#I SAID SEDUCE ME

[dragonroilz]

[barely-coherent]

"I'll let you hit if you win me _____ from a crane game."

James

"Don't phrase it like that but I can try."

Buddy swipes the card like 5 times

You don't know why he's so determined to get that figure for you

Until he finally gets it and you smile really wide

You see him just smile softly while you hold it but there's this look in his eyes

"I expect you to keep your promise."

Erik

"You'll let me regardless but it seems fun."

You ignore the first part and just watch as he gets it in like 3 or 4 tries

It drops into the bin and he just watches as you grab it, laughing at your excited face

You probably don't let him put it in a bag, you carry it around the whole time

He does remind you every now and then "Remember what you promised me?"

Fucking pain in the ass (literally, if you're into that)

But y'know what, fuck it, we ball

That's king shit

Sam

You don't say that in the first place

You ask him to try

When he actually succeeds though

"Y'know what, just for that, I'm letting you hit."

He immediately turns bright red and covers your mouth

He's like sputtering and just "DONT SAY THAT OUTLOUD!"

Probably blushes for a while after that

But he holds you to that

Matthew

He blushes and just looks at you for a little

"I- uh. Sure, I'm great at crane games!"

Ignores you while he's blushing but gets it in like 1 or 2 tries

It falls and he cheers for you

Literally "Woohoo! Alright!"

And then as you grab it, just "I wasn't lying, that was an incentive"

And he just blushes harder

Just thinks about it occasionally as you guys spend all day at the arcade

Everytime he looks at what he won fir you, he blushes

It's pretty cute

Damien

First of all

Tumblr please I just want a funky black text option that isn't boring

ANYWAY

Does not know what to say

It takes him a second before he's like "You can't say that in public!"

But you read him the controls and he just nods

It takes him a couple tries but he got it

You kiss his cheek and assure him that even if he didn't get it you'd let him hit

He's a blushing mess though like "We're in public!"

[zahra-hydris]

warhammer 40k rogue trader -- eurac v

[ahsokatanos-lightsabertechnique]

Girl help, I blinked and now I have 22 urban fantasy novels checked out of the online library

[tennessoui]

It intrigues me so much thinking obi wan probably thought he was going to have a nice normal partner maybe a school teacher or a nurse, and live his days solving crime and then BOOM undercover on mob work and then BOOM Mob Boss is all over you like extreme osha (is that how you spell it idk) violations happening and then BOOM Killing someone because they could take it all away because they blew your cover and then BOOM going to the police ball where his shitty father can see him on the arm of said alleged mob boss WITH built in twins i feel like at some point obi wan is just sitting there thinking all of them and then shrugs cause in the end he got the hot rich dilf and he can do literally whatever he wants (well not everything but I’m sure you understand)

hello hello i finally wrote the scene where anakin/vader and obi-wan meet :D aka "boom mob boss is all over you like extreme OSHA violations happening" because i thought that was funny af

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It’s never a stellar sign when Obi-Wan wakes up to a headache like this. In the academy, it’d been a rare occasion. He’d never been one to join his fellow recruits for late nights out in the sort of clubs that dot the darker corners of Coruscant. He was the son of a police chief, after all, and that gave him certain expectations to follow, none of which left much room for drunken tomfoolery.

But the sort of headache that greets him when he wakes up is the kind of headache he recognizes from the worst sort of hangover, the sort he’s only had a handful of times in his life.

For obvious reasons, the very first thing he does when he finds the energy to squint his eyes partially open is to immediately roll over and away from the light source in the room with probably the most pathetic noise he’s ever uttered in his life.

He can’t even remember drinking that much the night before is the thing. He’d—why would he? He was—last night was—the first night of his undercover mission, he’d never risk it all to get drunk—

“Careful with your head,” a deep voice murmurs from very near to him, and Obi-Wan freezes. He doesn’t know who that is, where he is…how he got here. The material beneath his cheek is leather, so it’s most likely a couch that he’s resting on. “You took quite a beating,” the voice adds, and it sounds amused.

Obi-Wan squeezes his eyes shut and tries to take stock of his body. He does hurt, that’s true. He hurts pretty much everywhere actually, like his body is one giant bruise.

He took a beating? He was only supposed to be a server at the club—it had been his first night on the fucking floor, how could anyone have even noticed him enough to—

Oh. One of Skywalker’s men. He’d hit on one of the dancers, Shela. She’d been nice to Obi-Wan, had shown him around and called him Benny.  

