they got mad
Okay I’m just gonna throw this out here for a sec.
Everyone who said “wake up” or anything of the sort is an ASSHOLE. I’m gonna excuse the people who don’t know about this but that song was written because the singer’s dad died on September first. Supposedly when the funeral for his father came (he was a child) he went to his room and said “wake me up when September ends.” This song is personal to him and anyone who says “wake up” knowing how important this song is is a jackass and I will lose all respect for them.
His father died of cancer. It’s not something to joke about. We’ve all lost someone at some point in our lives. Saying “wake up” to the singer who only wrote this son in memory of a loved one is distrepectful as fuck. How would you like it if someone came over and pissed on the grave of someone you love, whether it be family or friend? That’s essentially what people are doing here.
Green Day/Billie Joe even asked people to stop. To those who didn’t listen: Fuck you. You’re inconsiderate assholes.
Signal Boost the fuck out of this. I want people to know how much it hurts Billie Joe Armstrong to see these goddamn messages every year when all he wanted to do was remember someone he loved.
"Changed my mind," Savanna replied simply, shrugging her shoulders and leaning up to peck Thomas’s chin with her lips. Her perky little nipples peaked almost immediately when the towel dropped down to her lap, and she fluttered her eyelashes at the older man. "How come I can’t go out naked, Daddy?"
Thomas blew a raspberry in distaste, wrinkling his face in a childish manner. He sighed deeply, his eyes wandering down to her pretty little body, his finger tips ghosting over her curves. “You can’t go out naked because one, it’s illegal and two, you’re daddy’s baby girl. Nobody can see daddy’s baby girl but daddy,” he explained with a nod. “If you don’t get dressed then we’ll just have left overs, your call,” he shrugged. Tom didn’t really mind either way, as he didn’t have any particular cravings that night.
yo my babies may be horny but they got class, you cant just waltz right in and expect the gravy
ps i don’t really rp through inbox?? sorry ^^;
With their parents off for the weekend, it meant unlimited sex anywhere and anytime in the house. Wesley loved weekends like this when it was just him and his sister. “How about we do it in mom and dad’s next?”
"Think you can get me off in five minutes? The meeting’s about to start," Thomas smirked, slapping her ass as he bucked his hips up to meet her thrusts.
William thought for a moment, moving over to Tom and pressing his nose against the man’s neck gently for a moment. He hummed softly and nuzzled Tom’s neck. “No, no. Definitely attracted to you. You’re a nice guy and your scent is pretty amazing too.” William murmured, cheeks a soft pink as he leaned against Tom’s shoulder for a moment.
He froze for a moment and gulped, when William came closer to him he took in a strong whiff of his heavenly scent and held back the urge to roll his eyes back. “T-thanks,” Thomas chuckled, “You’re not so bad smelling yourself,” he teased to lighten up the mood a bit despite his growing urges. But he had to keep himself in line and remember that there was to be no sexual advancements, at least not yet.
Pandora smiled softly watching Wesley get into the car. She sighed against his lips before pulling away from the house. “Mommy’s got a surprise for you when we get home.” she cooed brushing her fingers through his unruly curls. She was curious if he had noticed her more larger breasts or not. Knowing Wes he probably did.
"Really?" Wesley grinned, looking at her excitedly, his eyes scanning her and basking her in. A few days of not having her around was torture so he wanted to make up for lost time in all aspects. He rose his brows upon picking up on the surprise, a smirk appearing on his face, "Can’t wait," he licked his lips before biting his lower lip.
"But I don’t want to get dressed, Daddy!!" Perched in Thomas’s lap, fresh from the bath, Savanna was happy to let him towel her dry — but now she’s pouting, and hitting him with those big brown puppy-dog eyes.
Thomas sighed, his hands falling to her lap along with the towel he was drying her with. “Then what? Are we not going to go out like you wanted? I thought you wanted to eat out tonight.”
William laughed softly and pushed the second plate towards Tom. “I got a plate out for you.” He murmured softly, digging into his own plate of food and mulling over his next words. “I, uhm, I’m still really sorry about the other day.” He mumbled, glancing up at Tom. “I hope you didn’t take what I said to heart.”
"—Oh," Tom gulped, chuckling. "Thank you," he said, taking the plate and using it instead. "It’s alright," He shrugged. "I wouldn’t blame you, and well… I couldn’t really control myself either. So really we’re both at fault. Though, I was really surprised how you handled yourself," he paused, "Or maybe you’re not attracted to me?" He took another mouthful of food. There were rare cases of omegas not being into certain alphas and their smells, whereas alphas salivate at every omega scent they pick up on.
"Hmn… Kitchen. Wesley might get mad if we eat in the living room. I’m kinda messy." William said, perching himself at the counter and putting his food onto a plate.
"Alright!" Tom grinned and grabbed himself a plastic fork from the bag and began eating right from the container. He was just used to living by himself and eating off of take away containers instead of plates.