am single

Listen I’m bi as Heck and as much as I love girls, I also love boys? Boys are amazing and pure and liking boys is a wonderful feeling? I never see a lot of posts talking about cute boys so

Some Boy Aesthetics™ I’m in love with include:

Their tired grins? Have you seen a cute boy grin when he’s tired? Life Changing

Sleeves rolled up to forearms is all good and Well but also when they have Sweater Paws in their hoodies or jumpers? Makes the tallest of them seem so smol? I’m lov?

When they run their hand through their hair and it sticks up in places and it looks So Good

Collar Bones

Soft pudgy stomachs they absolutely make me melt

When ya boy gets flustered A++ Bonus points if he giggles Boys giggling is Everything

I want a relationship with someone who always wants to talk to me, no matter the time. I want a relationship with someone who I can have a genuine conversation with. I want a relationship with someone who I can trust and doesn’t make me question whether or not they want to be with me. I want a relationship with someone who cares about how my day was and how my dad is. I want a relationship with someone who isn’t always happy and positive. You can be upset and crying, I promise to comfort you and help the best I can. I will always be by your side. I just hope you do the same for me. I want a relationship with someone who I can have fun with and joke around with. Who doesn’t take everything so seriously and can laugh at themselves. I want a relationship with someone who is confident. Go ahead, be cocky and proud of yourself. Confidence is cute. I want a relationship with someone who I can be myself with and not have to worry about impressing you or being judged. I want a relationship with someone who I can take everywhere and show them off to the world because I’m proud to be with you. I want a relationship with someone who will put the effort in and try to make things last. I want a relationship with someone who I can love. Who I can treat like a queen. I just want a relationship with someone that means something.

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100 Days of AmazingPhil → 1/100

I’M SORRY!

I haven’t animated in so long??

the signs as harry styles by harry styles lyrics

aries: i need something, i need something new

taurus: welcome to the final show / hope you’re wearing your best clothes

gemini: open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see / that I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me

cancer: wherever i go you bring me home

leo:  HARD LIQUOR MIXED WITH A BITTER INTELLECT

virgo: I GOTTA GET BETTER / GOTTA GET BETTER

libra: why won’t you ever say what you wanna say

scorpio: i’m selfish, i know / i don’t ever wanna see you with him

sagittarius: ohhhhhhh tell me something i don’t already know

capricorn: I’M HAVIN YOUR BABY / IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

aquarius: must desert you just before you go

pisces: you can’t bribe the door on the way to the sky

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Destiel AU: Dean Winchester leaves Lawrence on a whim to go to visit his childhood best friend, Castiel Novak, at Stanford. He breaks in, intending to make this a surprise visit. but things don’t quite go as planned when Castiel initially mistakes him for an intruder. [read the ficlet on ao3]

Dean didn’t know what possessed him to get in the Impala and drive across the country. Or maybe he did, but he was too much of a chickenshit to admit it. It certainly hadn’t been an easy trip. Stanford was thousands of miles away from Lawrence. Twenty-six hours of drive-time if you followed the speed limit (which he didn’t). So like it or not, ending up five states away at his best friend’s doorstep at 1am was not something he could brush off as an accident, and that scared him.

It scared him that Cas might look at his presence and know exactly what Dean was scared to say.

It was a good thing he had a lot of practice ignoring his own feelings, because if he’d really let himself appreciate the gravity of what he was doing, he probably wouldn’t have been able to get out of the car. He made his way to the front door, double checking the address on his phone. He could feel his heart rate speeding up in anxious anticipation. He couldn’t believe it had been months since they’d seen each other without the aid of computer screens.

Thinking about the last time he’d seen Cas wasn’t really something he liked to do. He knew he had no one but himself to blame for that day Cas had driven off, his long suffering Pimpmobile full to bursting with clothes and furniture for his new apartment.They’d exchanged goodbyes on the sidewalk. Dean had so many things he wanted to say but he’d swallowed them down so Cas wouldn’t hear the lump that was stuck in his throat.

“I’ll see you at Christmas,” Cas had said, trying to smile at him.

Dean wanted to remind him that he could call anytime he wanted, that they would Facebook message every day, that Dean would be thinking about him…but instead all he’d done was nod solemnly. Cas grinned at him like he understood and opened his arms for a hug.

Dean was usually the one who held back from physical contact but this time he’d surprised himself, pulling Cas in tight, breathing him in for what promised to be the last time in a long time. He’d patted Cas’s back, instead of burying his head against Cas’s shoulder the way he wanted.

After a moment they’d pulled away and Cas had given Dean that look he reserved for the times when he knew Dean wanted to say something but wouldn’t. That look that promised not to judge him, if Dean could only lend himself the same courtesy. But Dean wasn’t that much of a dick. He might have been in love with his best friend, and sure, he might not have admitted it to himself until the worst possible moment, but he certainly wasn’t going to ruin this day for Cas. His friend had a long day of driving ahead of him today, and yet another one tomorrow. He didn’t need to spend it thinking about how Dean was a giant cry baby who didn’t want him to leave. Cas had great opportunities waiting for him at Stanford, with even greater people, of this Dean was sure.

So after they’d said their goodbyes, as Cas was getting into his car, Dean had dropped his hand on Cas’s shoulder. For a moment he searched for the right words that would encompass everything he wanted to tell him.

That Cas was the best friend he’d ever had. That Dean was proud of him. That he was loved. There was nothing that could quite do the job, or at least nothing he could let himself say. But Cas was looking up at him with those big guileless blue eyes and Dean had to say something.

“Don’t ever change,” Dean told him, annoyed by the way his voice grew rough with emotion.

He’d thought about that moment a million times in the months that followed, going over it again and again and wishing he’d done it differently. But now was not the time to dwell on the past, now was the time to remember everything he’d ever read about picking locks.

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hAPPY VALENTINES DAY

I First intended to have the background colored, but I thought it would be better if bill was in the mindscape thinking of some nice catchlines for…..A special someone.

i’m not saying exo’s lay zhang yixing would be the best at doing the eve choreography but exo’s lay zhang yixing would be the best at doing the eve choreography