sandwiches forever

Ask meme- Voltron style

(I just wanted to make one of these ok)

Sacrifice: if u had to die for any given Voltron character, who would it be?

Race: Would u rather be galran or altean?

Painting: Which three Voltron characters sum up your personality best?

Black paladin: Assuming shiro doesn’t return, who do u think should be the black paladin in his place?

Acquaintance: If u could meet any given Voltron character, who would it be?

Lion: If u were a paladin of Voltron, what lion would u pilot?

Body swap: U now switch places with any given Voltron character, so they live ur everyday life, and u live theirs. Who would u choose?

Motherhood: U now have to adopt and raise one of the Paladins as ur own child. Which would it be?

Face: If u could take the appearance of any Voltron character, which would it be?

send one for my muse’s reaction

alternatively, send 🍻 + to make this a drunk text

[text] When I’m not with you, my heart hurts.
[text] At some point, the phrase “I’ve hit rock bottom” became less of a figure of speech and more of the general state of my life.
[text] I thought being with you would make me happy - I was wrong.
[text] I should have known that when you said you still wanted to be friends, you didn’t mean it.
[text] So, what, are you just not going to talk to me ever again?
[text] How did we go from talking every single day to … this?
[text] You know, you not answering my calls or texts is a testament to how much of a coward you really are.
[text] I don’t like to leave loose ends and I realized I needed to live up to my own problems and insecurities.
[text] You owe me a fucking apology.
[text] We used to be best friends - where did it go wrong?
[text] I can’t be without you. Please don’t do this to me.
[text] (He/she/they) told me what you said, you asshole.
[text] What the hell is wrong with you!?
[text] Why the fuck would you do something like that?
[text] Thank you for finally showing me the truth about you. The truth is, you’re a dick.
[text] Fact: You’re adorable. Also fact: You stink at board games. But I love you.
[text] I’m a hopeless romantic with the sex drive of a married politician. I’M DOOMED.
[text] Can you and your overnight guest maybe keep it down? I’m trying to sleep.
[text] I’m bringing home frosties. I need to talk about butt stuff.
[text] Listen, I may be naive, but I know what it means when they send that eggplant emoji.
[text] I think after tonight I’m 85% lesbian
[text] So at what point of the night are we going to decide everyone at this party sucks and we should just fuck each other?
[text] Sorry your girlfriend got you a present and you forgot to get her one. How long will your dick be dry?
[text] You need to get home NOW. The oven is on fire and the fire department is officially ignoring my calls. HELP!
I’m sitting on the couch at 2 AM eating fried chicken in my underwear. Who is the real winner here?
[text] I am not ubering you a puppy.
[text] If you bring me coffee and a greasy breakfast sandwich, I’ll love you forever.
[text] Hypothetically speaking, at what point does fire become too much fire?
[text] Just because you are home alone for the weekend doesn’t mean you can act like a nudist.
[text] The only things I am doing today are things one can do without wearing a bra.
[text] I’m a grown woman and just cried because we ran out of Cheetos. I have PMS. Bring Cheetos to my place, or die.
[text] I’ll eat brunch alone. No ones good enough when you’re not around
[text] The worst thing about living at your parents’ place again is the struggle to make up more excuses to cover up booty calls.
[text] You are probably the most infuriating person I’ve ever met…but you’re weirdly sexy. What I’m saying, is come over.
[text] Please don’t bang more than two exes at a time, just so I won’t get confused.
[text] How could (he/she/they) not like you!? You’re like, annoying relatable. Like Jennifer Lawrence.
[text] Who says you can’t have Reese’s Cups for breakfast? Fucking losers, that’s who.
[text] If your (boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other) finds a random like on an Instagram post from 64 weeks ago, that was me. Oops.
[text] The only thing I crossed off my to do list today was get high. I’m going places.
[text] (He/she/they) is a total bitch and a crappy party host so I stole their dog. It likes me better.
[text] I feel like I cold have been bitchier and missed an opportunity.
[text] I’m only coming over if you have cocaine or a snickers bar.
[text] Would you think less of me if I told you I was eating pizza on the toilet right now?
[text] Dude, what’s wrong with me? I’m like a strong independent woman and shit.
[text] I’m just so full of love and alcohol

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First and foremost I have to give a shoutout to @antisocialhowelll for dealing with me both online and irl <3 <3

Sorry that this is in no particular order but here’s all of my lovely mutuals (people who are in bold make me extra happy) also feel free to drown me if i forgot you

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actualpirateking  asked:

soulmate au where everything your soulmate cooks tastes delicious to you no matter what it is or how badly prepared. jack and bitty don't realize for the longest time because jack almost never cooks and everything bitty makes is objectively delicious anyway.

awww I love this

this would be like the perfect turnaround of the trope I’ve seen emerging in a few fics where Bitty is 100% into the soulmates thing and Jack doesn’t give a fuck, because in this one Bitty would instead have an attitude of “whelp who cares if stuff will taste good to my soulmate anyways, I have to eat, too, and there are other people in my life besides my soulmate who deserve good food” and Jack would be all like “why bother even learning how to cook if my soulmate’s gonna like it anyways, I can make sandwiches forever”

Hanna Week Day II: Touch: Dancing, Sock Sliding and Chin-Grabbing

“I can’t stop this feeling, Deep inside of me.

Girl, you just don’t realize what you do to me when you hold me in your arms so tight. You let me know everything’s all right.

 I’m hooked on a feeling, I’m high on believing that you’re in love with me.

Lips as sweet as candy, its taste is on my mind. Girl, you got me thirsty for another cup o’ wine.“


“Dean… Dean, c’mon, wake up. You can’t just expect me to live on sandwiches forever, I need you to help me cook… Dean?” 

“Dean… Dean, c’mon, wake up. It’s Christmas, you can’t sleep in and not make cookies on Christmas!” 

There was a sharp pain in the back of Dean’s head, as if a flame was being pressed into his skin. He didn’t want to open his eyes, to finally be forced to accept that what he had seen didn’t really exist, even if he couldn’t go to sleep again and ignore that harsh truth. But then he felt your shaking hand against his cheek, warm and inviting to his shivering frame. 

“Is that a scarf? Did you really make me a pink scarf, Y/N?”

“Sam and Jess liked it, baby, and I promised you would wear it. It’s cold anyways, and I can’t just cup your face forever, my hands get tired.” 

“I’m awake,” he whispered lowly, his throat immediately stinging with pain. He opened his eyes slowly, a harsh light blurring his vision for a second before he could make out your outline. It took him a few moments to finally regain his focus, relief flooding through him once he could make out the color of your worried eyes. You were real. “I’m awake.”

“Oh, thank God,” you exhaled, immediately wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. 

“Merry Christmas, Dean,” you smiled. “If it’s a girl you could give her the scarf when she grows up, or to a boy too. Doesn’t really matter.” 

“You’re… You really are?” he asked quietly, holding the tiny pair of antlers. 


“Oh, thank God…” 

Dean let his head fall to your shoulder, unable to say or do anything else for the moment. He would have time, months or maybe years even, to be with you, and tell you what you meant to him. But not right now. Not now. 



Hartwin Moments (1/?)- One on One Conversations

That was the headline the day after I diffused a dirty bomb in Paris.

What’s particulary interesting about this scene are the newspapers hanging on the wall. I bet someone could spent hours looking around and never get bored. Hmm, what’s this? ‘Brad Pitt Ate My Sandwich’?


All my FT3 piccys! (Please no reposting or cropping me out)