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- anything goes!
- HAD LUNCH? let's hear about it
- FASTING? let's hear about it
- .GIF DUMP? have at it
- PICK-UP LINE YOU'VE NEVER HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO USE? let 'em loose
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HE'S SO CUTE I CANNOT DO IT GHKJHDGKJH
you should write me kawaii panic fic
o/////o
o/////o
LOL THE DISNEY CHILD IN MY HAS FIXATED ON THE THIRTEENTH YEAR
I'M A FISH
I WAS YOUNG
AND NAIVE
AND ON FF.NET
alksjdlfk I LOVE VAMPIRE AND ZOMBIE AUS OK
but idk how much weight my opinion on AUs hold BECAUSE I JUST LOVE AUs
I'M A FISH
I WAS YOUNG
AND NAIVE
AND ON FF.NET
alksjdlfk I LOVE VAMPIRE AND ZOMBIE AUS OK
but idk how much weight my opinion on AUs hold BECAUSE I JUST LOVE AUs
with cuddling and kisses hgfkjfdh
WELL I'D RATHER GO ICE SKATING. BUT SAILING IS OKAY, TOO.
I has a headache and I can't tell if it's dehydration or exhaustion :Q
I has a headache and I can't tell if it's dehydration or exhaustion :Q
BUT WHAT IF I'VE NEVER WRITTEN PANIC FIC BEFORE ;u;
ok ok HERE GOES
"You should take off your pants."
Ryan looks up from his magazine, looks around the empty room, and frowns. "What?"
"You could blow me."
Ryan squints at him. "Are you high right now?"
"No," says Brendon.
Ryan frowns again.
"Sort of."
"Right," says Ryan, going back to his reading. "That's nice."
"I'd let you fuck me," Brendon offers. Ryan ignores him.
Sighing, Brendon takes out his phone. Drastic measures, he writes. Operation 682 is go. He hits send.
Later, when Ryan has fallen asleep with his face plastered against the arm of the couch, and Brendon is nowhere near getting in his pants, the phone chimes.
I got the handcuffs, texts Spencer. Bitches love handcuffs. :D
Brendon sighs in relief. You are a good friend.
IDEK.
ok ok HERE GOES
"You should take off your pants."
Ryan looks up from his magazine, looks around the empty room, and frowns. "What?"
"You could blow me."
Ryan squints at him. "Are you high right now?"
"No," says Brendon.
Ryan frowns again.
"Sort of."
"Right," says Ryan, going back to his reading. "That's nice."
"I'd let you fuck me," Brendon offers. Ryan ignores him.
Sighing, Brendon takes out his phone. Drastic measures, he writes. Operation 682 is go. He hits send.
Later, when Ryan has fallen asleep with his face plastered against the arm of the couch, and Brendon is nowhere near getting in his pants, the phone chimes.
I got the handcuffs, texts Spencer. Bitches love handcuffs. :D
Brendon sighs in relief. You are a good friend.
IDEK.
WILL I EVER GET TIRED OF TOM'S FACE.
NO NOT AT ALL.
WILL I EVER GET TIRED OF JGL'S JAILBAIT FACE.
NOPE NEVER.
NO NOT AT ALL.
WILL I EVER GET TIRED OF JGL'S JAILBAIT FACE.
NOPE NEVER.
I'm convinced Tom's sex appeal knows no boundaries. I have no idea how that other guy managed to look so disgusted after being kissed by Tom Hardy. He's quite an actor. :P
SHRIEKS LMFAO SPENCER AT THE END
I'M LAUGHING SO HARD hfgkdjfh
THANK YOU
I'M LAUGHING SO HARD hfgkdjfh
THANK YOU
ICE SKATING W/ DIMPLEFACE
RESERVE TICKETS NOW!!!
*massages scalp* D:
i have tylenol, if you need it. *attaches it to email*
RESERVE TICKETS NOW!!!
