#Sunday sentences

[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Sunday Sentences

My turn to take my queer feels out on our freshly minted Bi Buck 🩷💜💙

tagged by the lovely @stereopticons @loserdiaz @tizniz @filet-o-feelings @diazsdimples @ladydorian05 @theotherbuckley absolutely loving everything you're putting out in the world (and obviously tagging you right back)

Next is the bisexual pride pin from Eddie that he prominently displays on his work duffle. Chris gives Buck his own gift, a Binosaur tee shirt that makes them both giggle. There’s a pink, purple and blue fidget spinner ring from Chim. A snapback embroidered with ‘I put the bi in bitch’ from Hen and Karen.

Athena bakes him cupcakes with tiny pride flags stuck in the frosting that’s also dusted with rainbow sugar crystals. Buck definitely never tells her how they unintentionally lead to the best sex he’s had in years after Tommy witnessed him shoving the entire treat in his mouth in one go.

Through his adult life, Buck has developed a certain taste for his personal decor and style. It’s rather minimalist, but it works for him. Still, he finds he enjoys adding these gifts of support and love from his family.

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[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Sunday Sentences, April 21, 2024

I actually have sentences today! Revisited an old friend this morning while at breakfast for the first time since February. I didn't realize how much I missed this universe, so welcome back to my single dad Alex fic.

Thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes @thesleepyskipper and @cha-melodius for the tags!

Henry knows it's a sensitive topic before he asks the question, but turns his attention away from watching Elena on the jungle gym to look at June and asks, "What about her mother?" June purses her lips, breathing deeply while she considers Henry's question. He takes this is a good sign, since every time he asks Alex about it, the topic is immediately shut down. "What has Alex told you?" June's voice is cautious and it takes her an extra beat before turning her head to meet Henry's gaze.  "You know Alex." June nods."I do." Henry turns his attention back to the playground for a moment, long enough for Elena to see him watching, and he feels that tug in his chest that's become as familiar and automatically to him as breathing. Elena waves at him, smiles so wide Henry can see her dimples even at a distance, and he knows there is absolutely nothing he wouldn't do to keep her happy, protected, and loved. June must sense that in him because she takes a deep breath and begins to talk.

Always an open tag so please tag me if you take it, but also tagging: @bigassbowlingballhead @getmehighonmagic @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @eusuntgratie

@anincompletelist @affectionatelyrs @nocoastposts @three-drink-amy @read-and-write-

@inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @i-am-freyja @anchoredarchangel @orchidscript

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf @onthewaytosomewhere @onward--upward @cactusdragon517 @sparklepocalypse

@itsmaybitheway @bitbybitwrites @agostobuwan @taste-thewaste @sheepywritesfics

@iboatedhere @sophie1973 @piratefalls @suseagull04

[adreamareads]

Sunday Sentences

Thanks to the friends who've tagged me recently: @wordsofhoneydew @onthewaytosomewhere @xthelastknownsurvivorx @cha-melodius @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and tagging it forward: @typicalopposite @14carrotghoul @cricketnationrise @littlemisskittentoes and you know the drill. Open tag to play as desired.

I am 1100 words into March's Adventure for Adventure Saturday so I thought y'all deserved a little treat. A general reminder that this is a massive work for me (13 chapters) and I am working on it when I can, but I am slow.

October teaser:

It’s Friday night and it’s been raining for a full week. Alex is sick of it, but he’s fueled by coffee, a new case to research for a class, and the fact that it’s his turn to plan Adventure Saturday this month. The sun lamp that Bea got him for his birthday is also helping.  Henry isn’t faring as well, though. He usually likes the rain – “it’s soothing,” he’s told Alex on more than one occasion; however, it seems even he’s had enough. He’s been in a funk all week. His Britishisms have gotten worse as the week has gone on, and Alex didn’t even know that was possible. He’s had to ask for translations multiple times. 

And that's all you're getting for today! Potentially more later in the week if I feel I've written enough to share.

[lizzie-bennetdarcy]

Tagged by @kiwiana-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @cha-melodius thank you, lovelies!!

