I would just like to point out one thing to all those artists and authors that make it seem like Gavin is way taller than Michael.

Michael is 5’9”.
Gavin is 5’9¾”.


¾ of an inch difference. That’s it. Not 1 inch. Not 2 inches. Not a fucking foot taller. Gavin is only ¾ of an inch taller than Michael.
That is all.

July 24th 2014   1 notes  

You’re The Shore (When I Am Lost At Sea)

A/N: Oh hey here’s chapter two, yo.

________________________________ "You think we want you working here anymore? Idiot. Why the fuck would we want a freak like you dragging us down? Go home, Gavin! Nobody wants you here anymore." "Do us a favor and just kill yourself." "You’re fucking insane." "At least we can tell when something is real or not."

Gavin shot up off the couch, heart racing. He could feel the sweat and tears on his face, making his skin unpleasantly sticky.

Just a dream. It was just a dream.
Gavin tried to calm himself.


He suddenly realized the banging on his door, probably what woke him up from his nightmare.

"Gav! Gavvers! Gavvvvyyy! Gavin, you stupid fuck! Open the fucking door! It’s fucking cold outside! I’m freezing my dick off out here, boi!" He heard a familiar voice yell from outside.

Gavin ran a hand through his hair and looked around the room frantically. His house was a mess, and so was he. How the hell is he going to explain that?


I can’t let them find out. They’ll hate me…
Gavin thought to himself as he sighed and layed back down.

After five minutes, the knocking on the door still hadn’t stopped, in facf it got louder. He also recognized the person that was outside was Michael, so he knew there was no way he was going to stop anytime soon unless he just busts down the door.


Gavin let out a frustrated grunt, throwing the blanket off of him and standing up. He walked to the front door and took a deep breathe, preparing himself to face his probably-angry best friend.


“Gavin, you dumbass! Where th—” Michael’s eyes went wide as Gavin opened the door, revealing himself.
“What.. Gav, what the hell happened? Are you okay??” He asked, quieter than before but still filled with worry and compassion.


Gavin looked down at his feet, avoiding eye-contact. He really didn’t want to explain what he was going through, or why it looked like someone had broken into his apartment and had a drunk fight with him.

But Michael was pushing himself forward, moving Gavin out of the doorway so they were both standing inside the room. He shut the door as he took in Gavin’s disastrous apartment.
Slowely turning to Gavin, who was now shaking with anxiety and staring at the floor intensely, he gave Gavin the most unexpected reaction.

He wrapped his arms around the Brit, one hand coming up to the back of Gavin’s sandy-blonde hair and embracing him carefully.

"Gavvy… What happened to you? What’s wrong, boi? You can tell me, it’s okay," He said quietly when Gavin began to tremble and let out a few choked sobs into the Jersey Man’s shoulder.

Gavin shook his head, trying to regain his composure. He pulled back, wiping his face and taking a deep breath, still refusing to meet Michael’s worried eyes.

The Brit forced a small smile, gaze falling just above Michael’s eyes. “S-sorry about that, mate. I’m fine, really. No need to worry! I just had a bit of a um… Rough day, is all.”


Michael stared at him for a moment with a disbelieving look that made Gavin want to run away from this conversation.

"Gavin. You— Why would you just— What the hell could have fucked up your day so badly that it made you leave work out of fucking nowhere, and come home and do… this?!” Michael gestured frantically to the battered room around him.


Gavin’s head and shoulders dropped as he failed to come up with an answer.
He couldn’t tell Michael the truth. No, he couldn’t risk scaring away his best friend.
So he stood in silence, guilt, shame, and self-hatred building up in him with every passing second.


"Gawd, you are so pathetic. No wonder why everyone always yells at you and makes fun of you! You’re such a fucking idiot!"
Gavin couldn’t even tell if it was the voices or his own thoughts telling him this.


The blonde bit his lip, trying to hold himself together as he spoke. “Please leave, Micool. I’m sorry. Please don’t worry about me— D-don’t tell anyone, either! P-please…” He choked out, voice cracking several times.


He could see Michael’s fist clenching in his peripheral vision, causing the Brit to bite down on his lip even harder.
Michael sighed, relaxing himself before gently grabbing Gavin’s stubbled chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing the other to look at him.

Gavin’s eyes widened slightly, causing a doe-eye effect due to his brimming tears.

"Okay. But, if it happends again… Whatever it was… Tell me, okay? I don’t care if you think you’re being a bother to me— I know you, Gav. And you know me. I’m not going to sit back and watch you suffer by yourself. I want to help you. You know you can trust me, right? Because I lo— er, care about you. You’re my boi, and I will always be here for you if you need someone,” The redhead said gently, gazing softly into the other man’s sad, emerald colored eyes.


