the moment.

“I’m here for you.” Arthur only smiled sadly, taking a tight and very real grip of Dom’s hand. “I’ll always be here for you.”

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New story idea!

Hi guys! I want to start a new full length fic and I need your opinions! Summary: At first he thinks it's grief, and then he things he's mad. But the time he's shared with Issac is the best he's ever had. His heart is mended, his life in the right lane, so why on earth can he see Arthur again? Stairway to Heaven Coming soon! 💛

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More disaac fanfics please oh my gosh you are so talented :))

Aww thank you Anon! This is for you! ❤️

One hell of an anniversary

Dissac fic

Issac’s POV

“So what do you fancy doing today then?” Dom smirked, winking seductively as we pulled into the driveway. It was 9:00am, and after dropping the kids off at school, the day was ours to seize.

It had been 6 years to this day, that I had finally settled down. Getting married to Dominic Copeland was like a breath of fresh air, the fight to breathe it all in, but then the calming, welcoming exhale, when you realised it couldn’t get better. That was life with Doninic. It couldn’t be any better.

After about a year of meddling with adoption agencies, and working our medical careers out, we had two children. Both bright, both happy, but totally unlike each other. Polar opposites wasn’t even close.

We had decided on twins. Mia and Jack. Two little bundles of joy rather than one. I will admit they were crazy, but both were worth the time and love we gave to them. If not by blood, but destiny, they were my children, and I would give my life for them.

“I don’t mind, but I do know one thing.” I chuckled, turning off the engine, as I leaned over the seat. “I have wanted to do this for the whole car journey.” I saw a smile plaster itself on Dom’s face, before I cupped his cheek gently in my hand. His soft skin, made me fuzzy, almost delirious as I leaned in, pulling him towards me. He gradually accepted and we shared a long passionate kiss, roughly tugging on each other’s shirts. He was beautiful. And he was mine.

“Happy anniversary baby!” Dom whispered, regaining his breath, as we pulled away. His warm touch on my neck, almost tied my tongue, but I managed to mouth ‘I love you’ as we leaned in again. Today was going to be a good one.

“Buzz buzz, buzz buzz”

“Who’s that?” I questioned, now opening the car door. We were on our way back inside, when Dom’s phone began to ring, his all so familiar ring tone echoing against is trouser pocket. He accepted the call, and shooed me away, as I opened the door, curious as to whether the call was important or not.

“Yes…yes, we will come down there straight away…okay…bye!” He hung up almost immediately, and took the keys out of my hand. I was dumbstruck at first, but my face softened as he began to head to the car. I had a feeling that I knew what was wrong.

“Is it Jack again?” I asked, following him into the passenger seat. “Was that the school?”

This was the thing about Jack. He was a five year old boy, who was most of the time very happy, but he differed from his sister, this is when it came to school. They had only started less than a year ago, both with different attitudes, and both with different friends. Mia had always been very outgoing, her bubbly personality making her confident, cheeky even, rather like me. But then there was Jack, who was the quieter of the two, almost like Dom. Always questioning, apprehensive when it came to school especially. He hadn’t been doing too well at the moment, and the school ringing up was a usual occurrence.

“Apparently he is pining to go home again.” Dom sighed. “The head says that he was in floods of tears, cowering in the toilets. He is down in the nurses office.” For a five year old, it was normal to have separation issues, but with Jack something was different. He was frightened to be away from us, and his frail personality hadn’t helped. We had brought them both up from 6 months old, and they were both so different. I worried about Jack, we both worried about him a lot.

As we reached the car park, the familiar routine was about to start again. Jack was closer to Dom when it came to school, always pining for him, rather than me. I think it was because Dominic was the calmer one of us both, always good at dealing with tricky situations. So Dom would talk to him, and persuade him to stay, whilst I talked with the head, informing him on how the situation was yet to change, how we still had trouble getting him to school in the morning.

“I’m here for Jack Mayfield-Copeland, I’m his dad.” Dom smiled as we stood in the office. Before we knew it, we were being led to the medical room, to find our little boy huddled in the corner on a chair, his heavy breathing and red puffy eyes, a sight no parent should see.

“little man?” Dom smiled, as Jack looked up, drying his tears on his jumper sleeve. Dom began to kneel down beside him and took his little hands in his. “What’s up baby?” He cooed, massaging comforting circles into his palms.

“I w-want t-to g-go home!” He whined, falling into Dom’s chest as he did so. I began to crouch down next to them as Dom pulled him close, and I fiddled with the golden stands of curly hair.

