pretending to be married/fake dating for sid/geno? :D

geno’s nominally studying for his orgo test when sid comes into the lounge, looking freaked out and panicky. ”sid?” geno asks, putting down his pencil, but even at that sid doesn’t quite focus on geno, still breathing in and out like he’s just finished up one of his field hockey matches.

"oh, g," sid says, blinking and licking his lips. "hey, uh. sorry, didn’t see you."

"sid okay?" geno asks, sticking his pencil between the pages of his textbook and shutting it. "look — stress."

"you could put it that way," sid says darkly, taking out his flip phone and fiddling with it, flicking it open and shut over and over. "i just — my parents just called."

geno frowns. “so? thought sid like parents.”

"i do! i do, i just —" sid sighs, grimacing. "they’re coming up here for parent’s weekend so they can see the field hockey tournament, and apparently something i said last break made them think i have — i don’t know, a boyfriend or something. i don’t know how, but that’s what they think, and they’re expecting to meet him, and i’m so fucking screwed.”

after taking a couple of seconds to process, geno replies, “but sid not have boyfriend.” or at least, geno’s pretty sure sid doesn’t. he thinks for a second about sid having a boyfriend, and not telling him, and it makes his stomach churn.

"i know! i told them that, but they think i’m just lying because i’m embarrassed, which i wouldn’t be if i did have one, but now i have to figure out how to get them to stop asking me about my non-existent boyfriend." sid purses his lips, slightly quirked to the side, and huffs out a breath. it’s awful how geno thinks it’s cute.

"so ask someone to — not real date, but pretend," geno says finally.

sid’s eyes light up, and suddenly he’s beaming at geno. the full force of sid’s smile — slightly crooked, complete with tiny creases at the corners of his eyes — makes it so that geno has to smile back. “that’s it! g, you’re a genius.”

"i am?" geno asks. "right. i am genius. must write down, remember forever."

"shut up you hoser," sid replies, reaching out and playfully punching geno in the arm. "but yeah, that’s fucking brilliant. all they need to do is come with me when my parents go to dinner and fake it a little, and then they’ll be off my back about it."

"who you ask?" geno asks finally, the pleasure at making sid happy fading in the face of picturing someone else at dinner with sid, with their arm around sid’s shoulders or their hand high on sid’s thigh.

sid frowns at geno. “isn’t it obvious? you can do it. duh.”

geno blinks. “me? i — i fake date sid?”

sid nods. “yeah, i mean — you will, won’t you? i swear i’ll pay you back somehow, but seriously, g, if you would i —”

"no worry. i do," geno says, and that earns him an even more brilliant smile.

"you’re the best, geno. absolutely the best. anyways, i have to go do my readings, but i’ll talk to you at dinner, okay?"

with that, sid bounds off down the hall, going into his single in the suite and shutting the door, leaving geno with his orgo textbook and a growing sense that he has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.

viktormayrin:

[SCREAMING]

LOOK.

LOOK AT THE NEW COVERS FOR SABRIEL AND LIRAEL.

SOURCE AND SOURCE, MOTHERFUCKERS. WEEP IN AWE.

rwbwby you really have to read these books.

ARE U AT HOME BC I AM

NO I WENT TO CHURCH HERE IN WALLA WALLA

the best part was that my mom still texted by at nine being all: jess are you up you have church in an hour tIME TO GET UP

"His legs are the size of tree trunks."
- CBC announcer about Sidney Crosby after he kept possession of the puck.  (via shakdevi)

juliansballclenchingfalsetto:

"being interested in pop culture makes you vapid and unintelligent"

translation: im a miserable pissbaby. im deep because i smoke cheap cigarettes and take my coffee black. have u ever heard of friedrich nietzsche. im so alone.

happy easter everyone!

Anonymous said:
Just a daily reminder: you are fantastic.

thank you?!

orrsy:

Philip just a little focused on something else. Oh, and baby Stella.

orrsy:

Philip just a little focused on something else. Oh, and baby Stella.

things i like → flowers

"My favorite song of 2009 was Tik Tok by Ke$ha. Especially the opening line, when she says she wakes up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy. I really connected to that sentiment because similarly, I wake up most mornings feeling like Gabe Saporta. And then I’m like, Oh, fuck yeah! I am Gabe Saporta"
- Gabe Saporta (via coffeinecold)
Anonymous said:
but why are you pitching that like "oh patrick kane isn't good enough for sidney crosby"? kaner's got more cups and a conn smythe, plus he's better than crosby at things like stickhandling and shootouts. so idk why you're acting like your precious crosby and malkin are somehow better than kaner and tazer.

oh my god it’s too early for this shit

geekyamazon:

flawless

withmoore:

lexlifts:

alyssaaraee:

i didn’t know alpacas were so majestic

it is my goal to have one of these in my backyard when i am older 

boing boing

withmoore:

lexlifts:

alyssaaraee:

i didn’t know alpacas were so majestic

it is my goal to have one of these in my backyard when i am older 

boing boing

mindy + bj need to stop: a masterpost

benkaling:

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the not-even-close-to-being-definitive masterpost on two soup snakes that are the textbook definition of pda:

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