Tronblr gets part of the blame because good god all the food porn art I can't. Also, food can be very sensual. So's finger-sucking.
The tweetficlet I wrote while flipping out over this
capkinkmeme fill of mine is about neither.
Sam's said embarrassing shit on and off all his life but blurting out, "Just because they look the same doesn't mean I want sex tips," to his godmother during lunch takes the cake. The only saving grace is that it's just him and Lora, and that it's *Lora*. She raises an eyebrow at him and says, "Duly noted." Sam stares at his panini, and then wishes he could die when she asks, "He likes chocolate, doesn't he?"
Because everything needs more Lora.