❝ oh captain my captain ! ❞

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YOUR STEREOTYPICAL MASCULINE SIDE

you love hoodies.  you love shorts.   dogs are better than cats.  it’s hilarious when people get hurt.   shopping is torture.   sad movies suck.   you own a car racing game.   you played with hot wheels cars as a kid.   at some point in time you wanted to be a fire fighter.   you owned a ds, ps2, n64, or sega.  you used to be obsessed with power rangers.   you have watched sports on tv.   gory movies are cool.   you go to your dad for advice.   you own like a trillion baseball caps.   you used to collect hockey or baseball cards.   baggy sweats are cool to wear.   it’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.   green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours.   you love to go crazy and not care what people think.   sports are fun.   you talk with food in your mouth.   you sleep with your socks on at night.   you have fished at least once.

YOUR STEREOTYPICAL FEMININE SIDE

you love to shop.   you wear eyeliner.   you wear the color pink.   you go to your mom to talk.   you consider cheerleading a sport.   you hate wearing the color black.   you like going to the mall.   you like getting manicures and/or pedicures.   you like wearing jewelry.   you cried watching the notebook.   dresses are a big part of your wardrobe.   shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.  you don’t like the movie star wars.   you are/were in gymnastics.   it takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.   you smile a lot more than you should.   you have more than 10 pairs of shoes.   you care about what you look like.  you like wearing dresses when you can. you like wearing high heel shoes.  you used to play with dolls as little kid.   you like putting make-up on others.   you like being the star of everything.

APPEARANCE

i am shorter than 5’5”. i have scars. i tan easily. i wish my hair was a different color.   i have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.  i have a tattoo. i am self-conscious about my appearance. i’ve had/have braces. i’ve been told i’m attractive by a complete stranger. i have more than two piercings. i have/had piercings in places besides my ears.

EXPERIENCES

i’ve gotten lost in my city. i’ve seen a shooting star. i’ve wished on a shooting star.  i’ve seen a meteor shower. i’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. i’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.  i’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. i’ve been to a casino. i’ve been skydiving. i’ve gone skinny-dipping. i’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. i’ve crashed a car. i’ve been skiing. i’ve been in a musical. i’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue. i’ve seen the northern lights. i’ve sat on a rooftop at night.  i’ve played a prank on someone.  i’ve ridden in a taxi. i’ve seen the rocky horror picture show. i’ve eaten sushi. i’ve been snowboarding.

HONESTY/CRIME

i’ve done something i promised someone else i wouldn’t. i’ve done something i promised myself i wouldn’t. i’ve snuck out. i’ve lied to my parents about where i am.  i’ve cheated while playing a game. i’ve ran a red light. i’ve witnessed a crime. i’ve been in a fist fight. i’ve been arrested.

DEATH AND SUICIDE

i’m afraid of dying. i hate funerals. i’ve seen someone/something dying. someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. i’ve written a eulogy for myself.

RANDOM

i can sing well. stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. i open up to others easily. i watch the news. i don’t kill bugs. i sing in the shower. i am a morning person. i paid for a cell phone ring tone. i am a sports fanatic. i twirl my hair. i care about grammar. i have “?”’s in my screen name. i’ve copied more than 30 cds in a day. i bake well. my favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange. i would wear pajamas to school. i like martha stewart. i know how to shoot a gun. i laugh at my own jokes. i eat fast food weekly. i’ve not turned anything in and still got an a in a certain class. i can’t sleep if there is a spider/cockroach in the room. i am ticklish. i love white chocolate. i bite my nails. i’m good at remembering faces. i’m good at remembering names. i’m good at remembering dates. i honestly have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.

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The Wood Beyond the World, William Morris

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To think that his lover would be as turned on as himself, to think Jonas was turned on by this body of his, older than his own, wrinkles and unkempt fitness in many places; yet the fact Jonas was as hard as he was, grinding into him to just let him know that it wasn’t one-sided arousal now; really caused the Norwegian to blush head to toe. The shudder of his body responding to the others heat, the sensation of tongue and lips now causing his toes to curl a lot more; and thighs to part just slightly to allow his own hips to move in sync.