*massages scalp* D:
i have tylenol, if you need it. *attaches it to email*
i brought you more gifs as a thank you
I AM DYING JA;SDKJZF;SLIDJFALSKDFJ PLUSHY I LOVE YOU I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY
He was probably disgusted by the fact that IT ENDED. it's okay dude, I KNOW HOW THAT MUST'VE FELT. ):
Also, how do you follow that up in your kissing life? It's all downhill after that.
i love AUs too it is okay
I like highschool AUs
and mafia AUs
and military AUs
and just all of the things o////o
I like highschool AUs
and mafia AUs
and military AUs
and just all of the things o////o
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ohfreckle :D
Arthur is sleepy after a hard day of research and just wants to curl up with Eames and pet him. (OR THAT ONE WHEREI ARTHUR GREATLY APPRECIATES EAMES' CHEST, NECK, ARMS AND HANDS.)
People sometimes forget that Arthur isn't the same fresh-faced 20-year-old boy who thought dreamsharing was so fucking fantastic he would do anything to be a part of it. Which was apparently including hack, which he hadn't done since The Incident. And The Other Incident. Anyway, point is, Arthur isn't twenty anymore.
Arthur is in fact, thirty. Arthur is thirty, and there are aches and pains that he didn't have when he was twenty. When pulling month-long jobs on three-hour naps was dude, no sweat and not fuck you, find someone else.
And Cobb is just a total dick, really, for making him take this job. Like it's Arthur's fault Cobb can't go home. Like it's Arthur's fault Cobb is on America's Most Wanted. Fuck that.
Now Eames was someone who got it. Either because Eames himself remembers what it was like to be twenty with the energy to be up for anything, but knows he isn't twenty anymore and therefore, just has to deal, or because Eames is actually A Good Person and sympathizes.
Not that Arthur cares. No, honestly.
This has nothing to do with the fact that Eames is letting Arthur lie on top of him and is running a soothing a hand through Arthur's hair, tugging each strand loose with an almost identical careful precision that Arthur had taken to keep them slicked back.
Arthur sighs in contentment, nosing at the fabric of Eames' shirt, letting himself fall into the warmth of Eames' body, relaxing into gentle lilt of his voice.
He runs a hand down Eames' side, smiling to himself as he relearns every curve of muscle, every dip of bone. He grins when Eames hums with a purr and moves up to swipe a thumb across the long line of Eames' neck.
When Eames settles his hands against Arthur's waist, Arthur practically melts into it. They feel inexplicably large, even through the layers of Arthur's vest and button-down, and he will never forget the strength that lies in them. He knows every callous and every knuckle and could probably draw out every line of Eames' palm, if he had to.
His headache is almost entirely gone now, and the smooth back-and-forth of Eames' thumbs against the small of his back are doing wonders for his mood. Arthur doesn't feel so frustrated anymore. He's not exactly happy yet, but he's getting there.
He feels his eyes slipping shut with every steady rise and fall of Eames' chest, and that's when he moves to touch Eames' arms, just to feel the flex of muscle beneath the soft skin.
"There you are," Eames says, even though Arthur doesn't really hear it. His voice is low, words barely there on the roll of his tongue, and Arthur sinks into it, closing his eyes.
ohfreckle :DArthur is sleepy after a hard day of research and just wants to curl up with Eames and pet him. (OR THAT ONE WHERE
People sometimes forget that Arthur isn't the same fresh-faced 20-year-old boy who thought dreamsharing was so fucking fantastic he would do anything to be a part of it. Which was apparently including hack, which he hadn't done since The Incident. And The Other Incident. Anyway, point is, Arthur isn't twenty anymore.
Arthur is in fact, thirty. Arthur is thirty, and there are aches and pains that he didn't have when he was twenty. When pulling month-long jobs on three-hour naps was dude, no sweat and not fuck you, find someone else.
And Cobb is just a total dick, really, for making him take this job. Like it's Arthur's fault Cobb can't go home. Like it's Arthur's fault Cobb is on America's Most Wanted. Fuck that.
Now Eames was someone who got it. Either because Eames himself remembers what it was like to be twenty with the energy to be up for anything, but knows he isn't twenty anymore and therefore, just has to deal, or because Eames is actually A Good Person and sympathizes.
Not that Arthur cares. No, honestly.
