oh-my-gosh-so-cute

Okay, random idea...

A story where humans are really weird for liking other alien species. Not like in a cross-species romance sort of thing (though that too), it’s just that we legitimately find every other race in the universe cute and they have no idea how to deal with it. Like, some aliens are coming in for a delegation, and they are scaley motherf***ers with claws, teeth and everything, and they start to apologize for their appearance (because most other species they encounter are freaked out by them) and then one of the human interns starts squealing because there’s a baby dinosaur hiding behind his mommy (because mommy’s scarier so he feels safer).

Like, we as a species have an incredible fascination with other species’s children and how cute they are. Like these people understand wanting to eat smaller things because they look tasty but they have never encountered nutjobs who want to cradle the little guys with hedgehog spines on them. They have no frame of reference for our obsession with alien children.

They’re like “uh, are you alright?” “Oh my gosh they’re so cute!!!” “I was…unaware that humans had external eggs…” “oh, we don’t, but oh my gosh they’re so cute I can feel their little legs kicking!” “Okay…”

And of course, once earth realizes that some other species have overpopulation problems, almost immediately someone proposes an interspecies adoption program which is approved with near unanimous approval by Earth-gov which kind of freaks out everyone else because literally nobody had even considered it (and despite the fact that humans are one of the most colonization obsessive peoples because they have their own overpopulation problems). Not because they opposed it morally, but because some of these guys breath pure nitrogen, and others exude cyanide from their pores so they don’t think we’ll handle it well. But they figure, why not, and they start it, but earthlings are the only ones who actually receive children because everyone else is a little too wary of adult earthlings to deal with their offspring.

That’s how earth becomes just inundated with tons of species of aliens and every visitor to earth is just astounded by the diversity. Like, a human couple is just walking around with a 6'2 Karalaxian named Bob who they keep refusing to get ice cream because he misbehaved in the store.

Domestic Feysand part whatever
  • Rhys: Look, Feyre! I got you a puppy!
  • Feyre: Oh my god! Rhys!
  • Feyre: *talking to puppy* oh my gosh you're so cute!!
  • Rhys: *mumbling* well,
  • Feyre: *to puppy* Who's the most handsome boy? You are! Yes, you are!
  • Rhys: *louder* Feyre darling, I'M your mate-
  • Feyre: *not noticing Rhys* YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE LITTLE BOY IN THE
  • ENTIRE W O R L D
  • Rhys: *snatching the puppy away* Yes, I think I better take him back now.
Tapu Cocoa Fixes Everything

This is a oneshot about Guzma helping one of his grunts go back to sleep after having an anxiety attack. In summary: Guzdad is best dad.

PS: Not a self-insert fic, but I obviously had to give the grunt a name. Sorry, I didn’t see an option to insert a ‘read more’ link!

The halls of the mansion in Po Town were normally quiet at this hour, but tonight was a different story. Tara stumbled around in the darkness, trying to regain control of her breathing. This was the worst attack she’d had in a long time. It felt like something was clawing at her insides, at her lungs, threatening to rip the air right out of her windpipe – and her heart wouldn’t stop racing. She couldn’t calm herself down by simply thinking calming thoughts. Sleep was impossible when her anxiety was this bad, so she had resigned herself to stumbling around the hallways of the mansion in the middle of the night, hoping – praying – that forcing herself to move would relax her enough to go to sleep.

But the more she wandered around hyperventilating, the worse the feeling of panic welling up inside of her became. She felt like her body was a volcano of emotions, about to physically erupt, and if she didn’t figure out what to do soon she knew she would break down. It had happened before a lot, in the days prior to her joining Team Skull. Lately with how busy she had been, doing missions with her teammates, she’d been able to keep the attacks at bay. Until now.

She could already tell her eyes were starting to well up with hopeless tears. Her limbs were shaking and practically about to give out. And the panic just kept growing louder and louder, a chorus of monsters shouting inside her skull, drowning out everything else…

“Tea! Roserade tea,” Tara said suddenly. In the midst of the worst moment of her despair, she had remembered something Plumeria had once said as they’d shuffled back into Po Town one night after a particularly exhausting mission. ‘I’m going to go and make a cup of Roserade tea. It calms my nerves.’

Clinging to that thought as her last line of defense, Tara made a mad dash for the kitchen.

