Chicago Slim

my partner doesn’t use pet names nearly as much as i do, which is very funny because i will crack my gay little knuckles and say some shit like “good morning my sun and moon, my loveliest boy, my baby my sweetheart my darling dearest” and he will reply “hello adrian”

when i forget to log into ao3 and i have to click proceed to see an adult fic, i actually get a kick out of it. like i am an old timey queen and my bard is apologetic: “gentle lady, dicks doth touch in this next ballad. would you prefer another?” and i give him a gesture of command like, “nay, you may proceed, minstrel. bring forth the tale of dicks”

reading a textbook for class and i’m going insane. why is this just poetry. what. this is a STEM class what’s going on.

He got mad as helllll

Turns out getting pissed off at inanimate objects refusing to work properly is a feeling that extends into the animal kingdom