he enjoyed this too much

why trevor collins is a cryptid
  • looks attractive always even when covered in smarties dust
  • probably lives on coffee
  • has his hair ever moved????? who knows
  • sweet AND smart tf
  • looks too much like ben feldman, a fellow cryptid
  • tweets such as this one

in conclusion: trevor collins is a cryptid and should not be trusted

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doyoung moments that make me wanna squeesh him (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ ♡
↳ happy belated birthday ooma looma @peterpanrenjun 🎂🎉💕

  • rochester: accuses jane of bewitching his horse
  • rochester: interrogates jane about her paintings
  • rochester: leaves jane abruptly for months at a time
  • rochester: stages an engagement with a hot rich aristocrat to hurt jane's feelings
  • rochester: dresses up as a fortune teller to mess with jane's head
  • rochester: neglects to tell jane about the murderous insane wife living in his attic
  • rochester: wait jane why are you leaving
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 NCT’s reaction to one of the hardest/fastest girlgroup choreography😂😂

I like to think maybe Robbie has some strength to his frame from messing around with so many metal parts and dragging around giant canons and everything else he does that in a moment of emergency he just picks up Sportakook (bridal or over his shoulder, either way) and runs for dear life instead of Sportanerd grabbing him and everyone is confused and Sportacute is flustered because no one has carried him since he was a young babe and Robbie is confused as of why Sportaflop is so red and– yea… but

We need more Stronger-than-we-thought-he-was Robbie Rotten

I relate to Keith cause

  • hasn’t touched a hairbrush in 5+ years
  • he flirts by purposefully going where he knows his crush will be, only to ignore them when they try to talk to him
  • on a similar note stares intently at his crush when they aren’t looking and feigns surprise when they approach him (oh i didn’t even notice you were here)
  • tries to be an emotionless husk but has a million feelings and the worst poker face
  • mixed race/nationality and he emo about it
  • hates doing what others tell him to do. but hates the idea of himself telling others what to do even more (still manages to be low key bossy tho?)
  • does something stupid on impulse. *consequences happen* ???????
  • his feelings dictate 99% of his actions
  • crusty af
  • paranoid as hell
  • that kid in class all the other kids hate because he’s homies with the teacher
  • naturally inclined to be good at school
  • but then grows up and doesn’t even know how to like do taxes or like… socialize
  • horrible fashion sense
  • dumb, really niche sense of humor
  • has to have normal jokes explained to him
  • even when he thinks stuff is funny sometimes he doesn’t laugh and he can’t fake laughter so he just sits there smiling to himself
  • high key a hermit
  • only has like 6 friends
  • gets attached to friends really quickly and gets bummed out when they don’t seem as attached to him as he is (so he masks it behind his emo so they don’t notice but they all know)
  • would protect them with his life in a heartbeat but play it off later like it was nothing
  • easily jealous but just pouts and broods on his own instead of doing anything about it
  • horrible case of one-track-mind like the dude cannot multitask
  • a shack in the desert is like #dreamhome
  • hates admitting he’s wrong
  • doesn’t like when people make fun of him but when he claps back it only makes ppl tease him more
  • easily riled up and goaded into doing stupid shit
  • crosses his arms all the time because he doesnt know what else to do with them
  • once his head hits the pillow, it’s lights out OR stays up until 4 AM obsessing over something someone said to him in passing earlier that day
  • constantly having existential crises
  • wants to fight everything he sees but severely overestimates himself
  • voice cracks when he’s emotional (which is always)
  • (oh and loVES LANCE. WOULD DIE FOR HIM.)
How to Flirt: Embarrassed Boy Edition

Summary: As soon as the first ever Cold Stone Creamery opens up in London, Phil knew he had to go. However, it wasn’t the ice cream that made him keep coming back, but rather the cute employee who looks dead in the eyes whenever he has to sing the tip jar songs.
Word Count: 4,405
Warnings: Food mentions, cussing
A/N: thanks so much to @greynihilism for prompting me this!!! I honestly love this SO MUCH. And of course thanks to @snowbunnylester for listening to me shout and for telling me to match our titles bc we are disgusting soulmates. I didn’t edit this but i’m too excited about it so idgaf! Hope you like it! 

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When a new Cold Stone Creamery opened up in London, it was the biggest thing since sliced bread. Literally everyone had to try some, to get some for themselves, that way they could boast to their friends and family how they got to try it.

Phil was guilty of this. He was a slut for only two things, and those were ice cream and new shops. So when he heard a new ice cream shop was opening up? Phil pretty much shit himself. He gathered all of his friends, sat them down, and explained the situation to them. He didn’t want to say he forced them to come with him, because he didn’t. He just calmly insisted that they come with him and didn’t let them leave the room until they agreed. No biggie.

That’s how he found himself inside of Cold Stone with Kiley, Charles, and Michael. Phil was the only one who was so excited that he couldn’t stop bouncing on the balls of his feet. His friends were chattering beside him, waiting patiently for the line to go down so they could finally order, but Phil was having trouble being patient. He wanted his ice cream and he wanted it now. There were still five people in front of him and he wanted to push them all out of the way so he could order his own ice cream and press his face to the counter glass like an annoying child.

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Adrinette Month Day 5: Coffee Shop Au 

Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]

He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her. 

Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company. 

He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.

So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.

And he finally found his chance.