idk what this is don't ask me

Reblog and see what color you get
  • Yellow: You are such a sunshiney person and my dash is always brightened whenever you post
  • Maroon: I wish you followed me
  • Teal: You make me happy ♥
  • Auburn: I love you
  • Burnt Sienna: I love you but it's a different color
  • Navy: We should talk more
  • Magenta: You are my favorite tumblr user
  • Fuchsia: Come catch these hands...with your own. I wanna hold your hand.
  • Dodie Yellow: You are literally my favorite person ever.
  • Cerulean: I would come to your house at 3 in the morning if you were sad bc you deserve to be loved and to be happy
  • Baby Pink: u so attractive??? how u do dat??
  • Barbie Pink: You are the best at everything i don't get how
  • Crimson: I wanna cuddle with you
  • Emerald: You are my inspiration.
  • Gold: I can't believe you exist. You're such a blessing to this earth
  • Silver: I can't believe we're mutuals
  • Aquamarine: You are goals
  • White: Your icon is goals
  • Black: Marry Me
  • Beige: Idk what to say except W O W

#squad goals

@izzybabewoods imagine them the morning after 2x20 tho

magnus and alec are be wrapped up in each other, limps tangled together under royal blue sheets. they’ve been talking for a while, whispers hanging in the air between them, but for the last ten minutes, they’ve just been lying there, looking into each other’s eyes. alec’s thumb is sweeping gently across magnus’ cheekbone, his eyes so full of love. but there’s something else. something magnus can’t quite read. “a penny for your thoughts?” he asks, one hand drawing lazy circles where it’s resting against alec’s side. “i’m just happy to be here with you,” alec answers, blunt as always. magnus wantd to answer, to tell alec that he’s happy too, more than happy. but he can tell that alec isn’t done yet, so he waits. “yesterday, when i asked if we could talk,” alec begins to explain, eyes straying from magnus’ for a moment before continuing, “i thought you were gonna tell me that we were done, for good, that this wouldn’t work out, no matter if there’s a war coming or not.” there’s a flash of sadness in his eyes, only for a moment, only for a short second before looking back at magnus with only love and happiness shining in them. “i just love you so much, and being here, with you, i don’t think i’ll ever be happier.” and magnus laughs, a short breathy laugh, because he had the exact same fear going into that alley the night before. and now this man, who never fails to amaze him, who keeps fighting for them, who keeps fighting for magnus, who loves magnus just as much as magnus loves him, this man is looking at magnus like he hung the moon and the stars and all the planets. and magnus thinks to himself that it’s very possible that he’ll never be happier than he is right now either.

anonymous asked:

spideychelle prompsoal headcanons!

ahhh, hello! sorry it took me a while to write these ones. i fell asleep and also prom is such a funny thing. bUT. here are some headcanons :)

