so it smells like me :~)

we had a love for the books. a love that could go down in history if we told enough people. we had something special. i was- or we were trapped inside this fantasy of a world. and we thought we were eternal. that our love would go on until the day we died. but eternal’s a long time. and after a long time your words dont have the same meaning and your spilled blood on the carpet is another stain to deal with and you were a hurricane and i was a small town.

whenever i meet someone else i look for your qualities. your likes, your dislikes. your quirks. your responses when i said certain things. but i came to understand quickly that you are really gone and im really here and the blood in my mouth is heavier than i last remember it to be and i still remember the smell of your moms car and you touched me like spilled wine on a white carpet. i still see your hand prints all over my body.

when someone dies you leave flowers. you make food. you cry. you reflect. so when you remember how i used to be in your life from time to time i hope you cry. i hope you reflect. skip the flowers and cooking but remember who i was and why you let me in at all. i will leave blood stained hand prints on your light blue walls and smear my paper cut fingers on your mirrors and ill throw up blood from the way i can still feel when you held me through the night. ill cut my body everywhere i can still see you in me.

but i will not cry over you. i will not wake up screaming because you are no longer there. i will not smell your shirts and hope you come back. you are gone. and that is okay. you were a hurricane and i was a small town. you destroyed me. you were ruthless. but brick by fucking brick i will rebuild. you were the stain in my white rug. but i will scrub you out. you do not own me anymore.

—  statechampsus 
2 things, gym edition.
  1. When I was on the treadmill it smelled really bad of body odor, and I was like “Oh fuck, I reek!” But then the motherfucker one over from me finished up and walked away, and with him the smell. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I don’t get gross when I workout, but I don’t offend so powerfully like that. 
  2. Next, there was a younger person on a machine in front of me, and he dropped his phone (some older android device) and it exploded into like 5-6 pieces when it hit the floor, and I wanted to be all like 🤣🤣 but I thought about karma, so I just giggled internally.

anonymous asked:

I had a small gay panic today. So I was saying bye to my friend (straight?? I think she's straight) and she hugged me bye and I usually don't like people touching me but I hugged her back and she smelt nice and I've fallen for a straight?? Girl Fuck!

i got Whammied by The Gay on the bus the other day this girl stepped on w these Long legs & cool boots & this black jacket & long curly light brown hair & these very calm eyes & strode down the bus & sat in front of me & she shook her hair out from where it was caught in her jacket & she smelled so nice i was like !!!!!! What A World We Live In!!!!!!

BEST OF: OUT OF CONTEXT TAGS

#matt; injured: i won’t hurt you
#matt: ah. humor based on my pain
#matt: you have a pretty voice. we should talk. trust me i’m a professional
#matt: i’m fine get off my case how do i know frankly that YOU’RE not daredevil
#matt: and if you can give me any dirt on st. lucy i think she owes me one
#matt: climbs the chrysler building rips off his shirt punches the air
#frank: tapes a gun to matt’s hand that doesn’t fire#matt: i feel like this is a metaphor for our relationship 
#matt: luke is the only one of us who smells nice
#matt: you’re a mess? that’s great so am i! #matthew m. murdock the extra m is for extra messy 
#[ matt voice ] we would make such a good team… you with your everything… me in my spandex

FIRST PLACE:

#matt: ruins it

get to know me tag

i was tagged by the lovelies @truemyrtle @jjkboo @lvoeletter @justonedia, tysm ♥

i’m tagging @kooksgf  @cypherr @dinosgf @e-young @ilovbangtan (no need to do this if you don’t want to)

name: sara

nickname: none

zodiac sign: scorpio

height: 157 cm / 5′2

orientation: girls turn me on but dudes catch me by the heart so idk lol i’m gonna go with straight i guess

ethnicity: white

favorite fruit: avocado and peach

favorite season: fall

favorite book series: the dark hunter universe by sherrilyn kenyon

favorite flowers: i don’t rlly like flowers

favorite scent: coconut perfume, coconut yoghurt, anything involving coconut smells good

favorite color: black, pink, white

favorite anirmal: dogs

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

average sleep hours: 1h without sleeping pils, 7/8h with sleeping pills

cat or dog person: dogs

favorite fictional characters: stiles, even tho his character got played dirty after season 3B and lost its interest, and merlin

number of blankets i sleep with: 1

dream trip: australia, japan, new zealand, hong kong - who wants to got on a year long back packing trip with me

blog created: june 20 2016

number of followers: 779

anonymous asked:

He knows you love him. You don't need a carrier pigeon or even a letter to tell him. He knows. How do I know? Weren't y'all about to elope or something a few weeks ago? Who does that other than people so ridiculously in love? He knows. I promise. And when you do finally get his address and get to send him letters, one thing a friend told me she'd do is basically drown it in her perfume so it'd smell like her. Passing the tips along. Paying it forward or something. It'll be alright <3

Yea we were about to go get married, but there was a 3 day waiting period which would have screwed us over because he would have had to leave by then. Ugh. And I mean, we did go ring shopping and he know the kind of ring I want, and we were kind of laughing at the prospect of eloping before getting engaged. We were planning on keeping it a secret from our friends and family (except tumblr, of course). I justified it as “we could get married before having a wedding, right?”. Still, I want a ring. For all the stress I’ve been under, missing him and worrying about him, (and to preface this I’ve never said he ever owes me anything before in my life but damn it) he owes me a nice engagement ring :P :) 

i see so much of Julia Burnsides fanart revolving around the line “this chair smells like Grandma’s” and it upsets me because when i was listening to the ep i heard it as “this chair smells like grandmas”, which implies not that Magnus built a chair that reminded Julia of her grandmother but that Julia thinks lavender smells like grandmothers, in general, and honestly i think that’s a far more accurate description of a woman who would marry Magnus Burnsides