“You can’t just stay at home baby, as much as we would love you to.” Dom explained, pulling him onto his knee. “Everyone has to go to school at some point, just for a few years.”He smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“No. I-I d-don’t want t-to!” He started to cry again, his foot kicking out as he wriggled from Dom’s grasp. He flew into my arms, and began to sob violently against my shirt. “Please daddy Issac, please don’t make me go out there!” He pleaded batting against my chest. “PLEASE!”

I looked at Dom, and then back at the head. They gave me a reassuring nod, and painted a sad smile on their faces. I didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t leave my child here like this.

“I suggest that you take him home, Mr Mayfield, He is in no fit state to stay here today.” He shook his head before walking away. I saw Dom begin to grab his backpack, and I pulled Jack away from my grip.

“Jack, I need you to listen to me okay?” I said, my hand caressing his little locks of hair. “We’re going to take you home, under one condition.” He looked up at me, hope in his eyes as I grabbed his hand. “If you come home today, you have to come here tomorrow, right?”

He just jerked his hand away from me, and nodded solemnly. His eyes were still teary, and his nose streamed, but he was still cute, adorable In fact. I watched as Dom picked him up gently, positioning him on his hip as he calmed. Jack rested his head against his chest, and buried his face, almost away from the other kids. We began walking and had soon reached the car.

“Right little man, let’s get you home.” Dom soothed, placing a small kiss on his forehead. He began to open the car doors, and placed Jack in the back seat. “I’ll sit with him, he looks like he needs it right now.” He suggested, climbing in next to him, and smiling as Jack’s grip on his shirt became tighter.

As I drove us home, Jack soon fell asleep, his breaths calming for all of us, and not to mention as cute as hell! Dom frequently played with his hair, stroking his arm in comfort as Jack leaned upon him. I loved how close they were, and he was such a good dad.

“So this had been an interesting day so far.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes as we reached the house once again. Dom just nodded, unbuckling Jack from his car seat, and cradling him against his chest.

“I’m going to put this one to bed, and then we can start our anniversary.” Dom winked, trudging up the stairs. “The little mite has tired himself out, he must be exhausted!” He said as he looked down at the child in his arms. “I love him so much Issac, but he worries me. I want him to be okay just like his sister!” He frowned, gulping back the lump in his throat.

“I know” I whispered to myself. “I do too.”

{~}

Dominic’s POV

It was later in the day now, the house quiet as Isaac went to pick up Mia from school. As for me, well I was looking after Jack. He had slept for a few hours, but he was now wide awake again, just like any five year old boy.

“Daddy?” he stopped playing with his toy cars and pushed himself onto the sofa, his bottom now firmly sat on my lap. I looked up from my work and turned to face him, my eyes showing comfort, and a smile spreading across my face.

“What’s up little man?” I cooed, taking one of his hands in mine. He played with the denim strap on his dungarees before looking into my eyes, almost nervously. Before I could say anymore, he pulled me into a hug, his arms wrapping themselves around my chest.

“Do you love me as much as Mia?” he spoke quietly, his lips were now trembling as he pulled away from me. “Mia doesn’t make problems Daddy, not like me!” he sniffled, his eyes growing watery for the second time today.

I shook my head and stretched my arms out for him. He gracefully accepted my comfort and began to suck his thumb against me. I kissed his hair and pulled him onto my knee so he could see my face properly.

“Daddy Issac and I love you both more that the world itself.” I started, my heart breaking as I saw him cry. “You are perfect Jack, and you are not or never will be a problem. Always remember what I told you okay?” I smiled, caressing his cheek. “I’m like a flower. You are my little ray of sunshine…”

“And Mia is the water. If you didn’t have us both you wouldn’t be able to survive.” He finished the sentence, his smile now forming again, as he bounced up and down on my knee. “I know the saying Daddy, but why am I the sunshine?” he questioned.

“I’m not sure baby, but it just fits like that. Maybe it’s because you remind me of myself a lot. I was a lot like you as a child, the one that was always in a pickle, not like my cousins, but Grandma Copeland always said that to me. I was always the sunshine. She said I was the one that made her see light on the darkest of days, happiness even.” I thought back to my childhood, and nodded my head. Jack was definitely like me.

“Do I make you happy daddy?” he suddenly replied, standing on the sofa to peck my cheek.

“Happier than I have ever been, little man.” I laughed, kissing him back. “You, your sister and your other daddy, have made me the happiest man in the world!”

“Good.” He said, turning on the TV. He was still so young, and had a lot to learn, but I already knew, he would one day be a great person, and be just like me, happy, in love, with children of his own.

Just as I picked up from where I left off, my reading was interrupted by another screaming child, one that I hadn’t seen all day.

“Daddy daddy daddy, look!!” Mia shouted as she jumped into my arms. I stood up from the sofa, and kissed her forehead gently. Her dirty blonde ringlets swayed back and forth as I placed her on my hip, smiling as she handed me a card.

