too good

but i swear you gotta chill, you wanna grip a benz wheel and i know you can't wait. dream big and sleep late you got a lot on your plate. that's why you're always working O U T, taking pictures of yourself, you don't see anybody else. you're like    O-H   W-E-L-L, you're like fuck it oh well. my past behind me like a pony tail.

[nefertiris]

[bryarlysanders-deactivated20161]

“Mostly neighbors, but I think a few strays have joined hoping for a revolution or something.”

[maxwelltucker]

“If it’s a big problem, there’s probably an ordinance about pets in the city code. You can just talk to someone at the city offices about it.”

[dinnerstandbyeroiea]

“It will, I’m one of those types that gets excited by colour coded clothes and neatly stacked shoes and things put back in place. Only three shirts, huh? I think I’m more useful for a shopping trip, in that case.”

[maxwelltucker]

“if that’s the case, by all means, go for it.” max laughed. “my fiancee will probably be relieved to see that my side of the room isn’t in complete shambles anymore.”

[connormoorexx]

A bunch of things. Like pretty much life kicked my ass for a week. 

[maxwelltucker]

“hopefully next week won’t be any worse. you’ve got that to look forward to, right?”

[henry-archer-blog]

“If you’re offering, dude. Your help would be great.”

[maxwelltucker]

“where all have you been today?”

[wesleyzheng]

“mhm, yeah, sure. didn’t say anything, mr. i’m a chef.” wesley tried to sound serious, rolling his eyes, but eventually he just gave in with a giggle as he heard max’s contagious laughter. it was days like these that wes cursed max’s working hours, because he loved to be curled in his lap on lazy mornings and he’d do anything to be able to do it more often. “i’d just have to get up to brush my teeth, and then i can come back, and we won’t move for hours.” wes smiled, subconsciously leaning his head to the side so that max could kiss his skin. “really? you’d let me dress you, just like that? no argument?” how could wesley complain about that? “god, i love you.” while one hand continued to attempt at cutting the pancakes up into reasonable sized bites, his other hand went behind him to curl into max’s hair as his lips were on his shoulders. “we’ll be busy. very busy. super busy. definitely no interruptions,” he shook his head, as if to make his point. “that sounds like a pretty good birthday to me.”

[maxwelltucker]

when wes said he had to go brush his teeth, max nodded his head. that at least wouldn’t be for a few minutes, as wesley had to finish his breakfast first, so max had time for a little fun beforehand. “sounds like a plan, baby.” max murmured into his skin, resting there for a moment while wesley spoke to him. max was convinced that there’d never be another day where he wasn’t in love with wesley zheng. this man had quickly become his everything, and he was perfectly okay with that. there was no point to life if you weren’t sharing it with someone special. wesley was that someone for maxwell. “i love you too.” max spoke, a smirk coming to his lips when wesley’s fingers tangled into his hair. “behave.” he whispered sternly, though max was being counter productive to the cause, as he was already working on sucking a bruise into wesley’s skin. “we should set a wedding date soon.” max spoke as he continued to distract wesley. “i don’t wanna spend any more time not married to you.”

[wesleyzheng]

wesley hummed happily as max took the bite off of his fork, watching him with a fond smile for a few moments until he turned back around so that he back was pressed against his chest. from there, he cut off a piece of his pancakes for himself and chewed. but immediately after he finished his bite, he groaned. “shut up!” he swung his elbow back to hit his chest playfully. he secretly loved that max was the cook between them both because he had a hard time making his own decent meal in the kitchen sometimes, but max often picked on him because of that. he took another bite, and without thinking about it, offered another one to max as he chewed. “does staying in bed and kissing you all day count as something special?” he asked, only half serious. truthfully he hasn’t thought much of his birthday beforehand; and it’s not like he’d have an enjoyable time out at a club or somewhere similar. so he shrugged. “i mean, we can always look around to see if there’s anywhere nice we can go. i didn’t think too much of specifics other than the fact that i wanted to spend it with you and the people i love.”

[maxwelltucker]

“i didn’t even say anything!” max insisted, laughter lacing each of his words. max loved just lounging around their bedroom in the mornings. they didn’t get enough chances to do it lately with how often max had been working. he loved the home that they’d created in providence together. “i mean, i’d definitely be okay with that...” max drifted off, leaning down and placing a few shallow kisses in the crook of wesley’s neck, then down to his shoulder. “i did make reservations for dinner tonight, though, so we’ve gotta leave just for a little while to do that.” max revealed, reaching over and taking a sip of the orange juice he’d brought out for wesley. “i’ll even let you pick out my outfit and everything.” he laughed. “drew also said something about coming over tonight, but i have a feeling we’ll be busy, so we’re gonna have to make sure to lock the doors...” max smirked, his lips finding their way back down to wesley’s bare shoulder.

