i was thinking about this while in the shower

things that came up in conversation with @spikekat today, re: the vancouver boys and their home life. i take only 50% credit

  • co-showering is common at litchfield house as are casual handjobs. just guys being dudes being bros?
  • these boys like to shop at lush but not for soap to clean themselves. they fucking love bath bombs.
  • they love them for reasons that are not as wholesome as you might think.
  • you ever had someone surprise toss one of those glitter-bubble monstrosities in the water while you’re trying to fuck in the bath? 90% of the vancouver boys have. sicksteve is the sole survivor bc he’s stealthy about his bathtime. (and he props a chair under the door handle.)
  • pranking each other during hookups is not off the table.
  • it is in fact very, very on the table. it is top tier pranking.
  • and cheng2 is the king of terrible pranks. his favorite thing is to fling a significant amount of half-slushy ice water on someone about five minutes after they get in a nice hot shower.
  • even better if it’s two boys or more and they’re just starting to get things going.
  • he is also very good at running away.
just a witchy reminder

⭐️when my room isn’t clean, i feel my energy is trapped and muddled. take a moment to just tidy at least one thing in your room today.

⭐️make sure you’ve washed your face today. feel the air on your skin, and remember your skin requires care too. healthy skin = a healthier you.

⭐️it’s okay to take that nap today. sit your crystals under your pillow and let them charge with you. you need a break to recharge just like your crystals do.

⭐️thinking about going to the gym lately? do it today, even if you just walk on a treadmill for 10 minutes. come home, take a nice shower, and feel proud of yourself.

⭐️don’t feel bad if you haven’t practiced in a while. we all have busy times, low times, and slow times. your time to shine will be here again soon.

i love you guys, if you ever need anything, i’m here to chat!

  • Yuuri: Viktor, I'm taking a shower now, think about something to do
  • Viktor: [nods]
  • -after a while-
  • Yuuri: [in the shower, singing]
  • Viktor: [appears right behind him] why should I think about something to do when I could actually do you?
  • Yuuri:
  • Yuuri: [internally screaming]
Wanna Bet? II (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!Reader

PART I | PART III

Warnings: SMUT…

Word Count: 2,240

Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…

A/N: This is my fic, just re-posting on my sideblog!


As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.

You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.

You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.

“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”

“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.

As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…

“Shit.”

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johnson, doing his part

*random team member* “hey johnson why are you putting up so much mistletoe this year? you’ve never done it before”

“oh, well, it’s my last year, might as well go out with a bang. or someone else’s bang hahaha”

“???”

(johnson is not funny no matter how funny he thinks he is)

-

“jack. you gotta understand. bitty needs you. and you need him too. seriously once you work on the whole checking thing with him everything will be fuckin’ awesome, trust me man”

“johnson how did you get in here i locked the door and wedged a chair under it”

“the narrative demanded it to parallel when you walk in while bitty is singing in the shower”

“fine don’t tell me”

-

*to ransom* “you know, big height differences are really overhyped”

-

*to shitty* “i know you’re only a freshman in college and it’s pretty early to think about marrying anyone but just consider how pissed your parents would be if you dated an art major”

“johnson it’s the middle of the night”

“hush this will all make sense next year”

REVIEW MY BINDING TIPS.

This is part of script Im shooting today about binding. Will you review my tips and tricks to make sure they are accurate? Any feedback?

What do people need to know if they are thinking about binding? Tips and tricks:

- Like I said, get a professional binder. Cheap binders and homemade binders can be really uncomfortable and really dangerous.

- Start slow. Short periods of time per day to break in your binder and get used to the sensation.

- New binders are hard to get on, down panic. Take your time, it might require a few attempts thats ok. But don’t try putting it on right out of the shower. If any part of you is wet, it’s even harder.

- Never bind while sick, flying, exercising, don’t sleep in your binder, and don’t double bind.

- Don’t wear for longer than 8-10 hours you can cause serious damage to your body. The longer you wear a binder the more often you might want to and the longer you’ll probably want to go. I get that, but still you’re body needs breaks an pushing your limits isn’t worth it. 

