May. 22, 12

2

Whoa, hey guys, what’s going on?!

Oops okay just kidding this seems intense BYE

May. 18, 12

289

michiganstarkid:

Starkid ⇢ 13/100

May. 17, 12

10

if my heart was a house you’d be home || M-o-s-v-o-l-o 

giantjimpovolo:

~~let’s do the time warp again~~

Jim had been anticipating this part of the night since he purchased the bear earlier in the day. All throughout lunch he had to restrain himself from asking right then, knowing that the ring was safely stored on the bus, and what’s a proposal without a ring. He even stopped himself from giving subtle hints, wanting this to be a complete surprise. He knew it was not a complete grand gesture, like some of the proposals he googled, but it was still something that was close to Joe’s tastes. If build a bear had muppets for purchase, that would have just been the above and beyond, but now wasn’t the time to nitpick.

Taking a deep breath, Jim got up from the hotel bed, stretching out and turning to face Joe. “You know, no one’s on the bus, and I believe we still haven’t christened your bed, or the Jacuzzi…” he bluntly suggested, raising an eyebrow in question. He wasn’t really going to take no for an answer, and sex was the surest way to get Joe on the bus and seeing the bear. Grabbing his hand, he pulled the smaller man up, allowing him to take the lead to the bus, wanting to see his reaction.

Doubt began to cloud his mind as they stepped onto the bus, fear that it was too soon, or just plain rejection, plagued him, and it took a good head shake to put those thoughts at bay. Seeing Joe reach his bed, Jim quickly got down on one knee, prepared to ask the man of his dreams, and only owner the thing beating wildly in his chest for his hand in eternity. Smiling nervously, Jim motioned towards the panda box in the build-a-bear’s hand, “Squeeze the little guy’s hand and open the box babe.” Jim waited to hear the ‘Joe, I love you, will you be mine forever, no matter what?’ Then his lungs decided they couldn’t function until after Joe answered. He was reminded of how fortunate he never really got into smoking, for he was prepared to wait at least 3 minutes before passing out from lack of oxygen.

Joe had been completely unaware of Jim’s scheme all day. Any hints probably wouldn’t have occurred to him anyway, seeing as he was a bit dense and clueless. He was just so thrilled to finally have a day of just he and Jim doing whatever they pleased, no one else making faces and mocking awws at their kisses. It was just them, and that was all he could ever ask for.

Joe had been laying on Jim’s bed, his small frame just barely taking up a quarter of the large bed that Jim had requested specifically for his height. He had his face pressed deep into the big fluffy pillows, ready to take a nap for the first time in weeks, when Jim moved off of the bed. He groaned and removed his face from the ungodly soft pillow and looked up at him, half glaring in an attempt to subconsciously will him back onto the bed for more cuddles, when the suggestion for sex arose and he groaned. Jim knew his one weakness was his overactive sex drive, and he felt himself being pulled out of the bed, “Yeah okay,” he grumbled, still half asleep.

He led Jim out to the bus and pulled the door open, glad that the driver wasn’t lurking around, “Yesssss,” he cheered silently, now very excited for bunk/jacuzzi sex. He pulled off his shoes, as he hated wearing shoes to begin with, and shuffled to the back of the bus to the door into the sleeping quarters. He slid that open and spotted the stuffed animal on his bed, and suddenly frowned, “Who is leaving their stuff on my bed? Whos is this?” He approached it and was about to toss it over to Meredith’s bed, when he noticed just what it was. It was a build-a-bear, and in a little tuxedo at that. His heart just melted. He was kind of a big kid in all honesty, “Awww. He’s adorable,” he murmured before hearing Jim’s request and without questioning him or looking back, pressed the little button in it’s paw while picking up the small panda box which he hadn’t seen until now.

He opened the box and saw the ring right at the recording ended. His big brown eyes stretched wide and he nearly dropped the bear as one of his hands flew up to his mouth, “Oh my God,” He breathed, his hands suddenly shaking quite violently, “Oh my God, Jim,” he turned back to him, seeing the man of his dreams on one knee. If that wasn’t enough to get him choked up, nothing was. He felt the tears rolling down his cheeks before he even felt them in the corners of his eyes. Holding the box with one hand, and the bear held in the crook of his elbow, he nodded, “Yes,”

May. 16, 12

19

May. 16, 12

179

ayakashi-san:

Nothing Suits Me Like A Suit (Barney Stinson & Co.)

May. 13, 12

68

May. 13, 12

10

if my heart was a house you’d be home || M-o-s-v-o-l-o 

giantjimpovolo:

Jim watched on as Joe laughed about the boy scouts admission, an amused smile on his face. You were in boy scouts! Jim couldn’t help the oath that was drilled into his brain since childhood coming out, “‘On my honor, I will do my best: to do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law; to help other people at all times; to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight.’ … Yeah I was in the boy scouts.” He shrugged, “It must’ve slipped my mind about telling you. I’m sure if you asked my mom she’d be happy to show you all the embarrassing pictures.” Jim had enjoyed his boy scouts time, but eventually he got bored with the amount of patriotism he had to show, especially when the world wasn’t that great. Plus, video games came around. Better graphics, more indoors time than out.

