I&#x27;M THAT FLIGHT THAT YOU GET ON;

Did anyone else see the guy dressed as Jesus carrying a cross this morning?

THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE.

HE'S THE SON OF THE ORIGINAL G.

Did anyone else see the guy dressed as Jesus carrying a cross this morning?

Catholicism is weird.

If you think that's weird, you should watch Rappin' for Jesus on YouTube.

justnolandon

I’m basically as gay as they come, but if ever a chance came to sleep with Eva Longoria or Scarlett Johansson, it would totally happen, okay.

'Or?' How about 'and?'

#justnolandon #dc

Comin' to ya on a dusty road. Good lovin'? I got a truck load.

#tr: starter

face to face~

Abby gave him a glare, but it probably wasn’t really all that effective. “You’re the devil himself, Clarington.” She teased, as he grabbed her hands to hold them so she wouldn’t slap at his again. Once he let them go, she moved to ruffle his hair, letting out a small chuckle. “First I went from being motherly to your maid? How rude. I will not wash your dirty underwear, just saying.”

She watched as he ducked his head, being his bashful self as always. Abby never understood why he second guessed how good he actually was at the things he did. Sure, she could get that way too — lots of people had told her she was great at writing, and part of her knew that — though there were times she could hardly agree with them. “Good, that’s all I expect from you really.” Abby nodded her head in a matter-of-fact sort of way. “I’ll just keep calling you cute and adorable until you do then, because I’m stubborn and you know I will too.” She couldn’t help but smile, biting down on her bottom lip when he admittedly looked up at her when she threatened to deny food and cuddles. “Oh, so now you want me to stay, hm?” Abby asked teasingly, giggling some as he pulled her closer to him. “Cruel? You were the one who was going to kick me out. Like a puppy into the rain.” She said melodramatically, placing her hand on her forehead as she sighed heavily.

"Love is…" She paused for a moment, thinking it over. "Love is like walking out on a chill day but still feeling the sun on your skin. Love is, eating too much candy and getting a tummy ache. It’s blowing bubbles but then it popping and the soap getting into your eye. It’s warm but cold, sometimes sweet like chocolate but also sour like vinegar…it’s letting someone have control of your heart, and knowing they could easily break it but trusting they won’t." Abby stopped for a moment, looking at him as she realized she did another ramble which only had her cheeks flushing. "I know you will, everyone deserves love." She gave him a small smile, shrugging lightly. "I know, I know." She replied, again tapping her finger against his nose. "So, food?"

Mason laughed. "You're only just figuring that out now?" He asked, jokingly, grinning wide at her. He squirmed away when she ruffled his hair, groaning when she pulled back. "Man, Abbs, always the hair. What'd the hair ever do to you?" He asked, faux-glaring at her, because God knows how messed up his hair had been, regardless. "You don't need to wash my underwear, but you'll definitely be doing all the stuff you said you'd do."

He smiled, nodding. "Good, because that's pretty much all I can give." He said, laughing sheepishly. He rolled his eyes, then, but not in annoyance. "Good luck with that one, sweetheart." He said, smiling. Mason knew all too well just how stubborn she could be, and knew he wasn't going to win any battle he started with her. Or any battle with her, period. He laughed into her shoulder when she scolded him. "Of course I do. I mean, let's be honest, food and cuddling are, like, 80% of why I like you so much." He teased, tightening his hold on her slightly. "That was when you were already being cruel to me, though. I was only defending myself from your cruelty, missy." He said, but in all honesty, he wouldn't really been able to kick her out. In fact, it was only because he knew that she would know he was joking that he had the guys to threaten to kick her out. Otherwise, he would never consider even jokingly making such a threat. Not that she needed to know that. She had enough to call him sappy enough.

