i don't care if you kiss or not

  • Voltage guy: yeah I'm not interested in dating or falling in love with anyone.
  • Me: ( aww why tho? U hot and I know I'm ugly but who the fuck cares man oh well *sigh* )
  • *7 EPISODES LATER*
  • Voltage guy: I am interested in a certain someone..
  • Me: hello....it's me.
Heartbreakers

Kisses you once and never again: Taurus, Scorpio, Capricorn

You knew it from the beginning and yet here you are, crying yourself to sleep at 1am, screaming their name into a pillow: Gemini, Virgo

Makes you think they’re in love with you while not caring at all: Aries, Libra, Aquarius

All that is left is the song that reminds you of them: Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces

✨25 Sentence Prompts✨
  • 1: "I think I owe you an apology"
  • 2: "I'll take care of it"
  • 3: "You're all I've got"
  • 4: "Who did that to you?"
  • 5: "Can I sit here?"
  • 6: "Come on, you need a break"
  • 7: "What is all that shouting about?"
  • 8: "You don't look so good"
  • 9: "I'm not from around here"
  • 10: "There's no way you're getting me in /that/"
  • 11: "Have you seen - /oh/"
  • 12: "This is why no one wants to hang out with us"
  • 13: "Please hide me"
  • 14: "I'll pay you for it"
  • 15: "I didn't expect you to say yes"
  • 16: "I could kiss you or I could kill you"
  • 17: "When you asked me out, this is not what I had in mind"
  • 18: "My parents are visiting - right now"
  • 19: "Did you do that for me?"
  • 20: "That's a weird way to say "I love you""
  • 21: "Don't worry, I'm right here, and I'm not leaving"
  • 22: "I think this person is following me, please walk me home"
  • 23: "I don't need your attitude"
  • 24: "When did you get so ____?"
  • 25: "It just sort of happened"

bambamflys  asked:

ahhh! i love your blog and i come here everyday to read your aus! i know you are busy with college so i don't want to burden you but may you please write a got7 version for the "favorite places to be kissed"? thank you and take care!!

thank you!! 
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JB is more of “let me kiss you instead” kind of person, but there are kisses that even make the serious leader weak in the knees. Hugging him from behind and placing kisses up his shoulder make him set down whatever he’s doing and smile, gently chuckling and asking what is your up to. When you confess that you just want to kiss him, JB find that adorable and cherishes this moment where you see him at his softest. 

Jinyoung might not admit it but being kissed on the hands, from the fingertips to his wrist, is really special to him. It makes him flustered, but it gives him this sense of admiration on your part and just lets him now that you’re in love with him as much as he’s in love with you. He might not want to get these kinds of kisses in public though, his ears might turn very red. 

Jackson loves getting kissed literally anywhere. To put it simply, Jackson is a simple guy and so his favorite is a kiss on the lips. But maybe that’s going way too tame, Jackson loves making out. He also loves quick pecks. The kisses where you’re rushing and only get the side of his lip, or the kisses where you’re taking your time and getting him winded up. Jackson also totally stares at your lips and daydreams about them, like he definitely would. 

Mark likes having his chest kissed, especially when you run your lips over his collarbone and kiss that little mole on his skin. These kinds of kisses can have a slightly more physical instigation, when you two are getting intimate but also if you’re just laying on his chest while you two watch a movie and you kiss the exposed skin like it makes a shiver run up his spin. A good shiver of course. 

Youngjae likes kisses behind the ear, which are innocent at first but can lead to a lot more if you both want it to. But also, he gets ticklish when you press your lips there and he laughs into his hand and it’s the kind of laugh that makes everything about your day better. If anything you do it playfully when you two are bored, or maybe when you’re trying to tell Youngjae that you have something planned for the night. 

Bambam is wild and loves it when you kiss his throat. Like start at his jawline and work your way down and leave marks! Don’t be shy because Bambam loves confidence and you’re showing him that you find him attractive and want to show the world he’s yours. He totally brags about the marks to everyone the next day. 

Yugyeom is a fan of all forms of affection so kisses are always fun for him and he’ll take all of them! But what’s cute about him is he really likes having his forehead and hair kissed, especially when he’s got his head on your lap or when he’s just woken up and he’s still in bed and you brush back his bangs or don’t even bother and kiss right over them. It’s so cute and it makes him want to pull you right into his arms and hold you the whole day.~

Not even close.
Not even a little bit
Not even at all.