He thinks, suddenly, of the initials on his back, and how they could never be Liam's. For one, Liam is a guy, and while this was fun, Alex is still decidedly heterosexual. The letters are all wrong, too. “Hey,” Alex starts awkwardly. He hadn't really meant to say anything, but it's too late now. “You don't happen to have like, a secret first name that starts with an H, do you?” It's the first time he's mentioned any of his letters to anyone but June, and he feels Liam stiffen beside him. Liam sighs. “No, Alex.”

Tagging @smblmn @hippolotamus @myheartalivewrites @daisymae-12 @firenati0n @hillerskas @gayrootvegetable @chelle-68 @treluna4 @obsessedwithdavrick @rmd-writes and an open tag for anyone who would like to share!!!

[tyfinn]

Inspiration to write some sentences on this Sunday

Thank you @stereopticons @a-noble-dragon @mammameesh @ramonaflow for tagging me last week, (and today). I had a very busy week and it looks like it will be leading into a very busy next few weeks. I appreciate being thought of!! This is also for @filet-o-feelings- I hope it brings a smile to your face.

Fresh sentences from one of my WIPS.

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“I’m exhausted, Ted. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired before…” 

“Understandable. Now that it’s out in the open, you can finally let yourself relax. Hop up. Let me make up your bed and then you can sleep, okay?”

“Maybe I’ll take a hot shower. I just need a couple of days to figure some stuff out, and then I'll-”

“Patrick! Stop!” Ted interrupted. He tossed the couch cushions on the floor, and pulled out the sofa bed. “I said I’m not worried about it. I’m just happy I have a place for you to stay. Now go on.” 

Patrick nodded and picked up a small duffle and shut the bathroom door. As soon as he turned on the hot water and stepped into the small shower, everything that happened from earlier that evening came rushing back. He leaned up against the cool tiles, closed his eyes, and exhaled. The tension in his body dissipated, and he suddenly felt lighter. For the first time in Patrick Brewer’s life, he felt free to do whatever he wanted to do. 

Free from the societal and heteronormative obligations he did not want to partake in. 

Free from a marriage he did not want.

Free to be himself. 

Patrick Brewer was finally free. 

No pressure tags @smblmn @flowertrigger @chelle-68 @mallpretzles @mammameesh @characterassassination-at-9am and open tag for anyone else who has something to share.

[nontoxic-writes]

thank you so much for the tags @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart and @firenati0n!!

heres a bit of a bit of my current wip that i decided after writing about 50k of that i wanted to write in dual pov, and is getting exceedingly harder to find non-spoilery snippets of. anyway here's henrys pov of an early(ish) chapter:

"I owe you an apology," he starts, "my behavior was appalling, I should never have—" Alex's face contorts into frustration and he grinds out, "God, shut up already," before placing his hands on either side of Henry's face, and kissing him, his fingers sliding back to thread into Henry's hair. Henry would be more embarrassed about the way he melts at Alex's touch, except that he can't think of anything but Alex's mouth practically devouring him like a starving man, his tongue slipping into Henry's mouth. Henry pushes him away, confused. "What—" "Why the fuck were you ignoring me today?" Is that what this is? Alex is upset with him for the silence? Not… not for last night? Henry's heart skips a beat, hopeful and dangerous. "I thought… I didn't know how to apologize." Alex pushes at Henry's shoulder a bit, forcing Henry to take a step back, pressing into a flat surface he doesn't care to rip his eyes from Alex's to investigate. "I didn't want an apology, you idiot. I mean, I do now, for ignoring me, but—" "Then I'm sorry," Henry rushes out, desperate to make Alex feel better. And he is sorry. He didn't think taking a few hours to collect his thoughts would have such an impact on him, he could never have guessed that Alex would be just as anxious, feeling bereft like Henry did without his mouth on his after feeling it once. Alex nods. "Well, okay then," like it's that simple, and presses Henry further against the surface behind him, his lips covering Henry's once more. Then his hands are on Henry's hips and he's lifting him slightly so the surface can bear more of his weight, and pressing in closer, holding Henry in place with his hips.

the really fun thing about being an afternoon person and on the west coast is that i always miss the window for actually tagging people lmao but in case yall have already posted, please consider this a tag for wip weds and just save it for then haha

all that to say, no-pressure tagging @cha-melodius, @maxbegone, @kiwiana-writes, @blairwaldcrf,@inexplicablymine, @welcometololaland and an open tag for anyone who wants to take it!

