You've Gotta Have Friends Who Are Older Than You, Not Because You're A Dumb Kid, But Because You'll Be

ew I hate bariometric pressure

there's something about Xavier..in mullet

“autism wouldn’t have been difficult before capitalism” “nothing that caused me burnout existed before industrialization” well what if your boots feel weird against your skin. and your cape is itchy and too heavy. and your brooch keeps making an annoying sound everytime you move and this party is too loud and you’re hungry and there’s pigeon stew but you can’t stand the texture of pigeon so you ate some olives and now your hands feel oily and gross and you drank a little bit too much wine (bc there’s no clear water. also it was too bitter) so now your head hurts and you feel a little hot but not hot enough to take your cape off and you promised this time we leave when I asked, Aurelius! you promised! and don’t forget we still have a three hour ride back home you promised it’s not going to be like last time! or something of the sort.

i really hate how online queer discourse has become “which flavor of trans person is most acceptable to treat like absolute shit”

Mascs and butches and studs who like being called pretty boy.

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when the tech guy fucks you:

"kitten! get ready for daddy's data transfer!"

✩ 𝐱𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 ✩

The LADS guys making you dinner!!!! What would they make, How well would they do?

✨ Xavier |❄️Zayne |🎨Rafayel |🐦‍⬛Sylus |🍎Caleb

Xavier cooking is always a show but the end result might not be all that edible. Picture this: Xavier leaned over the counter. His shirt riding up just enough in the back to show his back dimples. His hair in his eyes as he reads through a cook book.

Xavier always jumps at the idea of cooking for you but not for the reason you'd think. He doesn't like cooking, far from it in fact, but he wants to show you that he could if you wanted him to. He wants to show that he'd make a good husband.

Xavier is good at following directions. He always put the right amount of everything together. If something looks off, he'll try again and again until he gets it right. He doesn't want to serve you anything less than perfection.

All of this often goes up in smoke when Xavier falls asleep while the food is cooking. It happens one too many times and you invest in an egg timer that he carries with him into the living room so it'll go off before the smoke alarm does. After you get that, he's a pretty good cook because nothing burns.

Xavier better at baking than he is cooking. He's gotten bread down pat (more out of spite than anything) and he can make a VERY good chocolate cake.

When you sit down with your plate, Xavier is watching the whole time. If he had a tail it would be wagging, waiting to see if you like the food or not. The second you say you do, he smiles so sweetly, it looks like a sunrise.

Eating tucking around a table with you is one of Xavier favorite past times. Feeling your foot brush against his under the heated table, the sound of your cutlery moving, the happy hum when you taste something especially nice that he made just for you. It feels like home.

“surely this will not cause my chronic illness to flare up,” i say, actively doing something that has never failed to flare my chronic illness