Two Lies, One Truth (NSFW)

Summary: During a “two lies, one truth” with the Winchester, reader lets out an intimate confession.
Word counting: 1.1k words
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Insecure reader. Smut. Fluff. Gif isn’t mine,
A/N: This here goes to all my lovely girls insecure with their breasts. You are all beautiful just the way you are.

“I’m colourblind. I’ve never had sex dressed. I’ve smoked weed during college.” Sam leant down.

You tilted your head, trying to figure out the truth by his face expression.

“Colourblind one is a lie.” Dean drank a sip from his beer.

You three were playing two lies one truth to pass time, and although the brothers weren’t counting wins, they had gotten far more rights than you.

“You’ve never tried weed.” You decided.

Sam was too perfect to do this kind of stuff.

“Wrong.” He laughed, slightly drunk.

“It can’t be!” You looked at him. “Sam!”

Dean laughed out loud and the two looked at you, waiting.

“So…” You tried to think and was far too drunk to remember you should keep some secrets to yourself. “I look terrible naked, I’ve had sex with a girl, I’ve had a threesome.”

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Things The Signs Have Said That Break My Heart
  • Aries: Was I ever anything more than a sad kid? I thought the drugs would help, but they just make you sadder and a little deader. I really tried my best, but I don't think there's much use anymore. Nobody cared then, and nobody cares now.
  • Taurus: I'm sorry, but I fell in love with you. I watch you move and I'm captivated. The world slows down just a little bit when I look at you. I wanna kiss your long neck, and run my fingers through your curly hair. I wanna listen to you talk for hours about old movies and bad music. I wanna hear every word that you have to say. But I can't, because you're in love with someone else
  • Gemini: I dreamed so much as a little kid. All those dreams are dead know. The world has a lot of fun killing little girls dreams.
  • Cancer: Please don't go! Stay! Stay! I need you to stay! No one ever stays.
  • Leo: I used to be special. Everyone thought I was going to be this amazing person. They thought I would do great things, but look at me. I'm nothing. If I was anything, it would be a failure.
  • Virgo: She just left. She didn't say anything. In one simple second, all the love and laughter that we had, was ripped from both of us. She just decided she did't feel like loving me anymore.
  • Libra: It's all gone. Any hope that I had is gone.
  • Scorpio: Do you think that if I get prettier, he might look at me like he used to? Maybe he'll love me again.
  • Sagittarius: The whole world is at my fingertips, they say, but I can't seem to ever grab it.
  • Capricorn: I could tell she didn't love me anymore. She would smile, but in her eyes I could see the pity and slight disgust she had for me. I tried to stop loving her, but I couldn't. I felt pathetic, like I was stood up. But this time I couldn't just go home and forget about it the next day. She was, and still is, my everything.
  • Aquarius: I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to be trapped in my mind. I want to live again. I just want to see the light one more time.
  • Pisces: Could you just tell me you love me? You don't have to mean it. I just want, for a second, to feel loved.

montponine  asked:

they don't start "dating" so much as they just. fall into a relationship and all of a sudden they're holding hands and spending a lot of time together and kiSSING(!?) and neither of them really knows when it started but they don't care. james says i love you to everyone bc he's v affectionate but when he says i love you to lily it's Different and everyone can hear it it's not i love you it's I Love You every time no matter how small the scenario it's always I Love You

James is pretty sure he’s been in love with Lily Evans since the beginning of fifth year but then he realises that’s not love because you can’t love someone you don’t know. She’s just very very very attractive. Then the Incident happens and he doesn’t know how he feels and Lily is even more in the dark because they were friends except for when he was a cock but now all she feels when she looks at him is burning burning burning.

The summer cools her off and she doesn’t expect him when she gets back. Well, she does, she just doesn’t expect so much of him. He’s grown, again, and she’s not sure if he’ll ever stop, and it suits him. There’s less tripping and squeezing under desks. Finally, he seems able to actually control all of his limbs. He can’t control his eyes though. James finds them wandering to her during lessons, lunch, once even a quidditch match. She’s so easy to spot with wine red hair and eyes which don’t seem to want to meet his, but do anyway. She keeps noticing things about him, things that weren’t there before. Or maybe she just never let herself notice them before? It happens all the time and she hates that she loves it.

