roses red violets blue

  • Emily: Okay, guys. How do I ask a boy out?
  • Stacie: Roses are red, violets are blue. Guess what, my bed has room for two.
  • Emily: OH MY GOD!
  • Fat Amy: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car.
  • Emily: STOP IT!
  • Cynthia Rose: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I can make you scream.
  • Emily: GUYS!
  • ~ quote submitted by soqueerballs ~

anonymous asked:

Rose are red, violet are blue, I will never stop luvin u .CUTIE PIE! Love your blog ! Can I request? Can I? Can I? If I can, can I have a scenario where Todoroki is taking care of is SO like massage cuddle, a sweet moment ? If the request are not open shame on me. Anyway I luve u and I live for ur blog. ~yours truly The psychopath Anon

THANK YOU! I appreciate the poem :’)) that is the sweetest thing i’ve seen all week. And hells yeah you can!

Two Shouto scenarios back-to-back. Lucky me! 

I’ll try and keep this scenario gender neutrel as much as i can.

A Cuddly Massage// Todoroki Shouto 

It started off with a simple hug after a long day of training. Aizawa had put the entire class through the ringer, not letting them even pause for breath. It had been intense and all Shouto had wanted to do was sleep.

When he felt a head land on his shoulder, he glanced down to see his s/o looking just as exhausted as he felt. With weary eyes adorned with dark circles underneath and sluggish movements, Shouto had never seen them so tired. A sudden wave obligation washed over him and, gently, pulled his s/o in for a hug. His s/o collapsed against him, sighing in relief and comfort as warm, strong arms held them so safely. It was heaven.

“So tired, Shouto,” they groaned, pressing their head to his chest, right where his heart was.

Shouto smiled down at them, stroking and gently kneading their back. They keened into him, humming gently as he continued his cuddle/massage. He placed a kiss on the top of their head, hands still petting and pressing.

“I think we’re both in need of a nap, my love.”

And with that, he swooped an arm underneath his s/o and promptly carried them off to his dorm. A nap was in high order for these two.

Persephone: Roses are red, violets are blue…sunflowers are yellow…tulips come in all kinds of colors…daffodils are also yellow.
Apollo: Was that supposed to be a poem?
Persephone: No, I just like flowers.

How Dan and Phil probably broke up #68
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