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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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This is (one reason) why I love the internet.
I AM SO HAPPY THAT ROAR THE LION BEAR FOUND HIS WAY HOME :)
This is the cutest thing! i’mm reblog it again!
For all the crap that happens on the net, with something like this, you’re glad it was discovered.
We maybe have a ghost in our house that has popped up since we’ve had work done on the walls, and random stuff keeps happening but something keeps opening my hamsters cage and leaving it open so I’ve just had to explain to thin air what a hamster is because as my sister pointed out, my house is old af and my ghost probably doesn't know what a hamster is, I’m also leaving it a note in the hopes it can read.
just to illustrate, I don’t think my ghost means my hamster harm, it’s just confused
Confused ghost just wants to pet the soft.
This such a harmless haunting
I think rainbow/pastel hair kinda works well for me
A national anti-bullying, anti-violence program in schools with an LGBTI focus
He knows Neil’s body by heart. He knows the scars, the burns, the imperfections, he knows how his legs shake softly when he touches his skin, he knows the beauty mark right under his left nipple. He knows the shape of his lips when he laughs and the colour of his eyes when autumn’s sun is reflecting in. He knows the curl of his mouth when he whimpers and the unbearable delicacy of his body when they strip naked.
He knows the line of Neil’s body with a frightening accuracy but, when he curls up next to him in the little bed they share, with Neil’s soft hair tickling the crook of his neck and his mouth somewhere against his skin, Andrew is not quite sure where Neil begins and where he ends.
And it’s fine.
Rami at the SAG Awards wearing Dior Homme.
Jennifer Aniston gets a surprise from the audience
Renee - So, how are you?
Jean - Great. My days are filled with sunshine.
*Jeremy enters the room*
Jean - *smiles* And there it is.
CP 14 Days of Love #3: Unintentional Confessions
Day #3 of @softkent‘s Valentine’s Day Fic-A-Thon
“Excuse me?”
It only took Jack’s brain about three tenths of a second longer than his mouth to wake up and by that time his mouth had already gone ahead and started talking without the brain which meant that three tenths of a second later Jack quite viscerally realized that he had made a Mistake.
Bitty had been looking at a catalog in bed next to Jack on a very rare lazy Sunday morning when Jack had woken up, turned over, and opened up his big, dumb mouth. Specifically, Bitty had been looking at a women’s catalog, not terribly unusual as Bitty did in fact have a mother and cousins and female friends whom he did buy presents for throughout the year.
This particular morning, Bitty was looking for a particularly kickass and sexy yet tasteful pair of heels or possibly boots for Lardo to wear to a gallery opening for a friend whom she knows through business that she does not in fact privately like but must publicly support and profess a friend. Footwear for the opening was the last piece that needed to be nailed down, the two having already put together the perfect outfit that says “I hate you and everything you stand for and I will do so while looking fabulous and playing the perfect friend so you’d better get your sucked lemon face ready because you’ll be wearing it all night to go with your own far less fabulous outfit” earlier in the week.
It just so happens however that the footwear in this catalog starts where the lingerie ends. Which is what Jack saw. Which is when he opened his big, dumb mouth. Which is when his relationship flashed before his eyes and his world ended. Because he didn’t just open his big, dumb mouth, he opened it and sleepily said, “Wow, you would look incredibly sexy in that, you should absolutely buy the rose one.”
Bitty processed the words and froze. “Excuse me?”
Dead silence.
What was Jack supposed to say? He had just, out of nowhere, suggested his very male boyfriend purchase the gorgeous, expensive, satin bustier and panty set with flowerettes lining the neckline that sat on the glossy page in front of them. And he’d specified the preferred color no less. Rose, if you please. Jesus this was a disaster.
There was literally no way for this conversation to go that he wouldn’t joyfully give up to let enraged hippos chew on his entrails. Jack could actually feel the blood rushing from his face.
“Uuuuuhh…..” was his highly intelligent response so far.
“Darlin’, what exactly are you lookin’ at on this page?”
“I don't…” he sighs “…there’s no way for me to avoid having this conversation is there.”
“No, not really.”
Jack’s shoulders wilted. “Alright.” Jack squares his shoulders up with the blue line, blows out a controlled breath, and prepares to take his shot. “I was looking at that bustier and panty set. The one with the good steel boning and the rosette border.” Jack not only gestures toward the catalog but taps the page to indicate his choice. “And that deep dusky rose color would look good with your skin, would add a glow and a warmth. Like strawberries and cream.” Jack mentions his reasoning on the topic of color ruefully at best.
Wheels have been slowly turning in Bitty’s head.
“So you’d like to see me in this one.” It wasn’t a question though it did sound mighty doubtful with a dash of incredulity that this wasn’t some kind of prank.
Jack resolutely kept his eyes on the wall across from the foot of their bed.
Bitty studies Jack’s face, nods once to himself as if having come to a conclusion, and relaxes back into the pillows.
“I wonder if they have any heels that would match…”
“No one asked you.” With that, Andrew caught Neil’s face in his hands and leaned in.
