favorite people tag

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FAVORITE BISEXUALS | Raúl Esparza

“I do not regret being who I am, being as open as I’ve been. And I am proud of myself for not apologizing for it. I don’t fit into any of the boxes that so many petty-minded little motherfuckers love to put me in, and I don’t really care.”

Types of Shakespeeps

Comedy people: hopeless romantics but also really into dick jokes; unfazed by the wildest coincidence but confused about their gender, their whole identity, or both

History people: either Team York or Team Lancaster and will fight you over it; on a first-name basis with several dead monarchs; on a weird personal crusade to exonerate their problematic fave and won’t shut up about it

Tragedy people: love to suffer and plan to take everyone else down with them; ready to die for the ‘aesthetic’; not-so-secretly into BDSM

Romance people: consider themselves exempt from the forces of time, geography, probably gravity; high like 90% of the time; career prospects include pirate, statue, bear

‘Problem play’ people: too serious for the comedies, too squeamish for the tragedies; have a really strong opinion about the end of Measure for Measure and will tell you about it whether you want to hear it or not; DISCOURSE FOR DAYS

Apocrypha people: Shakespeare hipsters

BONUS

Jonson people: don’t actually like Jonson but Shakesepare is too mainstream

  • Me: *has no emotions and is dead inside*
  • Bae: hey babe
  • Me: 😍😍💋💍😍💖❣❤️💍❤️😻😘️💞💓❤️💗💋😻😍👅❤️❤️💍😍

Okay I found this picture on @relatablepoetryandquotes and I didn’t want to hijack their post so here we are.

Imagine if your OC/muse/favorite character had one of these. A box full of things relating to their worst memories, sealed shut and locked away, never to be opened.

What would be in the box?

Conversely, what if they had a box for good memories? What would its contents be?

Name Meme!

Rules: Enter your answers, then tag 10 people! Use the first letter of your name to answer each question. . If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use the same word twice.

Name: Iesha
A four-letter word: Ivory
A boy’s name: Ian
An occupation: illustrator
Something you wear: Incredible Hulk pajamas….shhh
A food: ICEBERG LETTUCE…or ice cream if your vanilla (you get me jokes?)
Something you find in a bathroom: ibuprofen 
A place: Italy 🇮🇹 
A reason for being late: incident on the freeway (HAHA…i almost couldn’t find anything)
Something you shout: INFIDEL
A movie title: I am Robot
Something you drink: Instant coffee
An animal: iguana (there’s an African antelope called impala….and now you can see my dilemma with the next question 6-6)
A type of car: IMPALA
Title of a song: I Just had Sex by thelonelyisland ft. Akon.

I wanted to do this because it looked like fun.. so now I tag uhhhh… @adehikari @c-sand @fassyanon @imsopunkrxck @lokidorky @lanadelraisingtheroof @rika4ever @urubabyducky @relenafanel @kastletoe …I know I don’t know like more than half of these people, but it would be cool to get to
know you all, you totally don’t have to do it…yeah.

Just for curiosity...

I wanna see how many people on Tumblr that are 18 or above watch Disney Channel nowadays

tag your fav shows that are still airing (or ended recentely)

Her Favorite Criminal:Chapter 3

Her jacket was on his couch in a messy heap. She had tossed it there carelessly minutes earlier along with her holster. She wouldn’t need it now. Kagami’s hands were on her shoulders, rubbing circles into her flesh, tracing the pattern of her muscles further down her back.

Sakura felt the sight leave her lips before she knew what she was doing. She bit back the moan and closed her eyes, content to let her former partner use his hands on her body however he saw fit. She trusted him for this, even as his hands edged deeper and deeper.

Her teeth locked onto her lower lip and stayed there, holding back the moan she wanted to let go. This was all she wanted. No more reports, no more work, just…fun.

“That’s enough uncle, you’re making it gross.”

Kagami looked up from Sakura’s back and smirked. “You’re jealous you don’t get these anymore, or do you wish you were the one who actually knew how to perform a halfway decent massage on our favorite Sakura blossom.”

Sakura looked up from her folded arms and glared over her shoulder at Kagami. “Who said you could stop? I still have knots.”

“As you wish, princess,” the older Uchiha laughed before kissing the back of her head.

Shisui scowled, but made room on a spare chair for himself as he resolved to stay with Sakura while his uncle teased him mercilessly. It was so easy to misinterpret those sounds she made from his office and it drove him insane if left up to his imagination.

“You shouldn’t even still be here, Sakura,” Shisui began, convinced to not make his presence in her room weird. “You’ve been working double shifts with Sasuke, boy wonder, just because he has issues compensating for something.”

Sakura didn’t look up from her arms when she replied. “I don’t mind.”

“I mind. Does he not care what he’s doing to your health?”

“Shisui, I’m on the police force, my health is not a primary concern, otherwise I would have been a secretary.”

Kagami made a dismissive sound behind her as he found a knot and worked it over. Sakura bit her lip and kept her head down as the pressure turned nearly uncomfortable.

