#jordanandryan

[thegrimmgod]

jordanandryan replied to your post: 

Oh, well here I was thinking you were named Hamlet. That would have been awesome.

Man, I wish.  I'd make everyone treat me like some sassy prince.

If my dad had gotten his name with naming his offspring, however, I'd probably have a name similar to that seeing as my older sister was almost named Thor when they didn't yet know the gender. 

[thegrimmgod]

Dude your name is Hamlet? That's cool.

Pf, not my real name, but the name everyone calls me here.

It's p'nice. 

[calloushook]

jordanandryan replied to your post: “Stiles… err, wha’s this I’m hearin’ ‘boyt you sayin’ your straight?” Jordan asked, seeming confused, “Your… your speech was inspirational—you seemed so… so sure..”

He seemed to slump a little, “But… you…” he sighed, scratching his head, “Okay… I… guess I understan’…” he mumbled. Though really he wasn’t sure what to believe anymore.

"Look, listen to me." Stiles placed his hand on the others shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "I have no idea why I went through the phase of thinking I liked boys, I don't know.. I just realised that I really don't and I have no other explanation for it. I still stand by the fact that there is absolutely nothing wrong with liking boys Jordan, there's nothing wrong with you at all okay?"

[carpenocturnis]

jordanandryan liked your post: utterly exhausted

hai bby

-snuggles with-

i'm tired

writing my story for Elijah (Enneth){Omega} is tiring and angsty

i missed you 

[beautifulx-disasterx-blog]

@Lex

Ashley says hello and that she'll talk to you soon hopefully. 

[weightlessmemories]

Xander sings.

To Hector. 

[weightlessmemories]

The song Kellin wants to sing for Jordan.

Because he has to lie about their love but still wants him and knows about him.

[weightlessmemories]

Trying

Kellin was really worried about Jordan. It'd been over a day since he'd seen him. He'd gathered up a shit ton of junk food, cheesy movies, and anything else he could think of to cheer his lover up. He went over, knocking on the door, arms full of bags. "Baby, it's me," he called out.