In which when you turn eighteen, your body develops a tattoo of the first thing your soulmate will ever say to you. im such trash for this prompt i love it so much. also transboy max

You've got your aesthetic and pastel guys; Patrick, Brendon, Tyler, and Alex. They're the good guys, the ones that like to dress up and be cute. Then you have your stoner and "rad vibe" guys; Pete, Ryan, Josh, and Jack. They're the bad guys, the ones who dress in leather jackets and like to be rebels. What do you get when you combine the two? Pastel Vibes.

"um, your hand is, it's...." "on your crotch? yeah, i know." "oh okay, cool." at a party, josh and tyler bond over a sexual game of twister. tyler falls in love with josh but josh doesn't "do" relationships.

❝You're beautiful, you know?❞ xoG Frank knew he had gained weight. He didn't need his students nor fellow colleagues to give him shit about it though. ❝I hope you know, because you are.❞ xoG It wasn't something he could 'fix' with by snapping his fingers. And maybe he didn't want to 'fix' it either. ❝Show me how beautiful you are.❞ xoG That's at least what 'xoG' makes him feel about himself every time he found the small yet cute and meaningful notes on his office desk. ❝People should learn to appreciate the beautiful things in their lives.❞ xoG But he still can't shake off that edgy feeling every time he reads the small notes. The edgy feeling that it's a student sending them. ❝I learned to appreciate beauty when I saw you.❞ xoG Even though Frank practically knows, he can't help the fluttering feeling to develop inside him. Cover credit to @tragician_child

I'm Mikey Way, the grand twenty year old virgin and general klutz when it came to anything vaguely romantic, with a twenty five year old hermit of a brother who only leaves the basement to visit his not quite boyfriend, Frank. I'm also an anti-social mess who's most definitely going to get kicked out of his English course at college by the professor who's more than a little convinced I'm a pyromaniac, unless by some miracle the guy I met at the comic store who wants to suck me off is actually a reincarnation of William Wordsworth. I think Pete may be one of the weirdest people I've ever met, I mean, there are not many people who find amusement in so casually involving blowjobs in their first conversation with you. Pete was a man whore, I thought man whore was a pretty weird term, but I guess Pete was a pretty weird person, so it just sort of fit, like pieces in a puzzle, or a dick in his mouth, apparently. Maybe things would end up with Pete being my friend, or maybe even something more than that, wouldn't that just be... odd? Puzzle pieces, huh? But things are never quite that straight forward, things just love to stray just off the key of reason.