Jacques @onehugesecret,

I feel like I’m late to the bandwagon, but the new Panic! at the disco songs are really good. I think they’re debuting another one tomorrow?

Being home alone for a while is letting me get the chance to play music as loud as I want and not bother anybody. I’d say I’d walk around naked, but that’s stereotypical and kind of weird. Maybe I’m just a minority who doesn’t like it. 

I guess it sounds fun, but maybe slightly lonely. I could always have a party, but also the fact of having potentially a shitload of strangers from school in my house is kind of disturbing.

          ❛ Hey — are you okay ??   ❜

@onehugesecret | soft caring starters - ACCEPTING

                        had it been anyone other than one of his children, they would have been given a stern talking to for even SUGGESTING that tony was less than capable of accomplishing tasks by himself. his self esteem has taken a bit of a beating since the snap, since the loss of one arm and he is more than capable of pouring his own coffee, THANK YOU--

                                             shake...

                                                                                           splash...

tony lets a sigh and steps back. shaking fingers relinquish control of the boiling hot pot and he allows simon to pour it into a cup for him. 

“thanks, kid.” tony says softly, taking a breath. that same trembling hand comes up to his son’s shoulder where he squeezes carefully. 

         Harry can’t deny he’s missed his boyfriend TERRIBLY. He went away on some sort of trip and Harry’s been at school for the past few weeks dealing with the lack of his beloved all alone. So, imagine the excitement on his face when he spots Simon rounding the corner towards him. His eyes light up and he completely ABANDONS his open locker for throwing his arms around Simon’s neck and pulling him in.

                  “SIMON!” Tony yells up the stairs that morning. “Breakfast! You’re going to be LATE!” He calls the teenager, “Can you bring your brother’s text book? He said it’s in your room!” 

[Text: Carebear <3]: [Image Sent]:

A picture of Peter standing in front of his new dorm room, he’s obviously sharing it with someone but his side of the room is littered with posters an Elliot Smith one is front and center along with a poster of Peter’s favorite band. His bed is unmade and his hair is rumpled, he obviously has just rolled out of bed.

[Text: Carebear <3]: I woke up late for my first day of classes, I have about fifteen minutes to eat and run across campus send help.

      “Shush... shush...!” Harry squeaks slightly as Simon appears at his window. One in the morning, and everyone in the house is fast asleep, EXCEPT the security guard that he’d bribed to a) leave the ladder by his window indefinitely and b) look the other way whenever Simon appeared to use it.

He’s never more overjoyed than when Simon knocks on his window without warning however. Usually they tell each other when they’re going to sneak over but a SURPRISE... well that was more romantic wasn’t it? Harry scrambles to the window, opening the pane wide enough to let the other teen in.