“What’s this baby girl?” I questioned, placing her down as I opened the envelope.

“It seems that our daughter is quite a little artist.” Issac smiled, now walking over to me as he put the keys down. He pecked me on the cheek and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Missed you honey.” He whispered in my ear. I instantly blushed, and took his hand, still opening the card.

'Happy anniversary daddy Dom & daddy Issac!’

There was a sparkly green design in front of me, cute little scribbles in a red marker pen on the front, and a heart around our names. Let’s just say it was covered in a lot of glitter, as I now had twinkling hands too.

“My teacher said I could make one in art!!” She beamed, taking it from me and beginning to read the inside. Mia was such a good reader, all thanks to Issac, insisting that her and Jack read with him every night before bed time. I will admit it payed off, she was the brightest in her class.

“To daddy and daddy. Happy ann-ivers-awy, love from Mia.” She read confidently, melting my heart as she tried to pronounce big words.

“Thank You baby girl, I love it!” I chuckled placing it on the coffee table. She twirled around in her checkered dress, and kissed my cheek. I rubbed her head and let her run back to Issac.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t make one daddy, I didn’t forget I just…” I looked around to find Jack next to Issac, trying to explain something. Issac just shook his head and pulled him into a hug. “It’s okay Jack, just having you is all we need!” Issac soothed, pushing him towards his sister. “You two go and play a bit, I need to make tea okay?” They both nodded and ran upstairs, already bickering as they went. Typical siblings, I thought.

“I didn’t know you were making tea?” I raised my eyes, sending a cheeky grin to him. “I think I better film this! I’m sure your mum would love to watch!” I joked hitting him slightly on the shoulder. He shook his head and rolled his eyes, before walking towards the sink and washing his hands.

“For your information, I have been learning this recipe for a while, you know, since you looovveee it soooooo much…” He laughed, grabbing a pan from the cupboard.

“Don’t tell me, you’re cooking yourself?” I said, swinging my arms around his neck to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Haha you wish Copeland!” He replied pulling something out of his bag. There were two little boxes, both wrapped in red paper and a tag hanging off of both of them. Their shiny exterior made them inviting and I became fuzzy as I opened them up.

“You like?” He laughed, as I peeled the tape from the first one, peering into the box. It was a make your own sushi kit, a food that both Issac and I enjoyed, and went out to get regularly.

“So this is your idea of cooking then?” I smiled, taking out its con tense. “I love it babe, it’s going to be perfect!”

“Open the second one.” He pestered, leading me towards it. I pealed the paper down and revealed a beautiful white box, a note saying 'open me’ on the top. I pushed the lid off, and began to tear up. Inside was a rose gold photo frame, one with tiny shapes on it, all filled in with pictures. There was one of our wedding, and a few with the kids. Basically all of my happiest times, there in front of me, beautiful.

“I love you so fucking much!” I sniffed, looping my arms around him. He nodded in response, before gripping my head and pulling me in for a kiss, and God was it good!“

"I have something for you too!” I quickly realised we were just standing there, absentmindedly forgetting the situation, and lettering the awkwardness take over. “KIDS!!” I bellowed.

As soon as I shouted, we heard the pitter patter of tiny footsteps running across the hall. Before I knew it they were coming down the stairs, Mia holding a rose, and Jack holding the present, just a small box, finished with a gold ribbon bow.

“Happy anniversary babe.” I smirked as he took the rose in his hand. He kissed Mia on the cheek, before taking Jack’s box, putting it down to let them untie the bow for him.

“I wonder what it is guys!” He laughed, taking off the lid. His words were soon stifled with a large gasp, his eyes now watering as he leapt onto me.

“Aww sweetheart.” He whispered as he undid the lid. There was an engraved stethoscope, the one he was wearing the day he first had a shift on holby. It was engraved with gold writing.

Dr Issac Mayfield-Copeland

He lit up.

“What is it daddy?” Mia asked, and I began to chuckle as he leant down to her level, looping it around her ears.

“Press that to daddy’s chest sweetie.” He giggled, watching her eyes widen as she heard the sounds. Her little hand flew over her mouth and she looked at me, as if she needed confirmation it was real.

“Is t-that you’re heart?” She asked, looking at Issac in pure awe. “It’s beating very loud.” She whispered.

“That’s right honey.” He smiled. “It’s beating for your daddy Dom, it’ll always beat for him.” He winked, picking up our children and walking towards me with a grin.

I knew what was happening.

“FAMILY HUG!” He laughed, smashing us all together, our faces touching, our kids clinging onto us. I could feel warmth, I could feel love.

This was the life.

A/N

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Becca xx

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The Dissac scenes were by far the best tonight.

Reblog if you’re beginning to ship them like mad! 😭🙌🏼