He’d gotten into a fight with the mobster when he wouldn’t leave well enough alone.

The fight had been taken outside. Six men against Obi-Wan. It hadn’t been much of a fight at all.

But where—

“Luckily, you’ve already been seen by the best and brightest in our fine city,” the voice says, and he must know he’s awake to be talking to him at all, but he still reaches out to touch Obi-Wan’s hair, proprietary. As if he knows he won’t be stopped.

The touch of fingers running along his hairline makes Obi-Wan freeze and then move, turning his face away, out of the man’s reach, and forcing his eyes open to glare at the touchy intruder.

His glare falters when he sees who exactly has found him. Where he must be.

Anakin Skywalker, businessman, restaurant owner, and suspected leader of the Coruscanti mob scene and its most violent family, stares back at him. His eyes are dark, his lips curled up into a smirk that makes Obi-Wan’s stomach tighten and his heartbeat rise. There is something very calculated and very cold about his eyes, and being under the full weight of them restricts his very breath.

“I was wondering if you had those,” Anakin Skywalker—known to all but a few simply as Vader—murmurs. He reaches out and touches Obi-Wan’s cheekbone, rough this time as if daring him to protest or flinch away from the movement.

The spike of tender pain makes Obi-Wan’s breath stutter. He must be pressing into a newly formed bruise. “Had what?”

Skywalker’s smirk grows. “Prey instincts.”

It’s like his heart misses a beat, lurching in his chest as he stares back at the mob boss. After all, he is wounded and weak and on what must be Anakin’s couch, inside what must be his home.

He’d been tapped by his father to infiltrate the Skywalker family’s mob, and he’s been studying up on all the information there is to know about Vader, his business, and his family since. The plan had been to work his way naturally into the confidences of the men of the 501st that frequented the strip club Obi-Wan got a job at. A free drink here and there, a charming smile, a flirty look….

The best way into the mob was to become a mobster’s fuck of the week. Or longer. Everyone knew that. Obi-Wan doesn’t want to think about his father signing off on his deployment, giving his permission for Detective Kenobi-Jinn to bend over and take it for the good of justice and law and order everywhere.

The plan had been to work his way into the affections of the mob, ask innocent questions in the minutes after sex when a mobster’s shields were mostly down, record the answers and report his findings to Detective Secura every other week.

The plan was not to wake up on Anakin Skywalker’s couch with the man caressing his face. The plan was not to ever even meet Skywalker. He was supposed to spread his legs for an underlying. A commander at most.

Someone like—what was the man’s name? One of the men last night—he’d been kind. He’d been someone Obi-Wan had hoped would come back, because—

“Daddy?” A voice asks from the doorway, and Obi-Wan lifts his head slightly at the sound. He’d known Skywalker had children, but he hadn’t known they’d be here—meeting Vader’s children was not in the plan at all.

Skywalker’s eyes darken, and he doesn’t take them away from his face, not even when he reaches out a hand to the doorway. “Come here, Leia baby.”

There’s the pattering of little feet and then suddenly a pair of big brown eyes is blinking at Obi-Wan from far too close to be socially acceptable. He twitches back on instinct, and a large hand wraps around the girl’s throat to tug her away gently. “We shouldn’t scare him, baby,” Skywalker murmurs in his deep, soft voice. “He’s skittish.”

Obi-Wan barely holds back an offended scoff. He’s not skittish, he’s aware enough to know that he’s at a significant disadvantage here.

At least it’s highly unlikely that he’ll be murdered in front of Skywalker’s kid.

“Daddy, Luke and I put all those band-aids on him and patched him up so good,” Leia says, allowing her father to drag her backwards and settle her onto the edge of the coffeetable. “You can’t make him bleed again.”

Alright, maybe the presence of his kid isn’t enough to usually keep him from murder. He sits up carefully, swinging his legs down onto the ground even though the motion makes him want to vomit. 

He’s barely vertical when Leia pushes herself under his arm to put her head in his lap, arranging his hand so that it’s resting on her head.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widen and he looks at Skywalker.

The man just smirks as he leans back himself to look his full.

“You gave Luke head scratches all night,” Leia accuses when he doesn’t move.

“I—what?” Luke? Who is Luke?