It’s easy. Being friends. Like picking up a book your mum used to read to you at bedtime. You think you’ve forgotten the words, but they all come flooding back. That’s how it feels. To have his arm over her shoulders, to duel with him in DADA, to steal toast from his plate, to save the strawberry botts for her, to watch him and only him on the pitch, to share Potions notes, to throw parchment notes at each other in History of Magic, to borrow his scarf, to hold her hand to help her across boggy Scottish soil. All of it, everything - it’s natural.

People start assuming they’re together. They stop being Lily Evans and James Potter and become Lily and James, addressed as one. Sirius rolls his eyes and becomes bitter, interrupting conversations and not moving to allow Lily a seat. Mary and Marlene giggle and wink at her whenever she sits besides him, the traitorous gits. Everyone knows something is up. Except for them.

Then it’s summer again and he’s so far away and she’s too far away and they write. They write too much to go unnoticed, by friends and then by parents. Mrs Evans try to be nonchalant as she asks who all these owls are from. Mr Potter ruffles James’ hair when Sirius points out that James is spending more time replying to letters then he is playing quidditch. There’s talk of meeting up, but it never happens. Lily never quite manages to draw up the courage to tell James which bus route to take. James always fails to write down where the spot for apparating to is. So they go all summer never seeing each other, except in familiar g’s and friendly scribbles which Lily has to spend ages deciphering into something legible.

September comes and they’re both wearing their badges and neither one is surprised but both are slightly hurt the other didn’t mention it. Excuses are useless so they just say well done and attempt to organise the prefects, even though Remus spends the whole meeting making suggestive gestures at one of them when the other isn’t looking. And nothing has changed. Except James is taller, again, and Lily’s hair is shorter and her boobs are bigger (but James definitely hasn’t noticed that), but they’re the same. No one blinks twice when they’re the only two left in the common room. Everyone is used to seeing them together, heads bent close, people uncertain if they’re discussing rotas or the latest transfiguration journal. It becomes customary that if Lily’s the only one on a sofa, the other half is reserved for James. If James falls asleep with her head in her lap, there’s nothing unusual about it.

People call them a couple and they don’t think to correct them, not having discussed it but sort of knowing anyway. She kisses him goodbye outside the Three Broomsticks once, a peck on the cheek, the Marauders going onto Zonko’s and the girls visiting Honeydukes. He blushes but she doesn’t and then that’s a thing too. It doesn’t take long before the kisses are on the forehead, the nose, the lips. Always gentle, quick and not really anything of note except, every time lips brush skin, their hearts race faster. So no one’s surprised when, with the excuse of mistle toe, a short and swift kiss becomes a long, soft and languid one. (Until Peter throws a cushion at them.)

They’re dating, going out, boyfriend and girlfriend. They’re every synonym for together and they’re happy. Every inch of them says ‘I love you’, but they never say it. And then they do. And it just happens, and their hearts beat faster, and their breath comes short, but they’re not surprised. They know, everyone knows, how could they not be in love? James says it first, casually and then not casually at all. Lily says it back, into his neck, his lips, his heart, both of them smiling like they’ve been given the sun on a string.

So they’re in love and it’s a shred of light in a world which keeps getting extinguished around them. They’re not sure how or when it happened but it did and when they have nothing they have each other, because that’s just how it is.

4

GRIMM | 6.12

I thought I lost you once already tonight. Be careful.

Dearly Beloved

Originally posted by frosya

Read the first here! ~http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158907528077/lovely-lovely-man

You awoke that morning to a beautiful spring day, the sun peaked through soft clouds as they rolled lazily in the sky of gentle blue. You could see the wind shake the leaves of the trees and the golden ends of the barley field next to your home.

“The flowers look wonderful this spring, Miss Fontaine,” You complimented the elderly florist as you examined her daffodils. “And what a lovely shade of yellow.”

“Thank you, dear.” She beamed proudly as you took two and placed them in your basket.

“And how are the lilies?” You asked as she reached under the counter for some shears to cut the stems of her fresh roses.

“Oh just fine, though I still think they’ll need a week or two to fully bloom,” Miss Fontaine saw the minor look of disappointment in your face before laughing softly. “You’ll be the first to hear when they’re ready.”