Claude’s breath hitched all over again; hand and fingers gluing to his lovers, making sure to wiggle and grip firmly into the spaces between - feeling that warmth and their rings rubbing together - making the English teacher’s stomach flutter tenfold. Jonas was… too perfect for him. Where those arms carried him out of the depths of his void, his voice guiding him back from the fog of his own thoughts and now, kisses that turned his life around, hands that caressed his body without shame or worry; words that caused his lungs to blossom with soft laughter and tears bubble in those hues. “Jeg er s - så nervøs” It felt so weird, he has done this a few times in his life, fooling around, discovery and just out of need – but nothing was like this. Nothing as intimate, as soul bonding like this. “Men jeg ønsker ikke å stoppe, ikke i det hele tatt.” Not ever with Jonas.

Like that, his free hand slipped from behind the others head, to stroke around his cheek - pulling that face closer for several chaste kisses; sealing his nervousness between them - brushing them away with softer kisses and finally pulling away with a flutter of lashes as he gazed upon Jonas. “Alt. Alt men våre ringer.” Claude’s tongue danced with his Mother Tongue, sealing the agreement with another kiss to the Bear’s lips, as he shifted to release Jonas from his leg-cage and hand. They needed both to see what they both were all about - and peeking from shared showers or when Jonas worked out didn’t count. This was truly something else now. So Claude raised his hips to aid Jojo in removing his jeans.

Whilst that was happening however, Claude’s hands stroked down Jonas’s front; rubbing over the fabric of his heart - squeezing at pectoral with a smile to then beginning to undo those buttons of the others shirt, peeling him open like some forbidden fruit he’d thank God for keeping out of his reach for so long, but also the Devil for giving him the lewd thought of sitting up - which he did - to sink his teeth into Jonas’s collar bone. “Så vakker… Jonas. Jeg elsker deg så mye.”

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feeling claude’s thighs part, jonas moved even closer, hips rolling and letting his breath shudder as he feels his lover’s pelvis move alongside his own. there were no subtle hints anymore. his crotch felt tight and throbbing. his desire was for all of it: claude’s thighs, his erection, his butt-cheeks, the fiction they caused and the imagination of the warm, soft flesh that was underneath. it was a heat he displayed in the playful sucking on his lips and tongue. he had no wish of turning those beautiful, marshmallow lips raw, but if it was a consequence of absorbing every last tingle caused by clashing of tongues, that’s what it’d have to be. his norwegian was adorable. the dialect shown in it’s truest form, a reminder of their heritage up north, the snow, the mountains, the forests. perhaps one day the two of them would have a cabin up there. it would be left to decide to the future claude and jonas who would wear something even more promising than the promise rings themselves. warm metal pressing to skin and causing an ache all the way to the art teacher’s bones. the only thing that would ever stop him was the reassurance of the man under him, his one, his only. ❛ jag är också nervös... men det är inget att vara rädd för. vi älskar varandra. ( i’m nervous too... but it’s nothing to be afraid of. we love each other. ) ❜ he whispered with a smile breaking up their wet make-out. it was an odd thing to say. something foreign to him even in his mother tongue. jonas had only ever said i love you, not we love each. never in his life had he been this safe, secure, or certain. taking claude’s nervousness into account, jonas fought the primal need of pulling down his underwear and the jeans in a single sweep. he wished to witness exactly what he had caused. the bulge that was now visible in front of his eyes was so much and yet not nearly enough. it was out of love, respect, and with a handful of patience that he unbottoned the other’s jeans and slowly began pulling it down his thighs. he had seen claude exposed before yet in this setting even just this made him bite down on his lips.

it was a hold he could keep until he felt a mild pain course from his collar and it was a groan mixed with a moan after that, loud and clear. a rush of anticipation followed, something that he was surprised of himself. the thought of being claimed by claude, marked, it set the butterflies in his stomach wild. a loving bruise just for him.then with the pants off he pushed claude’s thighs up, caressing the back of them carefully as he stretched his lover so he could rub his bulge against the leftover fabrics of the norwegian’s underwear, and let his hands work down his shirt. for once even the artist’s hands were fumbling. ❛ ah... du gör mig ännu vackrare, det slår jag vad om... ( you’re making me even more beautiful, i bet... ) ❜ he breathed with husk in his voice. low moans behind shut lips proceeded to slip as he grinds more, although more careful, wishing not to appear like a bear that would eat the ex-author whole. he was going to be a tender lover, the mix of tender and passionate that only love could create. ❛ they say that love has always been present, that the same feeling exists to this day, the same love they wrote about, every place from ancient greece to the dark ages to shakespear... but to me, it’s completely new... it’s a love that never existed before in all of space and time... for you, all of you, every part, small and big, all of it... oh, you have become all my heart, my art, my life... i wish we’d never have to be apart.  ❜

