#scltysweet

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imessage ✉ mon trésor

sebastian: you are the WORST sort of person!

sebastian: why didn't you ever tell me your mother was an Enchanting Delight™?

sebastian: honestly blaine if i wasn't so gay i'd marry her on the spot.

sebastian: then i could be your Big Daddy irl and also in some very questionable dreams i've had

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                                                                                               @scltysweet ❤ this for a starter from Sam

“I’m not saying Superman is better than Batman. But he is. Broody superheroes  are boring. What’s so bad about caring about people and being NICE, right?”

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@scltysweet​ 

it had been twenty-four days, six hours, and nineteen minutes since sebastian and blaine had called it off. or screamed and cried it off - not that he would admit to something as disgusting as that. those where the secrets that only he, his dogs, and his therapist would know. 

the point was that he had survived. he was in the park, it was a beautiful day outside, and both his dogs were galloping around. sebastian felt almost at peace for the first time in a long time. 

until gigi’s galloping became targeted. and then eloise followed suit. no amount of yelling would deter them and eventually he was forced to sprint after them, a lanky man with two empty leashes and an alarmed expression on his face.

sebastian saw the crash from several yards away and for the first time he understood this uncharacteristic behavior. gigi and eloise were jumping on blaine, tails wagging like they had found some kind of fantastic prize. ‘i am so sorry. i’ll get those pants dry cleaned. i know it’s very challenging to find clothes from the junior’s department that fit your, ah, physique.’