[wesleyzheng]

wesley definitely wasn’t going to argue anymore. on a regular day, he might’ve said something else - might’ve mentioned that he still didn’t have to, or that he would do something to pay him back somehow. but this wasn’t a regular day, this was his birthday and he was going to allow himself to be pampered with absolutely no more objections. “you’re too sweet to me, my love,” wes stated with a smile. once max was further onto the bed, he wiggled his way into his lap rather shamelessly and without warning. the only response he gave to his own actions was another big grin. “oh, i’ll give you a bite.” he grabbed the plate, positioned it in front of him, and cut off a piece of the pancakes with his fork. he turned around slightly, holding the utensil up to max’s lips, laughing. “here.”

[maxwelltucker]

max chuckled when wesley wiggled around until he was ultimately situated on max’s lap, the tray then on top of wesley’s. “thank you.” max said, taking a bite off of the fork and munching down, trying to avoid the inevitable thoughts of his caloric intake and what it would take to burn them off. wes didn’t worry about that, because in his line of work, he was constantly working out. max didn’t have that luxury. “wow, i’m a chef.” he boasted, mainly to tease wesley, who could easily burn water if he were left alone to fend for himself in the kitchen. “did you have anything special you wanted to do today?” max asked, his arms wrapped comfortably around wesley’s waist and his chin resting in the crook of his shoulder. he couldn’t wait to marry this man. 

[wesleyzheng]

there weren’t that many times that wesley got to wake up to the smell of breakfast foods and the sight of his pretty fiance ( who was saying his name in that tone that he loved ), but when he did, he always made sure to greatly appreciate every second of it — including now. especially now. waking up with the realization that he was twenty-three and maxwell was fully prepared for it made him smile, albeit tiredly, and blink his sleepy eyes open to watch him come through the doorway. “hi,” he croaked, a little too lazy to pull the sheets from his body just yet as max sat down and kissed him. “you didn’t have to make me breakfast in bed,” he protested, but his smile gave away any real refusal of the idea; breakfast in bed sounded delightful. “— but thank you.” he extended his arms, stretching out stiff limbs to finally sit up. instead of reaching for the tray, he grabbed max’s arm, tugging him further on the bed. “sit with me. did you eat already?”

[maxwelltucker]

the realization that his fiancee was now five years older than him had shocked maxwell a bit. he’d never thought of any distance between them, but age was a big one. he was just happy that things had worked out so perfectly for the both of them. “i wanted to.” max spoke simply when wesley tried to be modest about the whole situation. if there was one thing that max was sure of, it was that wesley loved to be pampered, and his birthday was no exception. “you’re welcome.” max smiled softly, laughing when wesley tugged him into bed. “i ate a few bites while i was cooking.” max shrugged his shoulders. he always did things for wesley first, sometimes to a fault, and it wasn’t a secret. “gimme a bite, birthday boy.” max teased, gesturing to the chocolate chip pancakes. 

[shutupstavros]

Girls, if any of you are planning on getting a manicure in the near future, I would advise you to leave Providence to do so. In fact, leave the state completely.

[maxwelltucker]

“thank you for the tip, i’ll consider that next time i book my mani pedi appointments.”

[dinnerstandbyeroiea]

Does anyone want me to organize their closet while I procrastinate on all the important things in life? 

[maxwelltucker]

“i mean, i’m pretty sure i have, like, three t-shirts... there isn’t much variety there... but you can go for it if it’ll make you feel better.”

[connormoorexx]

Holly shit that was a hell of a week. 

[maxwelltucker]

“what happened?”

[maxwelltucker]

on the morning of august 25, maxwell awoke at six am as usual, only this time his schedule was slightly changed. he’d requested time off of work for the entire day, a break they both knew that max needed, but one he’d only ever take to please wesley. that was what this whole day was about. max still made his way to the gym right when he woke up, though; there were some things in his life that just could not be compromised. “weeeeesley,” max cooed a little after ten am, the smell of chocolate chip pancakes and hashbrowns, a strange combination (but one wesley liked), filling their bedroom as max brought the dishes in on a tray. he watched as wesley’s sleepy eyes opened, a sight maxwell would never get sick of, and he smiled. “happy birthday, baby.” max whispered, sitting down next to him and kissing his lips softly. 

[henry-archer-blog]

“I definitely had it when I left my apartment because I checked for it when I closed my door but by the time I went to gab a coffee it was gone. If I retrace my steps from my apartment to the coffee place I doubt it’ll still be there.”

[maxwelltucker]

“it won’t hurt to try, though. do you want my help?”

[scarletwitcheries]

[wordsnquotes]

I care.        I care a lot.                It’s kinda my thing.

Leslie Knope  (via felicitysmoak)

[mateoxbeltran]

Do you ever wonder where your missing socks go? Don’t laugh it’s a legit question. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve lost a sock after doing laundry. 

[maxwelltucker]

“there’s always that place in halloweentown, where all of the lost things go, i think the guy’s name is gord? that’s a definite possibility.”