but what if you have a crush

8

make me choose: anonymous asked: selena gomez or camila cabello
“Being who you are is gonna mean that you’re gonna be different and you’re gonna be unique and you’re gonna stand out and for a lot of people that’s a scary thing, like, when they don’t understand something they will bash it, when they see a light inside of you they will try to crush it, they’ll try to make it dark and so, what you have to do is know that those people are in life and in general, no matter who you are, there is such a high price that comes with being who you are, people will want to stomp that light out so you have to know that it’s yours and nobody can take it away from you.”

8

get to know me: 3/10 celebrity crushes → cara delevingne

“what bothers me, i guess, is when i get these messages from girls on twitter, and they’re like, ‘god, you’re my idol, i really admire you.’ it’s like, admire me for what? what have i done? it’s not that being in a burberry campaign, or walking in a chanel show is nothing, it’s just…i know i can do more.”

I still don’t get why everyone is saying LiS is queerbating. Chloe is obviously in love with Rachel, come on. She’s admitted having a crush on her, she broke down in tears after finding her body, screaming that she loved her. What more do you people want?

If you wanna bring up the Chloe/Max kiss, then that is a little bit more understandable, judging how I’m pretty sure Max calls it ‘experimental.’ But honestly? Friends can kiss each other. Friends can kiss each other while having feelings for each other (as much as it pains my chasefield heart to admit that) and not discuss it.

Warren even texts Max to get with Chloe, how is this queerbating? I know a few of you have been saying that the game forces Warren/Max on you, but that is totally dependant on /your/ choices. And even still, Max shrugging off Warren’s hug, expressing the fact she views Warren as a brother in her journal after accepting his drive-in invitation and so on, it’s just obvious that this isn’t queer bating.

Max is still figuring shit out sexuality wise, let’s be real. She’s obviously queer, that much is certain, but she hasn’t had much romantic experience. Anyone who’s queer knows how hard this can be. That, on top with the world’s end and Chloe still grieving over Rachel. And you all want a beautifully in depth confession of love. That just isn’t realistic man. The writers approaching relationships realistically isn’t queerbating, jfc.

6

iiiiii’ve been pretty quiet lately but its only cus i wanted to wait til i had fun stuff to show from Lumbermancer and i do now!

This is still a little rough here, but you can get a better idea of what the game’s about if you wanna! You’re a lumbermancer, and you use your ancient tomes to summon and control log men. You’ve gotta use those logs to protect your frail, bony buns from death’s adorable grasp!

The game is mostly about crushing creatures and trying to control a bunch of logs at the same time which is tough and hectic and funny. If you have any questions or want more details about anything, let me know! andddd hopefully i can start posting this stuff more regularly now since a lot of the boring code stuff is getting finished! I’m excited about ittttt..

TWEEK : Butters and I ?

TWEEK : No no no ! We’re just camp buds ! And hopefully buds outside of camp hahaha

TWEEK : On the orientation and gender identities ask, Butters has came out to me as Genderfluid Pansexual ! So they like to use gender neutral pronouns, and on occasion female pronouns. 

TWEEK : I’ll slip up a few times, but I’m slowly learning haha 

TWEEK : And for me, I’m not really sure what gender I am, but I know that I’m Demiromantic Pansexual ; I set up a nifty little page in the side bar if you’re wondering about anyone else ! 

TWEEK : Geez, some of you are getting a bit personal …

TWEEK : Well yeah, who doesn’t have a crush …

TWEEK : He and I’ve known each other for a while now, since fourth grade almost …

TWEEK : He’s nice …

Really serious FNAF theory

So in one of those weird game cut scenes in FNAF4, we see the Purple Guy.