Grabbing the bag from the pet shop, Jim happily pulled out a few things he bought Taco. “I know I make fun of the dogs that wear clothes, but this winter proved that lil Taco can’t exactly take the cold, so I had to buy him a leather jacket. I just had too. If they sold little dog shades, bro would be sporting them. He could be a little greaser.” Jim wasn’t ashamed to admit he was that dog owner, who took way too many pictures, and thought his dog was the best in the world. It was just facts.

Placing everything back inside the bag, he waved goodbye to the people who worked at the coffee shop, thanking them for their good coffee. Grabbing Joe’s hand, he walked out the shop, pausing for a second before determining what way would be the fastest way to the restaurant. “We won’t need a cab. It’s just a fifteen minute walk from hear according to Mabel.” He tugged the smaller man in a certain direction, confident in his decision. “So, is there any touristy type attraction that caught your eye that you’d like to do? Or is it a lazy, stay at the hotel type of day?”

Joe’s face absolutely lit up at the mention of Jim’s mother. Mrs. Povolo was almost like a second mother to him, and ever after he and Jim had broken up, she didn’t seem to be too upset at him, as if she’d always known they would get back together. He nodded, “Okay! I love your mommy,” he chirped, telling Jim what he already knew, and bounced in his chair in excitement. Plus the oppertunity to see pictures of little Jim never made him unhappy.

Joe watched as Jim materialized all of Taco’s new gifts. He covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing as he pulled out the tiny leather jacket, “Oh, babe, really?” He couldn’t help but giggle. He reached across the table and took the jacket, looking it over, “This is ridiculous. Are you really going to put him in this?” He grinned, knowing just what the answer was. He loved Jim, but his obsession with his dog was just hilarious.

He handed the jacket back as they stood up. Feeling Jim’s larger hand slip into his, a little tingle of joy rushed down his spine. He shrugged his shoulders, “Oh, I’m okay for anything. But lounging is always a good choice,” he smiled up at him, giving his hand a squeeze.

May. 7, 12

10

if my heart was a house you’d be home || M-o-s-v-o-l-o 

giantjimpovolo:

“I quite like this mall. It’s not that puzzling,” he shrugged, having figured out where most of the stores were at after one walk-through. “You probably just don’t have my built in GPS system I gained from years of boy scouts.” Jim listened as Joe went on about his day, a smile permanently present on his face. He probably would continue to smile, regardless of whatever happened that day. His happiness level was a little high, not that he could complain. “That sounds like a lot of fun babe,” he conceded, knowing that in fact it was probably pretty boring.

Jim shrugged at Joe’s question, “Not too much. I found this great pet shop in the mall that sold a bunch of toys and even bow ties, so I spoiled Taco already.” And I purchased a stuffed animal and plan on proposing to you with it, but all in all it’s been a boring day. “This couple earlier told me about this vegan friendly restaurant that I’m thinking we should try. And don’t worry, the husband said that there are still meat entrees and he even said they had macaroni and cheese as a side order,” at the mention of mac and cheese, Jim exaggerated a shudder, complete with disgusted face at the idea of the food. Changing back into a smile, Jim bargained, “We could check it out, my treat? I should probably get something into my stomach before a coffee-induced ulcer hits my stomach. I wonder if that’s real..” he pulled out his phone, preparing to google the question. “Oh I’m good, no ulcers in sight, but I am kind of hungry. The pet shop lady and I talked a long time about Taco.” He got up from the table, discarding the empty coffee cups, and motioned to the barista, “You sure you don’t want something? This is my last offer..”

Joe smiled back. He liked when Jim was in a good mood like this. He found it easier to be in a good mood himself. The image of fully-grown Jim in a tiny boy scouts uniform made him snort and nearly choke on his own breath, “You were in boy scouts!” He tried to cover the exclamation by making it more of a question and placed his chin back in his hands, clearing his throat before inevitably dissolving back into a fit of giggles, “That is so cute, i never knew that,”

“Awww, what did you get for him?” He asked, craning his neck to peek into one of the bags beside Jim’s chair. He was horribly allergic to the little dog, but he loved him so much that the sneezing all seemed worth it in the end. At the mention of a vegan restaurant, Joe wrinkled his nose. He wasn’t a big fan of vegan substitute foods, Jim knew this well from when Joe nearly puked up the coconut milk he offered him into his kitchen sink. But when Jim noted that they had his favorite food there, he nodded eagerly, “Sounds good to me,” he chirped, getting up with him. He shook his head again, “No, no, I’m good with being socially acceptable,”

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May. 7, 12

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if my heart was a house you’d be home || M-o-s-v-o-l-o 

giantjimpovolo:

Jim would have been concerned about how long he had to wait for Joe to arrive at the shop, but he was on his third cup of coffee, and he had some proposal jitters, so time was flying by pretty quickly for him. On the outside he was collected, calm, and even had a nice conversation with an elderly couple that came into the shop. He was given tips on which restaurants to go to and avoid, and how this one waitress was so rude that everyone needed to know not to eat there. They reminded him of his grandparents, and a part of him was really sad to say goodbye. He had to shake himself from those thoughts, not wanting to slip into a depressed state before he saw Joe. He still didn’t know exactly what they were going to do that day, but he at least had the ending planned out.