[england-would-fall]

Thank you @typicalopposite for the tag! *Squints suspiciously at the rest of you who I now assume hate me, because I don't make enough serotonin to come to logical conclusions.*

Here are some Sunday Sentences from the upcoming Chapter 4 of Your Lipstick, His Collar on AO3!

‘Henry. Henry, love, you’re being ridiculous.’ ‘Shove off, Percy, I don’t have to if I don’t want to. I—’ And that was the moment that the best worst thing, or possibly worst best thing—he’d have to parse the superlatives later—that could have happened to him, did. Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry’s very own beacon of dawn, landed square at his feet. Time stood still around them, dogs barked and sirens wailed in the background, or at least that’s how Henry would remember this moment.

No pressure tags for @luainthewild @onthewaytosomewhere and @meraki-yao. Extremely high pressure tag for @taste-thewaste because she owes me and she knows it.

[typicalopposite]

Thank you @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tag <3

I have been so slow with writing lately! Between trying to get this Psych fic going mentally preparing for the Big Bang and just LIFE being a lot to deal with I haven't done much! but I have chipped away at my latest rwrb baby some so I'm gonna put a little more of the fic i shared for WIP Wednesday!

But Alex doesn’t let him. He sends him every easy recipe he can find, and all but begs him to try them all. (And if he has possibly lost his sense of taste from trying them regardless of how they turned out, Henry will never know.) Then one night Henry says he wants to make dinner, and Alex doesn’t hesitate to say he thinks it’s a great idea and he can’t wait to eat. However after a very long stress-filled, smoke-filled, and many many tears filled hour of Henry repeatedly insisting the meal was ruined and Alex repeatedly insisting the charred dish was still salvageable, they are left with a counter covered in take out boxes and Alex now seeing that this is more than Henry just wanting to learn to cook. Henry wants to learn to be independent. Once more unsuccessfully repeats in his head as he wraps his boyfriend up into his arms and tries his best to kiss and sweet talk crushed feelings better.

some no pressure tags for @onthewaytosomewhere (i beat you to it today! LOL) @scripted-downfall @meraki-yao @luainthewild @taste-thewaste annnnnd @england-would-fall <3 can't wait to see what yall are working on :)

[vanillahigh00]

Sunday Sentences

Thank you so much for the tags @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @indestructibleheart!! I appreciate the tags more than you know! 💜

So I've been all over the place today, but came back to one of my Valentine's Day fics that I previously started for SC. Let me know if you have any thoughts. I'd like to post this one for Valentine's Day this year. We'll see.

A whine escaped David’s mouth as his alarm startled him out of an otherwise restful sleep. For the first time in many years, he felt rested. He considered he lived a quieter lifestyle in Schitt’s Creek and not the hustle and bustle of the city, but he knew that wasn’t it. White noise, ocean sounds and even Enya hadn’t been able to shut off David’s brain when his head hit the pillow since he moved to hell on earth. Okay, maybe that was a strong opinion especially now. Now that a particular business man in department store jeans that fit his body like a second skin showed up offering to rescue David’s business like a knight in shining armor. David didn’t need to be rescued and Patrick knew that. Maybe that’s what was so reassuring about Patrick’s presence in his life. He didn't treat David as if he needed to be handled or coddled. They were equals. Patrick listened like he hung on David’s every word, or so David wished. He’d never admit to anyone how much he enjoyed Patrick’s presence. No one needed to know that. Especially Patrick.

No pressure tagging and please forgive me if you posted and I didn't see it on my feed: @blackandwhiteandrose @chelle-68 @dinnfameron @demora00 @designatedgrape @hullomoon @hippolotamus @jettestar @leofdaeg-sand @lizzie-bennetdarcy @missgeevious @mudbloodpotter05 @ohhhelloyou @obsessedwithdavrick @sspaz1000 @statueinthestonetoo @stereopticons @smblmn @seadeepy @simplymarleycat @themelancholyvegetable @trueillusion82 @vamprayne

[notasapleasure]

Last sentence(s) meme

The lovely @elwenyere invited general participation in this tag meme, it's Sunday (hence sentences), and just to prove I'm working on another chapter of Counting on You (Cassian/Brasso, pre-canon bffs-with-benefits-and-angst)...