- GET THE RIGHT SIZE. Binders come tight. Don’t order a smaller size than you should because you want a really flat chest. The correct size will be flat enough, and it’s not safe to go smaller than recommended. Plus you just won’t be able to get it on. 

- Most people are NOT going to be completely flat. That’s just how it is. If you try to achieve an absolutely, 100% flat look, you could hurt yourself and you you’ll probably be disappointed. Dysphoria is shitty, I know, but it’s easier and safer to accept a slight chest. 

Thoughts?

late night conversations

REQUEST: Imagine like it’s late at night and you’re sitting on the kitchen floor with a bowl of cereal on your lap as you think to yourself about random ideas, then seb comes and sits next to you also with a bowl of cereal and the two of you talking about the weirdest and most random things.

WARNINGS: fluffffffffffffffffffffffff!!!!!!!!!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: okay, this is the CUTEST request i’ve received in a while and I had soooooooo much fun writing it! So thank you anon! I hope you enjoy! .xx


After a long day of running around the city you just wanted to go home, take a shower, and get into bed. So that’s exactly what you did when you walked through the front door. You left a trail of clothes to the bathroom where you took a relaxing warm shower. Then, you changed into some comfy clothes and jumped onto the soft mattress.

Sebastian wouldn’t be home until later that day. He had gone to visit his mom for a bit and he was usually gone for most of the day whenever he was visiting her.

You woke up hours later, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. You saw Sebastian’s silhouette laying next to you, soft snores escaping his mouth. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and checked the time. It was currently 2AM and you were wide awake.

Dammit,” you muttered under your breath. This is why you didn’t like going to sleep early. You always woke up in the middle of the night.

You set your phone down and tried going back to sleep but your stomach began gurgling. You remembered that you had only eaten a bag of chips throughout the day. You were getting hungrier as the seconds passed, so you threw your legs over the mattress and tiptoed out of the room and into the kitchen.

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Auston Matthews - Part 13

Can’t believe I’m already on part 13! This has been so much fun and I hope you all have enjoyed it as much as I have!

I sit in the SUV by myself for quite a while, which I expected and very much wanted. I hadn’t had a moment alone in over three days, even when I’m in the shower, there is usually someone in the bathroom with me. I settle back in my seat and close my eyes. The last three days have been an absolute whirlwind; I got the deal of a lifetime but I’m too big of a chicken shit to take a chance, I may or may not be crushing on my best friend’s brother and I may be thinking things about said brother that I really shouldn’t and to top it all off I keep overreacting to every single thing I encounter.

I let out a frustrated scream and then quickly look around the parking ramp to make sure no one thinks I’m being murdered.

No matter how much I try to think about something else, Auston always takes my mind. I know it’s exactly what Alex and Breyana wanted, but I’m not so sure it’s what Auston wants, no matter how he may look at me. He’s nineteen years old and killing it in the NHL, there’s no way he wants just one person and I refuse to be someone he uses and then tosses away. Although, I know Mrs. Matthews would beat the shit out of him if he ever did.

I think about that for a moment. Auston wouldn’t dare try and do that to me, I decide. I’m too close to his family and even he knows there is no way that they would ever leave me, I would always be another child to his mother and father both. Maybe Alex is right, there’s something there.

Right as the thought crosses my mind, the car door to my side flies open and I scream. Alex jumps back and we stare at each other in shock before erupting into laughter

               “What the hell was that?” Alex asks, doubled over from laughing.

               “You scared me!” I yell back, and smack at her arm.

               “I gathered that,” she replies and climbs into the seat next to me, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews taking their respective seats in the front. Breyana is nowhere in sight.

               “She rode with Auston and a few of his friends,“ Alex says, answering my unasked question.

               “Everyone ready to go?” Mr. Matthews asks, looking in the rearview mirror, although he only looks at me.

               “Yep,” I nod and buckle myself in.

               Alex reaches over and grabs my hand after a moment.

               “Are you okay?” She asks me quietly, no one else paying any attention.

               I look at her a moment and consider telling her everything, but here is not the place. I just put my hand over hers and nod.

               “I’m okay, Alex. I just needed a few minutes to myself. I haven’t had that since you all picked me up three days ago. You know how I am,” I say, playing it off as best I can.

               She stares at me and then nods after a moment.

