but my hair smells real good

Originally posted by lissachan504

Requested by me because we all know it’s bound to happen eventually the doofus loves that game


He was still thrown off my the fact that a pink haired fairy in underwear that only he could see was standing right next to him, wiggling her brows suggestively as she pointed at a girl drinking coffee at her table. Was this some kind of fucked up dream from playing too much Huniepop? Probably, but how real the sun felt on his skin, or how tasty the bakery goods smelled confused and frightened him. His deep brown irises shot to the clock – it wasn’t dysmorphed, then for the umpteenth time he counted his fingers – five on each pair, normal.

If this was a dream…Fuck was it realistic.

“Well, stop standing around here like an idiot!” Kyu started getting impatient, punching his shoulder lightly, “Go on, talk to her!” He wanted to snap at her and blurr something like ‘No fucking way’, but talking to himself in public was the last thing he needed. With a glare sent the pink fairy’s way – did he really just do that?? - he inhaled a breath of air for courage and staggered to the lonely female checking her phone.

It took a while for her to notice him, leaving him awkwardly standing there for nearly a whole minute. Her eyes rolled up from her phone to look at him, (colour) irises twinkling with interest as a timid smile lit up her lips along with a crease of her confused brows. Mark felt his breath hitch in his throat – who…who were you, exactly? He remembered the other girls, but you…He had never seen you before.

“May I help you?” You said politely. Mark felt a vibration in his pocket, and clearing his throat he gave you a lame wave and a goofy smile, his hand roaming to his pocket and taking out his phone.

-Nice tits doll face.

-I’m new here, and I wanted to say hi.

-Why a pretty thang like you sittin’ 'ere all alone, aye?

What the fuck is this?, he gaped, his irises shooting from you to the phone and back, No, don’t tell me that these are–

“Conversation starters!” Kyu exclaimed happily, latching onto his arm, “I’d pick the first one if I were you,” she finished with a wink.  

“Hi,” He finally managed to squeeze out, “I-I’m Mark. I just moved here and uhm, thought I could meet some new people, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, not at all.” You replied sweetly, “Have a seat if you like. I’m (Name).”

His phone buzzed again as he sat down.

-So, what dem size?

-Do you crossfit?

-A magical fairy is that only I can see is forcing me to talk to you, can we please just get this over with?

What the fuck is with these questions?!

Requests are opened!

Imagine Meeting Duff in a Record Store

“I’ll just be a minute.” I say to my friend as I get out of her car, “I really wanna find this record.”

Rolling her eyes at me, “You’re never just a minute in a record store. But whatever I gotta magazine.” Smiling at her while I shut the door.

The smell of vinyl hitting me as I push the rusted door open. Rows of records down long aisles, a man at the front with long black hair says hello and to let him know if I need help. Politely saying thank you as I make my way to the first section. Flipping though, looking at the different covers.

“That’s a real good one ya got there.” I jump, the deep voice startling me in my zoned out state, “Whoa I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” Turning around to find a tall, massively tall, blonde man in front of me. His blonde hair standing up in certain places like he’s just woken up. But he’s cute; kinda rough along the edges in his white torn tank top and black jeans, cowboy boots pulled over them.

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craving a road trip
good friends, early sunrises, late nights, good music, stars, “pass me the aux”, warm blankets, campfires, real and raw conversations, bible stories, “who’s sitting in the backseat I wanna cuddle!!!!”, wind in your hair, maccas pitstops, unknown locations, deserted camping spots, inventing can recipes for dinner, long empty roads, the smell of trees and nature, “I spy with my little eye”, finding cute little stores and good cafes, hidden beaches, slapping mosquitos, talking about everything, enjoying the silence, enjoying the company

One of my favorite things Dan has said;

But… But… She beats her horses, she’s arrogant, she’s a real pain… I dont like her hair, She smells weird, her vag is tight. Haha I dont know why that last one came to me. She killed a guy, she likes cheese, she eats all her sandwiches one ingrediant at a time, she cuts people at Starbucks. She hits dogs with other dogs, she eats cats, she juggles hamsters. I don’t know, Mr. Haussman.. I’m not sure that it’s a good idea… after all she tares down houses, she eats lamborginies, she shits rainbows. Shes purple, she doesnt like Smurfs, she swims funny, shes not a fan of the 4th chipmunks movie; the double squeekwil. 

Thoughts you have in the shower

-there we go
-should I shave?
-is that much hair supposed to come out?
-how long have I been in here?
-*hears thump* Theyre murdering my entire family and im going to have to fight them naked
-this soap smells good
-I’m gonna be soooo clean
-I wonder how dinosaurs took showers
-what if this Isn’t real, what if none of this is real
-*flashback to something really sad*
-is peeing in the shower normal? Oh well
-this feels so good
-*sings random show tune*