They miss space dad
I was able to rip myself away from this game for ten minutes so here you go
when we first got married i had to psych myself up every time to say “my wife” to a new person. it was awkward because with “girlfriend” a lot of people would just assume i meant “friend,” and of course “fianceé” is gender-neutral when spoken, so we’d always had plausible deniability. but the meaning of “wife” is pretty unavoidable. still, i made myself do it on principle, and slowly but surely it became natural.
now i love saying “my wife,” to everyone all the time. i love saying it to the old woman distributing the strawberries at the farm share, asking if she knows where i can still get rhubarb because every summer i make my wife a pie. i love saying it to the gay employee helping me at crate and barrel, telling him i’m buying these glasses because my wife and i both had them growing up, and seeing his eyes light up. i love saying it to friends of friends and to new acquaintances and to potential coworkers and to the women at the laundromat. i love being aggressively out, and i love having such an easy way to be aggressively out. i love being the first woman with a wife someone has ever met, making our existence part of their reality. i love being visible for other lgbt people who might feel a little less alone knowing i’m there, which helps me push past the fear when it comes. most of all, i love not hiding. i love saying “my wife” and i love my wife.
“Lets open our eyes in 3… 2….. 1……..”
I had this thought last night about what happens when Ladybug and Cat Noir decide that it’s time to learn each others true identities and how adorable it could be.
As always, please do not repost my art.
i promise i tried really hard to draw someone other than keith (alas..i failed)
this is a reach™ but i thought it was cute how lance talked about keith flying into asteroid belts when gushing about him being cool bc keith flew through the asteroids to get lance’s lion back and rescue him