look at that backward hat

muchadoaboutannie  asked:

If I come to FL will you teach a fellow bisexual cubana how to figure out which girls also like girls? Because I am like a lost little rabbit!

luckily miami wlw are easy to spot. there’s 2 major categories. The one that’ll fight u if you look at her girl wrong: wife beater, basketball shorts, backwards hat, 5 bitches with them, optional eyebrow slit. or The one that may or may not be an art student: hipster looking chick with the different colored hair. Both categories will have girls with one side of their head shaved so look out for that overlapping feature that’s a dead giveaway green light and she ‘bout it. go get ‘em. dale

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- I was tagged by my beautiful beautiful friend @scoupsaf everyone pls follow her she’s absolutely amazing!
- Because she tagged me, enjoy these pictures from when I looks super cool at school last week (I never wear camo and my hat was backwards I looks like a douche and it was great)

- I tag the following people but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!

<3 @choco-seventeen @bfyoonqi @minghaeo @sushiminghao @babyjagihoney <3

So… I lied when I said I was going to have a break from painting (apparently). I’ve been meaning to do a painting of Lawrence since forever now, but I kept messing it up, I’m glad it suddenly worked out with this try though! So have some #coolkid Larr (*≧▽≦)

Love Is (Him)

Relationship: Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: Teen & Up

Words: 3.8k

Summary:  Nursey falls quiet again, nothing but the sound of asphalt beneath the tires and soft music filling the cab of his truck. When Dex glances over he’s just barely smiling, looking stupidly good with one of Dex’s hats pulled on backwards and aviator sunglasses shading his eyes. Dex abruptly realizes he wants to kiss him, wants to curl his hand around the back of his neck and tug him across the center console. Instead, he scowls and takes another sip of the ice coffee Nursey had insisted on stopping for, hoping the bitterness will quell these obnoxious feelings.
The traffic gets lighter and the buildings get smaller the farther south they get, until the highway is lined with trees and Dex is flying along at a good clip. He can almost taste the ocean, even though they’ve got a few miles yet. There’s excitement thrumming in his bones, and he wants it to stop. This feels like a Big Deal, like something could happen tonight. Something momentous.
This is the worst.

{also on AO3}

(a/n: I started writing this before I realized that Dex might be from Maine?? I’m still not super clear on it, but as a live long Rhode Islander, I wanted to write this ode to my little state. And Derek Nurse’s face. But you know. Also there’s a poem in here. It is not good. Poetry is not my thing, so please accept my apologies beforehand.)

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