i should be put down for this

This girl in the theater had her feet up on the back of my friend's chair.

I was out to a movie with my friends last night. We come and sit down, and I realize pretty soon that this girl in the row behind us has her feet up on my friend David’s seat. She’s there with one of her friends. So David turns around and he says something like, “uh do you think you could put your feet down?” And I think they say something in response but I didn’t hear it. The feet didn’t go down. A few minutes later David says, “hey, will you get your feet off my chair? It’s extremely rude.” And they still don’t budge.

So I tell David that he should go find an employee and get them to talk to this girl. He does exactly that, and after a couple minutes an employee comes and talks to this girl. She is obviously pretty peeved but begrudgingly agrees to put her feet down.

After the employee leaves, she puts her feet right back up.

At this point I’m pissed off. Why is it so important to you that you have your feet up on someone’s chair? You’re just being a brat.

So I get out of my seat, walk up two rows, sit down in the seat directly behind this girl, and stick my foot on the back of her chair and push it forward. They both turn around and try to say something to me, but I can’t really hear them since the movie had started by this point, so I just say “just watch the movie.”

I kept my feet up there the entire movie. It felt like I had done walls sits for two hours but I’m glad I did it.

papaviking  asked:

Hi Mark, I just got an important promotion today and I wondered if you had advice or a story about receiving promotions?

I get called into Bill’s office. He’s there with my then boss Randy Buehler. Bill has me sit down. He starts taking and I’m trying to figure out why I’m there.

At one point, he starts taking about me running the creative team. When I ask, “You want me to run the creative team?”, Bill replies, “Yeah, we think the Head Designer should oversee the creative team.

"Head Designer!” I thought to myself, “You kind of buried the lede.” (Journalism talk for not putting the important fact at the beginning of an article.)


Since I’ve been sent two similar prompts, I figured the writing gods were trying to tell me something. Not sure if it’s coincidence or fate, but it’s about time I finally try my hand at this story. Please enjoy :)

Jack takes one look at the dress, looks back up at Geoff, and says, “Absolutely fucking not.”

“C’mon, Jack.”

“Geoff, the guy’s sleazy. I’d put a bullet in him within ten seconds of meeting him.”

Jack had Geoff there; their target, who had so many aliases his real name has eluded even Gavin’s tech skills, had a smarmy smile and a wandering hand that should have been parted from his body a long time ago. Geoff feels bad for even asking Jack, but she’s the guy’s type. Alive and female.

“I told you she’d say no,” Gavin says from across the room, hanging off the couch upside down, watching CCTV footage on Geoff’s TV. “That man has been standing there, finger in his nose, for almost half an hour.”

“Why are you watching him?” Jack asks curiously, ignoring Geoff as he gestures to the dress, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Dunno, figured he’d do something else by now.” Gavin turns the TV off, flipping around so he’s sitting upright, clutching his head. “Probably shouldn’t have done that.”

Jack murmurs an agreement, turning her attention back to Geoff. “The answer is still no.”

“We need somebody to seduce the buyer…”

“Then one of you do it.”

“We would, but…” Geoff trails off, but they all understand perfectly. Ryan’s good looks and Gavin’s boyish charms weren’t going to catch this guy’s attention. Figures, one of the girls would be stuck doing this job.

With a heavy sigh, Geoff says, “I guess we could ask Lindsay…”

“I’ll do it,” Gavin announces, hopping to his feet.

“You’re a dude.”

“Well spotted.” He grins when Geoff glares at him. “I’ll have you know, I can pull off a dress. And heels. And makeup.”

“That was one time and you nearly died.”

I’ll do it,” Gavin repeats, brushing off Geoff’s concern, heading towards the door. “It’s not my first undercover job, Geoff. I can do this, you know.”

“I’ve never doubted your ability.” Geoff looks torn, but he knows they don’t have much choice, and Gavin is willing to do this job. “If you’re sure…”

“I am.”

Geoff sighs again, picking the dress up and carrying it across the room to Gavin. “Not sure this dress is going to fit you, buddy.”

“No worries,” Gavin responds, waving the dress away, “I have one in mind.”

Michael will never say it out loud, but Gavin looks good in a dress. The gold evening gown brings out his coloring, he seems to know his way around a pair of heels, and the light touch of makeup almost makes him forget Gavin is a dude. Almost.

And Michael realizes he’s been staring way too long.

