anonymous asked:

Random story time bc it's 1 am and I can't sleep: I'm Italian and there was this thing for a 2 weeks long trip to Ireland to learn English and stuff without parents. So except that first flight without parents lmao, I met my gf there. (1/?)

We met at the end of the first week after the obligatory sports (which involved potatoes). It was there we properly exchanged names and… Numbers. I thought I was straight lmao. So after throwing potatoes around, we went hanging out at the tennis field and just talked and stuff. We had a lot of things in common and I was super happy because she lives in the same area as me!!! Like!!! All my friends are super far lol. [4 disappeared sorry!] It took months to realise. I had no idea I could be gay. So in December I started flirting with her, like, not smoothly but sh. She invited me over the 3rd of January after spending New Year’s chatting together.So it’s the 3rd and I tell her my feelings through a letter thing that I wrote while we were just chilling. sSTRESS Then she read it and hugged me and gave me a kiss and aaaa. it was so perfect. I’m so in love with her. I’m so gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy okay bye I’ll try to sleep now

THIS IS SO CUTE ANON DEAR aww i’m so happy for you!!! congayratulations!!!

of course, the irony about this cartoon - which I assume is meant to demonstrate shallow selfie culture desecrating the great classics - is that among other things a) hamlet is a disaffected young man suffering from depression and, frankly, deeply self-absorbed and b) the entire play is obsessed with the idea of performance and performativity and so absolutely hamlet taking selfies would be in the spirit of the original because a selfie is a new way of constructing the self through images

so what I’m saying is: fuck off culture snobs I’m coming for you

me: *staring off into the distance while deep in thought* 

friend: what are you thinking about? 

me: oh just… death.. and.. stuff.. 

friend: *weirded out but knows me good enough to not ask questions* …okay

me: *goes back to thinking about my otp fucking*

Your Worst Nightmare

Summary: Dan can’t sleep–he never can. And it’s thanks to the demon under his bed.

TW: uhhh scary demon shit. idk when @mangothatismelancholy was reading it she was legitimately scared so idkkk

Genre: angst

Word Count: 5k

(here’s a drawing @societyshottheunicorns01​ made!)

(and a drawing @haleykinz​ made!)

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anonymous asked:

Suggestion: if you feel like it, maybe something homestuck related? I've seen you do it twice when I went through the tag on your blog (sorry if you did more, I am a new follower)

yeah I didn’t read homestuck for a 3 years, I dunno when I will finish it v-v
here u r❤️


It would seem that those closest to you meet their end not just during their relationship, but because of it. 

And as I sit here, I’m acutely aware there may be no one closer to you in the world right now than I.