You smiled at her generosity. “Thank you, have you tried-”

Your words were caught off as the front door of the florist shop opened, a little bell chiming as it did. You whirled around to find a completely out of breath Lefou with his hands on his knees as he huffed the breath back into his lungs.

“Lefou? Are you alright?” You asked as you gingerly placed your hand on his shoulder.

He stood up straight and tall, turning to you as he heaved one final sigh. “Gaston…Gaston is looking for you.”

“Is he drunk again already?” You asked with a clear and sharp agitation to your voice before you placed your flower basket on the counter. “For goodness sake Lefou, it’s barely the afternoon?”

Lefou laughed but it was cut short by a cough as his lungs couldn’t take the strain. “No not-hing like that, I assure, Is there somewhere I can sit?” He asked while simultaneously falling backwords onto the bench by the window, though you still made sure he didn’t harm himself on the way down.

Patiently, you waited for the poor man to catch his breath before he spoke again. “But, Gaston still wishes to speak with you,” He said clearly. “Said it’s urgent.”

You sighed before setting your basket in front of Miss Fontaine. “Would you mind if I left these here? I shouldn’t be too long.”

The old woman giggled and waved her hand. “Don’t you worry about a thing dear.” She then gave you a mischievous wink which only left you perplexed.

Your eyes found there way back to Lefou who, regardless of his disposition only moments ago, was practically beaming.

“Is there something I’m missing?” You asked, turning your gaze between the two of them.

They both shook their heads and Miss Fontaine ushered you both out of the shop. “Everything will still be here when you return, don’t hurry.” She said with that girlish giggle again.

“Will you come?” Lefou asked as he placed his hat back upon his head.

“I dont really have a choice it seems,” You said as you brushed out the skirts of your dress and fixed your hair. “Lead the way.”

You and Lefou had become dear friends in the time you had known each other, so throughout the walk you made simple small talk about how nice the weather was or how lovely Villeneuve looked during Springtime.

Just as you rounded the corner to Gaston’s home, you grabbed Lefou’s arm to pull him back. “Be honest, what aren’t you telling me.”

Lefou laughed awkwardly and shrugged. “I have no idea what you mean!” He then saw the unwavering look upon your face and he sighed in defeat. “It isn’t my place to tell you, I made a promise.”

You smiled at him regardless. “I understand, thank you for escorting me here.”

He tipped his hat. “Good luck, Miss (Y/n).”

Lefou quickly made his exit before you could question him on his words, and with that you walked up to the door and raised on the brass knocker before dropping it against the dark wooden door.

Almost instantly it swung open and you were pulled into two very strong arms that whirled you around once you were inside.

“(Y/n)! It’s a lovely day isn’t?” Gaston said in a rather uncharacteristically cheerful voice, and when he set you back on the ground you looked up to his bright smile.

“You’ve certainly sobered up, last night you could barely keep your eyes focused on the same place.” You teased him as you closed the door behind you.

“Well of course I did, I had you taking care of me didn’t I?” He asked you as he lead further into his home setting you on the sofa before he held out his hands. “Here, close your eyes.”

“What for?”

“A surprise.”

You did as told, holding your hands over your eyes so you couldn’t see him.

“One moment…,” Gaston said and you heard retreating footsteps and a few rustling noises before you heard him return in front of you. “Okay, you can open them.”

You opened your eyes to see a full bouquet of perfectly bloomed white lilies held in his hand.

“Oh my.” You said with a broad smile on your face as you took thek from him. “There absolutely wonderful, where did you get them? Miss Fontaine said her lillies weren’t bloomed yet.”

Gaston pulled one of his chair from the dining table so he could sit with you. “I bought them from her and asked her if she’s keep it a secret, I knew they were your favorite.”

You gently set them down in your lap as you noticed the yellow ribbon holding the stems together. “Thank you, Gaston. It was very kind of you to think of me.

Gaston smiled, “Of course, the lilies aren’t the real reason why I asked to see you.” He said, though his voice was little more quiet and he had moved closer to you.

You looked up from the flowers to meet his eyes with a smile before looking back down at them. “Go on.”

“Well in light of our conversation from last night, there was a question I’d wanted to ask since you left.” Gaston took both of your hands in his and your gazes met each other and you nodded for him to continue. “I’d like to ask you if you’d like to marry me?”

You were completely taken back by the question it seemed to have knocked the air out of you. You’d never think the random conversations you two had after a night were he particularly had too much ale or wine would ever lead to this scenario.

