#ofbitching

[wordinglives]

“you cannot make me do that!” | @ofbitching

[fadeddirtysoulsx]

( &&. @ofbitching )

    “       can you back up a little?? i’m pretty sure i can feel your heavy breathing down my neck.” he likes to be extra for no reason.

[mxrdant]

( &&. @ofbitching )

it was another one of those days. blue never really knew what to do, and the knowledge that he probably wouldn't be able to help no matter how much he wanted to caused a dull ache to flare up in his chest — holding him in a vice-like grip, making it harder to breathe. but he couldn't let any of that show, not when danny was already dealing with enough problems, not when danny needed him the most. and so he climbs onto the other's lap, hoping it would be enough — that danny would feel loved ( because god, did blue love him ) . “ i love you, ” he says, his voice soft as he wraps his arms around the blonde, lips meeting the other's in a soft kiss. “ don't ever forget it. ”

[damnedfratality]

he’s trying to be as quiet as he can when he gets inside danny’s house, knowing the other was in some sort of state ( though not knowing how he was doing was killing axel slowly ). & he’s also not so quiet as the door slams shut behind him ( he’s cursing the wind outside under his breath, along with a few variations of curse words ). & now he’s suddenly realising he doesn’t know what room danny’s in, and he knows that if he moves around the house too much he’ll wake him ( which is the last thing he wants at the moment ). so he settles with peeping in doorways for now.

[damnedfratality]

( * &. SMS ! EVERYTHING )

AXEL: you're a pile of poop

[tcnights-blog]

@ofbitching.

“you drink too much, you swear too much and you have, uh --- questionable morals... you're everything i've ever wanted in a friend.”

[damnedfratality]

@ofbitching

he can’t remember the last time he’s been so nervous about standing outside somebody’s door, he can’t remember the last time he’s had to meet up with somebody without knowing where it would end up. knocking on the door a few times, he’s moving his gaze between the door and his feet.

[mxrdant]

( &&. @ofbitching )

“ w — what do you think? ” he's got his hands clasped behind him, standing on the tips of his toes as he waits anxiously for the other's response. he's standing just outside of the fitting room, clad in a pink pleated skirt that he'd picked out just a few minutes ago. the hem fell about mid-thigh, and he wonders if it's too short — “ this is stupid. danny, i — i'm sorry i dragged you all the way out here. it — doesn't suit me. it's stupid. ” and maybe he's always wanted to wear a skirt, thinking that it would look fairly decent on him, but he was really starting to question that notion.