               “You’ve been a popular person since we picked you up, but I get it,” she squeezes my hand and I give her a grateful smile. We keep our hands together until we reach the restaurant.  

               Breyana catches sight of me as I near the table, once again back in a secluded section of the restaurant, and nudges Auston who sits on her left side, his head bent over his menu. When he looks at her, she nods at me and when he catches sight of me his face lights up like a Christmas tree, giving me that one smile again and my heart goes into overdrive. At the sight of Auston, several guys sitting around Auston snap their heads around to look at me, having just reached the end of the table.

               I eye them warily as they stare at me, I recognize them as Marner, Nylander, Brown and Hyman.

               “Blue dress girl,” one of them says and I can’t tell who but I raise my eyebrows at Auston who turns a shade of red and lowers a glare to the one sitting at the end of the table closest to me, Nylander.

               “Blue dress girl indeed,” I say, biting my lip to keep from laughing at Auston’s expression, I hadn’t ever seen him embarrassed before. I take my seat, finding myself between Alex and the red head Leafs rookie. Auston is sitting on the opposite side of the table and down one, diagonal from me.

               Alex catches his eye and makes a face at him clearly upset about him for something, but if he notices, he just ignores her. I can still feel the eyes of the table on me and quickly pick up my menu. This is going to be an awkward few hours.

               The table is set up just like a family dinner at Thanksgiving, all the parents are at one end and all the “kids” at the other. After we order our drinks, two are set in front of me and I look down the table quizzically at Mr. Matthews, it looks like one of his favorites. He meets my gaze from his spot a few seats down and winks at me, I grin and pick up the small glass and swirl it around for a moment.

               “Oh, dad is handing out the congratulations drinks already,” Alex coos next to me, eyeing the drink as well. My stomach drops and I instantly look at Auston, the guilt almost too much to bear.

               Auston gives me a small smile, seeing the distress on my face and I feel someone nudge my foot under the table and I know he’s silently telling me to just drink it.

               I look back at Mr. Matthews who has his glass already raised in my direction, I give him my best smile and raise mine as well before tilting my head back and letting the sweet liquid burn the back of my throat. I make a face and hear several people laugh as I cough.

               “Oh my God, Brian. What was that?” I splutter, reaching for my glass of water and chasing it down.

               Mr. Matthews just chuckles and goes back to his conversation with another guy who I don’t know, but I assume it’s one of the dads.

               “Oh, right, you had a meeting today didn’t you? For the new program at the University?” I hear someone ask and look across the table to see Mitch talking to me.

               “Yeah…” I say slowly, my eyes again going to Auston who once again is a deep shade of red and I see Mitch make a face, I assume he must have just received a kick in the ankle. He talks about me?

               “How did it go?” Mitch asks, recovering from a now sore ankle.

               “It went great, still a few things to work out, but so far so good,” I say as cheerfully as I can.

                Mitch chats with me for a while about the university and I feel myself start to loosen up and I start having fun. Somehow, when Mitch goes to the bathroom, he ends up switching seats with Auston, putting him directly across the table from me. Once the food comes, I turn my attention to him.

               I catch him in the middle of a huge bite of his burger and giggle, he instantly looks at me and makes a face at me.

               “What?” Auston asks and I just shake my head, trying to hide my smile.

               “Good burger?” I ask, giggling into my French fries.

               “You tell me,” he says and before I can stop him, he rips a chunk of his burger off and reaches across the table, shoving it into my face. Alex and I both squeal as a bit of ketchup also hits her as well, before we erupt into another fit of laughter.

               As I wipe my face with a napkin, I glance down the table and see Mrs. Matthews looking at me, a smile playing at her lips. When she sees me looking at her, she winks and turns back to the conversation in front of her.

               Before I can try to understand what that look was about, my phone buzzes with a text message on the table. Alex and I glance down at the same time and when I see the name flash across the screen I instantly slam my hand down onto the phone, making my plate rattle and those around us to look up, but it’s too late. Alex saw the name on the screen and from the look on her face, she obviously isn’t too happy about it.

               I pull the phone down onto my lap and look anywhere but at Alex.

               “Y/N?” I hear her ask next to me and I ignore her, focusing on my glass of water.

