I'm fixing my theme

So shut up about it, asshole

[cleverlymione-archive-deactivat]

Reblog if it's okay to send you lots of memes even if we have threads already.

I’m just wondering who it’s okay with and who it’s not.

[dirtbagsbaby]

         ”You have that fucking look, I hate that look.” Oliver slipped in next to him, arm tucking over Tillie and tugging her so they could all sit together comfortably. Their knees were pressed tight together as he rests his elbow atop it, propping his head in his hand to study the boy. “Something’s wrong..” He deadpanned, eyebrow raising at him, “What happened? Tell me Ethan.”

          The blonde kept his eyes from widening and did his best not to sigh. He knew he couldn't keep his secret from Oliver for too long, but he also knew he couldn't do much if Oliver were to retaliate against his boss. Ethan didn't mind his job, it promised to pay well, but his boss bending him over his desk was too much. Ethan had to get out. Though no clothing came off, Ethan felt violated and being significantly smaller than his boss, Ethan was thankful for the phone call Michael had gotten. "Olive, I'm fine," Ethan lied again, setting his book down. "I'm just still a little shaken up."

[lxttleshxts]

          "C'mon babe, I'm just reading and cuddling Tillie, why would anything be wrong? Work was..busy and I couldn't hand it, so Michael sent me home," Ethan's voice was nervous as he looked up at Oliver. His boss' threat to keep quiet running through his head. "Nothing's..nothing's wrong."

[dirtbagsbaby]

          Oliver had rolled over, burying his face into Ethan’s pillow, his warmth still lingering. He always hated when Ethan got up before him, something that happened almost all the time, but he still hated it — Ethan always tried to wake him, no matter how early it was. This morning was no exception.           He felt his boyfriend immediately, wrapping his arm around him to tug him right into his side. All he let leave his lips was a quiet murmur of acknowledgment, because though he was awake.. he did not want to be awake. Could probably sleep for a few more hours, but the chances that Ethan would let him were slim.           “Baby.. how bout, you lay here with me and cuddle a bit, then I go kill those motherfuckers? Just like ten more minutes, please babe, ten minutes.” Oliver nuzzled into Ethan’s neck as he spoke, pressing a small kiss into his skin.

[lxttleshxts]

          "Ten minutes is all day to you..which I'm fine with," he hummed, pulling their blankets up to his chin. "I was only gonna shower, walk the princess and come back into bed with my favorite man," he hummed, cuddling back into Oliver, a yawn passing his lips. "I don't think ten is long enough..you're so comfy to cuddle."

[lxttleshxts]

          He didn't care that he was almost 19. Ethan hated spiders and would do anything in his power to avoid them, so when he pulled back the curtain in their shared bathroom—Ethan froze. In center or the shower's floor over the drain, several spiders were congregated, waiting.           The male searched around for any cleaning solution, finding nothing. Eventually, the blonde gave up, huffing and climbing back into bed with (a now awake) Oliver. He curled up to the sleepy lad who was radiating body heat, head on his shoulder as Ethan murmured.           "—'m not taking a shower any time soon. Spider orgy on the shower floor. Wanna blunt? Or should you be the best boyfriend ever and kill them while I roll you one to smoke while I take a shower?"

[dirtbagsbaby]

"Are you fucking serious, he only wants to hire you because he wants to fuck you. I don’t want you to fucking work there, Ethan."

[lxttleshxts]

"Don't be ridiculous, Oliver," he pouted. "He doesn't wanna fuck me. Everyone in town knows that's your job. Besides, I need to learn how to support myself even if we have the money from you dealing. C'mon, baby. Let me do this. You won't let me deal..please?"

[lxttleshxts]

text // ethan

oliver: har har

oliver: good one ethan

oliver: no but like i'm smoking and like she's probably breathing the smoke just cause she's in my lap so.. idk can that harm her?

ethan: O L I V E R

ethan: go smoke out on the balcony or something.

ethan: because is2g you wont get any ass. ever.

[incipientfaith]

I want a ship where they mean everything to each other, where there is no functioning without one another and their fights are loud an destructive but nothing can keep them apart. I want a ship where the love is a necessity.

[lxttleshxts]

"Yeah, of course I would!"

"You're all I know, Ry. You're safety, shelter, happiness, protection..fucking a, Ryder. You've become my life."