“Shit, Gavin,” he comments, breaking eye contact, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Like what you see?” Gavin teases, laughing when Michael flips him off.

“Where’d you put your gun?” Jeremy walks around Gavin, studying him, tapping his chin. “Or any weapon for that matter?”

“It’s a bit rude, asking me those questions.”

“It’s a legit question!”

Gavin walks away from Jeremy, stopping next to Geoff, glancing over his shoulder at what little they had on their target. He’s disappointed he couldn’t find more, but any information is better than nothing.

“You ready for this?” Geoff asks for the fourth time, and Gavin sighs. “Okay, fine, you’re ready, but if things get heavy…”

“I’ve got it covered,” Gavin says confidently.

“But if they do…”

Gavin rolls his eyes, shaking his head, but he humors Geoff for the sake of shutting him up. “Michael and Jeremy will be posing as servants, Ryan’ll be lurking around acting like a party guest, and you and Jack will be parked down the street in a surveillance van. Am I missing anything?”

Begrudgingly, Geoff crosses his arms and mutters, “No.”

“I’ll be fine, Geoff. Don’t worry so much.”

For the most part, Gavin is fine. He waited until their target had a few drinks in him before approaching him, got him talking, learned more than he had through his extensive cyber research. He also got groped more than he’d have liked, which, he reminded himself, stopped any of the girls from getting groped, but it still didn’t mean he liked it.

He’s not sure when things went sour, but here he is, hiding behind an upturned table, firing a small .22 pistol. It had been the only weapon he could conceal in his thigh holster without giving away the fact that he’s armed.

He feels bad for women who have to do these types of things in fancy dress. His gown is hard to maneuver in and one of his heels snapped, he’s pretty sure there’s mascara in his eyes, and his wig kept obscuring his vision until he got so frustrated he ripped it off his head and threw it away.

The gunfight ends within moments of starting; the buyer screaming in pain from a shoulder wound, two of his goons dead, and a lot of panic. On their end, nobody ends up hurt too badly; a bullet grazing Ryan’s arm, and Jack’s face has a few cuts from when the chandelier fell, but it could have been worse.

They hightail it out of there when they hear sirens, but not before handcuffing the buyer to the stair railing (they got all they needed out of him and there’s no use wasting another bullet on him).

In the van, screeching around the corner, Gavin kicks his heels off, grabbing the extra set of clothes he had bought to change into, glancing over at Jeremy who’s been watching him for the better part of five minutes.


“Never, ever use a thigh holster again, dude. Just no.”

“What do you want me to use instead?”

“I don’t know. A purse. Women carry purses!”

“I know, but I couldn’t find one that matched this dress.”

“Just promise me, next time, use a purse.”

“I make no promises.”

Uhm, uhm, uhm.. so like I have 200 followers all a sudden and I’ve barely been here for a month and I honestly don’t usually do follower forever’s because I don’t ever have the patience to sit down and write all this along with twenty billion names, but I thought I should honestly express how great I’ve felt since I joined this community. MY DOOD’S I’M NOT WORTHY OF SUCH LOVE I AM BUT A SIMPLE PLANT THAT SPROUTED LESS THAN A MONTH AGO AND HAS BEEN SHOWERED WITH WATER, SUNLIGHT, AND TLC EVERY DAY SINCE I BREACHED THE GROUND BELOW. So putting it simply, this is probably one of the nicest, silliest, communities I’ve ever been a part of and I quite frankly love everything about it and I’ve been having the time of my life with it. Y’all are so damn welcoming, I was honestly incredibly shocked at first. I couldn’t believe it. Seriously! BE PROUD OF YOURSELVES, THIS COMMUNITY IS FANTASTIC. Anyways, I hope you guys have been enjoying my company as much as I’ve been enjoying all of yours!

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The Final Crescendo (1)

“Baekhyun-ah” You whispered as the tears rolled down your pale cheek.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you managed to say “ I love you”.

(A/N) : This is Baekhyun x reader. Enjoy ! 

I don’t own any of the characters nor companies mentioned and it is purely fictional and should not be taken seriously. I only own the plot.

10 years ago

“Daddy ! Take me with you.” you said extending your arms towards him wanting to be carried. 

“(Y/n) not today honey, I have an important meeting.” He saw the frown on my face “ How about next week? and we’ll even get ice cream.” He put his fingers on the corner of your lips and pushed them up turning the frown upside down. 