“Rexy brought you to Daddy and he wasn’t here so he put you on the couch and Luke and I patched you up and you gave Luke so many head scratches even though he fell asleep which isn’t fair because we used my band-aids and you were sitting on my end of the couch!”

Obi-Wan blinks.

Obi-Wan’s hand starts moving, petting the girl’s head. 

Rex. That was the name of the man from the bar last night, the one who had been kind. Who had apparently looked after him, gotten him somewhere…reasonably safe. 

Perhaps the plan isn’t ruined after all.

“Oh,” he says very carefully. “Rex helped me? That’s very nice of him. I should like to…thank him personally then.”

Leia shoots up away from his side with an insistent scowl, one Obi-Wan is unprepared to deal with or understand. He looks away from her to frown at Skywalker, but Skywalker is wearing the same expression—though much darker.

“Weren’t you listening?” Leia demands. “Me and Luke helped you! Rex just gave you to Daddy!”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan blinks. He doesn’t…know what he’s supposed to be doing. Or saying. But he can try. “Well, thank you very much for your help, Leia. You and your brother made me feel much better.”

Leia beams and gives him a pat on the arm as if he’s a dog who has gotten a trick right. “Daddy,” she says and looks to Skywalker. “We are keeping him. Luke and I talked about it and that’s what we decided. We want Ben.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widen. This is definitely not part of the plan.

But at least he’d been with it enough to give them his undercover name, despite being out of it enough to end up on Anakin Skywalker’s couch surrounded by his children, and then pet at them.

“I thought you were talking to Ahsoka about wanting a puppy,” Skywalker says. His tone is unreadable, but his eyes are softer as they look at his daughter.

Ahsoka. Ahsoka Tano. Vader’s second.

“Ben is better than a puppy,” Leia declares, and Obi-Wan feels sort of—touched. Despite himself. Despite the myriad of reasons he should be on his highest guard, even against this child.

“Ben is not even in the same realm as a puppy,” now Vader sounds amused. “If anything, you are requesting to adopt a little mouse.”

“Well…maybe Ben can be mine, and Luke can get the puppy,” Leia suggests.

Obi-Wan wonders if Ben is going to get a choice in this conversation, and then he wonders what he’d choose.

The plan does not mention him getting within touching distance of Anakin Skywalker.

As if he knows what he’s thinking, Skywalker turns dark eyes to him. “What if,” he says, in that soft tone he’d been using when he told Obi-Wan to mind his head, “I keep Ben, and you and Luke can get the puppy?”

That’s it then. The plan—and Ben—and Obi-Wan are all fucked.

“Okay,” Leia says.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything. His chest feels tight, and he's confused. He's confused because he's not sure he did anything to warrant being kept. He hasn't earned his keep yet. All he's done is bleed all over Vader's sofa. This is a deviation from the plan. He was supposed to be flirty and seductive and work to get the attention of one the mobsters until he ended up on his back for the good of the city. He's not supposed to--

“Well?” Vader asks, cocking his head slightly. 

“Okay,” Ben whispers, and Vader smiles. 

[jacqcrisis]

What a good line. He's so genuinely bothered someone believes he's capable of being better than he thinks of himself as he's spent weeks justifying doing something Pretty Bad for entirely self-serving reasons.

10/10. Good game. Good character.

[itsfootballbih]

Boyfriends.

[brother-emperors]

The Art of Dreams: Reflections and Representations

The Tomb of Caterina della Ratta and the Iconography of the Reclining Reader in Renaissance Sepulcharl Art, Yonni Ascher

Ancestor Masks and Aristocratic Power in Roman Culture, Harriet I Flower

okay so just. play connect the dots with me for a second. Girolamo Basso della Rovere is Giuliano della Rovere's (Pope Julius II) cousin. Ascanio Sforza was a long time rival, and later ex-enemy of Giiuliano's. this kind of familial mirroring in the tombs, the way that Ascanio is being subsumed into a matching visual with someone of della Rovere's family is. interesting. because it goes well beyond the expected patron-client relationship between the pope and his cardinals. like, these were companion monuments.

there's also a kind of tragic romantic violence to it, given Ascanio's persistent loyalty to his family and Milan, and Ludovico's plans to have Ascanio's body brought back to Milan in the event of his death and interred in the same chapel as Beatrice d'Este.

