backwards hats

💕Types of boys💕:

I always see these posts but I’ve never seen one about boys so I decided to make one!! 💕💕

  • Sunrise boys: sitting on the rooftop at dawn, eyes that are always bright, slumber parties full of laughs, taking pictures with the flash on
  • Stained glass boys: open curtains, centuries old buildings, watercolor paintings, dragon wings
  • Lemonade boys: the reflection of light on water, burying your feet in the sand, iced tea, backwards hats
  • Log cabin boys: fireplaces, warm hugs, soft flannels, baking cookies perfectly
  • Lavender boys: fuzzy blankets, waking up in the morning without an alarm, foggy days, cappuccinos with fancy designs
  • Constellation boys: freckles, holographic highlighter, going on late night drives, walking barefoot on concrete
  • Moonlight boys: dried roses, the color of the sky during dusk, handwritten notes, dancing in the kitchen at 2 am
  • Peach boys: juice boxes, the feeling of sunlight hitting your skin, thrift stores, taking pictures with friends
  • Thunderstorm boys: watching the raindrops roll down the car window, oversized hoodies, pink cheeks and nose from the wind, passion
  • Asphalt boys: the wind in your face while riding your skateboard, comfortable silence, scraped knees and knuckles, trusting few but trusting them with your life

*   —  —   VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’
‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’
‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’
‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’
‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’
‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’
‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’
‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’
‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’
‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’
‘  and they were roommates!  ’
‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’
‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’
‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’
‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’
‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’
‘  bitch disgusting  ’
‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’
‘  so no head?  ’
‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’
‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’
‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’
‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’
‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’
‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’
‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’
‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’
‘  look at all those chickens  ’
‘  i smell like beef  ’
‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’
‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’
‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’
‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’
‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’
‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’
‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’
‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’
‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’
‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’
‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’
‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’
‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’
‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’
‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’
‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’
‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’
‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’
‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’
‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’
‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’
‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’
‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’
‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’
‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’
‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’
‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’
‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’
‘  he needs some milk!  ’
‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’
‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’
‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’
‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’
‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’
‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’
‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’
‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’
‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’
‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’
‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

gay/trans/lgbt+ ppl are pressured to ‘’not be stereotypes/cliche” or ‘’be too obvious” while cishet ppl literally all look the same yeah ok lol bye

you’re a butch lesbian?? you wanna wear flannel and backward hats and be masculine?? go for it!!

you’re a femme gay dude whos super soft and wants to wear makeup?? go ahead!!

you’re a trans boy and u wanna be super duper masculine?? do it!!!!!

you’re a nb trans girl and u wanna be ultra feminine? yessssss girl!!!!

you dont gotta ‘’subvert stereotypes’’ or any of that shit.

sweet vld stan aes ♡

shiro stans: cloudy weather, the smokey smell of forests, foggy mornings, sunrise, black cats with bright eyes, vintage cars, soft damp hair, hot coffee in the morning, the city lights, night time driving, an owl hooting at night, star gazing, combat boots, late night conversations, calloused hands, lightening cracking across darkened skies, comfortable silence

keith stans: naps while it rains, cool breeze through your hair, a cats soft purr, full book shelves along the walls, incense burning, the calm before the storm, twilight, dimly lit rooms, snow peaked mountains, leather jackets, harley davidson motorcycles, finger less gloves, overcast weather, graffiti, late night concerts, dyed hair, a vintage painting 

lance stans: a softly played (latin) guitar, warm sand at the beach, the smell of salt water in the air, the gentle lapping of water, hat on backwards, good smelling lotions, gentle face masks, the sound of the ocean waves, feeling the sun warm your skin for the first time today, clear blue skies, open fields, tree leaves rustling in the wind, the smell of sun screen, bubble gum, tanned skin, jean jackets

hunk stans: warm clothes straight out the dryer, fresh baked cookies that melt in your mouth, florescent lit up rooms, converse all stars, sweat pants, telescopes, constellations, star gazing, road trips, candid photos, bandannas, history and art museums, cameras, nose kisses, long walks, roller coasters, bumblebees, splashing in the water, the smell of a fresh and newly bought book, abstract paintings, pizzerias, old nintendo video games

pidge stans: falling asleep in libraries, bicycles with baskets full of books, collared shirts, classic literature, potted plants, neat handwriting, daydreaming, ice cream trucks, big headphones, sunflowers,round vintage glasses, quick tapping of fingers on a keyboard, shelves full of journals, doodles on notes, christmas lights strung up along the walls, fishnet leggings

allura stans: bath bombs, space buns, flower crowns, bright eye shadow, red lipstick, the moon, pink lemonade, rose water, sunset, romantic poetry, watercolors, running through a meadow, messy buns, floral dresses, iced tea, going to the fair, cotton candy, milkshakes, flower shops, silk night gown, a warm bed, silhouette, crochet tops, holographic skirts

coran stans: hand written love letters, elvis presely, record players, polaroid cameras, cool buttons and pins clipped to jean jackets, ankle boots, old trucks, old mix tapes, cigar boxes, photo albums, recorded videos, family gatherings, speeding down open roads, the warm afternoon, type writers, loose shirts, blue jeans, engraved pocket knives, black coffee, green forests, wandering deers, cool colored ankle socks

IPRE Orientation
  • Magnus, in a shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a hat on backwards: Hi! Your name tag says "I am... BETTER THAN YOU" and I think you just cheated at arm-wrestling a guy, which I didn't even know was an option. Do you want to be friends?
  • Lup, taking a step back, complimentary mints cascading from her pockets: Whoa, holy shit, muscleman. Do you think you could pick me up?
  • Magnus: Definitely. I could probably throw you too. These puppies can handle a lot.
  • Lup, already trying to clamber onto his shoulders: Benchpress me, my man.
  • Taako, running back over with his arms full of cheap plastic pens and fridge magnets: Lup, no, don't let the strange human boy carry you, you don't know where he's been!
  • Lup: Taako, come on, we're gonna go find some really high shelves to raid. Or maybe just a library to hold dominion over. We're unstoppable now.
  • Magnus, helping himself to some pocket mints: I heard there are training rooms somewhere.
  • Lup: Choice, homie.