               “Y/N, was that who I think it is?” I again hear her say and I make a face, unable to hide the guilt.

               “What? Who was it?” Breyana asks from Mitch’s side.

               “Why don’t you tell her?” Alex asks and I make a small noise at the back of my throat.

               “Alex lay off a little,” I hear Auston say, but I can’t look at him either.

               “Were those the initials I thought they were, Y/N?” Alex continues to ask and I fidget in my seat, uncomfortable with everyone staring at me.

               “Oh, I bet it was Jessie,” Breyana pipes in and I shoot her a filthy look.

               “Ah that’s the name, wasn’t it?” Alex says, the sarcasm in her soft voice making me squirm even more, and I feel like I’m about to get a scolding from my mother.

               “I swear it’s the first time he’s texted me in like three months,” I blurt out, unable to take the tension anymore and look at Alex.

               She only raises an eyebrow at me, her arms folded across her chest and I scramble to defend myself.

               “I swear, you can look. I haven’t talked to him,” I repeat, desperately wanting to disappear into the floor.

               “I thought Jessie was only Y/N’s FWT,” Breyana pipes in again and I throw her another filthy look, my face on fire.

               “Breyana!” I snap and she blushes, an apologetic look on her face.

               I see Auston move across the table and I still can’t bring myself to look at him.

               “Alex, I swear,” I plead. “Please drop it.”

               She stares at me a moment then stands.

               “I have to go to the bathroom,” she says, ice in her tone. “And you’re coming with me.”

               “I don’t have to go,” I say, turning back to my plate. “Thanks though.”

               I feel a sharp pain on my ear as Alex pinches it, making me stand up and yelp.

               “Oh would you look at that, I have to go the bathroom,” I whimper and follow after her. I glance over my shoulder at Auston, an unreadable expression on his face.

               Once in the bathroom, Alex locks the door behind us and turns to face me.

               “I thought you said you got rid of him for good, Y/N,” she says, glaring at me.

               “I did! I honestly haven’t seen him or talked to him in three months!” I splutter back, putting my hands in front of me.

               She stares hard at me in silence for what feels like several minutes.

               “Alex, come on!” I snap, exasperated. “I wouldn’t lie to you!” A little bit of guilt makes itself know again and I push it away, now is not that time for that conversation.

               “I can’t believe you would cheat on my brother like that,” Alex says after a beat, the playful tone back in her voice. I breathe a sigh of relief and roll my eyes.

               “I’m not dating your brother,” I laugh and walk over to the sink, looking at my reflection and making sure I don’t have any more ketchup on my face.

               “Yet,” Alex teases, standing with me at the sink. I hand her my phone and unlock it.

               “Delete the message, I don’t even want to know what it says,” I mutter, fixing my hair.

               Alex takes my phone and does just that.

               “Didn’t mean to scare you,” she says, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

               “Are you kidding, when you or your mother are upset with me… I’m terrified!”

               She giggles and makes her way over to the door, unlocking it before looping her arm around my waist.

               “Ready?” She asks and I nod, putting my arm around her as well.

               “My food is probably cold now, but ready,” I wink at her and we make our way back to the table.

               Auston gives us a questionable look as we sit back down. I give him a shy smile, wondering what’s going through his head right now. After a moment he gives me a small smile back and nudges my foot under the table. I nudge him back and he stretches his leg out, settling it between mine, his knee against my calf. It’s comfortable and I try to convince myself it’s just a friendly thing, nothing more to it.

               Yeah, right.        

I want the last Infinity Gem to be Black Panther’s ring.

He’s a major character and an incredibly powerful one. We don’t know a lot of things about Wakanda - in the MCU -, except that people seem very spirituals ; it would be a logical place to find the last Stone, instead of Asgard or somewhere in GotG, where we already found other Stones.

Besides, I don’t think we really know what the Stone’s powers will be in the MCU, but considering the Time Stone controls time and the Mind Stone controls people’s minds, we can suspect the Soul Stone to have something to do with… souls?

That would explain the “thing” between the ring and Bucky in Civil War ; do you know any soul more conflicted than Bucky’s?

(Sorry if someone already posted something like that, I just tought about it while showering.) (Yes, I think about T’Challa when I shower and I’m not even sorry.)