He looked up as she started to speak, a small smile forming as she allowed words to take her over. This is why he liked Abby. Or, it was one of the reasons. He and her had words in common. Sometimes, explanations went beyond words, but he liked that Abby found a way to always make them work. Mostly because, searching to make them work was something that had always been important to Mase. "God," he started when she paused, "you're sappy." He told her, but it sounded fond. "How about, love is?" He suggested, quietly. "Just ... is." He smiled a little wider. "Yeah. S'just taking its time with me, apparently." He said, looking down, but then he looked up again, almost immediately, looking excited. "Yes, food. Yes, please." He nodded, catching her hand when she tapped his nose.

I guess it depends on what you’re doing. Like, if you’re giving 100% for an hour, that’s actually pretty good. But even I think 100% for that long sucks and I’m basically the human Tasmanian Devil.

Also depends on what each person's version of 100% is, I think.

face to face~

When he moved his hand to pinch her hip, she immediately went to whack at it. “Don’t you dare, you know I’m ticklish, stop it.” She tried her best to give him a glare, but only looked like a lion cub trying to be scary but ended up letting out a yelp instead of a roar. “Hey, I wish I had someone to wrap me up in a blanket and feed me french fries all the time or something.” Abby chuckled, sticking out her tongue playfully. “I don’t hear any complaints, hm?”

"And I want to hear it when it’s completely finished, got it?" She gave him a pointed look before smiling. Abby loved all the stuff he made and enjoyed listening to it with him. She would always be honest, but it wasn’t hard since most of the things he made were really good. "Hey, I don’t treat you like one I just call you cute and adorable, because that’s what you are." After pinching his cheek and getting a look that couldn’t even make a puppy tremble, she gasped. "Fine, but I was going to order us food and cuddle with you but hmph."

Abby gave a pout, sighing. “There are different types of love, and maybe you’ve never been in love but that’s not entirely a bad thing. All you have to really write about is how being in love would make you feel. It’s easy to imagine, and it will happen one day. But, don’t go looking for it. They don’t call it finding love, they call it falling for a reason.” She nodded her head, moving to boop his nose with her index finger. “Though I have no room to talk, look at my track record.”

He laughed when she scolded him, grasping both of her hands to keep them still when she slapped them. "I do know; you should know by now they I love taking advantage of that knowledge." He teased, but released her. "Hey, I never complained, and I'm certainly not going to. Is kind of like having a mother and a maid all in one." He said, laughing again when she stuck her tongue out at him.

He ducked his head down and away, bashfully, when she said she wanted to hear it when it was done, and he nodded obediently, smiling. She never failed to make him feel better about his music, and he knew he'd never be able to thank her enough for that. "You'll be the first to hear." He promised, and then scoffed at her, but not meanly. "Even still. Cute and adorable are not words for me. I refuse to accept those words ever." He proclaimed, as if he really were a defiant three-year old that wasn't getting what he wanted. He looked up, though, when she put food and cuddling in jeopardy, and immediately reached for her, pouting as he pulled her closer. "Not fair. You can't withhold food or cuddles from me, they're practically my lifelines. Withholding both of them is just plain cruel." He mumbled.

Mason managed a smile when she tried to reassure him about love, and looked up at her. "I wish it were that simple, but unfortunately, I'm not very good at imagining that type of thing. Passion I can imagine. That shit's easy. But love? Not exactly." He said. "And anyway, I know that love will come to me." He assured her, wrinkling up his nose when she tapped it. "It's just that in the meantime, it's not easy for me to write about." He shrugged a little, but then went stiff when she mentioned net own experience with love, and frowned. "That wasn't your fault, Abbs." He told her, quietly.

Pretty sure you’re doing it wrong, then, dude. Not even most marathon runners work three hours a day.

Well, I don't normally spend three hours at the gym, but I definitely always spend more than one hour. I don't think that's too abnormal.

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But your bed’s more comfortable than the floor. You’ll probably wake up feeling sore from passing out on the floor after the day you had.

... I really wish I had listened to this last night.

