Bromosexuality.

Well, I learned from the best!

So you're self-taught?

#chat #arthur

I spent two months on my Temple Run high score and my boyfriend beat it in one go.

I did good.

#starter

You fit me better than my favorite sweater || Arthur&Jonah

Arthur let his cheek fall into his hand, arm propped up on the table, and gazed with half-lidded eyes in adoration at his boyfriend while Jonah did that thing where he really appreciated the food or drink he was about to delve into. He always did it, always made sure to take note of the scent and presentation and flavors or…something. Arthur was used to living on a diet of cold pizza and chicken wings, having grown up with his dad, so he didn’t exactly get how to appreciate all the different levels of food or anything. Anything that wasn’t wings or pizza was a masterpiece to him but he didn’t know why like Jonah did. Jonah basically worshiped his food with the same honesty Arthur watched the people praise God with at the Schmidt’s church, and that was really amazing.

Plus, the way Jonah closed his eyes and took a passionate sip of his latte was really damn cute.

He knew he shouldn’t have been embarrassed and he didn’t really feel it as Jonah kissed the whipped cream off the tip of his nose, but still Arthur’s cheeks got mad red and after he came down from the height of bliss even the simplest romantic gesture left him in, he guessed it must have just been the sensation of it all making him flush.

Then all these fucking butterflies fluttered all around inside his stomach, probably hundreds of them, as Jonah grinned his wide and crazy beautiful grin and laced their fingers and nudged Arthur’s foot. A little sigh left Arthur’s lips and his cheek sunk further into his hand, all dreamy-like. Until Jonah brought up Avery.

Lifting his face from his palm, Arthur’s posture straightened a bit. He didn’t exactly have any real reason to feel super uncomfortable. Or, well, not about their last interaction in particular. The subject of Avery just always made him rigid and simultaneously made him feel nauseous, and Jonah knew that, and Arthur appreciated the gentle tone his boyfriend took in approaching the subject at all. Reassured by Jonah’s hand squeeze, he took a deep breath and answered first with a shrug.

"I mean, it was okay… You know?" His eyes fell to his hot chocolate like the melting remainder of whipped cream was super fascinating. Really, he was just ashamed. He grabbed his drink by the mug’s handle and slid it closer to the table’s edge so that it was directly beneath him, moving it so he could watch the hot chocolate swirl around inside a minute before lifting his eyes to meet Jonah’s again.

"Awkward, I guess. I said we could all have a sleepover soon. That’s okay, right? What if he totally hates me and is planning to like…kill me in my sleep? Would Avery do that? I think I said some mad dickish things but I’m not sure. I was tired and cuddling you. He said we were perfect and stuff. The usual." He finished his retelling with a sigh that he then drowned in a gulp of hot chocolate.

Jonah nodded slowly as Arthur spoke, meeting his gaze intensely to focus on what his boyfriend was saying, even ignoring his drink to give Arthur the attention and focus he deserved. Jonah had trouble with that, focusing on things, keeping his attention one place for too long, and usually he liked to do a million things at once. He could cook and play with Zach and fill out a college application all at once just fine, even if his college application got mailed out with a few spelling errors and coffee stains. But there were a few things that got all his attention, and Arthur was like, number one on that list, and he had no problem staring into his eyes or watching his lips form words or listen to his words, and Jonah couldn't help but smile in a sorta dazed way at how amazing his boyfriend was, but shook himself when he remembered that how embarrassed his brobear looked. The one thing that distracted Jonah from Arthur was Arthur, of course.

"Hey, of course that's okay," Jonah grinned, giving Arthur's hand a reassuring squeeze, "You're not mad dickish, or like, even kinda dickish babe, and Aves wouldn't think that." He shrugged and sat back, lifting his latte to his mouth with his fee hand, but leaving the other resting on Arthur's. "You're perfect too, brobear. And the best cuddler. Avery would just wanna know you're happy, and I know you are." Jonah grinned, weaving his and Arthur's fingers together, and getting distracted for a minute as he taped his fingers over the other boy's hand a few times. "You make me happy, and what's going on now's what matters right? You can't change that stuff that happened before, even if you would do it different."

#para #arthur

onfire-within:

You sure the lifeguard won’t be on my ass about being all sticky before hopping in?

I'll help you clean off quick.

As soon as these triplets go home, yep! Definitely gonna need soap for this one, though.

Are the seniors showering right now?

Almost done! You should come for a swim first, I'm almost off duty.

Sometimes I almost love my job and then someone hurls Kool Aid all over me. Note to self: letting kids play Mario Kart while hanging upside down off a chair might cause motion sickness.

Come clean up at the pool?

madbadcharlie

How DARE you insult the name and honor of the MORENO familia!?!?!?!??!¿?¿!¿?!¿!!!!

Okay maybe your dad is hispanic or something but do we all know you're not.

#chat #cm

You’re one to talk, Superman.