When she got there, she didn’t even bother to be quiet. Slapping her hand against the light switch, she fumbled to turn it on. Although there wasn’t electricity functioning all throughout Po Town, they’d managed to get it working in the kitchen, thanks to an old generator that had been found in one of the abandoned houses. With enough light to see by, Tara ran to the cupboard and fished out a pot with a slightly rusted handle, filled it with water from the sink, and set it on the stovetop. She turned the knob to high, lighting a gas flame underneath the pot of water. Then she quickly climbed up onto the countertop in order to reach the cupboard where she knew Plumeria kept her stash of tea. It was supposed to be a secret, but it was rather hard to keep food stashes a secret when you lived with fifty-something teenagers. In no time Tara found the green and pink box of Roserade tea hiding behind a half empty tapu cocoa tin.

‘Sorry, Plumeria,’ Tara thought guiltily, ‘But I’ll buy you some more.’

Just as she had grabbed the tea and hopped down from the counter, the last person she would ever want to have catch her sneaking around the mansion at night spoke up.

“Kid,” said Guzma, “What the hell are you doing?”

Tara froze on the spot. She was almost too scared to turn around, already knowing the shocked and furious expression that was sure to be on her boss’s face. Of all the people to catch her doing this, it just had to be him.

Cursing herself for having the worst luck in the world, Tara cringed as she turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder. Guzma was standing in the doorway, wearing socks and his usual street clothes minus the hoodie and sunglasses. His hair was also more of a mess than usual, having just got out of bed – not that he ever bothered to comb it. He didn’t look the least bit tired, though. He was just standing there staring at Tara in bewilderment, too stunned to decide whether he should yell at her or not. The situation might have been funny had Tara not been so terrified.

“Uh…I couldn’t sleep!” she said, squeaking out the first excuse she could think of.

“Uh huh…” Guzma blinked. “So you came down here to steal Plumeria’s stuff?”

“Um…” Tara quickly shut the cupboard and hopped back down to the floor. “I just…thought some tea might help me sleep,” she explained, shame-faced. She found herself utterly relieved that she hadn’t had the idea of sneaking any of Guzma’s tapu cocoa. If he’d caught her doing that, it would have been a very different story.

“Oh. That bad, huh? You got insomnia or somethin’?”

Now it was Tara’s turn to be confused. She never had been very good with big words. “What’s insomnia?”

“It’s…” Guzma scratched the back of his head. “Ah, nevermind, kid. You should just go back to…” Pausing mid-sentence, Guzma’s eyes narrowed. “What’s up with your hands?”

Tara had been too flustered with trying to come up with something to say to notice, but her hands were still shaking rather violently.

“Ah,” was all she could say before her eyes started welling up with tears again.

Being the intimidating, freakishly tall gang leader that he was, Guzma prided himself on being able to handle a lot of things. But if there was one thing he couldn’t handle, it was tears.

“Er…okay, hang on there, kid. Stop, uh…stop cryin’…” he stuttered, looking like he wanted to do something but had no idea what would help. Crying grunts were Plumeria’s department. His was deciding punishments for people who messed up on missions and giving the occasional fist bump when he was in a good mood.

But as much as Tara wanted to, she couldn’t stop the tears from coming. And the fact that she was breaking down in front of her boss of all people just made her feel even worse. She had never told a single soul about her anxiety, figuring it was sure to be something that would disqualify her from being on the team. Imagine if she should have an attack during an important mission? It hadn’t been so hard to hide it from everyone, but now her walls had come crumbling down – and with it, her hope for remaining a part of Team Skull. And for that she kept on crying, sure that she was about to be kicked out for sheer incompetence at being human.

Meanwhile, Guzma was panicking for different reasons.

“Um…! Ah, shoot. Arceus, why’d I come downstairs…” he muttered to himself. “Okay, just…sit down, yeah? Over…over there,” he said, pointing to the nearest chair. “I’ll…uh, yeah. Just sit down.”

Sniffling, but no longer in hysterics, Tara sat down in the chair and stared at the floor through her tears, feeling numb. She wasn’t paying attention to what Guzma was doing, but she could hear a lot of commotion going on as he opened and closed different cupboards, rummaging through them. The time always passed by excruciatingly slowly during one of her attacks, and this time was no different. It felt like an eternity before she heard her boss speak to her again.

“Here,” he said.

