sup im leaving this blog as it is 

because i’m done w it 

i might come back, maybe 

but it won’t be because of shipping

well yeah bye xoxo and whatnot 

oh my god im going to a carnival ollies outies for the next 24 hours fuck y’all 

ltleicam:

This kind of questions makes me wonder why-who the fuck am I kidding, ANSWER THIS YOU WIMPS!

(Source: askhumanpinkie-pie)

bigf4tgay:

“Nah, bacon sounds good.” 

You smooch his cheek right back, bringing one of your hands up to turn his head and plant a solid kiss right on his lips. Cheeks aren’t enough man, unless they’re buttcheeks. Then it’s cool. Mmm buttcheeks.

You grunt as he nudges you, yeah, you got it, he wants you to set the table.

Ughhh. Lame. 

You steal one last kiss, before releasing him and backing off. It doesn’t take you long to get out the dishes and soup bowls, and you place them both neatly on the table, along with two forks, two knives, two spoons, and of course, two glasses. You get some milk from the fridge too.

When you’re done, you pull out John’s chair, bowing and motioning him to sit down, before you get to your own. Hey, he did make the food, the least thing you could do was to treat him right. 

You thank him and seat yourself down, pulling him down to give him another smooch and a wink. Dave’s lips are really soft, like… fresh towels or some other metaphor. You weren’t good at thinking up of metaphors. You’re kinda super hungry so you tuck in even before Dave has sat down. 

Once you’re done you lean back in your chair and rub your tummy, now fully sated. You watch Dave eat, as he picks out the food and puts it in his mouth daintily. He doesn’t catch you staring though, so you watch him for awhile. 

Wow, you’re pretty weird. 

You sip at a cup of milk like a child, still looking at Dave through the glass. You drink the sight of Dave in your own home greedily. You hope he doesn’t leave you. You don’t want him to leave. That’d make you pretty sad actually. 

Both of you are silent throughout the entire meal, so you clear your throat and make an attempt to start a conversation. Wow you never knew it’d be awkward around Dave. 

“How’s the weather?”  

You wince. 

bigf4tgay:

h0mosexualbiologist:

bigf4tgay:

[[ wait is it my turn ]]

yes omfg 

gOMEN OMFG ILL GO WRITE NOW

ok!!!!!