This has nothing to do with the fact that Eames is letting Arthur lie on top of him and is running a soothing a hand through Arthur's hair, tugging each strand loose with an almost identical careful precision that Arthur had taken to keep them slicked back.
Arthur sighs in contentment, nosing at the fabric of Eames' shirt, letting himself fall into the warmth of Eames' body, relaxing into gentle lilt of his voice.
He runs a hand down Eames' side, smiling to himself as he relearns every curve of muscle, every dip of bone. He grins when Eames hums with a purr and moves up to swipe a thumb across the long line of Eames' neck.
When Eames settles his hands against Arthur's waist, Arthur practically melts into it. They feel inexplicably large, even through the layers of Arthur's vest and button-down, and he will never forget the strength that lies in them. He knows every callous and every knuckle and could probably draw out every line of Eames' palm, if he had to.
His headache is almost entirely gone now, and the smooth back-and-forth of Eames' thumbs against the small of his back are doing wonders for his mood. Arthur doesn't feel so frustrated anymore. He's not exactly happy yet, but he's getting there.
He feels his eyes slipping shut with every steady rise and fall of Eames' chest, and that's when he moves to touch Eames' arms, just to feel the flex of muscle beneath the soft skin.
"There you are," Eames says, even though Arthur doesn't really hear it. His voice is low, words barely there on the roll of his tongue, and Arthur sinks into it, closing his eyes.
seriously right? The guy is probably like how the fuck do you just expect me to MOVE ON from this
and stripper AUs
and college AUs
and coffeeshop AUs
and ballet AUs
I JUST WANT THEM ALL ;u;
and college AUs
and coffeeshop AUs
and ballet AUs
I JUST WANT THEM ALL ;u;
I FUCKING LOVE ICE SKATING IT'S NOT EVEN NORMAL.
I took some Ibuprofen and drank a ton of water, now it's better~
And watching a TV show about emigrants and suddenly it's 1:30 am O_____O
I took some Ibuprofen and drank a ton of water, now it's better~
And watching a TV show about emigrants and suddenly it's 1:30 am O_____O
DUDE, I GET IT. I GET SO UNREASONABLE OVER COMPETITIVE SKATING, AND I DON'T EVEN SKATE. /o\
SENDING HEARTS YOUR WAY ANYWAYS ♥ ♥ ♥!!!
UGH I KNOW WHERE DOES THE TIME KEEP GOING
how have I been at school for 8 hours already. HOW.
SENDING HEARTS YOUR WAY ANYWAYS ♥ ♥ ♥!!!
UGH I KNOW WHERE DOES THE TIME KEEP GOING
how have I been at school for 8 hours already. HOW.
Hahaha, I only get like that over ski jumping XD
When my bf told me he has never been ice skating in his life (he told me that on the way to the rink) I WAS SO SHOCKED. BUT: HE DID NOT FALL (that was because he was clinging to the boards all the time). I WAS VERY PROUD. (the second time we went, he actually let go and tried. random people asked if they could film his f(l)ailing and put it on the internet).
8 HOURS AT SCHOOL OMG. WHY. HOW. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. (now watching a random show about poor people and their problems).
When my bf told me he has never been ice skating in his life (he told me that on the way to the rink) I WAS SO SHOCKED. BUT: HE DID NOT FALL (that was because he was clinging to the boards all the time). I WAS VERY PROUD. (the second time we went, he actually let go and tried. random people asked if they could film his f(l)ailing and put it on the internet).
8 HOURS AT SCHOOL OMG. WHY. HOW. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. (now watching a random show about poor people and their problems).
it's so embarassing lmao. all my arguments end up being he/she/they don't deserve to win because he/she/they don't deserve to win
LOL Everyone is always so shocked when I say I've never been ice skating. And there's a rink like 8 miles from my house. IDK I'VE JUST NEVER GONE? also, I'm pretty sure that were I to go, I would be just like your bf. Except maybe minus the NOT FALLING part. Because falling is just inevitable for me.