I can never resist a bit of Maarva being a problematic badass though :') and Brasso would always help hide the bodies.

"How did he find you?" Brasso grimaces. Cass is normally more careful than to lead trouble back home. "Armed and annoyed to have my sleep disturbed," Maarva returns drily. He allows her a smile at that. "Did he say why he was looking for Cass?" "I didn't give him a chance. But rest assured, I'll be turning that boy's room upside down until I find the answer." Brasso grimaces, certain that neither Maarva nor Cassian will be happy with the results of that ultimatum. He gives the body a cursory search for documents but, as he expects, finds nothing. Just a comm and a few credits. He puts the latter on Maarva's table, then pulls the guy's coat tight shut over his wound and casts about for something to wrap him in.

Open tags in turn, whoever wants to share please do and say I tagged you! Gonna give a special nudge to @stripedroseandsketchpads and @notfromcold because I know they've been writing recently - but no pressure!

[hippolotamus]

(Way more than) Seven Sentence Sunday

Thanks for the tags @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @tizniz @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @wildlife4life @indestructibleheart @steadfastsaturnsrings @elvensorceress @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem I haven’t gotten to all of your snippets but I will and already know they’re amazing and everyone should check them out 💖

Mirrorball (aka pole dancer Buck) won the poll yesterday so here are some sentences from that (prev snippet here) Unsurprisingly, he is producing as many feels (if not more) as I expected. So, uh, sorry about that (but also not sorry at all).

The pole – warmed by the house lights, previous performers, and heat from the three hundred something bodies legally allowed by the fire marshal – presses through his black mesh shirt, around the vegan leather chest harness, finally grazing his spine. He applies more pressure, allowing it to bear more of his weight, raising his arms and caressing the brushed stainless steel like a lover. A gentle touch he’s never experienced but aches with longing for anyway.

Just after the first musical bridge, a series of twangy guitar riffs and soulful keyboard notes, a member of the bachelorette party – maid of honor according to her hot pink sash – approaches the stage. There’s a bit of a wobble to her gait, but she’s still holding her own as she confidently struts forward to offer some bills she not so subtly clenches in her teeth.

If Buck was interested in her, he would make a show of crawling on all fours and take the proffered cash between his lips. But he’s not, so he holds onto the pole as he swings around, dipping low to pluck it from her with his fingers, giving her a wink as he does.

It’s possible she’s familiar with his act because she pouts a bit at that, even as the rest of her group cheers and wolf whistles, tugging up her cutoff short shorts to further reveal the swell of her ass as she flounces back to her seat. As if she’s daring him to reconsider lest he miss out. And maybe he will, if the offer’s still there at the end of his shift and he’s feeling lonely enough.

Buck tucks the money into a hidden pocket between the waistband of his royal blue hotpants and his dance belt. The stuff is loaded with enough germs, he’s not particularly interested in having it touch his sweat beaded skin before redistributing it out in the world.

When he resumes his routine, letting his gaze drift to the back of the room, he works to quickly recover as his breath catches in his throat. Dark eyes suddenly look impossibly darker – hungry and possessive – as lips wrap around the mouth of a beer. It’s tilted back in such a way that they never break eye contact. Maybe it should scare Buck, make him consider asking Bosko or Williams from security to see him to his jeep. But, strangely, it doesn’t.

The opportunity to let that process or sink in passes when his music ends and he begins collecting stray cash that’s been tossed on stage. In the time it takes him to stand back up, and throw a flirty kiss to the audience, he realizes the back table is empty save for a bottle and a chair sitting askew as if the occupant left in a hurry.