 You gave him the large toothy grin you had been holding in.  

7 years ago 

“Dad, why are we moving ? I like our house” you pouted 

“Baby girl, I’m a boss now and I need to be as close to the office as possible in case of an emergency. Don’t worry ! it means you can come visit daddy more often.” He flashed the same tired smile, he’s been giving you for the past few months. 

After he became CEO of SMtown. 

3 years ago

You heard the faint sounds of someone singing echo through the empty hallway, while you were taking your usual stroll waiting for father to finish his meeting. Unintentionally you followed the trail, your heart beating louder as you got closer to the source, you placed your hand on the doorknob, however the singing stopped and so did your heart for a second there, the door flung opened. Standing before you was a boy no older than yourself in a hoodie that reached his mid thighs, fluffy black hair and crescent eyes as he gave you a smile. 

“I’m Baekhyun, nice to meet you. “ He said reaching his hand out for a handshake “I’m new here” he added. 

“I’m (y/n).” you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

2 years ago 

“(y/n) I’m going to debut next year !! Can you believ-” he started coughing “believe it?” 

“Yea…that’s great Baek!” Trying to sound as genuinely happy as I possible could for the sake of not hurting your best friend’s feelings. “Are you alright ?” concerned of the seriousness of the cough. 

“I’m fine (y/n), why aren’t you excited ? it’s only been a year and I’m going to debut that’s like insane! ” He could read you like an open book and you hated it. 

“I am excited!” You tried convincing yourself, but you knew this just meant less time to spend with Baekhyun who’ll be so busy and broken from the amount of work and pressure there is, you saw this with many idols during your time in SM (basically your whole pre-adult years) 

He pursed his lips into a thin line, then continued by running his fingers through his now champaign pink hair. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, well you never were able to, honestly. He looked drained already and it hurt you that you had to see him that way, maybe you should have a word to your father about Baekhyun, maybe not. 

“Let’s go for some food (y/n).” He fingers wrapped around your wrist, you could see the small mole on his thumb, it made your heart flutter, goosebumps forming on your forearm. He was your kryptonite, his touch drove you crazy, your name rolling off his tongue made your knees weak, you didn’t want to admit it, you suppressed your feelings since the first day he opened that door. 

You had already fallen in love with Byun Baekhyun. 

“(y/n)?” Baekhyun snapped his finger infront of your face until you came back to reality. “Ah sorry let’s go Baek!” you apologised for your sudden trance, but like a broken record the word ‘love’ repeated in your head and you sighed as you realised there were no brakes on this ‘feelings train’ . 

1.5 years ago

You two had decided to have a Hunger Games marathon at Baekhyun’s house, because the boy had apparently never heard of the trilogy before, outrageous! 

You sat at one end of the couch while he sat at the other, the bowl of popcorn acting as a barrier between you two. You were grateful at how distracted he was, allowing you to steal glances of his through the corner of your eye, and how he was unphased when your hands had bumped when reaching for the popcorn, while you felt the blush creep up your cheeks. 

They had managed to watch the first part of the movie in silence since you didn’t want to spoil anything for baekhyun, however it reached the scene were ‘Katniss had kissed Peeta in the cave, while they were both hiding and treating Peeta’s wounds’ and somewhere deep within you, without even thinking, your conscious deciding to momentarily abandon you, 

“I like you.” you blurted out softly. 

You shut your eyes so hard, that your face was so scrunched up, praying that Baekhyun had not heard your unplanned confession. There was no sound from the other side of the couch, therefore you gather every ounce of courage you had left and decided to peak at Baekhyun.

Wrong move. 

His dark orbs were staring at you in disbelief, his mouth slightly hung open. “You like me ?” He asked still in shock and you nodded sheepishly avoiding eye contact with him. You were met with another silence. 

“Do you like me in a friend way-” Baekhyun had spoke again. 

“Please just forget about it Baek, pretend I didn’t say anything okay? Your my best friend and that’s enough for-” Before you could finish your sentence, you felt a pair of soft lips pressing against yours, “or like this?” Baekhyun finishing the question you had previously interrupted. 

Your brain was shutting off, it couldn’t quite comprehend what had happened, until it happened again. Those lips somehow ended up against yours again, releasing those feelings you had tried so hard to keep deep within yourself. 

Screw it, it’s now or never. You thought to yourself.

