#generation disaster

“Uh-uh,” he pulled her back, as was the theme of their relationship these days. “Post-coital sugary baked dishes aren’t going to distract me this time.” There was an arched brow and a frown, making a show of reconsideration. “No, definitely not gonna distract me.” Cappie pasted a light smile onto his features, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. It was times like these that he really felt the Greek divide. “Maybe they would prefer to mix with the KT’s if you led by example and mixed with me,” his eyebrows did a dance, shamelessly salacious. Cap didn’t understand what the big issue was anyway. The Kappa Tau’s were admittedly a little messy, not exactly the most ambitious, but they made up for all of that in unadulterated fun. Though, in his opinion, watching paint dry would be more exciting than mixing with the Omega Chi’s. “C’mon, how is it that my roommate sees more of you than I do? Let’s go out you and me. Look, I’ll even leave the brothers at home! And maybe even wear a shirt with a collar.”

Riley went silent, watching their surroundings which echoed with her words. When nothing decided to jump out at them, he shot her a glance, sighing. “That Ancient Philosophy class really resonated with you, huh?” That’s not what she meant, but he had to keep it light if he wanted to also keep his patience. His voice was low in an attempt to lead by example. “If you keep yellin’ our cause of death is gonna get really predictable.” He had been rigidly holding a low defense stance at the mouth of the crypt but with Cordelia’s astute point, he started twirling the stake in his hand and shifting his weight. His mouth shrugged into a smile, he arched a brow at her. “Not a bad idea though. You’re right, let’s go offense.”

“Mm-mm,” Cappie hummed his contention, lazily stretching out against the sheets like a big cat. He yawned around his words. “You know that’s strictly verboten. I’d threaten to get the gag if I thought you wouldn’t like it.” Inclining his head, Cappie caught sight of the alarm clock, then the coffee, and finally Rebecca. The last one was met with a tired smile. “Miss Logan, your rebound rate is impeccable. Unfortunately after last evening’s delight, midnight delight, and the illustrious 2 am super delight, this sex slave’s gonna need at least one more hour of rest.” And with that he scooped her closer and made her into his human pillow, head reposed against her rib cage.

Noah fence but spuffy is not my bag I’m srry. Used to be my fave pairing back in the day but since seeing the show as an adult I realize how toxic the whole damn relationship is and how sad she is and how much MORE she deserved ugh

*my* influence??? ohhhh bitch!

@generation-disaster omg LOL that’s actually hilarious, have not seen this show so the gifset was so out of context

“Who said you could rest anyway? I believe there’s a dark, dusty attic that’s in desperate need of packing.” Again, her actions betrayed her sentiment as she filled up an extra coffee mug beside the one she had been sipping on. “Making any progress?”