#danberrys #dc

heterocosmica

I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes Listen as the crowd would sing "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

#music

face to face~

"I will call you adorable and you will love it, ‘kay?" She gave him a grin, chuckling lightly. Mason was always fun to tease, even if it was the simplest of things like calling him adorable when he told her not to. Though, they kind of just had that kind of friendship — always teasing each other and being the goofballs they naturally were. "Yes, but I’m not going to mother mother-hen you. Just you know…feed you, make sure you need anything, and wrap you in a blanket of love and hold you so you never get hurt.” Noticing his cheeks turn a shade of red, she couldn’t help but give a small smug smile. “You love me.”

"Well, you can always count for the honest truth with me, and I loved it." Abby gave a small nod of her head, chuckling as he scrunched up his nose and made the three year old comment. "Do you not realize you are pretty much a giant three year old?" She quirked an eyebrow at her question, moving to grab at his cheek. "It’s because you’re adorable.” Abby pulled away, only to look at him again. “Why do they make you nervous?”

Mason stuck out his bottom lip in a short pout, but almost immediately smile again. "I refuse to like it, actually." He told her teasingly, pinching her hip gently. He laughed and looked away when she described what she would do, and nodded a little. "I suppose I can deal with that. Especially the feeding part. And, y'know. The blanket of love part doesn't sound so awful, either." He said, smiling, and laughed. "I do, yes. Somehow you tricked me into that." He joked.

"Well, I'm really glad that you liked it." He said, truly grateful that she did. He was grateful that she liked any of hours songs, really, but he was especially grateful that she liked the love songs he wrote. He laughed. "Oh, I realize it. S'just not often people treat me like one. And 'adorable,' as well as 'cute,' are definitely words for three-year olds." He said, squinting a glare her when she grabbed at his cheeks, but he knew it looked harmless. "That's it, you're no longer welcome here. Get out." He teased, and then shrugged after a moment. "I'm just not so confident about them, I guess. They're harder to write. I mean, I've never exactly been in love. At least not seriously. So, maybe that has something to do with it." He said, shrugging a second time. He wasn't really bothered by it, he just didn't like that it affected his songwriting.

I hope that changes once school is over. The idea of counting down my days all the time sounds depressing as fuck.

Like, school this year, or school as a whole?

masonohp said: Mondays are the worst.

On the plus side, the worst part is over with already.

That's true. Now is when it turns into a countdown for Friday.

Why go to the gym twice in the same day?

An hour is hardly enough.

face to face~

"I think your pout will always get me the most, damn you and your adorable face." Abby chuckled, biting on her bottom lip. She didn’t mean to laugh so much, but it was hard when she was around Mason. They just had so much fun and he easily caused her to smile and enjoy whatever they were doing — big or small. "You’re right, I will never second guess your independence ever again, but I might mother hen you from time to time and you just have to deal with it." Though things took a serious turn when he began to show her the song, she found it incredibly sweet. "Not shushing!"

"Did I really like it?" She mocked, scoffing playfully. "Of course I did, why would I lie to you?" Abby gave him a pointed look, shrugging some. "I mean, it’s really good. I think I especially love all of your love songs the most. Because they’re so cute and ugh, they make me want to just squeeze your cheeks."

Mase wrinkled up his nose. "God, no. Not that. Not adorable. Anything but adorable." He said, shaking his head as if he could shake away whatever it was that was making her think he could be 'adorable.' He was smiling, though -- he honestly couldn't help it. "I'm okay with mother-henning. Mostly because between you and my actual mother, I'm just used to it." He said. He tried desperately to hide the flush that was overtaking him, rolling his shoulders back. "You're mean to me." He complained, but there was no real heat behind it.

"Hey, you can't blame me for making sure." He said, elbowing her softly. "You have no idea how much pity-praise I've gotten over the years." He said, running a hand over his hair and wrinkling up his nose again. "Is there something about me that's turning me into a three-year old around you today? No cheek-squeezing allowed, nope." He said. "But I'm glad that you like them. They're honestly what I'm always most nervous about."