#dork asses

[fortunately-bi]

Y'all bashing on LOK and the comics on my avatar post aren't hot shit literally shut up djfjfkfjdnfnfn

[fpsantangelo]

ahhh arizona’s drinkin that washington nationals juice! that “score a ridiculous amount of runs one game a week instead of spreading them out like you should” juice!

[hneyteacup]

convinced some of yall dont even like ur own ship u just really really hate zutara

[specterseenarchived]

@hawkinsdetect​​ sent: it’s another night in for these two, a bottle of whatever they stole from the last party being passed back and forth as they lay on the couch. for once rich didn’t actually have to cook. the pizzas robin brought over open on the coffee table. robin’s legs stretch over his lap, nearly pinning him in place —— but there’s an odd comfort in it. there’s just that constant comfort with robin, but he can’t really figure out what it is. maybe… maybe there’s something more there that he hasn’t figured out. “ — man maybe we should do this more often. ” he jokes, trying to break the silence.

she’s a little drunk. its evident in the way a dorky smile is stuck on her face and how rosy her cheeks are. robin’s comfortable in her current position with her legs stretched out over rich. and now she’s giggling. not that he had said anything particularly funny in that sentence. its more of her remembering them stealing the liquor that they’ve been passing back and forth. such a fun night. her head is tilted as she looks at him with her smile.   “we really should.”   for second robin feels like she’s looking too long. so she peels her eyes away and settles it on the pizza on the coffee table.   “i really like being with you, rich. er- hanging out. sorry. yeah, hanging out with you is really fun.”   she’s gonna pretend that slip up didn’t happen because she knows how that sounded. accidentally revealing a little bit how she feels about him. she likes him.