Hes hanging out with someone wearing the Spring Bonnie (Springtrap) suit.
He is clearly much taller than the person wearing the Spring Bonnie suit, and the person wearing the Fredbear suit off to the right, and this kinda made me wonder.
What if you have to be a certain height to wear these suits? The Purple guy is obviously too tall.
Which means that if this is true, the Purple guy went into the suit and triggered all the springs that crushed him because he was too tall to fit in the Spring Bonnie suit.
PURPLE GUY DIED BECAUSE HE WAS TOO TALL
GET REKT IDIOT #TEAM5′5ANDUNDER

And Meryl - God, everybody says such nice things about her but I was really just expecting her to be scarier than she was, so I wasn’t thinking we were gonna be friendly even. I was just like, “Don’t make her mad. Just don’t have that moment where Meryl Streep says something to you that crushes your soul and stays with you forever. Just try to avoid that.” And then, you know, she’s just like - she’s like a bloke, you know? She’s just cool and wants to hang out and she’s like - she was like, “Hey, did you watch those MTV Movie awards? Oh, it was crazy.” And you’re like, “What is happening?! Why are you so normal? How are you so normal? You have every right to be the craziest diva on the planet,” and she’s just like the coolest.
—  Anna Kendrick on Meryl Streep
your girl is doing ships again!

honestly guys, i’ve run out of puns about shipping, who knew this day would come.

anywho

i’m currently about thirty followers away from 6000! which is crazy, but thank you so so much!

in hopes of similtaneously gaining a few more followers, and giving back to you all, i’m going to start on some ships again :-)

what you gotta do

press the little follow button please (x)

send a message to my ask! either a wyr/mlt/mfk or just a question (x)

have a face or about

reblog this post!

what you’re gonna get

an answer to your ask (obvs)

ship: irwinanator | hoodmaster | hemmotron | cliffoconda

bestie: irwinanator | hoodmaster | hemmotron | cliffoconda

bro: irwinanator | hoodmaster | hemmotron | cliffoconda

secret crush: irwinanator | hoodmaster | hemmotron | cliffoconda

hook up: irwinanator | hoodmaster | hemmotron | cliffoconda

i’ll also check out your blog and probably follow :-)

no notes and i’ll go back up luke’s ass and stay there

Tattoo Me

Tattoo Me

Request: Can you do an imagine where Bucky is crushing hard after a new agent/or assistant to the Avengers, who’s unconventional looking (tattoos, purple hair side cut, small gauges, and curvier with a little bit of extra weight) and is into metal/punk music? I thought it would be interesting, if she’s a bit different and would intrigue him.  

A/N:  Thank you so much for the request! I hope this is what you were talking about.  This was actually really fun to write (◠△◠✿)  Sorry if there’s any mistakes, I didn’t really have any time to proof read.  

I’m so sorry I haven’t been writing and updating as much, but I’m hoping to get a few things up within the next couple of days. Gif is not mine. If you guys have any requests, feel free to send them in! Xx

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Never in your life, had you been described as “usual.”  It was something you took great pride in; the fact that you were unlike any other.  No one would ever be able to replicate the way your face lit up whenever “Second and Sebring,” by Of Mice and Men came on, or the colorful ink that graced your shoulders and hands,  or your half purple, half black hair that was constantly tied in a bun with a bandana.  Of course, being this different had it’s drawbacks, due to society’s view upon tattoos, seeing your artwork as “ wastes of time and money,”  making it incredibly hard to get a job.  But the infamous Tony Stark could care less about the tiny gauges in your ears, looking past your physical appearance.  

Tony’s eyes skimmed your resume shortly before shooting up to your own Y/E/C, not hesitating at any feature you had.  To say you were nervous, would be the understatement of the century.  Although he’s made no comment about your appearance, you could feel his curiosity it.  This would be the fifth time in a row you would be denied a job, and as much as you loved your tattoos and hair, you were beginning to dislike them.   