Gaston saw the expression on your face and he couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I understand if this a bit too foward, considering we’ve never formally courted one another,” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small red box, placing it in your hands. “And I have every intention of properly courting you and asking for your family’s good graces, but I want you to hold on to this until that happens.”

You took the box in both of your hands, staring at with wide eyes before they met his again. “I don’t…”

“You may open it if you’d like. I promise all of the evil in the world won’t sprout from the top the moment you lift the lid.” He said, making you both laugh and easing the tension.

Curiosity got the better of you and slowly you opened this box, smiling whenever you saw the ring sitting in the pool of dark velvet. It was a similar shape and style the engagement your mother always wore, and one you always admired.

“I spoke to your brother whenever chosing it.” Gaston said as he looked down at it with you. “You don’t need to accept or reject me anytime soon, I’m more than willing to wait.”

His hands enclosed around yours and he closed the box. “I shall wait regardless of your answer.”

You opened your mouth before closing it and shaking your head at how silly you were being. “I think…,” You said looking up at him with a genuine smile. “Should the time come, I would like to marry you,” You said, watching the light encase in his eyes and his smile grow. “Very much so.”

Gaston leaned foward, careful not to crush your flowers, and kissed your forehead tenderly. “Then that is very good news indeed.”

Veritaserum
  • Snape: You sent for me, Headmistress?
  • Umbridge: Ah, yes. The time has come for answers, whether he wants to give them or not. Have you brought the Veritaserum?
  • Snape: *hands it to her*
  • Umbridge: Good, good. *forces it down Harry's throat*
  • Umbridge: Now, tell me what you w-
  • Harry: I'm in love with Draco Malfoy!
  • Umbridge:
  • Snape:
  • Umbridge: That's not what I wanted to-
  • Harry: I totally love him!
  • Umbridge: Potter! I don't care if you love him! Now tell me who you were-
  • Harry: I looooove him! I looooooove him! I want him to kiss me, hold me, stroke my hair. And maybe spank me a little.
  • Umbridge:
  • Snape: I told you, Headmistress, that it would be unwise to use the whole bottle at once...
Dear Ex boyfriend,

I think about you constantly. I think about your laugh, smile, eyed, body, mind, soul, I think about the way your face would light up when you would talk about Star Wars, baseball, or your job. You were so passionate, so inspiring, so driven. You never gave up on anything even after things got hard and that made me love you even more. I think about how protective you were of me, how supportive you were of me, how you loved me for me, and did whatever you could to see my smile. It took me a long time to realize that you did give me everything that I needed and wanted. You gave me fights over little things, great makeup sex, you were my shoulder to cry on, you tried to help me even if it wasn’t in the way I wanted, your love for me never wavered, and you never gave up. You always told me you loved me even if I needed you to say 50x a day, you always said it so I knew. Every morning when you left before I did you would hand me my elephant, give me a hug, kiss my forehead, then my lips, and then tucked me into bed, kissing my forehead one more time, then you would say “I love you” and go about your day. It was the small things like these that made me fall so much more in love with you than I already was.
I miss you. I haven’t stopped missing you and I don’t think I ever will and it makes me sick. I want to move on, I want to stop missing you, but my heart and gut are telling me not to give up, not to let go, there is still hope, and like I said that makes me sick. It makes me sick because you have moved on, you are happy, you love somebody else and here I am still loving you with all of my heart. “Once upon a time, you loved me, I loved you, but one day you stopped loving me and here I am still loving you.”
With all of that finally said, I need you to know that I want you to be happy. I want you to live your life to the fullest, I want you to love this girl in the way you loved me, appreciate her, hold her, love her, be there for her, never let her go. I want you to succeed and get everything you ever wanted out of life, push yourself in the way I know you can, the way I know that you will. Don’t give up. You can get through anything and no matter what happens I will always be in your corner. I will never give up on you, why? Because I believe in you and what you can do.
You never lost me my love, I am still here, but I have lost you and to that girl, it is the greatest thing that has ever happened to her. You are a special young man and I am proud to say I dated you. You are so kind, passionate, loving, caring, smart, funny, determined, driven, inspiring, an amazing son and brother. I am glad you came into my life and I don’t ever want you to leave. Thank you for everything you have done. Thank you for every smile, every laugh, every moment, every memory, every ounce of love, every promise, every date, every kiss, every cuddle, every fight/argument. Thank you for changing my life. I love you always.
Love,
Rachel

