#mandaocity

I like the implication that he became a soda addict once he quit drinking.

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Honestly I love soda so this is really relateable.

A millenial who screams alot. Lolol

he took a terrible job he hates to pay off student loans from a useless degree and he’s terrified of heights in a game where jumping really high is a core mechanic, i’d say it’s a decent description

slothydaydreamer replied to your post “i watched tim’s trailer and 1) why did aurelia get a full neato...”

Can't stop snorting at your tags. x'D

#i feel like a portion of the reason behind tim's existence is because fans wanted to play as jack #and gearbox was like 'oh do you now'

Oh my god, it’s perfect.

NO NO, WE AREN’T BREAKING UP!  YOU DIDN’T LET ME FINISH.  I’M GAY FOR YOU. (AND I’M QUEER FOR MATH!)

“No, I get it. You have a date on Friday. It’s cool.” Vaughn’s laughs, tinged with resignation. “Who could say no to this guy, right?” He gestures at Rhys

Rhys catches his hand, holding it fast when Vaughn tries to jerk away. “Not you, hopefully.”

Vaughn goes still. “You’re serious?”

Rhys lays a hand over his heart dramatically. “As an airlock. As quarterly reviews. As -”

“Stop it.” Vaughn’s fingers close around his. “If I say yes will you stop with the metaphors?”

“Maybe.” Rhys can feel the grin stretching across his face. “Come with me on Friday and find out.”

August has some very strong opinions contrary to that sentiment. XDD

of course! i’ve been meaning to do my boii for a while v 3v

Well they cant discourage Rhys’s hunting instincts, but for now the mischievous wyvern will be leashed.

For whatever reason, Vaughn was nervous.

They’d parked at a small rest stop off the freeway. Rhys had been grateful for the opportunity to stretch his legs, sauntering off towards the bathrooms despite Vaughn’s stuttered offer to go together. Vaughn had tried to put the worried feeling out of his head as he locked up the truck and made his way to the little convenience store, browsing for some snacks and energy drinks to keep him awake for the long night of driving ahead. He tucked a couple of cans of Full Throttle under his arm and grabbed a bag of tortilla chips before deciding to pick a treat up for his boyfriend.

Vaughn was looking through the little refrigerated case near the front of the store, scanning the various ice cream novelties and trying to figure out which one Rhys would like the most, going between the strawberry shortcake popsicle and the neapolitan ice cream sandwich, when he heard a scuffle coming from outside. His eyes flickered up just as he was pulling his worn wallet out of his pocket, and what he say made him drop his armful of snacks and drinks onto the case.

Rhys was standing out in the open underneath the hot sun, his exposed pale skin glimmering in the intense light. Much to Vaughn’s horror, there were two men he didn’t know boxing Rhys in, trying to crowd him against one of the vacant fuel pumps. One of them even had their hands resting on Rhys’ thigh, and that was more then enough to send Vaughn running out the automatic doors and towards his trapped boyfriend.

“What’s going on here?” Vaughn growled as he stalked over to the two men, one hand clenched angrily into a fist. Rhys’ eyes flashed with relief as soon as he saw his boyfriend, grinning knowingly.

“Told you, you guys are in biiiig trouble now.” Rhys snickered, though the nervous waver in his usually confident voice made Vaughn’s anger spike. The two men squinted at him, dismissive as the tiny trucker approached them.

“Uh….seriously? This is the guy?” One of them men snorted, “this fucking munchkin?”

“Get your hands off of him,” Vaughn snarled, jabbing a warning finger in the man’s direction, feeling anger seethe through him as one of the men rolled his eyes and moved his hand to Rhys’ stomach. He pressed it flat against the young man’s bare skin and slid it roughly under the waistline of Rhys’ jean shorts. The upset little yelp that tore from Rhys’ throat was enough to get Vaughn seeing red.

The next thing he knew, the knuckles of both hands were smarting and one of the men was on the ground, the other slouched against the gas pump, scrabbling for purchase with one hand while the other cupped his nose. Blood trickled out from beneath his fingers as he swore in pain. Vaughn kicked out the last of his anger onto the man on the floor, stomping his crotch underneath his thick hiking boots before he grabbed Rhys’ wrist and tugged the young man away from the scene.

“Are you okay?” He whispered urgently as he pulled Rhys’ closer, wrapping his broad arms protectively around the man’s waist. Rhys nodded, his throat bobbing as Vaughn hurried him back towards the truck.

“Ugh….just…stupid assholes…” Rhys grumbled as he hoisted himself up into the truck cab, crossing his arms and pouting as he glared through the windshield towards where the men were struggling to rise to their feet.

“Can you run over them just for good measure?” He spoke sourly, though his spirit lifted as Vaughn dragged one of their blankets from the back of the cab and draped it over his body before starting up the engine.

“Believe me, I want to….” Vaughn sighed, before leaning over to steal a quick, apologetic kiss from Rhys’ pink pouting lips.  

“The next rest stop isn’t for forty miles…” Rhys whined as Vaughn pulled the truck out of the driveway. He wiggled underneath the blanket, eyebrows pitched pleadingly  upwards at his boyfriend.

“I know….how about at the next stop, I get you two ice creams?” Vaughn offered, almost feeling like he was talking to a little kid, and the way Rhys’ eyes lit up didn’t really dispel that.