“Tell me, where have you been all my life?” Smiling, he shook your hand with such force,  it would put the Hulk’s death grip to shame.  You immediately melted into the handshake, all previous thoughts of worry and insecurities out the door, giggling as he continued to shake your hand.  “Um.. thank you, sir?”  The billionaire scoffed at the title, “What are you, my butler?  Call me Tony.”  You were taken aback by the casualness of your new boss, but nodded with a small smile toying at your lips.  “You may start working as my assistant tommorow. I’ll give you a tour then.”  Tony led you to the door, his hundred watt smile never dimming, matching your own.  

The job had become something you treasured more than anything, a place without any judgment as you worked/goofed off with the best people.  The first day you had come in, you immediately met with Dr. Banner, who complimented your hair, gaining your admiration right then and there.  Tony would poke harmless fun at your tattoos, but always  stared at your arms in awe when he thought you weren’t looking.  

Eventually, you met with the rest of the avengers, all of them holding positive reactions towards your appearance, never making any comment about how you “looked like a sailor,” or anything like that.  

Pietro would play with your brightly colored hair, making you promise to one day dye his hair with Wanda in tow, who would braid the two colors together with a small smile on her face, hearing her brother plead to you.  “Stop complaining like a child, brother.”  Wanda teased her older brother, looking over her shoulder to see Pietro stick his tongue out at her, both of your chuckling at his immature behavior.    Your favorite reaction, however was from the former Winter Soldier.  

In every free moment, the two of you would find somewhere quiet to talk about things.  At first, it was more of a one sided conversation; you explained each story behind each tattoo while he would lean back against a wall, and listen to your voice got an octave higher when you told him about how your favorite punk band helped you through hard times, his eyes was locked onto your face, admiring the gleam of humor in your eyes when you told him how terrible the first time you dyed your hair turned out, vowing to never again allow your sister near hair dye. His answers evolved from nods, to short answers accompanied by a tiny smile, to his own stories about his own first haircut after being brought to the tower and questions about your tattoos, soon developing into a complicated relationship.  

Today was like every other day, after working in the lab, you made your way to Bucky’s room, practically skipping down the hall as your heart hammered in your chest.  Unknowingly to you,  Bucky sat on his bed, his heart doing the same flips and somersaults yours was doing.  His eyes were glued to the clock that stood next to his bed, becoming more and more impatient for your arrival with each passing minute.  When you did knock, Bucky practically jumped off his bed, his heart now erratically beating.

“You can come in!”  

Your breath caught in your throat when you opened the door, your eyes meeting with the sight of Bucky in all black clothes, scratching his neck nervously as your eyes raked over him. Not able to stand  being apart any longer, Bucky strode towards your form, capturing your lips in a kiss, his human hand grasping the back of your neck, while his metal one circled your waist, both bringing you closer to him.  

Bucky pulled away after a few seconds, pressing his forehead against yours, whispering a, “Hello, darling,” before kissing you while he led you to the bed.  This time, you broke away from the embrace,  choosing to snuggle today.  “Let’s just relax today, okay?”  Nodding, Bucky sat up and pulled you into his lap.     

Bucky held your arm in his human one cautiously, as if one wrong move and your inked arm would shatter and break right before his eyes, destroying the artwork adorned onto your skin that both of you loved.  He traced the swirling lines with his metal fingers, pressing a chaste kiss onto each image after he was done tracing, looking up with a small smile.   

An idea suddenly found it’s way into your mind, as you scurried out Bucky’s lap, much to his protest, searching his room for the needed object in order to execute your plan.  “Just one minute,” you promised, not even bothering to look over your shoulder at Bucky’s pout while you were in pursuit.  

“Are you okay, darling?”  Bucky chuckled at your excited expression that held a bit of trouble in your eyes if one was to look closely, but Bucky wasn’t.  He didn’t know what he was expecting when you did turn around, but Bucky certainly wasn’t expecting you to pounce on him, sharpie gripped tightly in your hand.  The mischievous gleam had taken over your entire face as you menacing spoke, “Time to get a tattoo, love.”  Ending it with a sinister giggled that made the joker’s signature laugh pale in comparison as you started drawing all over the former winter soldier, despite his constant attempt to grab the sharpie out of your hands.  