Looking up, Tara saw that he was standing right in front of her, holding out a mug of steaming tapu cocoa.

She blinked in surprise. She had been expecting to get chewed out for sneaking around the mansion and stealing food. Instead, she was getting a mug of hot chocolate. From her boss.

“You don’t have any weird allergies or anything, right?” Guzma asked awkwardly as she hesitated. “Cause I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to make Plumes’s fancy tea.”

Tara responded quickly. “No! It’s okay. Thank you.” She carefully took the mug, and the warmth from the drink immediately started warming her hands. Now that she was getting a better look at it, she saw that there were also a few marshmallows floating at the top of the mug.

Guzma looked relieved. “Good. This stuff always used to help me calm down. Especially when…” His voice trailed off at the end, and a distant sort of look entered his eyes. “Never mind,” he finished abruptly. “So, uh…you wanna tell me what’s wrong, kid? What was it, a nightmare?”

Shaking her head as she sipped the cocoa, Tara replied, “No. I hadn’t even gotten to sleep yet. It was…”

As much as she wanted to just say it, she didn’t know if she could bring herself to. After months of keeping her weakness a secret, was she really about to just confess to it?

Guzma leaned against the wall next to her chair with his arms folded across his chest. He watched her carefully, but didn’t probe her to say anything. Eventually Tara opened back up again.

“…I don’t know why I get these attacks,” she said quietly, staring at the floor. “I just…panic. For no reason. And it keeps me from doing things that I want to do…” She bit her lip and hurriedly took another sip of cocoa. As the sweet warmth tickled the back of her throat, she felt herself relax again. “I know it’s all in my head. But that doesn’t stop it from feeling so real.”

Guzma didn’t say anything for a minute. Even though Tara hadn’t come out and called it by its name, he was familiar enough with anxiety himself to be able to tell what she had been trying to say.

“So how long’s this been going on?” he asked.

Tara shrugged. “As long as I can remember, I guess.” She swirled the cocoa around in slow circles, watching as the marshmallows melted into the liquid. Then she gulped, looked up, and asked nervously, “Am I going to get kicked off the team?”

For a moment Guzma just stared at her blankly. Then he laughed and said, “For what? Being human? Are you for real right now?”

“But I…I just thought…”

“You thought you weren’t good enough for the team just ‘cause you’ve got weaknesses and aren’t some emotionless robot?” Guzma laughed again. “Give me a break! And I thought Gladion took life too seriously!”

Tara might have felt a bit hurt that she was being laughed at, but she was too relieved that she was definitely not in danger of losing her status as a member of Team Skull to care too much about that. All the same, she was still confused.

“But…with my anxiety attacks I can’t fight as well as other people, or train Pokemon, or…”

“Who told you that?” her boss interrupted.

“…Well, no one, I guess. Just me.”

“Ha!” Guzma grinned. “There, you admitted it. You’re the only one that’s standing in your way. Sometimes you’ve just gotta be brave enough to kick your own butt into gear, is all. No one else is gonna do it for you.”

Tara could see the truth in his words, but the nagging doubtfulness that dwelled at the back of her mind began to rear its ugly head. “I know. It just seems like other people just have a better handle on their lives than I do.”

“Pfft, I doubt it. You wanna know a secret, kid? Everybody in the whole world is going crazy, and they’re all just doing their best to hide it from everybody else. Everyone makes a professional career out of hiding their own demons.” He smirked as he added, “But the smart people don’t hide ‘em. They use ‘em to get even stronger.”

Once more, Tara’s hands started shaking slightly, and with them the cocoa mug. Luckily she had already drank most of it, so it wasn’t in any danger of spilling.

“But how do I do that?” she questioned, wiping her sleeve across her tear-stained face. “How am I supposed to use my weaknesses to get stronger instead of letting them beat me all the time?”

“Well, by being too stubborn to quit, for starters,” Guzma answered absentmindedly, inspecting his fingernails. “As long as you keep going you’re bound to get somewhere eventually.”

“…But what if it’s not where I wanted to go?”

Guzma simply shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Goin’ where you need to go is more important than going where you want to go.” He glanced at her mug. “You done with that?”

Tara handed him the now empty mug. Even with his back to her as he walked to the sink, her boss kept on talking.

“Nobody can help you face your own demons, y’know. You’re gonna have to figure out how to do that yourself. But luckily, you don’t need anybody to believe in you.”

