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WEEPS BECAUSE I-GAVVED-IT IS FOLLOWING ME

[terrence-mcsharky]

hope you know that my name is actually + tuckington

“I don’t know about this.”

The statement was a bit out of nowhere and, quite frankly, the last thing Wash wanted to hear when discussing wedding plans. “Don’t know about what? Are you still unsure about the caterer or..?” Wash couldn’t help the worry creeping into the back of his mind. 

“No, it’s just..” Wash bit his lip, his full attention on Tucker. “I mean, I definitely want you to take my name, y’know. But ‘Wash Tucker’ sounds so fucking weird.” Laughter burst through Washington’s lips like a dam.

“You’re joking right? I hope you know my name is actually David.” Pure, unsarcastic laughter coming from Wash was rare, but always a delight. “Are we seriously getting married in a few months and you don’t even know my name?”

Tucker held his hands up defensively. “Hey, it never came up in conversation, okay!.”

Wash snorted. “Jesus fucking christ..” 

It was quiet again after that, Tucker breaking the silence only a few minutes later. “David Tucker.. not half bad.”

[terrence-mcsharky]

“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" + mainewash

 “Please put me down, Maine.” Wash whined, his voice cracking. Maine simply shook his head as he carried Wash over his shoulder to the infirmary. “It’s just a sprained ankle, I’m fine.”

Maine scoffed. He was a man of few words, but he didn’t need to wax lyrical to get his point across. “No more skateboard.” A loud noise of disgust burst from Wash’s lips.

“What?! That’s ridiculous I-” Maine cut him off, placing him roughly on one of the hospital beds in the infirmary. Wash glared as Maine lowered himself to the other’s eye level, his mouth in a tight frown.

“Stay safe.” Maine caressed Wash’s face with both of his large hands and pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaving to alert a Medic of their arrival.

[terrence-mcsharky]

i may have accidentally adopted 5 cats + tuckington. im sorry im sending all these.

Tucker reclined in his chair, taking a deep breathe as he let himself relax. He really needed to stop assigning his students so much damn work. It was just more papers he’d have to grade in the end anyway. 

He jolted, surprised at the sudden sound of his text tone. The only person he could think it to be was Wash, but his boyfriend never talked to him while he was in class. It wasn’t ‘good work ethic’ or whatever. Tucker hated it. His students were always texting anyway, why couldn’t he?

‘You have no right to be mad at me.’ Glared at him from the screen. What was Wash even talking about? Tucker raised an eyebrow curiously as he typed back.

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ Tucker couldn’t even image what Wash meant. As a matter of fact, it was usually the other angry with him. It was several minutes before Wash texted back, Tucker not even sure what to make of what he saw on screen.

‘I may have accidentally adopted 5 cats.’

What?

Before he could reply, in came another text. Then another one after that.

‘They were really cute.’

‘The box said ‘free cats’ how could I say no?’

‘Don’t you fucking judge me, Lavernius.’

Tucker’s students were utterly confused at their teacher’s manic laughter when they came back from lunch. 

[terrence-mcsharky]

chex + leaving dead bodies in kitchen

“Okay, listen. You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen.” Church looked down at Tex with a stern expression, his hands on his hips as he scolded her. She snorted, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest. 

“Why? I think it’s an improvement.” She sneered glaring at her surroundings. Church sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger in annoyance

“Is this about the granite counter tops? Oh my fucking god, Tex, I told you marble would be too much white in one place, it’d look way too pristine!” He couldn't fucking believe it; weeks of scrubbing blood off his kitchen floor tiles all because of some stupid counter tops. “Look, we had a deal, okay? I get to design the kitchen, you get to handle the dining room. I didn’t say shit about the ugly ass paneling you picked out.” Tex’s eyes widened, offended.

“What the fuck is wrong with the paneling? I like the paneling!” She stepped closer, her body language much like an animal ready to kill.

“I get it, you have awful tastes. But you don’t see me leaving my work all over your ugly dining room so cut it the fuck out.” Tex pushed him before turning away to address the dead body in the center of the room. She hoisted it up over her shoulder easily and exiting the room. Church had won this time, she thought, but next time he won’t be so lucky. She would have those damn marble counter tops.

[towerofgavino]

Okay so just a short little post for a huge nerd. today is i-gavved-it‘s birthday and this nerd is 16 years old today. I can’t even begin to say how much I love and adore you even though you’re the biggest nerd to walk the earth. Also one year ago today, we spent our entire day watching an RvB stream that helped us become closer friends and make a group chat on Skype. I can’t believe it’s been a full year already. Here’s to all the jokes, fun calls, and just every single moment we hung out together! Hopefully we can meet up sometime and I’m glad we stayed friends even after that whole group chat drama. Happy Birthday igawedit/igavvedit/terseboobi/takes it up the butt. <3

[radicel-archive]

I guess it's asking what you're drawing. also on top of the world imagine dragons!

that makes sense ! thanks !! (now i just need to figure out how to write that)

song: not my kind of music sorry | it’s okay | BRUH, THAT’S MY JAM!!!

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[uaeb]

I honestly don't know if I'm at fault or if it's you anymore. Maybe it's just us both. That sounds right. Your temper and my way of dealing with confrontation make everything worse when things eventually get explosive too. I ignore you and you scream. Over an over. We'll have a few good weeks or even months in between if we're lucky. But then it all comes crashing down and for a few weeks we can't even be in the same room as each other. For as long as I can remember it's been like this. Sigh.

get your anger off your chest