Send Me A Ship:

I decided to make my own list, since I’ve thought of some cute ones:

  • Who worries about how they will look when they’re older
  • Who makes the mix tapes/cd’s
  • Clings to the other during scary movies
  • Gets into the shower with the other randomly
  • Flashes the other when they walk by after taking a shower alone
  • Initiates hand holding while the other is driving
  • Secretly tries to touch the other in naughty places during public/family events
  • Asks weird questions in the middle of the night
  • Asks “what are you thinking about?”
  • Always has to be touching the other, (if either of them do)

If you’re a dad and you think it’s normal and okay to 

- whistle when your daughter takes off her shirt 

- comment on how your teenage daughter is “finally” getting bigger boobs

- give your daughter compliments like “Crop tops looks good on you, i love it when young ladies show skin” 

- grab or slap your daughters butt “as a joke” 

- not be able to not stare at her while she undresses 

- constantly “accidentally” walk in on her undressing, showering etc.

- feel entitled to touch her whenever you feel like it because you’re her dad 

- in any way, even as a joke, suggest that you’d sleep with her (”If i wasn’t her father…”, “If i was a boy her age…”) 

….That’s not fucking normal and okay, you gross pig. Dads are not supposed to be sexually attracted to their daughters.  You’re not “paying her compliments”. You’re showing signs of pedophila.

Dads are not supposed to be attracted to their daughters. 

I’m thinking about all the stuff Kaneki and Hide have to get used to when they move in together.

Like, Hide brushes his teeth while he’s in the shower because it saves time. Or Kaneki can’t sleep unless there’s some sort of light, so Hide gets him a nightlight (and gets himself a sleep mask). Also Hide kicks all the blankets off the bed if Kaneki hasn’t made himself a cocoon out of them first.

Wanna Bet? II (M)

Rich Fuckboy!Jimin x Tutor!Reader

PART I | PART III

Warnings: SMUT…

Word Count: 2,240

Summary: After you teased Jimin, he’s looking for revenge…


As soon as you stepped foot into your apartment you went to the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. While trying to calm down you were thinking why did that affect me so much? you hate that asshole. You thought about how Jimin looked at you when you walked out in the maid outfit, how you could hear his groans from across the room when you bent over, which made you wet all over again. You exited the shower and went straight to your room, not bothering to put your pyjamas on. You got on your bed and opened your bedside drawer, looking for your favourite toy. You grabbed your phone next, setting it on silent so you couldn’t be interrupted, and put it beside you.

You lay back on your bed and started to think about Jimin. The way he pushes his hair back with his hand, the way he licks his lips when he stares at you, the way his abs trail down to that v-line… You were soon a moaning mess. Your earlier thoughts about hating the asshole long gone, and you accepted your want for him.

You didn’t see your phone light up, not when your eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you neared your high. You also didn’t see your phone shift on the bed from your movements, landing near your ass. Too caught up in your release, you didn’t notice when you accidentally answered the call, allowing the person on the other end to hear you build up to your peak.

“Y/n? Hello? Can you hear me?”, the voice said, but you were too into your pleasure to notice, “Y/n, you forgot your-”

“Jimin!” you moaned out, your release at your fingertips as you played with yourself, moans increasing in volume the closer you were. The person on the other line was now silent, listening intently to you working yourself to orgasm. As you reached your climax, you repeated Jimin’s name like a prayer, thinking about his hands bringing you to your high instead of your own.

As you came down from your high, the person on the line hung up. You sat up, grabbing your phone to come up with some excuse as to why you can’t tutor Jimin tomorrow. You saw you had a received call from him. Curious, you went to call him back and you saw that the call lasted for five minutes. Looking at the time of the call, it was only a short while ago, which could only mean…

“Shit.”

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I love that Hardison’s very obvious feelings for Parker are accompanied by unwavering patience.