By now Tara had stopped shaking, and her eyes had stopped welling up with tears. “I…don’t?” she asked, puzzled.

“Nope,” Guzma returned to where he had been standing earlier and leaned against the wall again, slouching forward a little with his hands in his pockets. He wasn’t looking at her as he spoke this time, but was instead staring at the far wall through half-closed eyes. He chuckled humorlessly. “You think anybody believed in me, a scrawny kid with a team full of nothing but bugs, back when I was doin’ that stupid island trial? No.” His eyes flickered back to meet Tara’s, and this time there was fire in them. “You don’t need anybody to believe in you, kid. Not ever. You don’t need anybody’s permission to be somebody. No matter how many demons you’ve got.” Then he smirked and pointed to himself as he added smugly, “And trust me, I’ve got more of those than you’ll ever have! So there.”

He was talking about having weaknesses as if it were some sort of contest to see who had the most, and Tara couldn’t help but laugh. They stared at each other for a bit longer than was comfortable, and Guzma coughed awkwardly as he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So, uh…you feelin’ tired yet? ‘Cause if you don’t go back to bed soon somebody else is bound to wander in here with all this noise, and I ain’t makin’ anybody any more cocoa. I’m runnin’ out as it is.”

Tara smiled. “Yeah. I think I’ll be able to sleep now…thanks, boss.”

Shrugging again, Guzma just said, “Sure, whatever, kid.” As Tara happily headed towards the doorway he added one last comment. “And hey, don’t come back here again tryin’ to steal from Plumeria! ‘Cause I’m gonna tell her you found out where her stash is.”

“I won’t!” Tara waved. “I don’t think I’ll need it anymore.”

She walked out, leaving Guzma to ponder over his own thoughts – at least until he heard another familiar voice just outside in the hallway.

“Couldn’t sleep, Tara?”

“Oh! Sorry, Plumeria!”

After a few moments of conversation, Tara headed back to her room, and Plumeria walked into the kitchen with one eyebrow raised and a knowing smile.

“So you’ll share your tapu cocoa with a scared little girl who can’t sleep, but you never share it with your second in command, huh? I see how it is.”

Guzma blanched. “Wha…how long were you standing out there?!”

“Long enough. I didn’t want to interrupt.” Plumeria smiled again. “The hated boss who beats you down and beats you down and never lets up, huh?”

“Sh…shut up!”

Storming past her, Guzma muttered something about going back to bed before anybody else tried to steal the rest of his tapu cocoa from him, disappearing into the hall. But not before Plumeria had caught a glimpse of the slightest trace of an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

“Sure, G,” Plumeria chuckled to herself, turning on the sink to properly wash Tara’s mug. “Whatever you say.”

Boyfriend Samuel
  • cheeky
  • he’s a child but he acts like he’s grown most of the time
  • like smh sit down
  • would tell you cheesy pickup lines all the time just to make you flustered and for his pure entertainment
  • “are you from mcdonald’s because i’m lovin it ;)”
  • selfies, selfies, and more selfies
  • aesthetic couple selfies, to be exact
  • “y/n, come take a selfie with me!~” samuel would whine
  • when you refuse, samuel would sneak up from behind you and carry you all the way to bed and snuggle you, kissing you all over your face for a punishment
  • a lovely punishment that you don’t mind
  • and then sneak in an off-guard of you
  • “oh my gosh, my baby looks so cute in this!” samuel squeals as he stares at the off-guard of you in absolute adoration
  • would climb up a tree and fall off your balcony sneak into your room at night just to cuddle with you
  • great listener
  • always finds weird ways to cheer you up
  • like stick chopsticks up his nose
  • or dance to i.o.i songs
  • literally just anything random, he’ll do it just to make you happy
  • did i mention that he has a hUGE thing for your laugh and smile?
  • well, he does, and he LOVES and also LIVES to see your smile and hear your laugh
  • he once filmed a recording of you laughing and set it as his ringtone
  • loves to talk
  • literally
  • he never shuts up
  • you’d have to pull him into a kiss to shut him up
  • burrito dates
  • confident in himself 25/8
  • loves showing you off