After many failed attempts by Bucky to stop your creative process, you finally finished. You climbed off his torso, a proud grin on your face as you sat and enjoyed the multiple images that were now on Bucky.  On his neck was a poorly drawn Captain America, whose one eye was much larger than the other, thanks to Bucky’s struggling, along with a misshapen cat with unicorn wings and a horn.  His arms had tribal prints all over, some not as neat as others, and more of the classic tattoos, like anchors and hearts with the word ‘mom’ written beneath them.  His cheek adorned hearts and peace signs all over, all to be topped off with a cartoony picture of yourself on his forehead.  

“You are rocking those tattoos, love.” You snickered, before breaking out into a laughing fit at the sight of a very unamused, tattooed  Bucky.   While you basked in the glory of his new tattoos (and rolling on the floor with tears in your eyes), Bucky was less pleased, sticking his tongue out at your statement and reaction. “Oh please, darling.  I could never look as good as you.”  Standing up from the floor, you proudly smiled. “Damn right.” You giggled, before pulling down on his t shirt, connecting your lips together.  

bettydice asked:

8, merrill

“No.  No. Absolutely not.”

“Please?”  Merrill’s eyes were huge green pools of pleading and faux innocence, and if her ears could have turned down to match the corners of her mouth they would have.  "It’s perfectly safe.“

That is not safe.  That is a dragon.“

“A dragonling, Fenris.”

“Aww, look at that itty bitty belly,” Isabela cooed unhelpfully, leaning over to poke at the flailing, squirming bundle of scales being squashed in Merrill’s skinny arms. “And it’s itty bitty paw- ow!”

“I told you so.”

Merrill crushed the dragonling closer to her chest, ignoring the way the eyes bulged out of its little reptilian skull.  "He’s probably just hungry.“

“For meat.”

“Well obviously.”

Agitated sweat broke out across his brow.  ”We’re meat.“

“Oh.”  Maker help him.

“Just get it out of here before Hawke sees it.”  With any luck, she would be too distracted by going through the pockets of the truly unbelievable number of old corpses they’d come across in this overly familiar cave system to notice that-

“FENRIS CAN WE KEEP HIM?!”

Fasta vass, he couldn’t take any of them anywhere.

eleven

Scholvin has questions. I have answers. Rules are for the weak.

What’s your favorite key, and why? The one to my heart, of course, because I’m under the delusion that it’s within my control.

What are three adjectives that describe your tumblr crush, and don’t you dare tell me you don’t have one? Trustworthy, provocative, resourceful.

You get one question for the Oracle. Not the one at Delphi, but the one from The Matrix. What do you ask, and what bullshit riddle answer does she give you, and just how pissed are you about that? I ask: if my thoughts create my reality, how do I learn to have only loving thoughts about myself? She answers: when was the last time you really enjoyed a doughnut? It’s Sunday morning, and no doughnut has appeared in my hungry hand in spite of the amount of thought I have given to my wish for a doughnut, so, I’m going to give it a level 7 out of 10 pissed.

Jesus Fracking Christ In A Unitard, would people just shut up about _____ already? <celebrity fuck up of the day here>

What shall we do with a drunken sailor? Don’t even worry about it, I took care of that oh, 30 years ago in Ceiba, Puerto Rico. Hey, Navy Seal whose name I forget… call me.

If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you? Because you don’t have enough canvas or paint. I’m more like a bobillion words.

If offered immortality in your present form, do you accept? Why/why not? Yes. Even with this strange new world of pain I’m learning to navigate, I have a growing list of things I want to learn and experience, places I want to see, people to meet, work to create, and books to write. I’m re-learning self-care in this new context, and I’m drawing on long ignored tools that I feel hopeful will help me bring my body and mind into a healthier balance. I’m going on the assumption that immortality does not exclude the ability to grow as a human being from this present form. If it does exclude my personal growth, then nah.

