#letsbakethatcake

You think the Mat Barzal looking security guard is hot, my good bitch. You have already followed.

ofc your fics are soooo good 😭 vacciari rise!!!!

Again depending on which time and which stage of Simon. Simon from the future was more passionate than Alisha, especially at first because in the back of her mind she was still kind of scared to give in to her desires because of her ability. Then they even out. Then with the Simon who's only becoming himself Alisha is more passionate and he's just follows her lead, but then of course it evens out again. Constant change of dynamic stuck in reverse. 

—Dog Days Are Over, Florence + The Machine

SO DUMB V RACIST CAN'T EVEN USE GOOGLE. IT'S THE SOUTHERN IN U.

. Noel was not exactly gay, per se. He just… really liked Frank. Thus far, Frank had been the only man that had ever given Noel those particular feelings, and he was okay with it. They had an understanding, Frank, Noel, and their wives. It was cool. It really was. Until Frank and Noel were both back home, in Worcester Massachusetts, trying to find this stupid craft brewery and gourmet doughnut shop. They’d both heard that it was great, and it was basically the midway point between Noel’s hometown, and Frank’s, so they’d decided a day out in the city was something they could conceivably do as a date and be safe about it. They had, maybe for a moment, forgotten that people in Massachusetts may recognize them. They’d been walking down Main St from a parking garage up by the Registry of Motor Vehicles and some ridiculously tall building when Noel had noticed that there were a couple of men following them. This was not out of the ordinary, given that Worcester WAS a city after all, but these men stayed just far enough behind yet close enough to make themselves noticeable. Frank, bless his entire soul, had not noticed. How could he? He hadn’t stopped talking about getting himself one of the fruity pebbles doughnuts for the past 5 minutes straight. Noel chanced a look behind them again, stopping to look around at the area as if he were trying to figure out the direction they were supposed to go. That’s when he noticed one of the men was carrying a Dunkies iced coffee in a Boston Bruins homemade cozy. Fuck. Noel nodded along to Frank’s words for a moment as the men got closer, and as he panicked at the idea of being confronted on their date, did something that was decidedly more reckless than just meeting a couple of fans. What possessed him, he would never have any idea. He took Frank by the waist and backed him up against the storefront window they were standing in front of, his hands lifted to cup the shorter man’s face as he leaned in and pressed their lips soundly together. He let the kiss linger, his lips parted ever so slightly into a smile at Frank’s startled sound. It wasn’t an altogether passionate kiss, what with Noel smiling like a complete idiot into it, but for what it was worth it DID make Frank light up as he broke back. “What was that for?” Frank asked, head tilted back against the window, voice more than slightly dazed. It was like he never got used to Noel kissing him, no matter how many times they’d done it. “What, a guy can’t just kiss his partner when he feels like it?” Noel asked, and pressed their foreheads together, sinking into another kiss. This kiss was lingering, soft, and had Noel pressed flush against Frank while he licked his way into Frank’s mouth. Maybe Frank had something going with that dazed look, because Noel was pretty sure he’d never get used to this, either.