[just-shower-thoughts]

The beating of my heart is my life ticking away

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i’ve realized that jojo needs more friends. if you have a platonic bond with him or want a pre-established friendship, like this for a starter!! hoping none of my shipping partners get annoyed at this i just feel like a little change of pace~ still love you guys y’know. ♥

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How could he ask for anything more when he had such a gorgeous man above him like this? Though gasping at the squeeze, Claude’s hues remained open as he pouted just a touch from the motion; it, He, was hard - of course he was; that squeeze only made his jeans scrap over the sensitive heated spot - and he was pretty sure he was making a mess in there from the others constant beauty dazzling his loins into release pre-lubricants into his underwear. Though those thoughts of the other teasing him too much was completely removed from his mind as lips descended onto his face. The sensation of the others hair tickling his forehead didn’t stop him from smiling, but the hand that caressed the brown locks away was thanked in the form of an eager tongue greeting his lovers. 

How could anyone dump this man?! This was an Adonis whenever Claude sure one! Those people, damn them, they were missing the best kiss of their lives this very moment - and Claude was greedily making sure Jonas knew that too.

He didn’t know what he tasted like, he ate a lot today and his teeth had been brushed after the last intake of chocolate, so he had to wonder if it was a minty chocolate dazzling the others tongue along with his own, caressing a possible coffee flavoured muscle in his own maw. Hands rose slightly, stroking up the Bear’s biceps and shoulders, but they totally returned to those thick biceps, squeezing with his thighs about the others waist – clearly pleased with what he felt out just that moment - before they moved on. Slinking his hands around Jonas’s shoulders and then neck, gripping at his Bear’s hair and scratching at his nape with blunt nails. Claude’s lips kept the Swede where he was, for sure! Even time Jonas wanted to pull away, Claude’s teeth snagged his lip-ring and pulled him back into a wet kiss, each time Jonas tried to remove his tongue, Claude sucked it back in and he shamelessly rose his feet from the bedding to wrap about the Bear’s lower back to pull the other down with a heavy moan.

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the desperation he was met with caused a groan to slip past between wet tongues and loving lips. it was simply too good to resist the knowledge that he could cause this kind of reaction from claude. he felt powerful. finally it was like he had the ability to control his own destiny. right then, at that moment, claude was his life, his future, his fate, and he wanted to hold it closer to himself than no one had ever done before. they had both had lovers, they both knew, but the memories were grey and faded. jonas had a feeling that they’d make love like they never had before, and they will realize that any fools they let touch them before weren’t the right ones. jonas was already sensing it as his own erection was pressed closer to claude’s bottom. the restraints of clothes became painfully clear and all he could do was press himself closer, roll his hips and aimlessly trying to find a hand of claude’s which he could hold onto. one which had so wonderfully traced his biceps and shoulders as if they were the pillars to protect him from all harm. or at least that’s what claude made jonas feel like he could do.

❛ sweetheart ~ ❜ the art teacher mumbled through their hot exchange of minty saliva. the voice was mumbling and hoarse. he was trying his best to not sound so very, very begging, but it was still inside of his voice like a chewing gum hidden inside of a lollipop. ❛ there’s so... so many clothes... they’re too much--- don’t you think so? i’ll stop teasing... i’ll make sure you get exactly what you want... i need you, claude, älskling, käresta, jag blir galen annars... ❜ switching to swedish, knowing their languages were similar enough to make him understood either way, and making it all more intimate, the brunet let the hand which squeezed onto claude’s pants let go just to nudge his fingertips at the button on his marshmallow’s jeans. his hips pressed closer, making his needy nature apparent, but also embracing the amazing feeling of claude’s legs keeping him still and showing that everything was far from one-sided now. ❛ i want to take off everything... everything but the rings... ❜

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@gravesradium, jonas has missed you...