[carnalx-blog]

He understood what he was talking about; drunk, high or sober, he understood. Many times Austin had been close to death, whether it be self inflicted, accidental or plotted by another. “D’you ever think ‘bout how your own mind can kill ya’? Like… your head can self destruct and make you do shit normal people wouldn’t do?” The male sighed and shook his head, elbows rested on his knees as hues watched Ethan curiously.

[lxttleshxts]

Ethan knew how unpredictable death really was, since the car accident he was in when he was younger, Ethan was always one to watch every step carefully. He was reminded every day about how close to death he'd been, the limp he walked with was a constant forget-me-knot tied too right around his finger. He knew well about mental breakdowns and he wasn't a stranger to them. Frequently, Ethan had gotten too high and became trapped inside his own mind and became victim to his thoughts, victim to his imagination. "I..sort of like being trapped by every wall you've ever put up to protect yourself, yeah?" He finally opened his eyes, looking to Austin with his lesser lip trapped between his teeth in a vicious bite.

[lxttleshxts]

"I’m always ready to go, Ethan. Always."

"W-Would y'wait..y'know..til I'm..til I'm ready?"

[lxttleshxts]

"But, what if we die together? Like, I wouldn’t mind that, ‘cause I would be going with you. Plus, I would see you in the afterlife, so, that’s a plus."

"Ry, I'm not ready to die..an-and 'm not ready to lose you. I..the only way I'd go is if you were going too. I couldn't do this without you and I..fuck I love you so much. Don't leave w'out me? Please?"

[lxttleshxts]

"—Do you ever just..just realize that anything could kill you? Anything at all. Freak things, too. You could jump from a two-foot ledge, break your leg and puncture your femoral artery and die in minutes. Y'could die at any moment and not even get to say g'bye." Of course, it was probably just the drugs talking—but Ethan thought about death too much for it to be normal.

[lxttleshxts]

heavy sigh. i wish ethan would decide on his mood. because i'm sad as fuck.

[lxttleshxts]

text // ethan

oliver: it's probably because i am wearing your sweater

oliver: i smell like you :)

oliver: can dogs get baked?

ethan: OLIVER I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU GET MY LITTLE GIRL HIGH I'LL....

ethan: idk what i'll do but it will involve no sex.

ethan: for m o n t h s

[lxttleshxts]

✉

Noah: Fuck that, come home. Let’s get drunk and judge people.

[doublethetroublex-blog]

Isaac: I love the way you think.  Isaac: What booze should I bring home?

[lxttleshxts]

Noah: I want vanilla vodka. Or or or raspberry.

[doublethetroublex-blog]

          “Breathe Noah, baby!” Isaac said to himself as he listened to the voicemail on his phone. His boyfriend was the cutest thing ever, especially when he rambled.  It was making his heart ache because he couldn’t be home with him right now to share his excitement, even though he had no idea what was causing it.   After he hung up he laughed, “You’re lucky I’ve gotten used to your talking so fast, otherwise I never would have understood any of that.”  Isaac spun his chair back and forth as he thought about his lover, a huge grin on his face as he pictured the large smile that he was sure was gracing the other male’s features when he had left the voicemail.   

          Isaac redialed Noah’s number, waiting for the other male to pick up the phone.  ”Hey baby boy!  Sorry I didn’t answer your call, I was in a meeting.  I can’t wait to find out what you’re so excited about, you have me so excited as well.”  Isaac smiled and looked at the picture on his desk of Noah holding Ashley in the hospital room.  ”Of course you may use your black card and go shopping for an outfit tonight.  And you know what?  I’m not even going to give you a limit on how much you can spend.  Just don’t go crazy with it.”

[lxttleshxts]

        Noah had slipped himself into the booth between Isaac and the wall. He hadn't been able to keep his smile off his lips as he shopped and as they sat in the restaurant. He looked up at Isaac, giggling before looking back to his menu. He couldn't wait any longer to tell him. Smiling around his wine glass, Noah too a sip as he slipped his legs over Isaac's lap. "Guess what!" He giggled.         "Well, I'm pretty sure you already know what, because I haven't been this happy since we had Ashley. This morning I dunno. I felt good about myself, right? So I um. I weighed myself. And. And. And !!         "Daddy, I've lost all the weight!"