Originally posted by stansamuel

          i was scrolling through twitter when i saw THIS tweet and it got me thinking of a plot. so let’s say MUSE A is a huge fan of MUSE B. MUSE A has a fan account on twitter and just like any other fan, is hoping to one day be noticed by MUSE B, but of course MUSE A doesn’t give their hopes up because they know it may never happen. one day MUSE A shows her mother a photo of MUSE B and instantly her mom thinks it’s their boyfriend/girlfriend and is telling MUSE A that they need to invite them over to their house. finding it extremely hilarious MUSE A tweets it out, and the next morning MUSE A wakes up to a dozen of notifications on their phone and soon figures out that MUSE B responded to her tweet saying something along the lines of: “well MUSE A, where’s my invite?” and oh my gosh it’d be so cute?! they could end up talking through the dms and then maybe someday that text conversation with their mom can become a reality and the two of them can finally meet in person? it can be completely platonic or something more. i just think it’d be the cutest thing !!

The Last Wish
  • Geralt: *sees Yennefer without high heels for the first time*
  • Geralt: Oh my gosh, you're so... CUTE!
  • Yennefer: What?
  • Geralt: You're like an angry little slice of pie!
  • *Later*:
  • Yennefer: You have to pay, Geralt of Rivia. For your insolence, for the cold way you look at me, for the eyes which fish for every detail. But most important of all, because you called me CUTE!
BTS reaction: their innocent girlfriend getting startled by them accidentally swearing in front of her.

minlii requested:

Can I request a BTS reaction to accidently swearing in front of their girlfriend and she quickly clasps her small hand on their mouth and forms an ‘o’ shape with her mouth? Like she was startled to hear swear words because she’s innocent? Thank you😇💙


Jin:

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Jin wouldn’t be one to swear a lot. And even if he does it he would swear quietly, knowing that you don’t like it. But when he notices expression and realizes that you heard him he would start apologizing and smile at how innocent you are. 

“Shit…” He mumbled under his breath. “Oh, I’m so sorry, jagi! I didn’t think you were listening!”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Yoongi cusses a lot. So ever since you told him that you don’t like it when people swear around you he was trying not to swear….at least in front of you.

One afternoon you decided to visit him at the studio, but just as you walked in you heard him yell:

“Fucking hell!”

You stood at the door, frozen, with a shocked expression on your face. When Yoongi turned around and saw you he mumbled a quiet:

“Aww…I’m sorry baby…”

And started giggling uncontrollably at how cute you were.


Jhope:

Originally posted by kookiyoon

Hoseok was sitting on the couch in your living room, reading something on his phone, when without realizing, shocked by whatever he was reading he mumbled a quiet:

“For fuck’s sake!”

You were just walking into the room, but after you heard him say that you immediately froze and covered your small mouth in shock. When he noticed you he started laughing at your shocked expression and came over to you wrapping his arms over your small figure and kissing your forehead.

“Oh my gosh, jagi! You’re so cute and innocent that it actually hurts!” He said still laughing.


Namjoon:

Originally posted by bangthebae

Just like Yoongi, Namjoon swears a lot. But he would still try not to do it in front of you, because he knew exactly how innocent you are and that you don’t like it when people swear around you.  

But one day he just couldn’t hold in his frustration over something and started yelling swear word after swear word, completely forgetting that you were in the house with him. And when he saw you standing by the door, looking absolutely startled by what he just said, he was actually kind of embarrassed. 

“Oh…H-hi, jagi! I promise that I didn’t say…what you think I said!”


Jimin:

Originally posted by jimiyoong

This boy! He found your shocked expression to be so cute that he constantly swears in front of you on purpose. 

Every time he sees you freeze and clasp your small hands on your mouth, he can’t help but start giggling and showering you with kisses, apologizing for saying what he said.

“I’m sorry, baby, but you’re so cute I just can’t help myself!”


Taehyung:

Originally posted by taehyunglq

When Tae first saw your reaction after he accidentally swore in front of you he couldn’t hold in his  excitement over how cute you were. 

He always loved how small and innocent you are, so seeing you react like that to him accidentally swearing made his heart flutter. He started giggling, pulled you in his lap and started making comments about how small, cute and innocent you are.

“Jagi! You’re so cute! I love you!”


Jungkook:

Originally posted by nochuie

Jungkook started swearing at the TV, really annoyed by the decisions the main character in the movie you were watching was making. You immediately sat up and looked at him with a shocked expression.

“What’s wrong [Y/N]?” he asked concerned. When you didn’t answer he realized what cause you t look at him like that.

