what should i do on the plane
fuck the plane
im gonna fuck the plane
If you saw me in the Shower, I would:
 Pull you in
 Yell “Get Out!’
 Pull you in and make out
 Pull you in and get wet
 Ignore What you’re doing
If we kissed by accident, i would:
 Keep Kissing
 Bitch slap
 Be in shock
 Push you away
I love your :
 A Hot Photo of my muse
Should we reblog?:
Fino stumbles into his room, dropping his empty bottle into the nearby waste bin. It had been one eventful week, and now it was all over… An aftergame party was the perfect way to end the night. Alot of drinks, alot of laughs, he even managed a steamy makeout session with… um… Dammit, he forgot already…
The redhead stopped in front of his dresser mirror, stripping off his clothes, and assessing the damage from the festivities. Not too bad, considering how much he was bringing to the table…
He sighed. “Yup, an eventful week…” he snagged a picture from the corner of his mirror, catching the faces of all the reapers, and one demon. “I hope you got everything you were looking for, Hon…” He mused, fondly focusing on Twilight’s face.
The sudden wave of nostalgia hitting him, Fino bent over to the bottom drawer of his dresser, pulling out a whole shoebox worth of photos. From the many, he plucked one out, reminiscing with a sort of affection in his eyes. “You too…” He smiled.
There was younger version of himself,(or at least, a live version of himself) taking a selfie of himself in what appeared to be a bus stop mirror. But really, it was the blurred figure behind him he focused on the most. Someone who he had once thought he could never imagine his life without.
Fino sighed. “Growing up is so hard to do…” He tossed both photos into the box, and stuffed the box back into the drawer. “It’s a good thing I stopped a long time ago…” He closed the drawer, before making a stilted trek over to the shower.
"We are all here to change. Each Game teaches us something that we haven’t realized.
It’s not survival of the fittest. It’s enlightenment.”