"Taking the piss"???

Totally just urbandictionary’d that classy British term. Might even swipe it sometime.

Cool, though, chica! You guys are all super rad regardless. Oh yeah! I’ve totally seen that whole Keep Calm and Carry On stuff on the internet. It’s a mad good motto!!

Y’know, me too. There’s a lot of good here. Even magic sometimes.

madbadcharlie

“Chica”?

Arthur, stop pretending you’re me. Thirsty bitch. Your white ass can’t pull that shit off.

Charlie... You're white.

#chat #am #cm

Sorta can’t blame the little guys, though. If my dad had let me, I would’ve been rockin a superhero costume all over Oakvale too!

You don't need the costume babe, I'm pretty sure you're actually a superhero.

You're invincible.

#chat #arthur

We were definitely the most badass family on the block. So… Think today’s the day Noah and Zach finally take off their costumes??

If we're lucky, but I'm gonna go with probably not.

#chat #arthur

Arthur and I got put in charge of taking the kids trick-or-treating, so we dressed up as Superman and Jimmy Olsen. Lydia went to a party, but Jerusha was Supergirl, Isaac was the Flash, Noah was Green Lantern, and Zach was Batman. Superfam!

#starter

madbadcharlie

So.

Who’s still turned on by my strip tease gratuitous full frontal nudity and dance number on Saturday night?

I know I am.

And Savannah, I can FEEL your moist lady loins quivering from here… If only I could find you… Let your hungry lady hole cry out its beautiful mating call and lead me to you… So that I may satisfy that starvation… With my Charlie love… My very own compass is…pointing north… I am ready for you.

SAVANNAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hattie-parker-deactivated201405

Did you have to do it to Pour Some Sugar On Me?

#chat #charlie

WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IS WHEN YOU ALL DECIDED YOU WERE BACK.

asherkong-deactivated20140525

Actually, I never left… I’ve been checking this blog almost everyday for the last year, which is kind of depressing now that I think about it… I wasn’t always actively posting, but I’ve never missed an update since I first joined.

Same goes for Arthur and I. (Arthur moreso than I.)

You fit me better than my favorite sweater || Arthur&Jonah

Arthur smiled at the barista as he swapped her his bills and change for the two drinks in her hands. He immediately brought the one he grabbed with his right to his lips, saving the whipped cream on his cafe mocha from spilling over the mug’s edge like some fluffy avalanche just in time. With his lips still latched onto the rim of his drink and the tip of his nose buried briefly in whipped cream, he lifted only his gaze and walked eeextra slowly in hopes to not spill Jonah’s latte on his left hand and subsequently the floor or let any of the hot liquid in his own drink crash up tidal wave-style and scald his lips or nose or both.

As his tongue darted out for more whipped cream while he walked, breathing into his mug and feeling the warmth from his drink as it flooded his features, Arthur peered towards the bathroom where Jonah had gone to while he ordered. Seeing his boyfriend emerge from the door he smiled, slurped up a little more whipped cream, and lifted his face out of his drink to beam at Jonah and meet him at their table.

They settled in and Arthur just grinned like an idiot at Jonah, whipped cream still covering the tip of his nose. He glanced down at their drinks on the table, silently priding himself on not spilling anything. His whipped cream, obviously, already looked like a snow pile someone had dove into and caved in, but the foam art on Jonah’s latte was surprisingly intact.

"They did a good job with that, huh?" Arthur mused, pointing a finger at the latte before picking up his own mug again. His eyes met Jonah’s with the end of his question and he brought his drink again to his smiling lips.

"Yeah," Jonah said excitedly, very carefully picking up his latte to really appreciate it, "They do a really good job here, better than most places." He took a slow sip, closing his eyes to heighten the experience of tasting the drink before setting it down and grinning at his boyfriend. "Hey, you got something..." He said, leaning over the table to kiss it off his nose.

He sat back then, still grinning wildly, and carefully placed a hand on top of Arthur's on the table, then wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed, then finally laced their fingers together and gently nudged his foot under the table. Since coming out publicly, he not only found himself more comfortable with the idea of being openly affectionate, but proud of it and proud of his boyfriend.

After a quiet moment of appreciation for Arthur, Jonah picked up his drink again with his free hand, taking another gentle sip and another moment to enjoy it, before making eye contact with the other boy again. "So how'd things go with Avery?" He asked, trying to keep the tone light and hoping the answer would be positive. Jonah liked Avery and considered him a bro for sure, but he couldn't help but feel guilty whenever he was around, even before he and Arthur was a thing, and he could only imagine that Arthur felt worse. He squeezed Arthur's hand again for reassurance, even though he hadn't spoken, and tried a gentle smile this time.

#para #arthur

bri--nels

Mom’s out of town with Noah, and it’s just me and dad, so we’re locking up the breakables and having everyone over. Pass it around!

Yes!!!

Sick! Jo and I are in like….pumpk…ins.