Hannah Hart and Tyler Oakley attend the 2014 GLAAD San Francisco Gala
YouTube the video game
I know there are a lot of youtubers missing but i tried my hardest to get as many people in it at least once, so sorry if I missed your fave but its impossible to put everyone in it but if you like this one then I could make a second one
why isnt this an actual video game
More stuff!! :))
There isn’t a song to go along with this chapter, but I’m happy I got this finished.
Hartsquared prompt, real life lesbian sex. Spoiler alert, real life sexy times aren’t always completely sexy. I hope you enjoy this silliness.
The room is completely dark, except for the glow of the TV, credits rolling, over produced orchestral track playing. Far too many Thai food containers line the coffee table, and as I shift I wish I hadn’t eaten quite so much of it myself. I feel her stir behind me, though from my position I don’t know if she is awake or asleep. She’s been quite for an awful long time now, which points more to sleep and less to her dedication to enjoying the movie. Her arm is heavy across my waist, another sign that the woman breathing evenly behind me is asleep.
“Mamrie.” I say as I attempt to move from under her grasp, my arm is numb and my bladder is begging me to get up. With no movement on her part, I pick up her arm and crawl out from under it.
“Where are you going?” A groggy voice says from behind me.
“I have to pee.”
“Meet me in the bedroom?” She asks. It’s not a sexy invite, it’s a statement of fact, an update on her intended location.
“Yeah, I’ll be in in a minute.” I say disappearing in to the bathroom.
It’s been a long day for both of us, I tell myself as the thought of sex enters my mind. It’s obvious she is exhausted, and exhaustion is the natural enemy of sexy times. Plus, I just realized as I pulled up my pants I haven’t shaved in at least a week. As I brush my teeth I try to remember when exactly it was I shaved last, and come up with a concept for completely unnecessary app that keeps track of such benign life events.
Ugh. I shouldn’t have eaten so much. I decide I might as well take an antacid now instead of waiting for the hell fires to wake me up from a dead sleep later.
Mamrie is sitting on the edge of the bed when I walk in to the bedroom, putting on some kind of eye cream for the night.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted any updates to my fics and I apologize. I’m just not motivated to do it most of the time. BUT here’s this! Hope you enjoy. :)
When the teacher asks you pretty much anything in school x
I’m confident in who I am.
Maybe just a little bit… feel better soon Hannah!