  • peter’s a bit worried about prom. not because it’s prom or because it’s supposed to be this huge high school thing that you remember for the rest of your lives.
  • that’s actually what he’s worried about
  • last time he went to a school dance? not the best experience. homecoming sophomore year was one of the worst days of his life. not only did he have to leave behind liz allan, the girl of his dreams who turned out to have a villain as a father, but he also had to fight said father and almost died while doing it.
  • he still wakes up some nights, screaming out as the building falling on top of him disappears. his screams turn to tears as he stares at the bottom of the top bunk bed and may comes in and holds him tight to her chest. it’s been over a year, but he still gets the nightmares.
  • so he’s not excited for junior prom. sue him.
  • ned’s been trying to convince him to go. the decathlon team is all planning on renting a party bus and heading over together. which, peter admits sounds fun. a part of him really wants to go. but he can’t shake this feeling that something will inevitably go wrong and his night will be ruined and the nightmares will never end.
  • and then mj asks him to prom. well, kind of.
  • it’s a boring wednesday during lunch, ned is still getting his food because he had to speak with mr. harrington after class. so it’s just peter and mj at the lunch table. (she sits across from them these days.)
  • “so, my parents have been asking me about who my date is for prom and i want them to stop, so can i just say it’s you?”
  • “what?”
  • mj groans, lifting her eyes from her book so she can roll them at peter. “my goodness, parker, for a genius you’re really dense. can you be my date to prom so my parents get off my back?”
  • and. he’s honestly stupefied. because: “wait, you’re actually going to prom?”
  • “yes, peter. i’m allowed to want to spend time with my friends, you know.”
  • “yeah, of course, i just-” he doesn’t actually know what he thought. she did go to homecoming for the last two years, so it makes sense she’d be going to junior prom. but then: “wait, is this how you’re asking me to junior prom?”
  • michelle’s cheeks tinge slightly more pink and she looks back at her book. “i told you, my parents-”
  • “i know what your parents want, but what do you want?” he doesn’t know why he asks that. mj is his friend. has been for the better part of a year. she joins he and ned on their snack breaks and movie nights and study dates. he doesn’t want her to be his date to prom. he’s not even planning on going to prom. but then
  • “i mean,” she coughs, keeping her eyes trained on her book. “i guess it would be fun to go with you.”
  • his face lights up and he smiles all bright and wide. “you want to go to prom with me!
  • “no, i don’t!”
  • “that’s literally what you just said!”
  • “shut up, parker. that’s not what i said.” and she slinks further into her seat and scrunches her eyebrows together and she’s putting her head even further into her book and she looks so adorable. and, oh. oh. he doesn’t expect the sudden quickening of his heart or the flush that rises to his cheeks. he doesn’t like mj that way. he doesn’t, he never, they’re just friends.
  • and then ned plops down into the seat next to him and peter can’t say anything further and michelle is leaving before he can answer her and he feels badly because she looks disappointed. but he doesn’t, he didn’t even think about the possibility that he could have feelings for her in that way until like five minutes ago when she asked him to prom.
  • so, when their last period of the day rolls around, he sits next to michelle and scratches out a small note, which he hands to her when their teacher starts talking about the mitochondrial dna.
  • i’d say yes if you asked me properly.
  • when she finally looks up at him, shocked, he smiles and whispers, “you have to at least buy me dinner first, mj.”
  • she shoves him lightly and then pays attention to their teacher drone on and on for the rest of the day. she seems to have a small smile on her face but she doesn’t say anything else on the matter.
  • peter wonders for a brief moment if he’s messed this up and she’s decides to just ask someone else. and he tells himself he shouldn’t be disappointed because he didn’t want to go to prom anyway. but that was before he knew mj wanted him to be her date.
  • but then at decathlon practice the next day, michelle is grilling him on russian history around wwi when suddenly she asks: “true or false. on may 8, 2019, michelle jones asked peter parker to the prom.”
  • and
  • is she for real?
  • he looks around at all his teammates, who all have their eyes trained on him. they seem to be excited, sitting on the edges of their seats. they also must surely see the blush on his cheeks.
  • “uh,” he manages to get out. “true.”
  • he hears her whisper, “oh god.” and then ned comes in (and wait, when did he leave?) and he’s carrying this big bouquet of red roses. but as ned gets closer, peter can see that there are a few white roses in the mix. and the white roses spell out the word “prom”.
  • ned hands the bouquet to michelle and she walks over to peter. she won’t meet his eye as she hands him to bouquet and opens her jacket to reveal a shirt with a “?” across the middle.
  • and, peter is shocked. it’s been one day. did she already have a shirt with a question mark on it? how did she get flowers so quickly? she told the whole decathlon team without him knowing? how did she arrange this?
  • and then, sensing his confusion, michelle sighs. “my dad is a florist. i’ve had this shirt for years. logistics aside, will you go to prom with me, you loser?”
  • peter stares at her for a few moments, dumbstruck. and then he nods his head, smile growing when he hears the decathlon team cheer. mj smiles. she smiles in a way that’s small and as if she can’t help it. like she’s tried keeping it off her face, but the joy is too powerful.
  • so peter stands up and he hugs her tightly. her arms slowly wrap around his torso and the team cheers even louder. he thinks he hears flash yell: “get a room, you dorks!” but peter doesn’t care because he’s pressed up against michelle and her hair smells nice and it feels good against his face.
  • “thanks for asking me properly.” he whispers, moving so his face is smushed even further into her hair.
  • “thanks for saying yes.” and at this peter pulls back, and michelle looks so…vulnerable. and peter wants her to know he’s not going to hurt her. that she is giving him a gift by letting her walls down with him and he won’t ruin that.
  • “for you, anything.” and michelle punches him in the shoulder and laughs, calling him a loser. but peter just smiles. because michelle jones has a crush on him and she got him flowers and he’s going to go to prom with her.
  • wait until he tells aunt may.

J-Hope: *slightly traumatized*  I just saw the weirdest thing ever while passing Jungkook’s room…

Taehyung: What?

J-Hope: Jimin was…twirling…while only wearing an oversized white shirt…

Jungkook: *gets up abruptly off the couch and knocks his knee on the coffee table* Ummm, I-I gotta go…umm…s-sort out the shirts in my closet! Cause’ it’s a mess! Right Jin hyung!? You’re always telling me to clean it up so let me go do it now!

 *leaves hurridly while clutching knee*

Yoongi: *scoffs* More like sort Jimin out of his shirt…

Jin: …But he cleaned it yesterday…

Taehyung: *starts singing loudly* CAUGHT IN A LIEEEEEEE~

J-Hope: *slightly more traumatized*