“My most favorite nephew is right, you’re overworked. And I know you don’t want anyone taking it easy on you because you are a girl, there’s only so much you can do with a human body, regardless of sex or gender. You’re going to need a break sooner or later.”

“Are you lecturing Sasuke like this?”

Shisui snorted. “No one here cares about that prick enough. We’re happy enough to let him learn the hard way the importance of taking a rest every now and then. I just don’t want to see him drag you down with him. I think even Itachi would kill him if you got hurt because of Sasuke’s stubbornness.”

“I’m resting and relaxing now, aren’t I?”

Kagami huffed angrily, pausing in his work. “A ten minute tune up with me is no such thing. I’m not even using any of my oils or proper treatments. You said you wanted something quick.”

“We’re getting briefed at noon.”

“You just got off the night owl shift.”

Sakura yawned into her arms before looking up at Shisui’s shocked expression. “Don’t look so surprised. I’ve known you to pull a triple every now and then. Besides, after the brief I’m heading home as soon as Obito gives his presentation.”  

“Speaking of Sasuke…where is he?” Kagami asked.

Sakura murmured something that sounded like ‘I don’t know’ into her arms before lifting her head. “It’s my time to summarize a brief for our team. He went home.”

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Shisui hissed, nearly standing up in his anger. “How does he rate? You were both at the last briefing.”

“Yeah, it was his turn, but it was about a case I was angling so I wanted to be there to hear it for myself. He takes the worst notes.”

“So, because he does a shit job you end up covering extra slack,” Shisui dryly summarized, looking ready to throttle his younger cousin the next time they met.

There were few people that could get Shisui so genuinely annoyed as quickly as Sasuke Uchiha. Not only was he a pretentious child that annoyed Shisui whenever he came over to play with Itachi, but Sasuke also had the stupidly good fortune of securing Sakura freaking Haruno as a partner.

The fact that she had feelings for him was little less than secret as far as eligible Uchiha men were concerned. The fact that Sasuke didn’t return the feelings made a lot of other Uchiha feel like Sasuke was making a waste out of his good fate. Shisui was inclined to think something more along the lines of it all being fine in the end. It was Sasuke’s choice, and his decision to squander the girl’s affection did nothing but make it easier for someone else to come in and look impressive. 

Since last year’s undercover wedding operation it seemed like any potential romance between the two of them was improbable and Shisui felt inclined to not encourage Sakura’s feelings any more if Sasuke passed up on indulging her. Thankfully, Sakura seemed to recover with time.

Sasuke did a lot of annoying things, but the worst was how little he seemed to notice Sakura’s needs or value the contributions he took for granted from her. He even forgot her birthday last year. They had been practically raised together and he still missed her birthday.

“If you need to, you could always partner up with me again,” Kagami chuckled. “I’m sure Obito wouldn’t mind the extra company.”

“How is Obito doing? I haven’t seen him recently. If you think I’m burning the candle at both ends you need to take a second look at that guy.”

“Hmm, one of his informants, a PI has been having some pretty nasty breaks. Great for us, terrible for the PI and his six recovering gunshot wounds.”

Sakura hissed, reminding herself to send flowers to Kakashi. The old goat refused to die, but she worried nevertheless. Being a former officer, he was a quick wit with minor difficulties in respecting chains of authority. The PI gig was pretty recent.

“Who’s in the hallway?” Sakura mumbled.

Kagami paused on her back and Shisui sat up, hearing the running feet as well. Seconds later one of the younger officers staggered in. “The briefing just got moved up, there’s been a development!”

“What sort?” Shisui asked, already standing.

The younger officer stammered before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the crumpled sticky note. “Something about a Kabuto sighting.”

Kagami felt Sakura jerk under him and wanted nothing more than to force her down and make her sleep, because he knew once she heard that name there was nothing that could hold her back. He held onto her as she sat up and glared like some mythic demon.

“Where?” she demanded in a low growl.

“L-local.”

Sakura pushed Kagami off and reached for her holster and jacket. There was no way she was going to rest now that she’s heard that name.

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“I don’t really care about any of that stuff, I’ve always done well for myself. But my agent once told me that if I wanted to play a lead, I should take more time in the morning: ’Do your hair, wear shirts that fit a little better, and go to the gym a bit more.’ I was like, ’It’s all about the acting, man.’ He was like, ’This is Hollywood.’ He was right.”

It’s time....

Nah, that sounded a bit too dramatic didn’t it? Just me being nervous I guess. See, I have been thinking about this for a really long time and I feel like it’s time for a change. A tiny and insignificant change for you guys, I’m sure, but for me this is like transferring to a new school and hoping the kids there are going to like you… So yeah, I’m changing my url:

My blog will remain exactly the same as it was before, the silly tags will still be there, the cute pics and most importantly: the boys I love. My beliefs are still the same, still a very proud larrie and slightly Louis obsessive. Always will be. So…. I hope you’ll welcome your new classmate with open arms.
Thank you for your time <3 

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU JUST CLICK WITH SOMEONE AND IT DOESN’T FEEL LIKE YOU WERE EVER STRANGERS.