No pressure tagging @lizzie-bennetdarcy @disasterbuckdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @shortsighted-owl @stereopticons @911onabc @apothecarose @barbiediaz @buddierights @chaosandwolves @eowon @fionaswhvre @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @heartshapedvows @hoodie-buck @ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites @loserdiaz @messyhairdiaz @monsterrae1 @rmd-writes @statueinthestone @singlethread @the-likesofus @thekristen999 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @underwater-ninja-13 @vanillahigh00 @watchyourbuck @welcometololaland @weewootruck @your-catfish-friend and anyone else who wants to share 😘

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Sunday - yeah sentences & last line challenge cuz i'm lazy and doing them all in one

so i've been tagged by some lovely peeps @england-would-fall @taste-thewaste @firenati0n @piratefalls

So I need to get this thing done - as it has been lamenting on my drive waiting for me to just finish it already - and stop playing around with all the other fics so I'm posting it in hopes that might encourage me to get it frakkin' done already - and i wasted hours this afternoon tracking down one detail lol - but hey that's what happens i guess lol

So this is what I have lovingly been calling gotta sign 'em all - it's a little thing inspired by TZP and his fascination with signing a little book (and well, with him being so ACD-coded it just fits) it's a lot more than 6 or 7 sentences but i just need to get some of it out in the ether

They are nearing the end, both of Henry’s ability to continue and the line of people with books for him to sign, when the girl whose book Henry just signed peeks behind him at Alex. She turns the book to the dedication page and gestures towards Alex. “Mr. Claremont-Diaz,” and fuck if that doesn’t make him feel old, but the girl can’t be more than 13, so he sucks it up. “Would you be willing to sign the dedication page of my book? Your story helped me come out as bisexual to my parents; they’re from the US, and my father’s Mexican family is very Catholic. Seeing you have family of similar background who support you after everything happened to you made me hope mine could be as well.” Alex feels Henry’s hand grab his and squeeze it. This is one of the things that still amazes him: how in sync they are with each other. How even though Henry is drained from a taxing day, Henry is there to support Alex unequivocally. He nods to her and reaches for her book. He takes a deep, centering breath and squeezes Henry’s hand once quickly before letting it go with a smile so he can sign. Henry hands him the Sharpie he has taken to carrying in his inner jacket pockets, and he grips the pen, looking back to the girl in front of him. “I am just floored that my story—our story,” he says, gesturing between himself and Henry, because his story is and always will be intertwined with Henry’s, ever since they first started this, “gave you the courage to be yourself. I hope it all went well with your family.” The girl nods, and Alex sees the wet sheen to her eyes, the tears she is attempting to hold back, and blinks to keep his own at bay. “Yes, it did, thank you,” her smile wobbles a little as she responds, and Alex moves the conversation on for all of them. “Who am I making this out to?” Alex asks, pen poised above the page, ready to sign. He pauses a moment to read the dedication he has memorized as she gives her name.  [insert sappy – probably not good enough – dedication to Alex - probably something about you and me always maybe breaking down walls] He writes her name in the book, adds a few lines about bisexual solidarity, and signs his name with a flourish. He hands the book back to her, and she looks at the page, smiling at his words. Alex is not the most self-aware man, and he’ll admit this, but even he knows that moment has him feeling things he didn’t think it would.

oh i also got a few of last line tags yesterday so here goes for that too

He decides to help her out and says, “Hey, I see you got your copy of Henry’s book; glad ya got one before the vultures at that shelter swooped in.”

so some no-pressure Sunday tags and well if ya already posted let's just assume ya had an open tag that i snagged and i'll find it lol @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf (hope ya had a good time in austin Val! (at least i assume based on wednesdays post that's wehre ya were)) @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @nocoastposts @priincebutt @sophie1973 @stellarm @sunnysideprince @suseagull04 @typicalopposite and an open tag

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

Sunday Sentences, April 14, 2024

Getting in a bit late today because I needed to write actual sentences for this. Today, we return to my RBB fic, (the only truth) everything comes back to you. I apologize pre-emptively and profusely for what you are about to read.