[annieisyourfavourite]

literally was late for work bc i decided to risk it all by getting dicked down before leaving

[reneedenoailles]

so i think i got locked out of alexandre's path

[wildestgirls]

I Have a Dream - Our Last Summer

I swear these updates like once every six months will probably never happen again I was just feeling the need to write. yes I did say literally like yesterday the next update would be in summer, no comment. Enjoy !! 🩷

A cool breeze blew through the opened window, making Mika sigh and rest her head lightly against Sam’s large upper arm as she cradled his arm and lay on the bed beside him, trying not to think about strawberry martinis, the smell of vomit still lingering from the bathroom or how muscular she realised Sam’s arms were. 

Sam was trying not to think about how tightly she was clutching onto his arm or how giddy it made him.  

Mika felt her stomach churn and she groaned, holding tighter onto his arm, “Don’t ever let me drink again, please.” 

Sam chuckled through his nose and grinned as he stared up at the ceiling, “Pretty sure I have a video of you saying something like that the last time we went to the club.” 

“You mustn't be doing a good job of keeping me sober then.” she scoffed. 

“You mustn’t be that good at self-control,” he replied cockily but winced and yelped as Mika dug her lavender nails into his arm and leaving red crescent moons in her wake. 

“Ow! You’re being violent!” 

“You’re being rude. I’m a lady, you shouldn’t disrespect me.” 

“You’re no lady, you’re a freak. I’ve seen your search history.” 

Mika laughed loudly and threw her head back. “You can’t fucking read! Yeah, you might’ve seen it but you didn’t read it! 

Sam huffed with a grin and yanked his arm out of her hands and sat up against the pillows, folding his arms and looking away from her. “You’re so mean to me. All because I can’t read well yet.” he replied sassily. 

Mika sat up on her knees and nestled closely to him while grinning promiscuously, “I’m not mean to you because you can’t read, I’m just mean to you because you get so cute when you’re angry.” 

Sam huffed and turned his head to her to petulantly glare, pointedly ignoring the way he was fighting off a grin. “I’m not cute. I’m manly.” 

Mika scoffed and giggled, “Don’t start with all of that, you love it when I call you cute.” 

Sam furrowed his brows in annoyance. “I thought you were supposed to be hungover. What happened to all the ‘Nooo, Sam, I’m so sick, don’t goooo.’” he whined nasally, absolutely mauling her voice. 

“Seeing your cute little face just makes me feel better. Has anyone ever told you how adorable and lovable you are?” 

Sam rolled his eyes and decided to go along with it. “Yeah, they have. What about it?” 

Mika smiled, looking absolutely pleased with herself. “They lied.” 

She screeched in delight as Sam reached behind him and grabbed a pillow, throwing it right in her face and yelling at her, “’Hungover’ my ass!” 

She grabbed the closest pillow to her and hit Sam roughly with it in the chest as she raised herself onto her knees once again. “Just because you’re in a hissy fit because you’re cuter than you are manly!” 

Sam grinned ferally and grabbed her wrists tightly and ripped the pillow from her hands and threw her down onto the bed. Climbing on top of her, he grabbed the pillow he threw at her in the first place and hit her continuously with it as she wrestled with him and tried to escape. She tousled with him until she was able to wrap her legs around his waist and spin them around and wrench the pillow from his hands, so she was sitting on his waist victoriously and panting above him with a toothy grin. 

Sam was about to fight back when she began shifting around on his waist, making his stomach feel like something had suddenly flipped around in his insides. His mouth very quickly went dry at the sight of her perched-on top of him, face flushed and panting as she grinned proudly. She threw the pillow to the side and looked down at him, beginning to tease him unknowingly, “What, this your first time having a girl on top of you or something?” 

She continued looking into his eyes while she waited for his usual, snarky reply. But he didn’t. Then it clicked for her.  

Sam broke eye contact with her and looked to the other side of the room as she sat up with a suddenly embarrassed face. Still, she didn’t make the effort to get up. Sam didn’t know where to put his hands and ended up awkwardly resting them on Mika’s kneecaps. She kept looking down at his embarrassed face and struggled to find something to say to diffuse the tension before failing and settling on silence. 

His rough hands even just resting on her knee sent a thrill through her stomach. Him trapped beneath her in embarrassment and refusing to make eye-contact, face red and hair tousled...it was hot. The look in her eyes changed to one of trepidation, but also curiosity and need. And then she broke the silence, her voice quiet a curious like she was trying to tell him a secret. 