You’re a sculptor—additive or subtractive, I don’t care. What’s your medium of choice? My body. Sculpting space and time with flowing movement, shaping the air around me by directing the energy. That is so a thing.

Which lanthanide metal speaks loudest to you? Praseodymium. Praise the rare earth metals, is what I’m saying. Thanks for a question that forced me to learn something new (that I will likely never retain, but the idea of rare earth metals will rattle around in my head for some time until it becomes a poem, I think).

Tell us about your most severe professional fuckup. This is not a question, it’s an imperative. I started at Time magazine as a freelance graphic designer, and within a few months was offered a full-time position. It was my first full time job, but I had freelanced at more than a dozen national magazines by then. At the time I accepted the position, Chris was living in Ohio, and we were doing the long-distance thing every few months, and talking on the phone for a bit most nights. My hours were 35-40 over 4 days every week, so I was there late nights often, many times completely alone. I used the office phone to call Chris, never really even thinking about the long distance charges. Just giving myself some audio company while I made sure the pages were tight to the grid and all set up properly in QPS. A few weeks after I went full-time, I got called into the Senior AD’s office, and she told me that I was being put on probation for abusing telephone privileges (of which I had no knowledge, but I suppose that’s on me). Turns out they tracked all outgoing calls on every phone in the office. Of course, I apologized profusely and accepted the terms of probation without argument, and made sure to step up my game in every way possible. I think I exited on very good terms after 5 years of employment. Really, this is my biggest professional fuckup? Huh. I guess I’ve done pretty well.

What was the best 30 seconds of today, and what happened during? It’s early yet, but my brother’s friend (also my friend) came to pick him up this morning to go load the wood kiln out on the farm and he asked me about the pain I’m dealing with and the potential diagnosis. He said to me that it seems pretty obvious to him that anything that’s going on is likely residual from the stress of the last year, and that he really hopes that I prioritize self care. He told me that I’m a wonderful mother and friend and that he believes things are going to open up for me work-wise very soon, but that right now he really wants to see me putting myself and my wellness first so that I can enjoy being successful. Damn, what a lovely thing to say to me. I am blessed.

Alright, so everyone basically ships Jed and Octavius (either OTP or just BroTP). I mean, it’s the natural choice because they’re the only main characters their size. Then there are the jokes about Octavius having a crush on Lancelot and Jed being ridiculously jealous. No one seriously considers Lancelot and Octavius because, again, the huge size difference.

But then, what if there was a Lancelot miniature?

Like McPhee gets super excited because the museum is getting a new diorama. Of Camelot. He’s so excited that he tells the other miniatures and “you better be nice and behave yourselves because I will lock you up at night, so help me God!”

So it arrives and Octavius and Jed head over to introduce themselves and explain what’s going on.

And there he is. Mr. Hypnotic-Blue-Eyes himself.

Octavius, of course, immediately gets starry eyed and heads on over to talk to him. Jedidiah, on the other hand, is fuming because “he tried to steal the dadgum tablet, Octy!”

Jedidiah watches for a while, getting sick to his stomach. Finally, he has had enough. He has to get his Octy back. And no, this has nothing to do with jealousy because “Ol’ Jedidiah don’t get jealous.”

An idea pops into his head and before he can even realize the consequences he’s already stomping over to them.

And, without any warning, he kisses Octavius. Hard.

When they pull away, Octavius is dazed and can’t even talk while Jed just grins triumphantly at Lancelot.

Crush’d

Title: Crush’d 
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence/ Assault/ non-con/ domestic violence/abuse
Final Word Count: 28136 

Notes: So here is my entry for this year’s SHINee Big Bang! It was actually my first ever SHINee fic so I was reallllllly proud of it! I’ve reposted it to my own lj to fix some typos and formatting issues that I had accidentally overlooked. Also I have added some author’s commentary on what my thought process was when writing it in case you’re interested!