Feeling a presence approaching, Jim smiled as he felt the familiar lips touching his cheek. “Hey,” he replied, bringing the coffee cup towards his lips to finish the last sip. “Don’t know. Wanted some coffee. I ordered you some, but you took a little long, and I happened to drink yours and about two other cups. So, if I don’t fall asleep until next week, well I’m going to blame you,” he teased, winking at the small man in front of him.

He glanced around the coffee shop, noticing how slow business was on that day. “If you want something, I could go order it. I’m sure I could knock back one more coffee and reach super speed, or my heart would explode. But I’m sure it’d be safe.” He was only joking, if anything he’d just order a water to go before their big adventure. “Have you done anything interesting today?”

Seeing the empty coffee cups between them, Joe rolled his eyes, “You brought it upon yourself, you didn’t have to drink mine. I don’t even feel bad,” he replied with a bit of a smile, “And for the record, I was only late because this fucking mall - oh, excuse me,” he covered his mouth with his hand when he saw a mother with a young child giving him a death glare, “… is laid out like a maze. I passed this one restaurant like four times until i stopped for directions,”

He wrinkled his nose, not a huge fan of coffee because of how jittery and socially unacceptable it made him. He shook his head, “No, I’m okay. I wanted to keep some of my dignity today,” he sat back and thought for a moment, “Well, besides my mall-navigation extravaganza, not really. Julia wanted Dylan and I to rehearse some more but I slept in, so I just lazed around and waited to hear from you,” he shrugged, “how about you?”

May. 7, 12

3

How much money is in the f-jar on the tour buses? 

juliathestoryteller:

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You probably don’t actually want to know

May. 7, 12

10

if my heart was a house you’d be home || M-o-s-v-o-l-o 

giantjimpovolo:

Jim was certainly losing his mind on the small, crowded tour bus that he was confined to for the next however many days there were in the apocalyptic tour. He loved his friends, dearly, well, at times at least, but at the moment, his claustrophobia was getting the best of him, and he couldn’t help imagining zombies taking over the bus and he would be trapped in the little cubicle they called a ‘bed’. It was the fourth of May, and Jim had no idea where they were, just knew that he wanted to not be on the bus, and actually wanted a little privacy.

Scrolling through his call list, he paused at the recent phone conversation between his grandmother and himself the other day. She was checking up on things, wanting to make sure he was doing fine. It amazed him how even after losing her husband, his grandmother wasn’t giving up on life. He was scared that she might lose the will to live shortly afterward, like a lot of people he read about one depressing night. Instead she was taking care of things, gardening more, and doting on Jim more.

Her recent conversation was a reminder to what his grandfather had given to Jim in his will. In addition to some of his items, currency, and the boat Jim had his eye on since he was a young boy, he received a DVD. On the disc were the last words his grandfather had for Jim, and they were burned into his memory having replayed the clip at least a hundred times. He never told anyone about the DVD, besides his grandmother, since it would feel wrong to deny the love of his grandfather’s life access to his parting words.

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Joe was completely unaware of Jim’s plans. He’d always known Jim was a bit of a sappy romantic, but it always caught him off guard when he did cute little things like this. He was plenty romantically minded himself, with the sweet little good morning texts and wearing Jim’s hoodies regardless of how he drowned in them, but he never really did the whole gifts thing (mostly because of his lack of responsibility with money). So when Jim bought him things, he usually felt horribly guilty about it.

He was in the hotel room when he got Jim’s text to meet him at the mall. He managed to hail a taxi all on his own, which was hard to do when he was so small. He wasn’t sure where the mall was, but luckily the driver did. He also was terrible with navigation, which was usually where Jim would come in. He was able to read maps so easily, one of the skills that Joe quite obviously lacked. He kind of liked that about them, however. It was like they completed each other. Or something corny like that.

After asking directions and walking in circles for about an hour, he managed to find the little coffee shop. He hoped that Jim wasn’t upset about him taking so long. He crept up behind him and leaned over his shoulder, kissing his cheek, “hey, handsome,” he chirped before heading around the table to sit across from him, “What brings you here?”

May. 1, 12

1

its official, I’m allergic to the bus.

Apr. 26, 12

7

giantjimpovolo:

littledevin:

juliathestoryteller:

Katie was a princess who lived in a mansion with prostitutes.

Devin was a Pharaoh who likes to eat in fancy restaurants with children.

anddd Maddy was a princess who loves sleeping with a jar of pickles.

Jim Povolo was a potato who loves sleeping with children

Joe Moses was a novelist who loves sleeping with prostitutes.

Apr. 26, 12

61

dirt-grub:

scariest thing ever.