#tana.

[hauntedqt]

❛   oh   yeah   ,   you   look   like   trouble   !   ❜ / @unstabyl

[hauntedqt]

❛   i   saw   you   watching   me   !   so   ,   how   can   i   help   you   ?   ❜/ @mo0nstrucks

[hauntedqt]

❛   you   have   five   minutes   .   .   .   better   make   it   quick   !   ❜ / @pulchraes

[tangledwithmangled]

[CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME A GOOD WAY TO LET OUT MY RAGE ON SOME SKYPE FRIENDS WHO WON'T STOP MAKING MOTHERFUCKING EGG PUNS K THX I'D APPRECIATE IT]

[thelovelyaugustrosearchive-blog]

i would say something but then anons would attack me and i would seem weird, so i'm just gonna say that tana will one day cause my brain to explode.

[thelovelyaugustrosearchive-blog]

okay, who wants some shitty gay fluff?

the ship is aiden quinn o'connelly and dustin james cashman, who belong to tana and i. enjoy.

Dustin had been happier in the past few months than the past few years of his life comvined. He had a boyfriend that actually enjoyed spending time with him, stammer and all. Never in a thousand years would he have ever understoof how the pierced deejay with the colored mohawk wanted to be in the company of an awkward college sophomore who had spent weeks leaving small gifts for him at the record store both enjoyed being at. He ran a hand through his shaggy locks, the greasy feeling freaking him out. He knew Aiden wouldn't care, making a joke in his Scottish accent to make Dustin either feel better or swoon, but he hated it when his hair felt like that. It just drive him crazy to know his hair was that dirty. He tossed his X-Box controller aside and walked to his shower, pulling off his t-shirt and stepping out of his boxers. Even though he lived in San Francisco, the hot water felt fantastic on his shoulders and back, loosening the muscles that had been tightened from playing for hours. The smell of his AXE shampoo filled the shower, one of the few smells he enjoyed, save for whatever Aiden wore that smelled so good. After he felt clean enough to face the rest of the day, he stepped out into the steam, wrapping a towel around his waist. The licks dripping water into his eyes got their own small towel, but only for a moment. He held the towel at his waist as he pushed his hand into the mess his closet was. Jeans were brought out first, then a vintage style Ghostbusters shirt that had seen the light of day only once before. As he pulled the shirt over his head, he heard a knock on the door. He slipped the jeans on before walking to the door, using a dry spot on the towel to finish his hair. Dustin opened the door to his apartment to find Aiden standing there...or, at least, someone that looked like Aiden. His colored mohawk was gone, the piercings were out and the t-shirts that had become his staple had been replaced by a normal shirt. Dustin's head tilted in confusion, the hand with the towel falling to his side. "Who...what...huh?" Dustin's confused mind prevented him from forming coherient words, but Aiden only smiled, stepping inside. "I figured I'd surprise ye with a change." The Scottish acent confirmed it was Aiden, but the look caused Dustin to be completely speechless. The deejay grabbed the sophomore's shoulders, looking for a sign of life. "James, talk to me, man." Dustin shook his head, trying to form sentences. "What happened to the...and the..." His finger first tapped underneath his own bottom lip before raising his hand to where hte top of a mohawk would be if he had one to match Aiden's. The deejay laughed at the speech pattern of the sophomore. "Honestly? I thought ye'd rather be seen with this over my classic style. What ye think?" Dustin looked Aiden over once more, still shocked by the transformation. His hair was flat compared to the mohawk, a dark green jacket on his broad shoulders, and his normal boots were replaced by tennis shoes. He had to admit, it was nice. If Aiden even chose to clean up for a job, it would work, but not for Dustin. "It looks good, really. But, if I wanted you to change, I would have made you do it long ago. You're perfect the way you are." He probably shouldn't have said it like that, mainly because he had no idea how creepy it would seem, but it was too late now. While he waited for Aiden to make a remark on his people skils, he watched a grin grow on the deejay's face. "What?" "Ye're way too good for me." Aiden pulled Dustin in for a deep kiss, one of the many they've shared so far. They stood there for a few moments, their arms around each other, and when they pulled back, they were breathless. "So, ye don't mind if me hair's orange or me face looks like a pin cushion?" "To be honest, the fact you didn't care made me like you in the first place." Aiden smiled and kissed the sophomore again. "An' ye call me perfect."

[thelovelyaugustrosearchive-blog]

Ivan: God, I hate these things. Ian: Then why do you insist on wearing them? Ivan: Why not? Tonight's a special night. Ian: You know, I really have your surprises sometimes. Ivan: Oh, come on, the looks of happiness I've gotten from you? The surprised reactions? Ian: Yeah, after I see the surprise. Not the wait before. That part I hate. Ivan: Oh, you shoulda told me that. I wouldn't have planned it for the dessert course, then. Ian: Ivan! Stopt it! Either tell me what it is now, or you're going to dinner yourself. Ivan: But what's the point of the surprise then, Princess? Ian: Ivan! Ivan: Okay, fine. It was gonna be so much better at dinner, you pushy bitch. -pulls out a small box from his pocket and gets on one knee- Ian: Woah...woah, what are you doing? Ivan: Julie, when we were little, you saved me from boredom. When you showed up a few months ago, you just saved me. Thiss really isn't how I wanted it to go but...Julia...will you marry me? Ian: Holy shit. Ivan: I take it your surprised? Ian: Yeah. -pulls Ivan to his feet- Next time, don't ever listen to me. Ivan: I think that's doable. So, you'll marry me? Ian: You really never had to ask.

Ivan belongs to Tana. Ian belongs to me. Coloring by Tana.

[thelovelyaugustrosearchive-blog]

the awkward moment when you realllly need to talk to someone and they're signed in on msn and they're away from the computer.