#!ryan

[walkin-shxtpost-chick]

GLASSES: FIXED

BOWTIE: RED

EYEBROWS: SNATCHED

SATCHEL: FULL OF JELLY BEANS

HISTORY: LEARNED TAUGHT LIVED

TIME: TRAVELLED

[what-is-a-watcher]

Ryan Bergara: if you call me (wheeze) make sure to put "spaghetti" before it!

Shane: ...?

Ryan Bergara: IT'S MY (WHEEZE)

MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY!

Shane: Ryan- that's not- it doesn't work like that- i-

[walkin-shxtpost-chick]

The Unity

i can not stop watching that clip:

Sara trying to give us a nice lesson :)

Sara saying "You dug up a dead body"

The boys moving in perfect sync

[walkin-shxtpost-chick]

C U R S E D

[babykian]

I'm really concerned that I have something on my face because I can basically feel the staring, but I don't really want to know if I've had something on my face for the past ten minutes or not? U-Um, do you think y-you could stop, maybe? Or don't. It's fine, I-I don't care.

[coltonbrightside-blog]

"sunday morning";

Sunday morning, rain is falling Steal some covers, share some skin Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable You twist to fit the mold that I am in

The rising sun shined down through the window pane on the two sleeping boys, faces serene and angelic in slumber, as they lay intertwined and oblivious to the world spinning around them. The world ceased to exist when they lay in each others arms; because to them, they held their world in them. Even in their large king sized bed, they couldn't bare to be on either side of the large mattress. They had to be together, sinking in the dip in the middle, comfortably curved into one another. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like they were made for that position. Even with just crinkled white sheets over their two bodies, they were warm, the lingering smell of mixed sweat and aftershave still on their olive and creamy skin tones. As the sun encompassed more of the room, the growing light began to stir the older of the two; a confused irritation spreading across his once innocent expression. On his side, Colton had been laying with his arms wound tightly around his petite lover, but as he awoke he began to stir uncomfortably. Fatigue weighed down his muscles, but once comprehension dawned on him, he tried to be as discrete as possible as he slipped his arms out of their tight gripped lock. Pushing himself into a sitting position, he rolled his broad shoulders, stifling a yawn as he stretched slightly. Ryan slept beside him, dead to the world, as the sun shone in through the open curtains. They had stupidly forgotten to close them before they left, and the brunette had enjoyed the city skyline view they had at night when they returned home from the event - it hurt Colton to just think about the childish pout that would curve the red lips of his lovers if he was denied something he wanted. Squinting as he stared out, a small sigh left his own tiers, as the moment of him sitting there drew out further. The sun began to dim, overcome by thin clouds, as the glimmer of light rain fall filled the sky.

That may be all I need In darkness, he is all I see Come and rest your bones with me And I never want to leave

It was picturesque really, the way the sun still shone through the rain and the clouds, even if pitifully. And somewhat poetic. A lot of metaphors popped into Colton's mind in that moment, but he didn't voice them aloud, too fearful to break the silence in the room. That, and he didn't want to wake Ryan. Sliding back down on his back, his shoulder was pressed into the crevice between his boyfriends shoulder blades, causing his head to roll on the pristine white pillow to stare at the mop of brunette curls hiding the face he loved. A ghost of a smile hinted at his pale lips, his dark butterscotch hues flickering up and down, drinking in every little detail about the sleeping boy next to him. There was an odd kind of calm that settled into his frame just by the simple sight of Ryan. Even in a crowded room, with ear piercing screams and thousands of flashes, with one side glance at the brunette he was at ease. And in moments like this, where it was just the two of them together in their perfect little world? He was home. Reaching out tentatively, his fingertips brushed ever so slightly on the smooth skin of Ryan's shoulder. Tracing down, Colton was enthralled by his own gesture as his fingers ran down his boyfriends arm for no reason at all, but to simply caress the skin in an idle habit he'd grown into. The twenty three year old was one of those people who couldn't fall back asleep once he had woken up, and so he had to find something to entertain himself. That just so happened to be playing with his boyfriend without waking him. Sometimes, Colton would giggle when he'd be playing with Ryan's curls and it would cause the other boy to stir, but he was controlled enough now to not do that. His attention was drawn away by the growing sound of the rain. It was becoming louder as the water fell heavier, wind swooping around to add to the noise. A frown creased between his bushy brows as his gaze flitted to out the window. It took a long moment before he sat up, taking one last look at the boy next to him, before he slipped from underneath the covers.

Fingers trace your every outline Paint a picture with my hands Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm Change the weather, still together when it ends

Padding over to where his suitcase lay, Colton leaned down to find some appropriate clothing. He had a weird habit of never unpacking his suitcase, and it was annoying when he wanted to find something, but he still never changed his one stubborn habit. Moments later and now comfortably dressed in a pair of gray tracksuit pants, he was ambling towards the kitchen in the main room of the penthouse. He was still moving as silent as possible, getting the Breakfast Juice (a nice mix of the favourite citrus juices) from the shelf and grabbing two tall glasses. Pouring the liquid into both of them, he put the large jug away before walking back into the master bedroom, placing one cup down on Ryan's side bedside table. He walked around the bed, sculling his own juice as he did. By the time he put his own glass down, it was empty. Rolling back onto the bed, Colton fell back into his previous position - at least somewhat. Propped up on his left elbow, his palm was resting on the side of his head as he stared down at Ryan with sleepy eyes. Reaching out, his right hand began to play with his boyfriends hair, humming one of Ryan's pianos songs under his breath. The storm was growing outside, loud enough now to stir the musician from his sleep. Colton froze, his hand retracting in fear tha the had done something. He waited a few long moments, before the silence of the room was broken by Ryan stretching, a string of noises leaving his mouth as he moved around. Pressing his lips together, the Brit tried to suppress a smile. "Morning, baby." He murmured.

[couturiegay]

Jack: Will you bring me something from Pierce, like a quesadilla or something? Ryan: Sure. Me: Will you bring him a milkshake? Jack: Yeah, will you bring me a milkshake? Ryan: No, I'm not making you a milkshake. Me: Will you make him your milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard? Ryan: No. My milkshakes only bring little boys to the yard.