You kissed back, tilting your head to find a better angle, deepening the kiss as your right hand snaked around his nape while your left hand gripping onto his sleeves. There was a loud crash, you pulled away frightened by the sound, eyeing the bowl of popcorn now spilled on the floor. 

The room was filled with the sounds of short breaths and soft panting, his lips were now plump and pink, while his shirt was almost pulled off his shoulder (your fault by the way).

“When?W-When did you feel like this towards me?” You managed to stutter the question. 

“Since the day you shook my hand.” The corners of his lips were pulled up slightly. 

“Why didn’t you say anything about it?!” Baffled by his confession. 

“I was waiting for you to say it, I didn’t want you thinking I liked you because of your connections (her father) .” He admitted, his hand scratching the back of his head. 

You felt so happy, he was the first one who had not liked you in order to abuse your connections, it’d happened so many times over the years that you’ve learned to tread lightly around love. 

You got up from your seat and stepped over the bowl, standing between Baekhyun’s stretched out legs. 

Throwing away every last drop of dignity, you sat yourself on his lap, wrapping your arm around his broad shoulder before leaning in, forehead touching his, for the long, passionate kiss you imagined and longed for every night before you slept, but this time you had the hardness of Baekhyun’s chest under your palm instead of your soft pillow. 

To be continued… 

Part 1 || Part 2 

anonymous asked:

I love your hcs! The newest 'first pet' one is adorable~ Just one little detail I feel like you should know. You put down Jaehee getting a parrot because "it's not a huge responsibility" and that is a huge misconception. Parrots can live for 20-85 years. And they're really smart, which means they can get into a lot of trouble. It's like having a permanently-screaming 2 year old that you can't put a diaper on. A lot of birds are abused b/c of this, thought I should let you and your followers know

Haha, we believe any pet is a huge responsibility really:) In the context of Jaehee’s, it’s just that (after working for Jumin and dealing with Elizabeth) she didn’t want a big pet like that. She wanted (if even that) something smaller if she ever got one. Like you said, any bird is a pretty big responsibility, so she was also a little upset when MC got her one. 

Hope this makes sense? We weren’t belittling birds or various pets at all. Haha, thank you though! 

PS: Screaming like a two year old, we’re dying x’’’D

Enjoying this beautiful day outdoors, hiking, breathing in the fresh air and absorbing the earth’s positive energy ☮️ today is a new beginning for me, I finally feel free of the negative energy this whole situation was bringing into my life. This new beginning deserves a fresh start, so this will be my last post on this blog. I won’t be deleting it or my links, and will still check the asks occasionally in case links aren’t working. I wouldn’t stoop to the level of taking down my links, that would only hurt those who love and support me. I won’t be putting the name of my new blog here, but I do hope those of you who still support me find it! 5 years is too long in one place. My life is changing and evolving and so should my blog. this isn’t goodbye, just a see you soon ❤️

wallysboyfriend  asked:

hey dw you're not being an asshat by setting boundaries

Don’t know you but I love you. 

(Also, what they said is important. You can set boundaries, you /should/. If someone makes you feel uncomfortable for whatever reason, you have a right to remove yourself from the situation. Whether that means no longer replying and blocking or maybe even shutting down your askbox because you’re not comfortable. You can take a break from your blog, you can do /anything/. It’s very important you put yourself first in the face of things that make you feel /not okay/.)

anonymous asked:

So I've got sports day comming up and I feel extremely dysphoric without my binder on. I also just changed my name and gender officially but I haven't told the school and they entered me in women's events! I'm panicing what should I do?

Okay well firstly I know it may be tough but you definitely shouldn’t wear your binder, a good high compression sports bra should flatten you down a bit and I know it won’t be the same but its better than nothing.

And then I’d advise you to talk to someone in school, tell them about the name change etc. and ask to be put into mens events (or excused for the day)

Hope it works out!! -Matthew

So since my sleeping habbits are absolutely terrible I’m going to pull an all-nighter and see how long it takes me to write a full chapter of Rebirth. If I put down around 1000 words in an hour it should only take me between 4-6 hours depending on how long it is?? 

Well I’ve got my tea, my laptop, my two adorable kitties, and music so lets hope I can concentrate for that long… If all goes well I’ll have finished the next chapter by 5 AM. 

