thinking about mac getting up every morning to peel an apple for dennis and dennis waking up to the familiar sound of mac bustling around in the kitchen every day without fail; mac, brushing his teeth, having to stand on his tip-toes because dennis is standing in front of him peering at the mirror as he applies his mascara; their shoes and jackets by the door, their keys hung up side-by-side and sometimes mac grabs both of them to toss dennis his as they leave the apartment. thinking about their apartment, their kitchen, their bathroom, their movie nights, their monthly dinners, and the small bits of domesticity that exist in their life together even if they refuse to acknowledge it.
on any given day i am always fucking thinking of dennis awkwardly kissing frank on the top of the head and asking "was that okay to do?" in the softest and most hesitant voice, i am always thinking of him being told yeah, it was nice, and i am Always thinking about the fact that he recognized this was something they both seemingly wanted and deliberately telegraphed his movements and asked if that was okay to do. was that okay to do. was it okay, because i have no reference point for this kind of uncorrupted platonic, familial, purposeless affection. did you mind that. did i embarrass myself. did i cross a line. did i read the signs correctly. is this what it's like to have a father. have you ever had this before? is this what we're meant to do? was that okay to do?
these dumbasses + thinking they know what they’re talking about
What exactly does he mean by “it’s never gonna happen” because I’m pretty sure ‘it’ is already happening
hot. (don’t worry about what happens directly after this)
oh.. 😐 wha happen?
At this point when I die my favorite episodes of it’s always sunny are gonna flash before my eyes instead of memories of my loved ones
"cool character I guess..." I mutter, walking away with a suspiciously character shaped lump in my throat