#nothing much else

[tooblindtizzy]

typa shit I've been doing lately

[bagels-and-seagulls]

Can you do 31. “I made it. For you. I know it’s not the best, but...” maybe one of the au’s? Thank you. ❤️

i’m working on one for the au’s with this prompt so i’m going to do this one cannon :)

They weren’t making a big deal about it, their anniversary. At least, they both said that they wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but in actuality, Matteo kicked all of his flatmates out for the night with promises to make them all breakfast for a week if they promised not to be back until noon the next day and cooked David a nice dinner with dessert and everything completely done and piping hot by the time he arrived. He even put on a nice shirt, though he left the top two buttons undone and didn’t tuck it in. Because they weren’t making a big deal about it. 

And when David arrived, he was wearing one of his nicest sweaters that looked like he had just washed it and brought Matteo flowers, pink ones with baby’s breath in between because roses probably wouldn’t be very casual. 

David didn’t make a comment about the candles that were out on the table, and Matteo didn’t mention the fact that it looked like he tried particularly hard to get his hair to look put together tonight. Though they both smiled at each other and pinched each other on the ribs, and the hips, and the shoulders in between too fast kisses that were mostly just pressing grins together because they promised they wouldn’t make a big deal about it. It was just one year, they said, and what’s one year when you already knew you had so many more in the future together. But it looks like they both went back on that promise. Because maybe- just maybe, they both kind of wanted to make it a big deal. If only a little bit. 

“I, uh, I have something for you,” David admits with chocolate sauce on his bottom lip that Matteo wants to swipe with his thumb, and Matteo almost doesn’t process the words quite right because how could David give him anything more than he already has. 

Matteo hums and grabs their plates to put in the sink as David shuffles around his backpack. He pulls out something that’s wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper, and Matteo makes sure to wipe the water off of his hands to not make the ink run. 

He peels back the paper as he leans against the counter, and David stays firmly rooted in his spot at the table, though he’s biting his lip like he wants to say something, or maybe crowd Matteo in closer to the counter to feel his reaction with every nerve of his being. And, Matteo smiles softly as he opens the paper to see one of David’s drawings after a picture they took at the South Sea on their trip in the summer. Matteo was smiling brightly into the camera in the original picture, and David was wrapped around his middle, tucked under Matteo’s arm and laughing carelessly at something, looking right at the way Matteo was grinning, so young and in love. The drawing was in a frame that looked old and cracked around the top right corner with engraved flowers around the edges, painted in something that has faded to something a little muted now. 

“My eye was swollen at this point,” Matteo mumbles with a smile as he runs his thumb over the glass because he felt about ready to burst at the seems with something sweet overflowing in his sternum, and he wasn’t quite sure what was going to come from between his teeth if he indulged that feeling a little bit more. 

“Artistic decisions,” David says back with his mouth pressed to one side like he was trying to fight back a grin. 

“I have something for you, too,” Matteo admits, and David tilts his head as Matteo starts digging around one of the food cabinets because that was as good a hiding place as any when David was over. “Here,” he says and presses a journal with lumpy pages and dried glue around the edges into David’s hands before taking a step back again to lean up against the counter. 

David’s eyebrows raise as he flips through the pages with tacked in pictures of them, and places they’ve been, and things they’ve eaten. There were pictures of their friends and pictures of Laura. Matteo had written dates under each of them in his very best handwriting in black and blue ink, and wrote little things next to some of more important pictures. Where we first met, was under a picture of the school. Where we fell in love, under a picture of the park and a photo of the empty pool, over top a picture of the two of them making silly faces into the camera. When you gave me a key, was written in ink that was a little blurred next to a picture of the city from atop of a building they had randomly snuck into one day. 

“I made it. For you. I know it’s not the best, but…” Matteo starts to say because David was flipping through the pages so slowly and with such careful consideration in the tips of his fingers that it was making Matteo feel a little bit nervous, a little bit too seen even though he was the one that carefully cut the photos into squares small enough to be glued in. 

“They’re empty,” David says as he looks up with his eyes a little glassy around the edges and his palms smoothed over the blank pages halfway through the book. 

Matteo shrugs. “Need space for the rest of it.” 

And David smiles and looks back down at the book for a moment before closing it slowly and setting it on the table away from the edges. He gets up and crowds Matteo into the counter with his hands on his waist, and Matteo’s around his neck, and kisses his cheek. 

“I love it,” David says into the side of Matteo’s mouth. “Thank you.” 

“I love you,” Matteo says back because he suddenly feels like he doesn’t say it enough, and David’s mouth ticks up around the corners as he parrots it back to him and kisses him a little too hard to be causal. Not that they were pretending anymore anyways. 

[castielscaplan]

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[chimu-ke]

who knew being an adult could be this isolating

[lizardjournal]

Does anyone else wish their life had more of an aesthetic?

I’m asking the real questions here.

[halfoftheparty]

41. hey

Yesterday I went ice skating with my cousins and aunt and people that she works with/ jo's friends. lol It was an outdoor rink and it was really cool. I had lots of fun. I only fell once!! But like it wasn't like the cute kinda fall like "did you just see her fall, aww, i'll go help her up!" It was like the "OHHHHHHHHHH, dang that sounded like it hurt fall, she prob needs help" --and it did hurt a lot, i've never fallen so hard, but it no longer hurts, so that's good. And i have to reference Full House-- at least if you get hurt, the ice is like right there. hahahah, Joey said it when he was talking about playing hockey...idk why i remember that much, but oh well, i love Full House. Anyways, it was really cute and I liked it. :)

Then we went to Outback and BAM and hahaha. There was one point where I kept saying lol out loud, and my aunt was like why do you keep saying that? and i was like....... it's how we do it at college.

And now I'm reading The Hunger Games and I'm almost done and I need the next book lol. That's pretty much it. So now I'm off to finish reading this book and play Just Dance. :)

[teacherswordplay]

What does Saudi Arabia produce? Oil! What else?!? Yeah, not much else.

Dr. P, October 24, 2011.