Gavin smiled weakly, heart warming and stomach doing flips as he nodded at Michael.
“Okay,” he whispered.

The Jersey man smiled back softly. He wanted to say more, but he knew it wasn’t the right time for that. So he simply squeezed Gavin’s shoulder gently and looked away before stuttering,
“I guess, um… I’ll leave.. I-if you want me to, I mean.”


Gavin bit his lip, cheeks flushing a light pink for a moment.
“Um… Y-yeah, I don’t want to bother you or anything so uh, you can leave if you want. I gotta clean up and stuff anyways, so…”


Michael, who’s face was also turning a pink shade, nodded swiftly and headed for the door. As he reached for the door handle, his hand was grasped by the Brit’s unexpectedly. He looked up at the younger man, who’s head was cast downwards again.


“Promise me you won’t tell anyone, please, Micool?…” Gavin said softly.


“I won’t. I promise. Will you promise me something too, though?”


At this, Gavin pick his head up to gaze curiously at the redhead.
“S-sure? What is it?”


“Promise me that you will come to me for help. Promise you will tell me if something bad happens or you need someone to talk to or something like that. You can come to me for anything, Gav. I want to be there for you. So please, promise you will let me help you. Okay?” The Jersey man said in the most sincere voice that Gavin had ever heard.


Gavin’s stomach started doing flips again, and his heart felt like it was going to burst if it warmed up any more. He couldn’t help the small smile that snuck it’s way onto his lips.

"Okay. I promise. Thank you, Micool," he whispered.


And with another smile and a short hug, Michael left.

July 24th 2014   4 notes  

fandom-freaks-unite:

thisisgoddamnriddikulus:

flipflopity:

taco-marco:

king-of-the-casuals:

I’m just gonna let the world figure this out

What does this mean???? Help????

Coke legend milk??
Legendary gallon?
Wha…?

GUYS

LEGENDAIRY

Legend- wait for it- DAIRY!

July 24th 2014   154037 notes   - via / source

dj3y3:

saidbhinluch:

kgm42986:

strongbodyheartmind:

whiskey1037135:

hazeleyes2012:

FUCK YES!! Let’s get this photo on every tumblr blog!

its pretty terrible as is. why isnt there a Sent folder, for example

Also there should be an option to get a mobile alert when someone messages you!

^all of these yes!

THANK YOU!!

MAKE IT HAPPEN TUMBLR

July 24th 2014   270567 notes   - via / source

hiddleshabanera:

dragoniza:

”- Why don’t you smile? 

-Because I have an ugly smile.

-That’s impossible, when someone smiles, no matter what form have smile, or if your teeth are large, small, crooked… People just look beautiful when they smile, because we know that they are happy, and that’s what matters.”

teeth / smiles appreciation Animation

YOU FORGOT ONE 

image

July 24th 2014   102677 notes   - via / source

thefaultinourheadcanons:

emeralddarkness:

ughjohnwatson:

do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general

BUT YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING.

It’s in words
July 24th 2014   478804 notes   - via / source

my-lovely-little-micool:

Mavin soulmate tattoos.

July 24th 2014   35 notes   - via

my-lovely-little-micool:

Im pretty sure this is how it goes when Michael and Gavin are about to makeout but catch themselves just in time so they wrestle to cover up the fact that they almost madeout in the office. Mhm.

July 24th 2014   202 notes   - via / source

my-lovely-little-micool:

Michael and Gavin holding eachothers wrists during the Behind The Scenes: Powder Peg video

July 24th 2014   116 notes   - via

My header and profile pic go perfectly together I much say

July 24th 2014   1 notes  

Fall Out Fuck

July 24th 2014   0 notes  

wOAH OKaY

I was going to work on the sequel I wrote to I’ll Love You Forever and like, I read what I had written a while ago when I first started it, because I had forgotten what I wrote, and I was shocked lol I was like

"Blahblah okay that happends and then hmhmhm oka— WOAH WHAT WTF I WROTE THAT!? DAMN THIS IS LIKE READING SOMEONE ELSES FUCKING STORY HOLY SHIT"

xD

July 23rd 2014   0 notes  
Hey, thanks for all the notes! You blew up my phone 😊
- sexclusives

Ahhh sorry for blowing it up, haha! I really like your blog. Btw, you are super pretty! ;w;

July 23rd 2014   1 notes  

They all said it would get better. When?

July 23rd 2014   1 notes  
If you would just kindly fuck off, sir, that would be great.
July 23rd 2014   15 notes  
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