Last Thing You Googled: clear frame glasses (*clenches fist* that aesthetic tho)
Favourite Music Artist: i never can pick just one, but right now i’m listening to Frank Ocean, Raye, Fka twigs, kehlani…
Song Stuck in Your Head?: Lost by Frank Ocean
Last Movie You Watched: Hotarubi no mori e *cough* overrated *cough*
What Are You Wearing Right Now?: Grey sweater and black pants
What Do You Post?: my blog WISHES that it could be only capri related, but i also post art, yoi, aftg, aristotle and dante and a bunch of miscellaneous stuff…. i do try to hold myself back from reblogging every meme ever
Why Did You Choose Your URL?: bc i love laurent of vere and rose calloway (y’all know by now)
Do You Have Any Other Blogs?: a skam sideblog where the capri discourse doesn’t follow me: @isak–skam
What Did Your Past Relationship Teach You?: that i’m better off on my own rn l o l
Religious or Spiritual?: kind of neither, but out of the two: religious
Favourite Colour: lilac
Avg. Hours of Sleep: 7
Lucky Number: 7
Favourite Character: mostlylaurent and rose calloway but also yuri plisetsky, isak valtersen, andrew minyard …. and i’m feeling quite partial to yuzuru from koe no katachi atm…. also my hunk doumeki from saezuru
A - Age: 18 B - Biggest fear: losing people i love C - Current time: 10:58am D - Drink you last had: water lmao E - Every day starts with: Me wearing my glasses (????) F - Favourite song:I don’t have one, I’m sorry. G - Ghosts are they real: i think so, idk I - In love with: no one, i’m a free lady lmao K - Killed someone: Nope, never. L - Last time you cried: Sunday! But I was happy, I swar. M - Middle name: I don’t have one. N - Number of siblings: One little brother. O - One wish: To travel around the world. P - Person you last called/texted: Shelly. Q - Questions you are always asked: How are you? / How old are you? (people think i’m 14) R - Religion: Catholic S - Song last sang: The Fools Who Dream, La La Land. T - Time you woke up: 7:40am U - Underwear colour: White V - Vacation destination: - W - Worst habit: idk man, biting my lower lip ??? X - X-Rays you’ve have: mANY X-RAYS Y - Your favourite food: lasagna is always good Z- Zodiac sign: Cancer
a person who has read over 1,000 time travel au fics, voldemort's daughter dating harry aus, seen almost every trope and lived through 2007 - aka the year of self inserts time travelling back to stop voldemort killing harry and destroying the world
me, glass of wine in one hand and a cursed child in the other:
lmao wtf i don't give a fuck this is great update soon
Because I haven’t posted in forever, I’m writing something and decided just to give you guys a sneak peek of what I plan to post hopefully tomorrow. I’m not giving the name either or telling you what’s going to happen because y’all are going to hate me so…just read it.
You sat at the all white glass table full covered in the food you’d made, two plates full to the brim. You’d spent hours and hours slaving in the kitchen trying to make this night special. It’d been a while since you and Justin had a special dinner together and for months you’d been practicing over your best friend’s house as she taught you how to cook so you’d be ready for this night and yet when it finally rolls around he’s completely ghost.
He wasn’t answering your calls, all your friends said that they haven’t seen or heard from him, the studio said he left hours ago and yet it’d been four hours since he was suppose to be here. You checked your phone one last time, the clock reading 1:34 am.
You sighed and raked your fingers through your hair before dialing his number one more time. The phone rang through the silence before it picked up, taking your heart beat along with it.
“Hello?” a woman’s voice said, to much of your surprise. You pulled away from the phone and looked at the screen double checking to make sure you’d called the right person. When you saw the contact name ofMy HUGE FAT IDIOT Fiance with a ton of multiple heart emojis told you otherwise.
“Ma’am? Are you calling for a Mr. Justin Bieber? You were his first contact in his phone and I’m assuming you’re important because your name in the phone is “My World” and I’m –”
“…Who is this?” you whispered, your only support is your hand tangled in your hair.
“I’m nurse Adams at Mercy West hospital and I’m calling with the concern of Justin Bieber.”