Person: They’re a fictional character, it’s not like you can ever date them anyway 


Originally posted by overthinking-nothing

NCT Dream
  • expectation: angels! cute, innocent smols! they sing about chewing gums! they have the purest™ hearts
  • reality: purely savage. violent kids. defies their leader

Honestly I think the phantom of the opera was such a good villain because he’s so relatable. I too would lock myself away in my bedroom, demand ridiculous amounts of money, and use my unhealthy obsessions to unsuccessfully seduce someone I have the hots for

splatapus99  asked:

Headcanon: Funzo was also one of the board games Frank brought

Ummm excuse you, Frank actually likes the people in that house, there’s no way he would subject them to Funzo. 

“So. Uhm.”

Nursey looked up from his laptop.

“Hey Will,” he greeted happily “How’s your day going?”

“Good. Yours?” Dex asked, as he took the seat across from him at the table.

“Yeah, great actually. Most of my classes were cancelled so that was nice.” Nursey said. “What’s in the bag babe?”

Ded fiddled with the gift bag he was carrying for a moment before answering.

“Its…uh…its for you. I heard it was World Poetry Day and that’s such a you type of day you know? So I uhm..I got you this.” Dex held out the bag nervously.

“Aww Will. There was no need.” Nursey said as he opened the bag.

“Well I can take it back…” Dex joked.

“No way. This notebook is gorgeous.” Nursey exclaimed, pulling it out of the bag.

“I got the thick paper because I know you lean heavily on your pen.” Dex explained as Nursey flicked through the notebook. “And that fancy looking pen you were looking at in the shop last week is in the bag too.”

Nursey smiled as he pulled that out of the bag too.

“Thanks Will. I didn’t know you noticed.”

“Of course I did. I pay attention to what you like babe. Or try to anyway.” Dex said blushing faintly as he spoke.

“Thank you.” Nursey said. He leaned over the table and gave Dex a quick kiss. “Now I feel bad I have nothing for you.”

“Just write something that makes you happy in your new poetry notebook.” Dex said smiling “That’s gift enough”

Nursey uncapped his new pen, appreciating its heaviness in his hand before writing. He appreciated the thickness of the paper as he wrote, using skills he’d learned in a calligraphy class his teacher at Andover insisted he took.

“There it is.” Nursey said, holding up the notebook for Dex to see. “One thing that makes me happy:


“You’re such a sap.” Dex said, as he grinned at Nursey.

“But you love it.”

“Yeah.” Dex smiled at him “Yeah I do.”