“Awww…Jagi….” He chuckled, “Is it because I was swearing at the TV?”

You nodded, your eyes still wide.

“You’re so cute!” He said laughing and wrapped an arm around you.

anonymous asked:

Sometimes Connor and Evan draw each other and Evan just laughs at Connor's doodles of him until Connor actually takes art classes in secret and for Evan's birthday present, he gives him a sketchbook full of watercolor portraits of Evan, tree studies, and star studies.

*cries* oh my gosh…that’s so cute

My Dark Angel

((Here it is! The thing I was working on!! @darkness-anon gave me the motivation to write it.))

“Angel, it’s Angel.”

“Wait, what?”

“My name! It’s Angel, you happy now?!”

Before either Logic or Prince could tell him that they didn’t believe him a squeal rang out through the room.

“Oh my gosh! That name is so cute!” They both turned to Morality who seemed overjoyed at the new information. Everyone seemed surprised at his reaction. Anxie- sorry Angel seemed happy that someone thought it was a cute name, but Prince and Logic just seemed confused, and Thomas was pleasantly thrilled that he now knew everyone’s names.

“Wait. You believe him?” Prince asked Morality as he gestured at Anxiety, who instantly deflated.

“Of course!! It suits him so well!!” Morality seemed confused at the question, but before he could explain he was interrupted by another.

“No, it doesn’t. It’s obviously made up.” Logic said cutting off any explanation Morality would have come up with. At that point, Anxiety knew there would be no convincing those two so he silently sank back into the mind. Before he fully left he heard, “He is nothing like an angel. He rude and..”

He flopped on his bed still upset from the previous actions of the day plus the fact that both Prince and Logic don’t believe that his name is Angel. At least Dad seemed to believe him, though he will probably be convinced otherwise…

Morality was the next to sink out. He was extremely disappointed and upset with the other two. Why couldn’t they just believe Angel without be so. So. Ugh, frustrating. The father figure quickly ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to be calm again.

Angel, angel, angel, angel. It’s such a pretty name. It fits him so well. The emotional side didn’t notice he ended up in front of Angel’s door until he almost ran into it. He opened the door right after knocking like he usually does, “Angel? You in here, kiddo? You should really turn on the light in here” He said going to flip the light switch.

There was movement from the bed, “No no leave the light off, I like it off.” His voice sounded like he was crying.

“Alright, if that’s what you want.” He responded walking over to the bed, careful not to step on anything, after closing the door. The room was pretty dark but Dad used the light from the open laptop to find his way to the bed. “You doing okay, Angel? I know that the others words got to you.”

“Yes, I’m fine.” There was a sigh, “But they’re right I don’t deserve this name…”

“That is not true in the slightest, Angel. You live up to the name perfectly even if the others don’t see it. I am very disappointed in them for even thinking that you were lying about it.” He placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You protect Thomas like an angel, you just want what’s best for him. Sometimes you just get overprotective of him, and that’s not bad. Actually, it’s just like an angel, Angel.”

Angel leaned into the other not caring that he was obviously crying now, someone believed in him and what he said. Morality held the other as comfortingly as possible, and ran his fingers through Angels feathery soft hair, “You do a great job don’t worry.”

After awhile of Morality explaining how much Angel lives up to his name, he fell asleep to the calm heartbeat of the father figure.

“Goodnight, My Sweet Dark Angel.”

anonymous asked:

Ainbo is an animated film by José Zelada at Tunche Film (Peru). Ainbo is a girl born in the Amazon rain forest. She is protected by Motelo Mama, a gigantic turtle and the most powerful spirit of the forest. Her life changes when Yacurunu, an ancient demon, threatens her home. The project will be presented in Berlin for international sales, but the delivery date is still unknown.

Oh my gosh, it looks SO cute! 

Check it out!

anonymous asked:

SO. Here's how it went down. I was super into this girl in my art class right? I had no idea what to talk her about until I found out she was into Stucky. So I began talking to her about stucky and I used the hell out of this blog to rec her stuff that she liked. I used the fics on this blog (bc she didn't have a tumblr so she hadn't read a whole bunch) to flirt and find out what kinds of things she was into. Anyway after lots of cheesy Stucky refs I asked her on a movie date & she said yes!

OH MY GOSH THATS SO CUTE <3