what's the least sexy word you've ever heard?

“jeggings” 

if you were a sound, what sound would you be?

“probably a kazoo” 

How does your angel face help you?

wondcrous·:

abby couldn’t stop laughing as she fell in the dunk tank, despite the fact that she was extremely cold, especially due to the fact that the blonde had been used to the warm winters of australia. once the male dunked her into the dunk tank, she was quick to get out, grabbing the towel that one of her co-workers had handed her to dry her hair. “can i change first?” she asked with a chuckle.

--𝙸𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. “no way.. I am equally as wet as you” was he serious? no, she was down right soaked. “grab a towel and lets get going” he teased. He took the two towels being offered to her and only handed her one, using the other to dry off his shirt as he continued to laugh. “on second thought, lets go get changed.” He was sure she must have had something in preparation of this but he just decided to buy a commemorative hoodie, putting it on over his soaking clothes and hoping the feeling of his shirt sticking to his stomach would stop bothering him soon enough. 

cvastals·:

When Frankie had started talking to a psychiatrist, he’d been overly tentative - a nice way to put it. Nothing about it seemed appealing to him, coming from someone who struggled to smile at the best of times - his birthday, five shots in, from chemical inhibitors. But when he’d stepped into Dr. Horowitz’s office for the first time, she’d merely suggested they play whatever game he wanted. They’d played Connect 4 for 50 minutes straight - Frankie lost every single game, determined to keep going until he won. The only sounds made by the end of the session frustrated scoffs, indifference being chipped away with a fine tooth comb as he scrambled to win once. With five minutes left, he’d shoved the board away from him, arms crossed over his chest - petulant child on time out. But Dr. Horowitz didn’t say anything, just shifted back in her seat and asked, Do you think you’re not seeing the big picture? Told him to think about it, and sent him on his merry way. He’d almost been mad, felt like an hour of his life had just been wasted, but her words played over and over in his head, music box on constant, broken loop. Frankie was no good with reading between the lines, contemplated Dr. Horowitz’s the entire week. He was good with words on their own, though - he signed up for the school spelling bee in junior and senior year, for shits and gigs, more interested in the $100 cash prize than anything else - and won both. Put the money towards a new terrarium that lost its novelty within a month, like most things did with him. But he’d never lost interest in Ian - he wasn’t a novelty prize, he was a big picture item.

“I, uh - what do you mean?” he asked, the gravity of Ian’s question flying over his head, never really settling. It was like that with Frankie, sometimes, who missed the mark so many times he didn’t know if there was ever one to begin with. He didn’t read between the lines - instead, tore his gaze away from a particularly rambunctious eel to look at Ian, unsure of how to answer, “I showed you… I don’t know. ‘Cause, uh, it’s always you I show these things to. Just, uh, just wanted to,” Like it was the most casual answer ever. It was the truth, at least - Frankie wouldn’t pick up on the severity of his actions if he were on one knee proposing, at the end of an altar saying I do. Bringing Ian here, to a spot that’d meant so much to them, it’d been second nature - implications and consequences be damned. Despite the voice in the back of his head telling him to be nice, to keep his distance. Instead, he brought Ian here, and grabbed his hand - the cherry on top - to drag him even further in, nose practically pressed to the glass when a school of clownfish shimmied past, “Look -,” Pointing out one that took the time to break from the swarm, suddenly rise in a one, two spin, before swimming back to the others, “That one’s… that’s definitely you. One upping everyone else. Total show off. Save some party tricks for the rest of us,” he sighed, though there were no heat behind his words. In fact, the left corner of his mouth had tilted into a makeshift grin, relaxed and unabashed despite himself.

--𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. He isnt sure how to calm his heartbeat, how to stop the way that with every small movement of Frankies brow he can feel the thumping in his throat. Things had stopped making sense when the taller man left his life, they had always been good, even when they were bad, they were good, and now nothing was good. Sure -- he was in a band now, and he loved his job; he was happy, but there was an aching in his chest he had learned to live with that wasnt there before the tall brunette left. Ian had been foolishly hoping that the cliches were all true, that he will have released Frankie, and now it was a waiting game to when he could welcome him home once more. His mother had said it on one of the calls after the break up oh hunny, no one looks at someone the way that boy looked at you, patience, I trust it will work itself out. His mother had never lied to him, and he wasnt in the business of doubting her now.  The honesty was so palpable it seemed to have its own weight, bringing the pressure in the room down, pressing into Ians skin. “Im glad you did” he admitted. Was it really that easy? If every time he wanted to share something with the man he had shared everything with, he only had to do it? Was it really that simple? Ian was under the impression that they didnt do that anymore, wasnt that the point of breaking up? Everything would have been manageable, he could have kept his feelings in check, he could have figured out, made sense of it later in his bed when he was alone, if Frankies hand wasnt in his right now. Ian tried to focus on the fish swimming by but his hand was on fire. He wanted to run his thumb along his ex’s knuckles, bring those same knuckles to his lips and push into his arms, watch the fish dance in a more comfortable position. He could barely hear his words, so transfixed at their touch. His cheeks were heating, trying to focus on not clutching too hard to make Frankie aware that he was still holding it. Hoping that he wouldnt drop it once Ian finally spoke. It delayed his words just a moment, focusing on how much he wanted to intertwine their fingers.  There was a grin that Ian had seen a million times before, he was grateful for it because he had hardly heard what was said, but he knew by the way he smiled, he must have been teasing him. “maybe hes just trying to get another fishes attention” he shrugged, now turning so they were almost chest to chest. He still had Frankies hand, the warm light of the Aquarium lighting his features in a way so painfully reminiscent of the way they lit him in Ians dreams. He couldnt help the way that his body moved, he wished his brain had been shouting at him, that it didnt shut off the moment he caught sight of those perfectly full lips. Then as if in slow motion, he pushed up and connected their lips, he was on fire, every nerve buzzing, every synapse firing off in his brain. Then he realized what he was doing, his eyes flew open and he pulled off. “fuck..Frankie.. Im so sorry..” he dropped his hand and took a step back, unable to look at him, staring firmly at his shoes. “I shouldnt have done that I am so sorry..” and then his brain came back to life idiot, why did you do that, you have ruined it again. 

solitvdcs·:

fingers danced a final trill as ian’s chord faded out, and carson smiled to himself, and then turned it towards his partner. it was the stress relief he’d usually gotten out of a dance studio, but now the wall-to-wall mirrors and smooth floors only reminded him of broken dreams. piano still brought happy memories of his mom to mind, balancing the bittersweet ones of his dad — those, he knew, weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, and no amount of distraction could change that. “maybe i am, you think of that?” he joked, bumping him back. “nah, it’s not that hard; you’re a good lead. you make it easy to pick up what you’re putting down.” fingers still restless, they began to play a gentle medley, probably something from a movie carson hadn’t seen in forever but somehow internalized. “thanks for having me over. i feel like i’ve seen nothing but the inside of the repair shop all week.” 

--𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢. There was nothing warmer than this, no moment in which his heart was more content. He cocked a brow at the idea “that would be rather embarrassing.. you would know just how often I think about cheese fries, and..” he thought about it before shrugging “I dont apologize for anything” he doubled down, he was still effortlessly tapping away at a melody, watching as the hands that werent his own move so perfectly next to him. “you should see me dance” he retorted a small laugh leaving his lips. Their legs were touching as he moved to operate a pedal “you have been more elusive than big foot recently.. Im just glad its not me, was starting to think I stink or something” his fingers moved next to Carsons and he let blue eyes wander up his arms. He let his shoulder rest gently against his partners before smiling softly “anything you need to talk about?” it was gentle and so soft it seemed to be lifted up by every gentle note. There were very few people on this planet that understood him like Carson, there were even fewer people whos energies brought him peace, things were always easier with Carson.  

cvastals​:

Ian seemed to be more appropriately dressed for the cold weather than Frankie was. A jean jacket did little to properly cut out the chilly air, and though it’d made him grumpy before, he was grateful for it now. Cheeks already pink from the frost bitten breeze, they would’ve rouged on their own accord at Ian’s statement, hesitant then said with as much confidence as anyone would have saying something obvious and sure - their birthday, favourite colour. Ian spoke like that about Frankie still sometimes, and it always left him feeling indescribable - sunken in, maybe. Like his chest was starting to collapse, “Nah,” he said, breezing over the compliment - for his own sake, more than anything. Frankie’s brain seemed to short circuit and burst into flames anytime he tried to keep himself civil, “I think you’ve, uh, grown since we last hung out. Like, at least an inch or two. You used to just be here,” Holding his hand palm down, flat to his hip, an obvious exaggeration, “and now you’re, like,” Taking a step closer, Frankie reached to measure out where Ian’s head came to just below his chin, hand hovering in the air between them as he attempted to judge whether it was a good idea or not. His fingers were already twitching just from where Ian had barely pressed a touch to Frankie’s elbow. He hated how he felt sometimes, an overcharged panel box one spark away from going into overdrive, a simple touch shooting over every nerve and setting him on fire - too much and not enough, “Now you’re pretty much my height. We’re, uh, basically eye to eye,” Frankie finally landed on, eventually shoving his hand back into his pocket, a firm time out, worried that if he didn’t he’d do something regrettable. Giving a small wave to the girl working the front desk - the same one who’d watched Frankie come in twice already before now, doing nothing but raising a slightly judging brow before turning to the parents coming in behind them - he reached into his jacket pocket again, this time supplying Ian with a ticket. A day pass, like Frankie’s, despite the lack of times the other had been there that day, “Here,” he said, no explanation tacked on, though he felt a bit silly about the gesture too. Frankie never knew when he was pushing too hard when it came to other people, but there never seemed to be that line he couldn’t cross before with Ian, making it easy for his judgment to be foggy now, “I, uh, wanted to show you something, first. They, uh, changed the lighting, for the festival, and…” Rounding the corner until they found themselves in a room where the wall’s were made up of nothing but thick glass, schools of fish of every size and colour floating past them without care, “I think I really insulted one of the employees here. Said I didn’t like them at first, but… they grow on you. I was in here for… like, an hour earlier, just staring. I think these tourists thought I was possessed, but. I just, uh, I loved it. It was like… a dream, or something. I really wanted to show you - I don’t know. It felt important. Do you like it?”

--𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎 . Unpleasant, meant to be sweet but somehow bitter. hung out. Is that what they were doing? Ian hated the way his thoughts started to spiral, trying to stop it, trying to stop himself from over analyzing every word that was leaving his lips, he focused on his features. Ian had a propensity for ignoring signs, even the ones which were both flashing and neon, but Ian had to be sure he was reading every movement correctly. He couldnt afford to get his hopes up, if what they were doing right now was hanging out he needed to know it, if Frankie considered what they had done to be hanging out he needed to know that too. So he silently chewed on the inside of his lower lip, watching every movement of Frankies hands. “now thats just not true..” he chuckled at the idea of them being the same height. Then his brain stilled, fingers delicately poised in the air, the prospect of Frankie touching him was enough to quiet everything going on inside him and every cell in his body yearned for it. His breathing shallowed, his feet drug him just an inch closer, the full difference in their height more readily on display, he was close enough to breathe him in. Cold air, cigarettes, the same laundry detergent, maybe a new body wash. It was familiar and new, he couldnt resist the urge to swallow on a dry throat. Frankies hand went back into his pocket and Ian took a step back, just enough to allow them to continue to walk together. 

When the pass was handed over to him, you would have thought this was the first gift he had ever received with amount of joy it brought him. It luckily didnt play out on his face, but did paint his cheeks a deep crimson. He was dreading that part, waiting in line standing together but paying separate, at two windows each buying one ticket. To Ian, the foresight of buying his ticket was enough to have him floating on air. It was one of the many silent ways that Frankie had shown his love before, and the gesture felt equally as warm now. “th..thank you” he offered, taking the ticket, his fingers brushing over the soft skin of his hand, he wished he could hold it. Ignoring that thought he pushed the ticket into his pocket and walked along side him, they were suddenly off the beaten path and Ian felt alive again, the smile on his lips easy and permanent. Then they were in the room, and the small brunets eyes widened and jaw dropped, there was nothing more serene than this. He stood in the center of the room, turning slowly on his heel to take in the full spectacle of it, “its... incredible.. really ba..” he started, his eyes widened before he corrected himself “frankie” he cleared his throat. “its amazing”. Despite his blunder, despite the rising heat up his neck, he didnt let his eyes fall away, he remained locked on Frankie for another moment before they started to take in the fish. i wanted to show you, it played out in his head over and over, bouncing around as his retinas bounced from fish to fish. Was this a date, was this them talking, was this closure, what was this? His brain wouldnt stop proposing new questions new ideas, so as Ian turned his back  to follow a particularly quick fish he thought it best to speak the question into existence “why me though?” he finally asked 

7u6tuwondcrous·:

She’d be lying if she said she knew why the aquarium insisted on them having a dunk tank in the middle of winter, but she’d also be lying if she said she didn’t consider it any fun. Grinning at the other, she then nodded her head. “that definitely sounds like a plan.” she admitted with a small laugh. “i don’t know why i thought this would be fun honestly.”

--𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜. “deal” he moved to rest his drink on a table that had surrounded the spectacle of the dunk tank. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his wallet and a five dollar bill, handing it to the attendant. He was handed three balls, but he merely laughed “you heard the terms of the deal” he offered to the attendant before walking up to the target, pressing his hand firmly to the center and watching her fall. The tank splashed and he was definitely in the splash zone, his clothes catching the falling water he laughed as he moved to offer a hand out of the tank. “now lets get you that cocoa” 

wondcrous·:

as natalia finished her own drink, she could tell the other was having a hard time with what to order. she had been here since 8 in the morning and probably had more hot chocolates than one should normally consume, but she couldn’t help that it was insanely addicting, especially the peppermint one. “truer words have never been spoken.” she replied with a small laugh as she then looked up at the menu. “i got the peppermint one, it’s perfect for the winter time, warms you right up quicker.”

--𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎. The perfect night in his mind started with the perfect cup of hot cocoa. He paid for his drink and let his chilled fingers wrap around the cup, taking a moment to warm up before letting the steam radiating from it before he put the lid on warm his cheeks as he took a deep breath in. Taking in the scent of the cold air, the chocolate, the spices, he was in heaven. “that will definitely have to be my second cup” he finally took a sip before smiling so deeply he was sure the lines were outlined on his face. “holy shit..” 

frankie 😋

my song too - hunter hayes Thank you for that night in Napa Valley. You said all those things I've never heard you say, and you didn't want to break my heart, so you left out the painful parts -- and I'll always remember you that way. Thank you for that time in New York City, when you loved me like you weren't already gone. It's just a memory, but it's so much more to me, and it's where I go every time that it comes on. It's my song too. I know you're gone but every word's still true, it's alright if it's all that's left cause you, you left me better than you found me. It's crazy I still sing it but I do, it's my song too.

too far gone - sir sly Nevermind the things I said before, I overstated and I shouldn't have sworn that I'm too far gone.. Can I ever be too far gone? Too far gone for you to save me, save me. How couldn't you see that I was crazy? Can we start from the beginning now? It feels like I'm really living now. Maybe, maybe everyone's a little bit jaded. Can we start from the beginning now? favorite place - all time low (feat. the band camino) And I know you don't belong to anyone. No, you can't be tamed love, and maybe I was wrong for this, but you feel like the sun on my face.. So, can we close the space between us now? It's the distance we don't need, yeah, you're everything I love about the things I hate in me. So come on, come on, come over now and fix me with your grace, cause I'm not too far and you're my favorite place. I would - COIN If you want it, I have it, I'll do it, just ask it. I've never been static, you know.. If you wanted me to stay around, I could, I said, if you really wanna settle down, I would. (You know I would). Dreaming from a past life, feels like the first time that we ever talked alone.. Tell me and I'll stick around.. settle in a ghost town just to call a place my own. I don't know what to do, I think I might be in love with you. nervous - the neighbourhood Should I be quiet? Come on, be silent. You know I'm trying, so don't say nothing. Tell me you trust me, and kiss me and hug me. Well, I would do anything for ya, you just gotta love me -- and I got an itch in my throat, I don't know which way to go I keep on switching, I know. I need a different approach It's all because I wanna show you that I'm still capable. You’ve got me nervous to speak, so I just wont say anything at all. 

send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse

𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 ( @solitvdcs​ )

--𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. The way the music bounced off the walls, their playful melody reverberating off of his old piano, a smile resting on his lips as he let the music guide his next movements. His fingers kissed the final keys and he put his hands on his thighs, turning to face Carson he let out a joy filled sigh. “I dont think I will ever get over it..” he stated with a goofy grin now enveloping his features. “its like youre in my head” he teased, pushing his shoulder into his partners. 

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