“Hazza, my thoughts about your husband aside, have you two talked about this at all?” Pez swirls his wine in its glass.  Henry thinks. Runs the lemon slice around the rim of his glass. Stares at the ice cubes that are slowly melting as though they hold the answer to Pez’s question, but they don’t. He doesn’t remember talking to Alex, and can’t pinpoint a time he’d have had the chance to, but he also knows Alex is aware there’s a chasm between them, a distance they can’t seem to bridge. Instead of facing the problem, Alex just throws himself into something else.  Henry sighs and shakes his head. Maybe they aren’t the greatest when it comes to tackling their challenges head on, together. 

Again, my apologies. It will only hurt for a little while.

Hoping that tumblr has gotten it's tagging shit together by being late to the game (update: nope)

Tagged by: @kiwiana-writes @junebugclaremontdiaz @cha-melodius @piratefalls

@cricketnationrise @iboatedhere @wordsofhoneydew @theprinceandagcd @bigassbowlingballhead

@welcometololaland @sheepywritesfics @happiness-of-the-pursuit @violetbaudelaire-quagmire

Always an open tag, but no pressure tags to: @firenati0n @anincompletelist @eusuntgratie @getmehighonmagic @affectionatelyrs

@littlemisskittentoes @inexplicablymine @heysweetheart-writes @rmd-writes @faketrex

@cactusdragon517 @read-and-write- @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

[adreamareads]

Sentences Sunday

First I want to thank SO MANY people for tagging me today!

@firenati0n @cha-melodius @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

I do, actually, have some sentences to share today. They're from a new WIP that was SUPPOSED to be finished already but it's NOT and it's very RUDE OF IT to not be finished.

WARNING: THIS IS A CROSSOVER

What's the other work? Well, you, see, the tagline is "Sometimes, love stops you in your tracks" - there's this group of friends in Brooklyn, featuring a subway, a pancake diner, and found family.

However, the other characters will not be featured in this excerpt. They show up later.

Enough rambling. Enjoy the first two paragraphs.

The day after Alex’s birthday celebration, Nora wakes up with a pounding in her head and a fuzzy mouth. She’s hungover. She can’t even remember everything she drank last night and then gives up, deciding it doesn’t matter. She needs water. And coffee. And carbs. And for someone to stop the hammering in her head. Maybe even to go back to sleep for a week, but she knows that’s not happening.  “Bleargh,” says a voice near her. It sounds vaguely like Alex, who must be feeling the same way as she is. Possibly even worse.

Tagging it forward to @inexplicablymine @thedramasummer @suseagull04 @littlemisskittentoes @wordsofhoneydew and, as always, open tag for anyone who wants to play and for anyone to tag me in the future.

[lizzie-bennetdarcy]

I wanted a banner, too

Tagged by the lovely @hippolotamus @apothecarose and @stereopticons 😘😘😘

When Alex finally looks back at Leo after Henry disappears into the crowd, he's watching him with that same, curious expression from before. “I didn't know you and Henry were together,” he says. Alex blinks at him, startled. “What?” Leo shrugs. There's no judgment in his face, only soft understanding. Alex just isn't sure he understands. “You know, romantically. June said you were just friends.” “We are just friends.” Henry chooses that moment to reappear, and Alex doesn't get a chance to ask Leo what the hell he was talking about.

Tagging @smblmn @rosedavid @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @justabritishgirlx @treluna4 @daisymae-12 @heybuddy-drabbles @cricketnationrise (so sorry if you've already played/ been tagged) and anyone else who wants to share!!

[ramonaflow]

Sunday Sentences

Thank you for the tags @hippolotamus @lizzie-bennetdarcy and @jesuisici33

My wip has been fighting me all the way so I just have this..

 "Um while you're at lunch, can you get me some lunch?" David asks cheekily.  "Unbelievable!" Patrick disappears through the door.  So now David has to sit here and think about what he did.  But it's lunch time and he's hungry and, well, now he's also hungry!  God he's missed him. Missed hearing his voice, missed the way his hands feel on him. The way Patrick just took hold of his face, the way he spoke. He needs to show him that he means everything to him. He needs to show him just how much he's missed him…  *** "Consider this my olive branch."

I'm tagging @flowertrigger @beaiola @smblmn @sspaz1000 @mammameesh @carolrain @wearpersistencewell @mallpretzles