me and muffin

anonymous asked:

Bitch why are my eyeballs leaking? Did I ask to be attacked by these emotions? I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO! (but in all seriousness, thank you for that <3)

Hold on there just a fucking minute!! The warnings were CLEARLY stated at the beginning of the fic, and I QUOTE:  Warnings: Extremely romantic fluff. May cause emotions and physical responses such as unwanted tears and the need to snuggle. So excuuuuuuuuse you for reading at your own risk! 

(but in all seriousness, thank YOU for THIS. <3)

Kiss Me

Dex gets up when Lardo throws her stuffed walrus at him. “Dex. I am going to sleep. Turn off the light.”

He has been sitting for so long his legs have cramped. When he stands up he staggers.

He switches off the light and gently closes Lardo’s door. It’s going to be his door next year. His and Nursey’s. Dex feels sick at the thought. 

He checks his phone. A bunch of chirping about the dibs flip in the team chat. A single message from Chowder.

Call me when you get this.

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throwback to that one time Spencer tried to drag Aleks into the ocean and Aleks turned into a fucking pro wrestler

so watching the great british baking show as an american is super interesting. because to me, this is pudding

like in america our pudding is in plastic cups ^^^

not like this lovely thing you call a pudding. this is goddamn beautiful

or to me, a muffin is like these delicious misshapen lumps

not these perfect fluffy pillows

another thing. im so confused about biscuits

this is an american biscuit

but a british biscuit is like a nice cookie? or a cracker? look at these dainty lil things. so. different.

okay lastly theres a big ol’ jelly mixup 

this is jelly in america:

but this is jelly in the uk

bruh id call that JELL-O

it BAFFLES me that these things are so different but have the same exact name

The only woman who completes Oliver’s soul is Felicity Smoak. She is his always.

Oliver Queen is Felicity’s heart, he is her perfect match and she loves him in a million different ways. 

If there’s no one for either of them but each other, then there’s no one else for me either.

Olicity is my OTP. OTP means ONE True Ship. I’m loyal to my OTP. Reblog if you’re loyal too.