#leochris64

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Answer questions π and e, please. Not the letter e, the number e - whose exponential function is the derivative of itself. :D

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with my new icon every time I reblog something and see it on my dash, I think that it's leochris64　

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Sam and Rory both wished they could stop time. Even though they had made the most out of their time together, the dreaded date had finally arrived and the pair found themselves laying down on Sam's bed, spending one last night together, before Rory's return to Ireland. "I love you Sammy..." muttered Rory. The blond quickly wrapped his arms around the other boy. "If I keep you in my arms forever, then you won't be able to leave." They cuddled until sleep took them both, and even afterwards.

I ask for cuddles and get my soul ripped out. #leochris64 is a dick

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Remind me: Do you keep up with the glee project? :)

Sadly, no. I have no laptop or cable tv, so that makes it kinda... difficult. ;-;

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Niff is not a crack ship. They got a really intense and homoerotic hug.

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(Hold on to the dream, sweetie.)

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So, is anyone going to record themselves reading their favorite drabble they've written?

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The Glee Project isn't a talent competition it's an... "inspire a bitchy stupid middle-aged gay man; win a job" competition.

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Written for me by LeoChris64, because he's awesome and cheers me up when I'm sad. :)

Sam Evans was feeling content. Exhausted, perhaps, but content and at peace nonetheless. His sweaty blond hair was resting on his pillow, he had been too exhausted to even bother showering after the game, opting instead to go back home and catch a nap. A knocking noise disturbed him, but the annoyed expression on his face was quickly replaced by a smile when he saw who was standing near the door; the love of his life Rory Flanagan.

"Well, well, I have to say you played brilliantly tonight, Mr. Evans," he said seductively. "Star Quarterback of the McKinley Titans." He quickly walked over to the exhausted boy and made to join him on the bed.

"No, Rors... I smell like shit. I may have played well, but the first thing I did was come back here, take off that damn uniform," At that, he motioned to the floor, where the aforementioned red uniform did in fact rest. "and well... lay on my bed."

Rory shook his head, already having taken off his shoes and making quick work of his shirt. "So? You played so well, you deserve cuddles and a massage, love."

"But I'll just get my smelliness on you baby," the blond protested. Rory simply grinned as he joined Sam and hugged him tight.

"So then, after I give you your massage and we take a nap, we'll just have to take a shower. Together, of course, why waste water?" The Irishman brought his face next to Sam's and gently kissed him on the cheek.

"I like the way you think, Rors," replied his boyfriend with a small, tired laugh.