Why do I do this to myself… why do I insist on writing in huge bursts and then not putting a single word down for weeks… 

current book list, because I’m getting behind!!!

The Hidden Life of Trees – easy  enough to read so I thought it’d be quick, but I’m still somehow only a third of the way through??  probably because in between good science information, the author’s brand of anthropomorphism gets kind of annoying.

Mission Gamma: Cathedral – I’m enjoying both plots!  however  I left off on a chapter with some side Bajoran character at a vedek council meeting or something, so whenever I pick it up I put it back down again.

Gulp – book club sorta-monthly book.  should be fun!   

1q84 – my book club’s project book for the summer that I agreed to because I’ve been meaning to read Murakami, so this way I finally will… I should uhh start this so that it’s not a year later before we can discuss it

……….all this to say that Una McCormack’s Enigma Tales arrived on my Kindle but I gotta read (or make headway on) a million other books before I can start it.

An AU where Bitty didn’t go to Samwell and instead started working at a bakery in Providence. The bakery is around the same neighbourhood where Tater lives.

Tater starts frequenting the place and soon enough, you guessed it. Bitty and Tater become friends.

The best of friends. The ride or die friends. The I’d hide a body with you friend. But also the how many skittles can you fit in your mouth? Friend.

Tater starts a lot of his stories with ‘B and I…’ ‘Took B to’ 'B is’ etc and everybody starts assuming that B is Tater’s girlfriend, until he brings him for a game.

Everybody sort of goes 'oooooh’ and assumes this is Tater coming out and bringing his boyfriend to meet them. And if you think about it, it sort of explains Tater calling him B.

Then Tater comes super excited one day. 'B will move with me!’ And they all congratulate him and everything, thinking it’s so nice that Tater and Bitty’s relationship is going well, while actually Tater has been nagging Bitty to move in so he can have access to pie 24/7.

But also because Bitty is his best friend and since he bought his apartment he has been feeling a little lonely, this is the reason that does convince Bitty to move in because he has been feeling a little lonely too.

Fast forward a year, Jack graduates and joins the team. By this point Bitty is a regular at the games, he is a very in demand babysitter and makes a lot of food for the players.

Before he starts, Guy and Marty take the time to feel him out and explain that Tater has a boyfriend, and that they will have nothing but acceptance in their locker room.

They do this after asking Tater if it was ok to tell Jack about Bitty.

'No problem!’ Tater replies happily 'But B so good he need no introduction.’

Jack is pleased by this of course, and happy he is in a welcoming team.

Then Jack meets Bitty.

And to make it better, let’s say he meets him when he is carrying a bunch of stuff for the nook.

'You should eat more protein,’ Jack jokes after seeing all the pies, and offers a hand to carry things.

Bitty jokes/flirts back. They are having a moment, Jack feels butterflies in his stomach and well, if the team is ok with Tater, surely they’d be ok with him…

'B! You made it!’ Tater bellows from down the hallways and rushes over, picking Bitty and putting him in a bear hug. 'I miss you.’

'Tater!’ Bitty yells laughing, and kisses his cheek playfully, 'you saw me this morning.’

'Yeah but you sleepy, you grumpy when sleepy. Like tiny bear.’

And then Bitty and Tater start to bicker like an old married couple. This whole time Tater is holding Bitty up.

Jack stomach drops to his feet, because of course Bitty is taken. By his teammate.

Jack develops a crush, a massive problematic crush because holy fuck Tater is the nicest person ever, and he would never want to get in between him and his boyfriend, but also he is terrified of Tater finding out because he once took two defence man by himself and won.

Meanwhile, at Bitty and Tater’s home, Bitty flings himself dramatically over the counter.

'Tater! I’m in love. Jack is so cute and nice, I like him so much.’

'Jack nice guy, he good guy for you. I approve,’ Tater says solemnly with a mouth full of pie.

'Say it don’t spray it,’ Bitty asks for the millionth time. 'Do you know if he likes guys?’

And then Tater being the good friend he is, tries to feel Jack out and play matchmaker, while an increasingly alarmed Jack thinks Tater is warning him off about crushing on Bitty.

Which isn’t helped by the fact Bitty keeps popping up to chirp him, which kind of feels like flirting but surely not…

Things get clarified and everything, Jack and Bitty start dating, and Tater has to explain 8 times to everybody that no, he never dated Bitty.

'We kissed once. We agree weird. We best as best friends,’ Tater says once again.

