midnight ice cream

I don’t know all the feelings I have that are incorporated with you. I just know that I love you. That I want to live with you. That I want to make you my wife. That I want to kiss you every morning and sleep next to you every night. I want your weird dancing and funny faces. I want your laugh. I want your body. I want your mind. I want your beautiful soul and I want to enjoy what you enjoy. I want to go on road trips with you and sleep under the stars. I want to make you see why it never worked out with the last girls; because they weren’t me. I want to make you happy. I want to make you see that I’m the one for you…that I’m your person. I want all nighters and roller coaster rides and midnight ice cream trips. I want to spend my life with you and I couldn’t imagine it being with anyone but you. There’s something about you and it’s that something that I want to spend my life trying to figure it out. I want you so bad. Please.
—  but you don’t want me.

anonymous asked:

If you had this whole weekend free to just spend time with classywithasideofcheesy, what do you think the two of you would do? (She's free the whole weekend too)

ooh! look classywithasideofcheesy we get a whole weekend together! 

so it depends. if she’s coming to me, we will go to SFO for a day and go shopping and go to botanical garden and go to the golden gate bridge and go on fisherman’s war and pier 39 (like normal touristy stuff basically) and at midnight eat ghirardeli ice cream. and then on the second day it would be more local, we would go watch a nice movie (and sneak ice cream into the theater even though technically we can’t), go to home goods or pier 39 imports and stalk up on home decor, and i would make sure my mom feeds her all these amazing delicacies (we’re going to postpone a bit so its not Ramadan and she can eat whenever) oh and we would also buy lots of stationary because ya

and if i’m going to her, my fate rests in her hands :P

anonymous asked:

1 35 46 42 ooc

1:What would you name your future daughter?

[This is a popular source of ridicule from my friends tbh?? I think Archet would be a cool name. It’s a town in LOTR. I mean, it’s like Bridget, but with a different architectural feature. But my friends think it sounds like “are/our s**t”, so. I’m better at boy names.]

35:Are there any stressful situations in your life?

[Yeah. I’m trying to find someone to take care of my guinea pig for two weeks and people haven’t responded to me yet and I don’t trust anyone except for like two of my friends. And I’m taking a online class with a deadline this summer, but it’s not really that hard.]

42:Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

[Hot Topic. It’s an Adventure Time shirt.]

46:What were you doing at midnight last night?

[Eating ice cream and/or scrolling through tumblr. Don’t judge.]

almost midnight? TIME FOR ICE CREAM

(it has been a long day and i taught a dance lesson and it was an ambi lesson and i taught them how to ask their partners whether they prefer to lead or follow but it ends up feeling like a losing battle because then they dance with a bunch of people who just assume what role they want to dance and they don’t actually keep the habit of asking even if they remember it for their first few dances, or at least that’s how i’m interpreting what’s happening. and then that’s frustrating and it’s like wow i’m probably not changing anything at all about this semi-shitty scene, huh)

(also you’d be surprised how many people in this scene i straight-up hate? it’s about 3. i’m kind of an asshole. i’ve never talked to any of these folks outside the context of dancing, and i straight-up hate them. I HAVEN’T DANCED WITH ANY OF THEM PROBABLY IN A FULL YEAR. I’M JUST A FUCKIN ASSHOLE WHO WON’T TRY TO MAKE NICE. to be fair, they’re not trying to make nice with me either. do they know i hate them? do they hate me? what’s the dealio. actually i just realized it makes me feel kind of shitty that one of them specifically doesn’t ask me to dance (the other two i honestly don’t give a fuck about.. oh but one of them teaches lessons sometimes (the other one did too but is apparently leaving the scene really soon, soooo) and i’m kinda like, I don’t wanna take a lesson from someone i hate!! i’m above that!! i’m above learning from you!! so that i should probably get over. because that’s just a mess) so i guess i’ll just ask them next time and see if they’re a jerk about it)

anonymous asked:

Hi. I'm the anon who asked for 'always a girl' and midnight ice cream. I just wanted to say that both are perfect. Thank you! You're writing is always really wonderful. <3

Thank you! I’m really glad you liked it! I like trying to figure out how different people would react when faced with different trials, and I had fun writing hesitant Trans man Tony. It was nice. *smiles* Thank you for the compliments. 

When I was a little girl, I used to think being a grown-up would be so easy. (That’s a picture of me as a little girl.)

Everything was so black and white: so simple.

I thought that, when I would be a grown-up, life would be exactly the same, except that I would have the freedom to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, forever. Like stay up past midnight, and eat ice cream for breakfast.

I didn’t realise I would have to make endless amounts of choices that would each have their own unique, spectacular effect on my life. And that some of those choices would be really hard.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Tony getting midnight ice cream because even geniuses get cravings.

Quiet streets, rain gently pattering around him; Tony liked the city at midnight. This area of it, at least. He scraped his foot against the concrete, enjoying the soft rain, the others hurrying by with umbrellas, no chatter at this time of night. Slipping into the convenience store, Tony picked out his ice cream flavor, and settled it on the counter, handing over entirely too much money, and then stepping out before the clerk could give it back. 

The tower was quiet, but still lit up, beautiful against the bleak grey-black of the night sky, and he felt a sense of peace settle in his chest. That was his home. He had helped to build that with his own hands. Riding up to the common floor with his prize, he dished himself a bowl of coffee ice cream and slipped out onto the balcony, glad of the overhead cover near the doors; he leaned against the wall, taking small bites of ice cream, and staring out over the city. So beautiful in the mist of rain and fog, so quiet. 

☮ - Friendship headcanon

He’s such a loyal friend. He had none growing
up and when he came to the X-Men he didn’t
just get friends, he got a family and they mean
the world to him. He has no problem telling them
that either.

☄ - Food headcanon

He’s got a secret sweet tooth that no one would
expect from him. He’ll probably sneak down at
midnight to eat ice cream sometimes honestly.