derpy love

if i could have one wish, it would be to look at Ten’s camera roll because i just know that he has a ton of super cute pictures with himself and Johnny

like cute pictures of them eating food together

pictures of Johnny sleeping and Ten pretending to sleep next to him

pictures where they are just looking at each other and you just know how much they love each other, 

probably a bunch of Johnny spam pics

videos of them dancing or doing something stupid or slightly illegal 

and probably a lot more pictures like the ones they are taking here

sm do us all a favor and please release their pictures

   “Tw-Twlight..you don’t think that Owlicious…is gonna eat Winne right?” Derpy said meekly as she eyed the owl, hugging her precious pet against her chest. “I’ve seen one of those..animal documentaries a-and..I-I’m just a little worried…”

Confession // Drunk!Shinya x Guren

“And how was your day?” the white-haired man asked sweetly. His raven-haired companion groaned in response. 

“Shinya, why are you even here?”

“Aw, don’t you appreciate my company, Guren?” Shinya hiccuped, his words coming out slightly slurred and unintelligible. 

“You’re drunk, go home,” was all Guren had to say in response. “I never asked you to come to this party.” 

“C’mon, I’m not that drunk!” the Hiragi protested. Guren groaned again. “Take me home with you,” Shinya suggested. “Then we can have some real fun.” 

“Remind me you’re never allowed to drink again,” Guren grumbled, attempting to lift his drunken comrade out of his seat. “Oof,” he groaned. “When the hell did you get so heavy?”

“Excuse me,” Shinya retorted between hiccups, “I’m lighter than you are.”

“Whatever.” Guren wrapped his arms around Shinya’s middle, hauling him up a little less than gently outside to where his car was parked. 

“Did you have to carry me from there?” the younger man giggled, rubbing his well-muscled abdomen gingerly. 

“Next time, I’ll carry you from your stupid white hair,” Guren muttered, clearly annoyed although there was also an undeniable pink tinge rising in his cheeks.

Shinya flopped down on the backseat of Guren’s car, still giggling. Tiredly, Guren took the driver’s seat and started the engine. 

“You can feel my abs for real when we get to your place,” Shinya told his unforetold chauffeur. 

“Shut up.” 

“You can feel all of me if you want, actually.” 

“I said shut up.” 

“Alright, fine.” Shinya relaxed, stretching out across the soft, leather seat. Not to Guren’s surprise, the light-haired man spoke again after a few moments. “I love you, Guren.” 

“You’re really drunk, aren’t you?” Guren chuckled. 

“No, I mean it. I really do.” 

“Well, I love you too, idiot.” He paused for a heartbeat before adding, “I just sure hope you don’t remember me saying that after the hangover.” A small smile crept across his face, and although Guren didn’t turn around, but he was sure Shinya was smiling as well.