it was a lovelier response than he could have wished for. it was returned with an equal amount of enthusiasm, a gentle squeeze of his hand and a couple of teeth gracing the english teacher’s warm skin as his smile widens drastically. heavy breath clashed with flesh and a longing sound, the mix of a chuckle and a groan, came from him. a desperate swede with a heart feeble and throbbing with all the love and affection he desired to give his precious one. being able to touch the love of his life in such sinful ways was just as sweet as he had been taught temptation would feel like. only that in his soul there was nothing but pure intentions. nothing but love, a big wave of it that wanted to sweep everything with it as it clashed together with the ground. ❛ the worst part is... i don’t want to get better at it. ❜ he whispered. his head leaned back, dark locks deciding to fall to surround them both like they wished to seal this sacred moment from the outside world. the hand that wasn’t busy meeting with claude’s hips moved to make sure that none of his brunet curls got in the beautiful, blue eyes of his muse. he began with pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his lover’s lips, only so he had the time to take in the light off love that was brimming in claude’s eyes. it felt like his heart was beating just to reach out to the man below him, wanting to claim and to morph into one with him. eventually dark eyelashes fluttered close as he pressed a kiss with half-opened lips to meet with the older’s own. his tongue didn’t seem to be able to resist peeking out to steal a taste of the marshmallow’s mouth, and a warm shiver crawled up the painter’s spine.

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Towel in hand and standing on the bed, Claude took over drying his bear's hair with an almighty need to make him less prone to catching a cold via sleeping with wet hair. With the towel dropped soon enough around the others shoulders, Claude grinned widely before leaning down to kiss his beloved's lips firmly; using the towel to pull the taller - now smaller man - closer to himself. "You're so handsome."

                       to think there was a time where jonas was the one who had to spoil and spoil and spoil claude sick, where he could kiss him and hug him and love him but with nothing in return, it felt like a sad dream. here he was now, every day, getting to return home to share an apartment with the man he loves, share a love for each other greater than anything he ever had, and share secrets, share his family, share kisses more than anything. jonas was spoiled continuously. surprises, cuddles, amazing food and sweet nothings whispered in his direction. never had he felt so desired. claude truly was too good to him, but the painter would never stop trying to catch up.                      with a low chuckle and a little nibble on the norwegian’s lips, jonas obediently followed the tugging on his towel, strong arms hugging his lover around the waist. his stomach fluttered at the compliment. never before had he been able to truly believe it, but with claude there was no doubt. jonas could feel proud of his arms, his ink, his hairstyle, his body hair, even his piercing. there would be a day where he got wrinkles, and he’d be happy about those too. perhaps it was the look in his boyfriend’s eyes that was so thoroughly convincing. it set seeds of confidence to grow in the swede’s heart.                      ❛ i gotta do my best, with someone this beautiful sleeping next to me. ❜ he murmured in return. the fluff of his towel and claude’s skin made him feel like melting, like butter in the sun. ❛ sometimes i look at you, and i just… ❜ for someone with a poet’s soul, sometimes he was just speechless. it was all claude. chocolate hues looked up and down the man straddling him on the bed, and it made the butterflies flutter wildly, all the way from his stomach up to his throat. ❛ … i just… wow. ❜

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He felt cold, even though he was warm to the touch. Like a chill was drafting from his empty thoughts and it was annoying. He felt irritated at the cold, but he didn't know what to do about it. His eyes stung, was he going to cry about it? This coldness that haunted him? He was going too; but he heard the kettle whistle from being boiled and he remembered; he wasn't alone here any more. Claude without a thought more sat up from the sofa and raced to the kitchen to hug his bear tight. "Tighter."

                    ❛ ahh, and here’s my favorite… ❜ the teacher chuckled. clueless about the sudden mood change in his lover’s heart, he just pulled his beautiful writer close, one arm around his neck and the other his waist. he couldn’t get enough of his waist. he couldn’t get enough of… any of him. he kissed the top of his norwegian’s head, smothering the crown of his head and his temple with smooches. the arm he had wrapped around his roommate’s neck caressed his jaw with the back of paint-stained digits. the other arm did as it was told and squeezed claude closer.                   he had already removed the whistling kettle, and nothing was more important than showering his marshmallow in affection when it was needed. yes, even maria who wanted to join the hug, stroking around the two master’s feet, had to wait. ❛ some kids told me today that if you toss boiling water into the cold temperatures outside, it’ll instantly turn into a big cloud of snow in the air. i was planning on doing it out the window… call it a science experiment… do you want to try it too? ❜

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jonas is dying over all the kitties.

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interaction & activity.

this blog isn’t completely on hiatus, but threads are currently on hold! life, especially school, is rough atm. you can interact with jonas through asks! those can potentially turn into short threads but i need it to be relaxed right now, and i hope that’s understandable. thank you all for your patience. ♥ if you want to thread with me i’d like to advice you to my multi-muse blog @srovivrus!

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Swedish winter