Parts:

One 

Two

Three

Four

Author Commentary

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS SO FUCKING SURREAL ABOUT HAVING A FAMOUS TUMBLR POST? IS THAT ITS SCREENSHOTTED A MILLION TIMES AND SHARED IN A MILLION DIFFERENT PLACES LIKE FACEBOOK AND IMGUR AND REDDIT ETC. AND FAMOUS PEOPLE LITERALLY SEE IT LIKE MAYBE YOUR FAVORITE CELEBRITY CRUSH HAS GIGGLED AT YOUR POST. AND YOU’LL NEVER FUCKING KNOW.

Guys! Think about what everyones’ heist gear would be!

Carlos probably would wear a black lab coat. And he might try to wear a black knit hat too but Cecil wouldn’t let him. “How many times have I told you: no hats!” Then Cecil burns the hat for the crime of covering his beloved Carlos’ beautiful hair.

Old Woman Josie maybe would knit herself a black outfit complete with ski mask.

Steve Carlsburg would just wear his everyday outfit because he’s smart enough to know that would make him less noticeable than an all black ensemble.

The Erikas might be able to change their colour to mimic the black Erika. Imagine them all in a circle around the black angel and they are all fading from their previous colour to black in a beautiful ombré. Except for that one angel who can’t get it right and keeps flicking from orange to green to white.

Janice of course has her stealth wheelchair.

Cecil’s is less predictable. Black furry cut offs with fishnet stockings, military boots, a tinted scuba helmet and a vest made of Carlos’ hair is my best guess.

anonymous asked:

ESTP discovering an INTJ has a crush on them?

ESTP: (Wait……there’s something that doesn’t add up. I’m not sure what it is because I was too busy doing other shit, but I’m pretty sure there’s something up. Wait! I have an idea….*text INTJ*)

ESTP: Hey, INTJ, on a scale of HOT to NOT HOT what would you rate me?

INTJ:……*typing*

ESTP: (Oh shit this was a good idea)

INTJ: Idk.

ESTP: (NICE) Okay, so like, I’m at least an 8

INTJ: *typing*

ESTP: (Omg. They’re totally into me)

INTJ: No, I just really don’t know.

ESTP: (omg this is working out) SO….R U INTERESTED?

INTJ: *starts typing*

INTJ:.….*stops typing*

INTJ:(god dammit)….*starts typing again*

ESTP: (Oh man, this is going great)…

INTJ: Yea…I guess……u doing anything later?

ESTP: NO. WE SHOULD GO FIGHT BEARS.

INTJ:….Ok.

100 Truths Tag

I was tagged by study-well. Thank you, love!

1. Name: Nicole

2. Nickname/s: coley/nic

3. Favorite Color: mint, coral & gold
4. Gender: female
5. Elementary school: St John’s Primary/Alva Primary {I moved schools after P5}
6. Middle school: We don’t have middle schools in Scotland.
7. High school: Alva Academy

8. College:  Open University

9. Hair Color: Ginger/Blonde - it depends on what light I’m in haha!
10. Tall or short: I’d say average? I’m about 5′5″

11. Sweats or Jeans: Sweats - well, pyjama bottoms.
12. Phone or Camera: Phone
13. Health freak: Hahaha no.
14. Orange or apple: I don’t like either as a fruit to eat, but I like Orange juice.
15. Do you have a crush on someone? Does Ruby Rose count?
17. Piercings: Oh god, ermm, a lot. I’ve had a total of 22 piercings, currently, I only have my stretched ears.
18. Pepsi or coke: Coke.
19. Have you been in an airplane? Yes
20. Have you been in a relationship? Yes
21. Have you been in a car accident? Yes - my car was written off a year ago. I miss my Mini, she was my baby 😔
22. Have you been in a fist fight? With my siblings.
23. First piercing: Ears.
24. Best friends: I have a group of best friends, there’s quite a few of us.
25. First award: I’m not sure, I think I remember a swimming award I got for completing the length of the pool when I was maybe 4?
26. First crush: This guy who still lives next door to my parents. 

