my boys of summer

Imagine Sam coming to visit you in the states for the first time while you’re out on summer break. It wouldn’t be a surprise, no, because Sam had trouble keeping anything from you. As soon as he got to your home, the two of you began doing all the things he’s ever wanted to try. After being invited to a friend’s pool party one day, Sam couldn’t help but want the two of you to stop by and say hello. (You figured it had something to do with the fact that he wanted to see you in a bikini.) But…seeing how the other guys acted around you and all the flirtatious comments being thrown your way had him a tad jealous. So he did what any normal lad would. He pulled you to him in the water, and began peppering kisses across your jaw, down your neck, and to your collarbone. Discreetly, of course.
Giggling softly at his antics, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, muttering about how hot you found his jealousy. Smirking slightly at your comment, he began to suck lightly on your neck, barely noticing how you lifted your phone, which your friend had managed to hand to you, to take a picture of you two. Smiling to yourself, you saved it to your camera roll and wrapped your arms tightly around him, “Best. Break. Ever.”

Dragons plant no trees

If we don’t get Bran(trees), the most magical Stark, vs. Dany(dragons/fire), the most magical Targaryen, what’s the point?

I mean…everyone against ice zombies is trite. Give me plot twists. 

Reblog if a band has somehow changed your life for the better

People don’t usually understand this 

  • boy: falls out
  • disco: gets panicked at
  • direction: is singular
  • dragons: are imagined
  • summer: lasts five seconds
  • sirens: being slept with
  • vampires: on the weekend
  • pilot: multiplied by twenty one
  • moon: walked on
  • cities: are capital
  • authors: are american
  • monsters: of themselves and men
  • day: is green
  • my chemical romance: breaks up

seasonal boy aesthetics

spring boy: wakes up early just to see the sunrise. scuffed-up tennis shoes, long sleeves in the morning and short sleeves in the afternoon. searching for interesting things in nature, pressing flowers in books, searching for four-leaf clovers in grass that’s just starting to turn green again. always sending you new songs to listen to and making you playlists. 

summer boy: restless and ready for adventure. paint on his knuckles. always going barefoot just because he can. wants to climb things and stay up late. midnight drives, lying in grass fields and talking about future plans that you know will never actually happen. dancing in parking lots. loud music. always has a song stuck in his head. 

autumn boy: buried in a sweater. will change direction just to walk through a pile of leaves and is mesmerized by fall colors. warm hands. always offers to make you tea. listens to acoustic albums and watches the rain fall for hours. watches lots of artsy films and fills journals tirelessly. always jotting down ideas and quotes he likes.

winter boy: sleepy and quiet. will smell every single candle in a store if you walk by the candle section. smells vaguely of chamomile and peppermint. gets excited whenever it snows and insists on running outside and trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue. refuses to drive if the roads are icy. always dressing in layers and yawning. 

A mix of things I love: summer, beaches and Lance ☆

Pop punk problem #38
  • Me: *Sees someone wearing a shirt with my favorite band on*
  • Me: *Smiles awkwardly at them, probably making them feel very uncomfortable*