I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE A THING, GOD IT'S SO BAD. I've already skipped two classes, EVEN THOUGH IT'S THE LAST CLASS BEFORE FINALS. /o\
LOL Everyone is always so shocked when I say I've never been ice skating. And there's a rink like 8 miles from my house. IDK I'VE JUST NEVER GONE? also, I'm pretty sure that were I to go, I would be just like your bf. Except maybe minus the NOT FALLING part. Because falling is just inevitable for me.
I HAVEN'T EVEN DONE A THING, GOD IT'S SO BAD. I've already skipped two classes, EVEN THOUGH IT'S THE LAST CLASS BEFORE FINALS. /o\
hahahah yes. HIS/HER NAME IS NOT NICE ENOUGH. NOT PRETTY ENOUGH. ALL THE THINGS THAT DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE ACTUAL SPORT.
but I guess you've been inline skating? or done something similar to ice skating? I've been skating since forever, not regularly, like in kindergarten and elementary school and then I think like once in between then and this year. I thought I'd probably have unlearnt it, but no, EVERYTHING WENT BETTER THAN EXPECTED. (I expected falling all over the place and ALL THE PAIN and possibly losing a finger or two because someone runs over it. ALL THE HORRIBLE THINGS.)
I think you should totally go try it! (you can take dimpleface with you. he can catch you when you fall. and then engage in coitus on the ice. well I guess that'd be not too comfortable. and cold. don't actually try that for real.) It's very fun. And you get to drink ~hot wine punch (gluehwein). The thing is: YOU MUST NOT BE AFRAID OF FALLING, DARLING. It does not hurt (much). JUST FUCKING GET ON THE ICE AND DO IT. :D
lucky you, being so close to finals, tho. I still have one month to go :/ which classes did you take?
but I guess you've been inline skating? or done something similar to ice skating? I've been skating since forever, not regularly, like in kindergarten and elementary school and then I think like once in between then and this year. I thought I'd probably have unlearnt it, but no, EVERYTHING WENT BETTER THAN EXPECTED. (I expected falling all over the place and ALL THE PAIN and possibly losing a finger or two because someone runs over it. ALL THE HORRIBLE THINGS.)
I think you should totally go try it! (you can take dimpleface with you. he can catch you when you fall. and then engage in coitus on the ice. well I guess that'd be not too comfortable. and cold. don't actually try that for real.) It's very fun. And you get to drink ~hot wine punch (gluehwein). The thing is: YOU MUST NOT BE AFRAID OF FALLING, DARLING. It does not hurt (much). JUST FUCKING GET ON THE ICE AND DO IT. :D
lucky you, being so close to finals, tho. I still have one month to go :/ which classes did you take?
EXACTLY. WHO EVER HEARD OF A CHAMPION WITHOUT TASSELS.
I've been inline skating! AND I'VE FALLEN ON MY FACE EVERY TIME I'VE BEEN. I think the finger thing is what scares me most. like, I am legit terrified I'm going to fall and someone's going to skate by and cut me in half. /o\
I DO WANT TO TRY IT. It seems so fun and AWESOME but skdhfasld;jf SHARP BLADES EVERYWHERE.
lol CLASSES I WOULD NEVER TAKE AGAIN IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT
Quantum Chemistry (never, ever, ever.)
Introduction to Biomolecules (which is a total joke.)
Ancient East Asian Literature (which is fun, actually)
Memory (interesting, fun at times, 65% boring as hell)
Chinese III (which, ok, is sort of cheating, BUT STILL. At least now I'm sort of capable of reading and writing! :D)
I've been inline skating! AND I'VE FALLEN ON MY FACE EVERY TIME I'VE BEEN. I think the finger thing is what scares me most. like, I am legit terrified I'm going to fall and someone's going to skate by and cut me in half. /o\
I DO WANT TO TRY IT. It seems so fun and AWESOME but skdhfasld;jf SHARP BLADES EVERYWHERE.
lol CLASSES I WOULD NEVER TAKE AGAIN IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT
Quantum Chemistry (never, ever, ever.)
Introduction to Biomolecules (which is a total joke.)
Ancient East Asian Literature (which is fun, actually)
Memory (interesting, fun at times, 65% boring as hell)
Chinese III (which, ok, is sort of cheating, BUT STILL. At least now I'm sort of capable of reading and writing! :D)
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