'Yeah but if he was going to date somebody other than you why couldn’t it be me?’ Poots complains loudly.

'You no good enough for B,’ Tater chirps back. 'I only let B date good teammate who didn’t eat my pie.’

'Will you let that go man!? I didn’t know it was yours.’

'It had sticky paper with Tater on it! You don’t fool me Poot, you food thief!’


I’m a serious artist, I tell myself, every day a little less convincingly

Imma Teach You How to Gain Some Witchy Energy

Alright my friends. I have this problem: I am unmotivated and extremely barren energy-wise. Here are my fun ideas for gaining energy! This is kind of a Witchy self care day plan. You don’t have to do all of these btw. Do what you can. Anywho. Onto the things!

🔮 Go outside. Find a tree, preferably a strong mauve old one. Oaks are perfect. Place your hands on the bark, or by your sides. Align your feet with where the roots should be, and take a deep breath. As you exhale, visualize all the emptiness inside you draining with the air. Then inhale, and take in the trees strength from the roots. Do this as much as you need to.
🔮 make yourself a sachet full of your favourite flower petals. I would use carnation for strength, lavender for cleansing (I know its an herb pfft), and sunflower for energy and brightness. It can be a coffee filter full of your flower petals. Just tie off the end with a hair tie. Or you can be fancy. Idc. Whatever works, friendo.
🔮 Draw a sigil for energy. Good energy, mind you. Whatever that means for you, make it. Draw it on yourself or on the sachet, or somewhere on your clothes. Like a tag.
🔮 If you have spirit companions ask them for energy and help. Sometimes they are more than willing to offer you some help!
🔮 Grab yourself a water bottle. Put some quartz in it. Now shake that magical drink like there’s no tommorow for a full minute. Make sure the quartz is clean and put the cap on tight. Take out the quartz (put the water in a glass so its easier to do so) and drink the gem elixir! Woo hoo!!!
🔮 Draw yourself a bath. Add some bubbles. Fill that puppy. Now light a few yellow candles. Set quartz, carnelian, and turquoise somewhere they won’t get wet, but still close to the candles. The energy you will feel should be amazing, trust me. The quartz should amplify the energy of the other crystals and the candles. The carnelian is full of warmth and joy and vitality. The turquoise helps with creativity, and in my experience, motivation and inspiration.
🔮 Put a pillow on your bed or take one from it. Say this chant over it as you draw a circle on its surface with your finger:
“Pillow keep my energy tight
in your arms every night.”
That should keep your energy from draining whole you sleep. I found that when I dream a lot, I feel tired when I awaken. When I did this, it never happened again.
🔮 Take a nap. Or lay down and rest for an hour. Don’t make any posts or do things that could drain you. Just chill and try to recharge. Place crystals and herbs nearby if you want.
🔮 Make sure to put at least one of these types of days in your schedule every two weeks or so. Alternatively, do it when you need it. I need it Evert week. Some of you might need it more often. You do you.
🔮Eat lots of fruits and veggies. Their nutrients provides lots of good energy, physically and metaphysically (due to their properties). If you can’t afford these, try growing your own or adding herbs and spices to your food if you’ve got them.



?): I need some help. I’m doing research for Sana’s Eid party.

?: What is Eid?

?: Is it Muhammad’s birthday?

?: The interney says it’s a bit like Christmas

ELIAS: maybe

EKLIAS: It’s not Muhammad’s birthday

?: When is His birthday then

?: Do I meet up at Maghrib or Iftaar? Should I bring snacks and gifts? Should I wear flats? A folk costume? Necklaces? Will there be dancing? Should I contribute with songs to a Spotify playlist? Are there Eid stores?

ELIAS: just go down to grønland and ask for a standard Eid package

ELIAS: and remember when you pay in the store, you have to put in your code backwards because arabic countries read from the right

?: Eid package here I come


and when the lights start flashing like a photobooth
and the stars exploding
we’ll be fireproof

—troye sivan “youth” / © hoshi majoo

Ten Things We’ve Noticed About Gemini

1. More introverted than made out to be


3. Cares more about others feelings than their own

4. Nerdy but it’s very cute

5. Has a hard time opening up

6. Really good photographers

7. Very reasonable

8. Down to do anything

9. Doesn’t give a fuck about what you think of them

10. Bottles up their feelings until they break 


Kravitz (taz) aesthetic