And now we picture Tarby and LasFas in bed together, facing opposite directions. Neither is willing to fall asleep first, for both fear and titulating excitement. And yet each pretends. So both press their nails forward in ernest, biting the pillow to avoid crying out and waking the other, while the other digs around in their chest cavity for forgotten organs.

And I’m going to find them the next morning, still 69’ing, bodily fluids everywhere they shouldn’t be. Like soaking through a mattress and pooled on the floor.

Don’t let Tumblr Shipping ruin lives.