Like, I think back to him referring to Parker’s “sexiness” to Nate in the SECOND EPISODE of the series and how he says “just between us”, like he’s not going to shower her with adoration and sweet nothings at almost every turn between them, I think about how he tells her that he likes how she turned out when she’s crying her eyes out, broken, knowing she’s different and weird and possibly even a lost cause at this point, I think about how from the moment he met her, he was already interested and how her quirks - while sometimes frustrating - never pushed/scared him away, I think about how he spends three seasons being a major leg and arm and lung in her growing support system and when she finally DOES tell him that she’s been having “feelings [for pretzels]”, he just smiles even though his heart is probably in his throat at this overwhelming progress they’ve made and he sits down and tells her kindly, lovingly, that they’re there when she’s ready to have them.

He will always be there when she is ready for him.

my bf always takes his tablet into the bathroom while he showers so he can watch shows, and the other day he was watching one of those ghost hunter type shows, and i said i didn’t understand how he could watch that while showering because it would make me too freaked out to shower bc in horror movies bad things always happen to people when they shower. and he points out that, no, in the trope, bad things only happen to girls in the shower. and i can’t stop thinking about how fucked up that is??? like i can’t exactly articulate why it squicks me out so much, but it’s like, “hey let’s add slight sexual overtones to this scene in which a girl is attacked by a serial killer and/or monster thing”

Sometimes it just hits me how love starved aos!jim must be. His father died. His mother was never with him growing up. His brother left. His stepfather was physically and verbally abusive.
Literally the first person to ever have an ounce of faith in him was chris pike, and even then, it’s not like it was *that* close a relationship. I mean sure, they respected each other and pike was a great mentor, but it’s no substitute for an actual relationship based on love (maternal, brotherly, romantic, any kind).
And still, once he gets out of his troublemaker phase, he grows up to be a genuinely good, caring, and empathetic person. 

(Then I absolutely cannot think about how Bones and Spock must shower him in love to make up for lost time. Holding him while he sleeps, kissing him whenever they can, hugging him, bonding with him, etc. I cannot think about it otherwise I spontaneously catch fire)

Preference #13: When He Thinks Your Prettiest

While I’m 100% sure the boys would think you were gorgeous like 25/8, not even caring about whether or not you had just woken up or you had just got out of the shower. Bu there are those moments you know when you look at someone and you just think, “Wow… this person is truly beautiful and is the embodiment of an angel on Earth.” These are just what I think would trigger that kind of reaction in the boys.

Luke: I think that Luke would find you prettiest when you were singing or writing something down. Just seeing you lose yourself in something that you feel so strongly about would really get to him. He’d be like “damn, they look so freakin beautiful”, you know? Whether or not you were good, he would be enamored at being able to hear your voice either belt out the lyrics or sing them softly to yourself. And if you write songs, he would like it when your face kind of scrunches up when you get annoyed with writer’s block or how your eyes grow wide when you find out that “yes, trick does rhyme with chick and why didn’t I see this the entire time?????

Calum: When you’re feeling confident. I think with all of my heart and soul that Cal is really into girls that are confident simply because that’s how he is with his own body. If you are someone who is typically shy and kind of iffy with the way you look, seeing you walk around like you know that you are beautiful and full of sunshine and amazing-ness, he’ll be taken away because you should always feel that way and he’s so happy that’s how you are feeling right now. He enjoys how you’re eyes are looking straight ahead and how you walk with a smile perched on your face and you feel so happy with how you look and so happy with the state of your mind. Being comfortable with your quirks is something he finds important.

Michael: Michael is a hard one. I think he would think you’re prettiest when you know obscure facts about things. Like, “did you know that the Great Wall of China is 5,500 miles long?” When you’re face lights up because, hey, you know some weird, out there thing about T-Rex’s. He would think that your ability to soak up knowledge and things that you just find interesting was one of your most redeeming qualities. Half the time, he would make you use them as icebreakers when starting up a conversation with someone.

Ashton: Since this boy is a literal ray of sunshine and happiness, I feel like he would think you were prettiest when you showed compassion to others. Like if you gave someone a hug because they were feeling down, he would see this ray of light shining around you and he would probably just gasp a little because “wow, you’re super pretty and I’m feelin kind of nervous right now. How do I even deserve this little cinnamon roll?” I think that Ashton just finds small acts of generosity ones that stick with him the most. Seeing someone be selfish in a time of need is something he admires greatly.

A/N: you’re beautful and ilysm <3