you know… there were no place at all so they just had to sit like that omg not close at all omg not boyfriends at all omg no
^ exactly…… exactly….
I know I’m not Tumblr famous and I don’t know how many people are going to actually see this but for those that will see this, I just want them to know that this sort of thing happens all the time at my old school, and I’m getting sick of it. They tried to contact that media and it doesn’t seem to be working. I just want people to know that we need this to stop. If we could do something to help this situation, I don’t know what but something, it would help a lot. Nobody deserves this.
Joseph C. Keenan is the principal of the school. I don’t know how long ago this thing happened, but I think we should start sending in polite but stern complaints. We need to let these dicks know that this isn’t going to stay quiet, because this isn’t right. Even if you don’t believe in gay marriage, this is just fucking disgusting and we can’t let these people get away with this.
This is the Head Coaches Home page.
I didn’t see any contact information, but there is a name. Start sending emails if you have time or if you care to.
I’m just gonna pop in here and abuse the mighty force of my lovely followers.
“Dad…how did you meet mom?” Your son asks his father as he looks down at the stone. Your husband gives a laugh and wipes his eyes.
“Are you sure you are ready for that story son?”
“I’m…I’m 15 dad…I think I should know. Especially now.” Your husband’s bottom lip trembles as he remembered back to the first day he met you.
“____! I can’t believe we are actually here!” Your best friend says as she stares wide eyed at you. You laugh and look forward. Finally you and your best friend got tickets and backstage passes to your favorite band’s concert. It had taken them FOREVER to come to your town. And now here you stand off to the right side of the stage. Your heart stops as they come out. First Gustav, then Georg, Tom and then finally his brother, Bill. Everyone around you is screaming their heads off as you just stare in wonder. You catch Tom’s eyes and he smiles at you. You nearly die right then and there.
You’re standing at the door nervously. Throughout the concert Tom smiled at you. You kept telling yourself it was just your imagination. You knew about his reputation and you weren’t too sure you wanted to be a part of it. Finally the door opens and you, your friend and a few other girls are ushered into the room. The band looked tired but put on happy faces for their fans. The night goes on without a hitch; even Tom left you alone, which actually makes you feel kind of bad. It’s almost time for you and the others to leave. So far you had a really good time talking with Georg and Gustav when you felt a hand on your arm.
“Uh..hi. I noticed you all night and I wanted to know…do you want to come back to the hotel with me? Your friend over there is going with my brother so I thought…”
“Really? Alright well…we’re leaving so…” You laugh at his nervousness and follow the band out and to a SUV that was waiting for them.
“So..this is my room.”
“It’s a pig sty Tom…how do you live like this?” You hear him laugh behind you. You have always been a neat freak and to see clothing and miscellaneous items all over the place was screwing with your OCD.
“I’m only here for about a day. Three tops.” You feel his hands on your waist and you instantly get tense. “Relax…it’s going to be fine.” You bite your lip and nod. ‘Screw it. This is a once in a lifetime chance. Why the hell not.’ Once he feels you ease, he turns you to face him and plants a fierce but passionate kiss on your lips. He backs you into the bed. Once the edge hits you knees, they buckle and you fall onto the bed. You reach up and cup his face with your hands and return the kiss. You feel him deepen it and let out a gasp. Getting into the moment, you reach and strip him of his shirt, in which he returns the favor, nearly ripping you shirt off you.
Somehow you are now straddling him in only your pink lace panties, Tom only in his boxers. You took control and start kissing him roughly before moving to nibble on his neck. His hands grip your ass tightly, squeezing every now and then.
“Please…____…I need to feel you.” You nod and watch as he reaches for a condom. You strip him of his boxers and you of your panties. You watch in awe as he rolls the condom on, biting your lip the entire time. You squeak in surprise as he maneuvered himself on top of you. He laughs at your surprised expression before gently sliding into you. Your moans quickly fill the room as you head drops further into the pillow.
“Oh god Tom…” You feel him shudder, his head now in the crook of your neck. His pace picks up, causing you and him to moan louder and louder. He kisses your lips softly and starts moving slower. He moans out your name which slightly surprises you. You can feel yourself coming undone as his motions become more and more faulty. “So…so close Tom..”
“Fick…me..me too…” You both come together as he collapses against in a sweaty mess. You know you’re a one night thing but for some reason you are ok with that.
“So…mom was supposed to be a one night thing?” Your husband laughs and stares at the stone harder.
“Y-yeah…she was. But…I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I had David track her down. We were together for three years before I asked her to marry me. Two years later we had you.” Your husband ruffles your son’s hair and pulls him close.
“This isn’t fair…” Your son starts to cry and buries his face into his father’s side. Your husband holds him tightly, tears freely falling down his tanned cheeks.
“I know it isn’t. But your mom…your mom was sick for a long time. We didn’t…We didn’t catch it in time…sometimes life just…does terrible horrible things. But we have to remember the good times. The happy times with your beautiful mother. She wouldn’t want you to remember her the way she died. Remember her with her beautiful hair and her bright eyes. Before the chemotherapy, before the radiation and she lost her strength.” Your husband takes a deep breath and traces your name on the gravestone. “Your mother would want it that way. She would want us to be happy and to live our lives to the fullest. She would want us to be happy. She loves us more than anything and she’s watching over us. Right now.”
Your husband pulls your son away from your freshly dug grave and back to the car. With one last glance back from the both of your boys, they get in and drive back. Back to their home, back to a life without you.
aahh omg they’re sooooo cute..
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