27. First word: Bob {weird, right?]
28. Any talent: IDK, I remember things pretty well? 
29. Last person you talked to: Mum
30. Last person you texted: Amanda
31. Last person you watched a movie with: Amanda
32. Last thing you ate: Pizza
33. Last movie/tv show you watched: Criminal Minds
34. Last song you listened to: Sigala - Easy Love
35. Last thing you bought: Pizza
36. Last person you hugged: My friend Raven. 

Favorite:
37. Food:
 Strawberries
38. Drink: Tea or Red Bull
39. Bottoms: Pyjama bottoms
40. Flower: Orchid
41. Animal: PUGS, my baby Elvis is my life. He’s a 3 year old black pug. 
42. Color: mint, coral & gold
43. Movie: Catch Me If You Can, Pacific Rim, Step Brothers, The Heat, Bridesmaids, Hot Pursuit.
44. Subject: Psychology/ Sociology

Have you ever? (Put an x on the bracket if yes):
45. [  ] Loved someone

46. [x] Celebrated Halloween? 

47.[x] Had your heart broken?
48.[x
] Went over the minutes/texts on your phone?
49.[x
] Had someone like you?
50.[
x] Hated the way someone changed?
51.[  ] Got PG?
52.[  ] Had an abortion?
53.[
x] Did something you regret?
54.[
x] Broken a promise?
55.[x
] Hid a secret?
56.[
x] Pretended to be happy?
57.[
x] Met someone who has changed your life?
58.[x] Pretended to be sick?
59.[x] Left the country?
60.[x] Tried something you normally wouldn’t try and liked it?
61.[x] Cried over the silliest thing?
62.[x] Ran a mile?
63.[x] Gone to a beach with your best friend?
64.[x] Gotten argument with your friends?
65.[x] Disliked someone?
66.[ ] Stayed single for 2 years since the first time you had BF/GF or been single forever?

Currently:
67. Eating:
Nothing
68. Drinking: Tea
69. Listening to: TV - Criminal Minds
70. Sitting or laying: Sitting on my couch
71. Plans for today: Housework/Laundry
72. Waiting for: My first uni module in forensic psych to start.
73. Want kids: No.
74. Want to get married: Maybe

75. Want to travel: Yes.

What do you look for in a partner?
76. Lips or Eyes: Eyes
77. Shorter or taller: Doesn’t matter.
78. Younger or older: I prefer older, but younger wouldn’t really matter, but like 2 years younger is my absolute limit
79. Romantic or spontaneous: Doesn’t matter
80. Trouble-maker or hesitate: Hesitate
81. Hook-up or relationship: Hook-up
82. Looks or personality: Personality mainly; however, I still think I’m initially attracted to someone by their looks.

Have you ever?:
83. Lost glasses:
All the time {I have a new pair on order just now because I lost my others}
84. Snuck out of the house: Yes
85. Held a gun/knife in self-defense: Yes
86. Killed somebody: No
87. Broke someone’s heart: I don’t think so?
89. Cried when someone died: Yes

Do you believe in
90. Yourself: Sometimes
91. Miracles: No
92. Love at first sight: No
93. Heaven: No
94. Santa claus: No
95. Aliens: I haven’t made my mind up.
96. Ghosts: No

Truthfully?:
97. Is there one person you really want to be with right now: No

98. Do you know who your real friends are: Yes
99. Do you believe in God: No
100. Post as 100 Truth: I don’t know what this means?

I tag theorganisedstudent, simplyxxlearning & saturdaystudying :) xo

anonymous asked:

So me and my crush went to an amusement park and it was earlier that day that I mentioned I'm starting to like country music and so he was driving me home and usually he plays his CDs and at first he was but then he turned it off and went to the local country station and started laughing when I was head bobbing to the music and idk if he thought it was cute or what but just what he did was cute and I wanted to tell someone

You sound like you have an amazing guy, I hope all goes well :)