🌟old movies renamed🌟
  • <b> rear window: the boy who cried murder<p/><b>an american in paris:</b> i guess we should add some singing to all of these dance numbers<p/><b>the philadelphia story:</b> i want you back, i want you back🎵<p/><b>how to steal a million:</b> gullibility and sarcasm fall in love and steal a dinky statue<p/><b>cabaret:</b> drag and scandalous dances in WWII<p/><b>the sound of music:</b> where a kid can be a kid (and fucking sing like a normal child)<p/><b>bringing up baby:</b> can we keep him? please?<p/><b>seven brides for seven brothers:</b> abduction cause its romantic<p/><b>singing in the rain:</b> good morning🍊🎵there are 16 oranges in every tropicana pure premiu-<p/><b>it's a wonderful life:</b> a cute old man fixes jimmy stewart's many problems<p/><b>the shop around the corner:</b> we're better staying pen pals than actually dating<p/><b>breakfast at tiffany's:</b> she's lowkey a psycho but it's all about love and cats anyway<p/><b>roman holiday:</b> tomboy princess takes a day off and then has to face reality again<p/><b>star!:</b> gertie get your shit together<p/><b>my fair lady:</b> men are snobs and the english have a social system based on speech<p/><b>sabrina:</b> you got hurt and couldn't go on dates with me so i dated your brother instead<p/><b>thoroughly modern millie:</b> everyone is extra and there are white people who play asian people and horrible sex trafficking but it's okay because carol channing<p/><b>west side story:</b> why the fuck do you love him after he literally murdered your brother oh well he died so who cares anyway<p/><b>harvey:</b> polite and innocent man is a bit loopy so everyone tries to lock him up<p/><b>gone with the wind:</b> you don't love me?!?! but you gotta, i guess i'll marry all of the south to make you jealous<p/><b>casablanca:</b> paris and kids being looked at<p/><b>the african queen:</b> oh we almost died but we didn't so let's kiss and build a torpedo from scratch<p/><b>on golden pond:</b> where everyone won best actor/actress and 74 year old katharine hepburn did her own fucking stunts<p/><b>annie get your gun:</b> frank butler is a fucking selfish wienie<p/><b>lawrence of arabia:</b> nice, noble man goes crazy over the course of 4 hours<p/><b>the wizard of oz:</b> everything magical and good in the world is a hoax, kids<p/><b>cinderella:</b> cinderelly, cinderelly, we're woodland creatures providing comical pastime<p/><b>snow white:</b> practice makes perfect, disney, because this movie was on drugs<p/><b>sleeping beauty:</b> let's take a story about rape and make it for kids but then add unrealistic body types<p/><b>gold finger:</b> look it's the german villain from chitty chitty bang bang in a bond movie<p/><b>chitty chitty bang bang:</b> this movie was also on drugs but it's still great<p/><b>funny face:</b> audrey and fred in france<p/><b>🌟i love all these movies so much so don't get your panties in a wad it's a joke:</b> <p/></p>

anonymous asked:

I love that in the reunion scene Thomas is the one who does more comforting. Flint is crying and can't even open his eyes and Thomas is like, shh, don't cry, *kiss-kiss*. Flint is the manly man on surface, but in that moment he just clings to him and cries and Thomas is taking care of him.

flint is such a delicate flower. so emotional and vulnerable and SOFT. even though you can’t actually hear anything in the scene but music you can still hear the sniffling when he buries his face in thomas’ shoulder. i just love that there is no shame at all in that moment. there is no plantation, no people, no tragedy, it’s just the two of them lost in each other. openly weeping and kissing and completely deaf and blind to the rest of the world. [screams]

Me when I meet people with babies/kids: yes hi okay you have a small human coolio

Me when I meet people with dogs: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg can I pet you, can I kiss you, you’re SO CUTE LET ME LOVE YOUUUUUUU *the world disappears, it is just me and the doggo*

anonymous asked:

Oh my god I don't CARE if we're only "1 minute passed closed", we are STILL CLOSED and I will apologize and give you our hours for tomorrow and invite you back then but I WILL NOT kiss your entitled ass when you throw a fit about it. Our hours are clearly posted on the door and on our website, whose fault is this, really?