“Are you...y’know...have you ever...?” her voice trailed off, unable to work up the confidence to say it out loud. 

Sam swallowed his pride and looked back into her jade eyes, feeling confident from the energy Mika was unknowingly giving him by straddling him.  

“Am I a virgin? What’s it to you anyway?” he asked, daring her to make another move.  

She took the bait and lowered her hands, so they brushed the tips of his fingers. “I want to know more about you.” she reached down and wrapped her hands around Sam’s and smiled to relieve some of the tension, “Is that a crime, Sam?” 

He shuddered as he involuntarily skimmed some of her energy, which seemed to come in abundance. He squeezed her hands shakily before dodging the question to try and distract himself from the sudden hunger for more. Now that he noticed it, he was fucking starved. He held onto her hands tightly to ground himself. 

“I know you’re a virgin.” he claimed, looking up at her hungrily. 

She simply shrugged with a small blush, “I want to wait for the right person.” 

He felt like she was looking through his eyes and into his soul. “And how do you know who’s the ‘right person’?”  

“Well...if I was going to...y’know...” she quietened. 

“If you were going to have sex?” he finished. 

“If I was going to have sex with them, and...it felt right and it felt...well, good, then I’d know." 

Sam nodded and squeezed her hands gently. “Yeah, I get what you mean.” 

Mika breathed in deeply and shifted on his lap at him squeezing her hands and how it felt like he knew she wanted him. Which he did. 

She leaned back and considered him with heat in her eyes, “You do?” 

Sam swallowed the rest of his tentativeness and doubt at the look she gave him. She wanted him, and he wanted her, and they both knew it. 

He sat up and braced her hips with his strong hands, pulling her impossibly closer into his lap just as his piercing emerald green eyes turned a carnal gold, “Yeah, I do.” 

Mika gasped silently at his hands on her hips and the sudden lack of space between them. While he was trapped underneath her, she felt like she was the one with him under her thumb, but now that it was real and he was right in front of her, she realized how much bigger he was. And then she realized, he had just as much power over her as she had over him. It felt right to be with him like this. 

Sam’s left hand began to trail up slowly from her hips to the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Mika shuddered into his touch and leaned closer into his chest. Sam gripped onto her nape gently, forcing her to look into his golden eyes. She bit her lip when she seen them and questioned him, “Do you need energy?” 

Sam replied shortly, trying to keep himself under control and fighting the urge to pounce on her. “I need you.” 

Mika squeezed her thighs as she straddled him. It felt so right, and it felt so, so good. 

“Have me then.” she murmured quietly. 

He pulled her in by the nape of her neck and gently but firmly pressed his lips to hers. Mika made a small keening noise of pleasure, and Sam let out a groan of satisfaction. He slowly absorbed the waves of sexual energy coming from her while constantly running his hands up and down her sides to just hold her and keep drawing out those sounds she was making. 

Mika gently bit down on his lips and pulled away, holding it between her teeth. He was the sex demon, but she still wanted to eat him alive. She released his lips and pulled away, panting slightly. His eyes still flared in a hungry gold, but not hungry for energy, hungry for her. Her heart done a flip in her chest, and she quickly rested her hands against his cheeks before rushing to pull him in for a kiss. It was more rushed than when he kissed her, their teeth knocked together and her nails accidentally scratched the sides of his face in pure desperation. 

Sam let out masochistic groans at her nails marking him so primally and he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and ground into her. Mika gasped and pulled away, moving her hands down from his face to his wide shoulders, “S-stop, stop...” 

Sam released the harsh grip he had on her hips and pulled away, out of breath. As they tried to regain their breath, Sam rested his head on her shoulder and listened and tried to keep his focus at the sound of her ragged breathing. 

“You ok?” he asked in concern, worried he’d taken too much energy. 

Mika nodded from beside him as her breathing settled. When she collected herself, she rested her hand against the back of his head, playing with his already messy hair. “Thank you.” she whispered. 

Sam laughed quietly. “Thank you, Mika. Fuck you thanking me for?” 

Mika chuckled with him and paused for a moment to try and explain herself, “Just...the way you looked at me...made me happy.” 

Sam made a small smile. “Good. I’m glad.” he said quietly as he tried to settle down and stop thinking about Mika kissing him so carnally and desperately like that. 

