ppl who think that saying “I love you” to someone a lot makes it lose it’s meaning are so boring literally what could make you think that? if someone tells you they love you like 3 times in an hour it means that 3 separate times they were sitting there and thinking about you and how wonderful you are like. smh. say I love you to everyone that you love as often as possible bc sometimes it’s easy to forget that there are people who love you
i found my senior quote
The map was a battered, crumpled thing the texture of cloth, torn and stained and at least a few years outdated, but Cupid refused to replace it yet. He and Spade had marked it up together, red and black ink for each of them respectively, circling places to go and things to see, scheduling how many days to spend in each town and writing in what they’d seen when they marked them off. Today was Spade’s pick, a place called Burgess that he swore he’d been to before and wanted to see how it had changed.
«I’m tellin you, I know it!» The darker of the pair protested, tugging at the overlong red scarf that was the only patch of color on him save for the hair tied up in a short ponytail. The other boy lacked the grays and blacks of the other, all red and cream and dark blue, hair curly and shorter, and he rolled his eyes but shot the other a fond smile.
"Sure, just like you knew Serenity Valley?"
«Okay, that one I give.» The boy cracked a crooked smile, showing sharp teeth. «But this one for sure, Cue, I remember it! There’s this this hugeass lake, an the tallest fuckin’ trees everywhere? An a statue, right in the middle!»
"The lake may still be there, we can look for that? A century and a half though, the others—"
«Hold on.» Spade caught his arm, his voice dropping as he stopped their walking and licked his lips, tasting the air. «Someone’s here.»
Cupid immediately turned to scan the surrounding trees with pale eyes, searching for the fog of color that surrounded a person. He caught a trace of Jack’s cloud and looked into the heart of it, catching a hint of blue and white in the shadows. “There.” He pointed, and Spade tried to shift a little in between him and the stranger but Cupid wouldn’t have it. “Spying isn’t very polite,” he called up to the stranger.
- met at a charity kissing booth au
- sex shop employee and slightly flustered customer au
- highschool party au with spin the bottle
- neighbours au where person A goes over to person B to tell B to ‘stop singing karaoke it’s 2am’
- met in a line for a roller-coaster au (bonus: one of them is scared shitless)
- 'you were the only one at the party who understood my movie reference' au
- lifeguard/swimmer or lifeguards au
Bonus: If I like the idea, I might draw my muse in that costume.
Cupid looked up from his book, frowning a little in confusion. The voice sounded familiar, but a considerably different pitch than usual. “Is that..?”
Jack nods and tugs on both his husbands hands after setting his hoodie over his shoulder. He leads them up to the room and plops onto the bed, groaning.
He wrestles out of the tight shirt, then slips off his pants and sprawls out in his boxers only, staring up at the ceiling. “Okay, but,” He squirms a bit, then looks over at Cupid. “this is what it’s like, all the time? Like, how do you know when you’re turned on?”
Now he was genuinely curious, and his fingers were tracing the shape of his hips and his sides, blue eyes concentrated. He wanted to figure this out; this way of being biologically a girl. It was a whole different perspective when he was in the body of a girl rather than a boy. Everything felt so strange and new.
Cupid couldn’t hold in a giggle. “Well, love, I could show you~”
Spade’s eyebrows rose, used to being the one to initiate things or flirt out of the blue. He could definitely see what had Cupid so interested though: the focused look on Jack’s now feminine features was nothing short of adorable as he he traced his own hips and up the gentle curves of his sides, and the movements were distracting to say the least.