‘Doesn’t really matter. It’s there.’
Zimbits in Rome
Jack takes Bitty to Rome during Winter Break after Christmas. They only go for about a week, right before school starts its spring semester, but Bitty has always wanted to go to Italy and Jack has more than enough money to take them on a holiday.
The first thing Bitty notices is that there are no pies.
I mean, yeah, there are pies. But there’s no pies. He can see them pre-packaged in the markets, he sees versions of fruit filled pastries in the bakeries but…they aren’t pies.
Fortunately, Jack manages to distract with the distinct lack of southern food and Bitty has something else to worry about completely.
Jack gets his carbs in. So many carbs. More carbs than when he’s eating Bitty’s pies because there is pizza and pasta everywhere.
One of the first things they do in Rome is visit the Vatican Museum. Neither of them are Catholic, but it’s still interesting and they learn a lot about the history and architecture of the building. They learn about the artwork and the gifts given to the Popes throughout history and why things are the way they are.
Bitty takes a lot of selfies with the statues while Jack keeps a photo diary of their trip. Most of the pictures are candids of Bitty in each place they visit, but a few are for Shitty and Lardo who requested certain images of artwork and monuments.
They find the differences between American and Italian McDonalds. For one, there’s a Nutella Burger for dessert in Rome, as well as garlic and herb curly fries. Bitty is appalled at the Nutella Burger.
“A burger made of Nutella Jack! Nutella!”
“Bitty, you’re eating a Nutella crepe right now.”
“There is a difference.”
Bitty loves the fact that cappuccinos are delicious and cheap in Rome.
Jack is personally a fan of the makkachinos.
GELATO IS EVERYWHERE. Bitty does not care that it is freezing, he will eat the damned gelato. Jack is used to the cold and indulges his boyfriend, supplying him with the sugarly treat.
There is a five story Zara Jack, Bitty is going in and he’s never coming out.
There are hats with giant pompoms for five euros Jack.
They make wishes at the Trevi Fountain, coins tossed behind their backs with their eyes closed.
Jack wishes these moments with Bitty would never end.
Bitty wishes he could live the Lizzie McGuire movie.
They may have different priorities for Rome.
The Pantheon is HUGE okay, Bitty gets dizzy staring up at the huge circular opening in the middle. Jack follows him around to make sure no one bumps into him since Bitty isn’t paying attention.
Churches are really pretty and Bitty wants to take them home with him and what do you mean you don’t have enough money to bring them back Jack, what kind of boyfriend are you
I don’t care that they’re historical sights, Jack, I want this to be my house
Jack just presents framed pictures of their trips to Bitty instead.
Bitty likes that a lot better and decorates their apartment with their selfies
The trip is only a week, but they have fun. They ate, they walked, they gained ten pounds.
Perfect vacation.
Zimbits
Operation: Stop The Crocs
Summary: Eric Bittle doesn’t understand why his co-workers are so obsessed with NHL Star Jack Zimmermann’s fashion choices. But unfortunately his understanding doesn’t matter when he gets roped into operation, Stop The Crocs.
Rating: Gen
Written for: @thesegayhockeynerds who has to listen to my constant complaints about Sid and the yellow crocs. You know what you have to do, love. It’s the only way.
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“Oh my god there it is again.”
“He has to be stopped. I mean…this is an affront to like…humanity or some shit.”
“Who allowed this?”
“Why do they even exist?”
Bitty pushed the swinging door open with his hip, carrying the tray of pasties to the counter, and glanced over to where the two baristas were hovering over the counter, murmuring over Holster’s phone. Shaking his head, he began to transfer the pastries onto the display tray, and he clicked his tongue.
“You boys must have something better to do than twitter.”
“Bits,” Ransom said, holding up his hands, “it isn’t twitter. This like, the most important shit ever.”
“Yeah,” Holster said, nodding sagely. “We’re staging an intervention.”
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Bitty’s filled his head with romantic ideas about sharing a bed with Jack. When he laid in bed back home, squinting against the light of his phone in his dark room - so much darker here than in Samwell - he imagined saying his goodnights to Jack with a kiss on the cheek instead of fuzzy words on a screen. He would rest his head on Jack’s shoulder and fall asleep to the steady up and down of his chest.
It does not go like that.
His first night in Providence is spent navigating loose limbs, careful shuffling that sets the whole bed to shaking, Jack’s breath too loud in Bitty’s ear and his chest too hot along Bitty’s back. It’s finally falling into a fitful sleep with only their feet touching, and waking when Bitty rolls over, his knee landing on Jack’s groin. It’s Bitty watching the sky go from black to orange to blue through the sliver of Jack’s window with heavy eyes that can’t stay closed.
“We just need more practice,” Jack says before wrapping his arm around Bitty’s waist and pulling him tight.
I bring to you:
Neil bonding with Jerejean
starring Jean finding out in the worst way possible that Neil learned French in the unholy part of France as depicted in blue on the following map
(illustration of where every French person stands on the Pain au chocolat VS Chocolatine Discourse according to geography):