Her voice was quiet but sure when she spoke next. “It’s just...I don’t know if I’m ready for sex. Kissing like that was a lot. Sex...I don’t know about it yet. I know I said I’d do it if it felt good and right but, I don’t know...” 

Sam silenced her quickly with a firm look. “Mika, I don’t care what you said earlier. If you don’t want to, we won’t. It’s that simple. Trust me, when you want to, we can,” he assured her confidently. 

Mika smiled softly. “I do want to, it’s just...” she let out a tired groan, “I don’t know how long ago I woke up, and I’m tired...” 

“You don’t need a reason, Mika. I get it.” he reassured. “I’m just...I’m happy that we did...y’know...that.”  

Mika snorted, “Yeah, don’t sound too happy about it.” 

“I am happy we done it! I’m very happy we kissed like that actually!” 

“I can tell, I can still see your boner.” 

Sam panicked, “What-” he quickly looked down. No boner. He groaned and glared at Mika. “Ha, ha, ha. So funny, Mika.” 

Mika sat there giggling with the evilest grin on her face that Sam had ever seen. “Wasn’t it? Wish I got a photo of your face.” 

“Right after I said I was so happy to kiss you and everything.” Sam grumbled. 

Mika smiled and grabbed his jaw gently before turning his head to the side and kissing his cheek. “I know. So cute.” 

“Whatever.” Sam murmured, trying and failing to hide his grin. 

[fredwardrawn]

POV: THEY'RE JUDGING YOU

[prettynhot]

though i didnt personally see him today, in an actually very random way i learned he wanted o see me yesterday?? i think??? even maybe he was eager to??

so today me and my not-so-close friend was chatting about our courses and stuff we were up to for the weekend. everything is usual and normal until she told me she went to my tc’s office yesterday, quite early so. as she tells me the door was opened to her from one of the other students there and our teacher was upstairs, AND IMMEDIATELY AS HE HEARD THE DOOR OPENING AND SOMEONE COMING IN, HE CALLS MY NAME. she even asked me if i promised i’d make it there since he asked for me immediately? OMG and i had told him previously i wouldn’t be able to be there on sunday since i had plans. and it doesnt end here, she told me he asked why i wasn’t there, to which she said i probably had plans. but appearently even she felt some type of weirdness and tells me maybe he was waiting for you,i felt that way. i got super shocked because this girl and i nearly never have any conversations and for her to bring this up immediately? she definitely sensed something up.then she even told me he never came downstairs throughout the day because he was incredibly busy. which IS weird because when i was there last sunday,yes he was busy but in every little break of his, he’d be downstairs with us.

may i be making this a bigger deal than it actually is? yes but i will enjoy every second of being the first person he thinks of to be there with him :)

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

Fic idea I might work on one day based on a headcannon or comment on a walkthrough I saw one day:

A little wholesome fic of MC and Erik. MC romanced one of the other brothers, and Erik is talking to MC one day about a crush he has and she’s like *GASP* and makes him tell her EVERYTHING. The fic progresses to Erik slowly losing his little mask and it’s about how he still calls MC “Princess” bc of how she’s family to the brothers and they were nobles which would make her royalty as well. It only fits. It’s a wholesome fic bc I said so. He tells her about Irene and she gives him tips on how to be his real self (which she knows obviously) and AGH.

I remember seeing a comment on YT or a playthrough with the commentary saying how Erik still calls Mika “Princess” because she’s family to him (and the other brothers obviously) and they were nobles in the Abyssal Planes and he can’t help but give her a title too. She’s so important in their lives, so. Yeah. I think this commentary was from someone watching the scene of Erik and Irene in SM2, where she’s all “What’s with the ‘Princess’” and her being slightly jealous. I just…love that idea and it’s completely canon in my head.

No one can change my mind.

[hella1975]

me and my (also bi) flatmate were talking about date guy last week and out of nowhere she goes 'if you get a boyfriend im gonna be so annoyed we haven't even done anything gay together yet' and like i laughed it off but i keep remembering it bc we dont have a flirty friendship AT ALL like even in the moment it came WAY out of left field and im just here like hold on was gay shit ON THE TABLE??? NO ONE TOLD ME

[jimgandolfini]

the old man retires April 1 which is appropriate because he has been acting so foolish.. anyway I’m tryna get that D by April 2