bby u so pretty ; ;

anonymous asked:

do u have any nice blogs to recommend?? xx

helloo hi xx thank u for asking yes lets see

@farinacaro they’rea nerd whatever follow them i guess idk (i’m kidding i love them,, nerd tho. and emo. sorry. love u bby)
@hometownn their blog is so pretty, and yay twenty one pilots, i just really like it
@hufflepuffperks puff pride
@ofrainbows such. pretty. blog.
@niallsthecraicdaddy i’ve been following them for ages,, 10/10 would recommend
@cryingfrompayne cutie+content what more could you ask for
@the-last-airbadger they’re into so many cool things omg
@dont-make-me-look-bad two words: fictional lesbians. a blessing.

everyone keeps changing their damn urls all the time and i can’t keep up so i probably forgot someone important, sorry for that.
now please everyone recommen me some blogs you like.

anonymous asked:

MOM ITS SAME DAGGER ANON AS BEFORE SO I FOUND ONE AND I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH BUT ITS $25,000?? WHY ARE HISTORICAL THINGS SO EXPENSIVE?? WILL I EVER FIND LOVE AGAIN??

BBY I FEEL U SO HARD PRETTY THIBGS COST SO MUCH MONEY ITS SO PAINFUL BUT U WILL GET THERE ONE DAY BELIEVE IN URSELF

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.You may be faster than me, but you’re not ready to fight Zoom by yourself.

.That’s just it, Jay. I’m not gonna fight him by myself. I’ve got all of them to help me. I’ve got Dr Wells. I’ve got you.

anonymous asked:

Ok so I'm a trans girl (hi my name is Olivia). And I just made my schools Color guard! And after some talking with the coach, she said I'll be allowed to wear a dress (and leggings underneath it) like the rest of the team (instead of a boys uniform)!!! And I'm???? Screaming ????

olivia!!!!!!!!!!! thats amazing!!!!!!!!!!! im so happy for u bby 💗💝💖💖🌷🌺💗💝🌷💖💖💕🌺💗💝🌷💖
also olivia is such a pretty name i highkey wanna b friends w u

it’s the little things

*slides into Zev week late with starbucks* SO here’s a pointless little schmoop inspired by this awesome fanart of beautiful beautiful Zevran admiring his boots


“D… Do you like them?” Andreil asks at last. He’s been wondering for a while now, worrying, fretting, twisting his fingers and wringing his hands, but too afraid to ask. He doesn’t realize his words came as a strained whisper until he notices that the assassin hasn’t looked up from admiring the way the supple leather clings to his calves like they were made for him (which they were, because of course he knows Zevran’s measurements after much time spent admiring him and memorizing the graceful lines that make up his lovely, compactly muscled frame– and any old castoff boots would never do). The Warden clears his throat and forces himself to speak up, “Do you like them?” he asks again, and this time, Zevran looks up, eyes bright like sweet golden honey and sunbeams.

His teeth flash in that little half-smile he gets when he’s genuinely pleased (a far cry from his usual sly smirks and roguish grins– though those are incredibly appealing all the same) and tucks one booted foot behind the other, hands on his hips, posing. “Like them?” he asks with a scoff, “My friend, they are perfect! A flawless gift if I ever saw one.”

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