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The level of questioning I was under, coming at such young age. People asking me, “What do you think of this? Who are you, who are you, who are you?” I felt so inadequate because I just didn’t have answers yet. I had so many friends who had a clear sense of self. Who knew that they liked certain things, like the smell of grass, or what their favorite color was. I envied those girls because I was so unsure of myself. I questioned everything. I was terrified by the level of interest in me. I spent most of my time trying to convince everyone I was incredibly boring because I needed privacy and a minute to figure myself out. — Happy 27th Birthday Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson! (April 15, 1990)

One of four bunnies I found the other day while looking for snakes and lizards. They were so tiny, I’m guessing a week and a half old? I actually thought the first one I found was dead until I poked it with my hook, then I found the other three, snapped a few pictures when a couple walked up to me and asked what I was taking photos of. So I showed them the bunnies.

They were worried that they had been abandoned but I told them it was common for a momma to leave them for awhile each day and that she will likely return to them once we leave. They wanted to touch them but I told them not to, they said ‘oh, because if the mom smells them on us she’ll abandon them?’ I told them that was a wives tale to keep kids from bringing animals home, but the reason they didn’t want to touch them is because they carry diseases like hantavirus and Tularemia. At that piece of advice they immediately backed away, thanked me for the information, and wandered off.

honk honk its hance time
  • best friends since literal birth. since before birth. their moms were friends before they were born
    • so many embarrassing baby photos of the two of them in matching halloween costumes e.g. as woody and jessie from toy story
    • so many videos of them as little kids playing in hunk’s backyard, pretending to be explorers on a new planet
    • so many pictures of them at important events in each others’ lives (hunk at lance’s mom’s wedding, lance at hunk’s first piano recital, and of course hundreds of pictures of them at school dances, family vacations, award ceremonies)
    • also they “got married” at age 6 in lance’s bedroom and they both have photos from the wedding saved on their phones
  • hunk: [hyperfocusing] lance: [drawing hearts on post-it notes and slowly covering hunk’s back with them]
  • lance is chronically unable to not talk about hunk. doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, he will somehow relate it back to something hunk has said or done
    • pidge plays a game where she’ll bring up the most absurdly specific and obscure topic of conversation that she can think of with lance, and time how long it takes for him to start talking about hunk
      • his longest record is forty-eight seconds
  • lance: [takes hunk’s hands from behind, makes him dance]
  • both like to stim by making noise & like to copy each others’ noises
    • they will be sitting in the same room, working on separate projects, saying “bleep bleep bloop” back and forth to each other
    • they’re also the Spontaneous Harmonizing couple
  • hunk: [picks up lance when he’s in the middle of talking and just. holds]
    • lance continues talking almost as if he doesn’t notice
  • lance when hunk is being needy: ugh god hunk you’re driving me crazy, why am i even dating you hunk: ok let me just remind you that i, hunk, bore earthly witness to your real actual middle school scene phase, i was there, in the trenches, on the front lines, and i still had a crush on you so you don’t get to complain about anything i do literally ever
  • can smell each others’ meltdowns coming a fucking mile away
  • if one is ever hyperfocusing to the point that it’s sort of Bad the other will just. come over and take his hands and say “ok you’re done with this for now” and take him to get some food goo
  • lance loves when hunk lays on top of him it’s like he’s under a big ol rock and he feels safe and grounded
  • hunk when lance does something cool: [yelling] THAT’S MY HUSBAND
dean/cas fic: circular (1k)

circular; 1k, pre-coda, inspired by the latest 12x19 promo.

[AO3]

Dean jumps slightly when the bunker’s door creaks. It’s been over a month, but he still thinks please, please, please before looking up.

“Cas,” Sam says.

Cas’ shoulders are stiff. “Hello.”

“Hey. You’re all right. Um ─” Cas turns away and starts down the stairs. Sam glances at Dean before continuing, “Where’ve you been?”

Dean’s pulse is thumping in his ears. “Lemme rephrase that for Sam: where the hell’ve you been? And why’ve you ignored our phone calls?”

“Where I was,” Cas says, pausing beside the table, “the reception was ─ um. Poor.”

Dean’s jaw tics; being angry is easier than ─ it’s just easier. He grunts, “No bars,” and looks back at Sam. “No bars ─ that’s his excuse.” He takes a breath and meets Cas’ eyes. “Wow.”

“I was in Heaven. I was… working with the angels.”

Dean’s mouth moves but nothing comes out. On his third try he says, “You ─ Heaven? You were in Heaven?”

“Yes.”

“So you ─ uh. You.” Heat crowds up underneath Dean’s jaw. “You were - did you -?” He’s not sure he wants to ask that question in front of Sam, so he grumbles, “Whatever,” and walks out of the War Room.

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Rejected Badge Ideas

By Draco Malfoy, 4th year

I LOVE POTTER Too revealing

FUTURE MR. HARRY POTTER I said too revealing. Pull yourself together, Malfoy. Anyway, Potter will be taking my name.

POTTER IS THE CHAMPION OF MY HEART Clever, but also disgusting

I SUPPORT POTTER Wow, this is boring as fuck

POTTER IS FUCKING HOT True, but I don’t want him to think I only want him for his looks, you know?

I WISH POTTER WOULD SUCK MY COCK WOAH! Too needy!

SUCK MY COCK POTTER Better, but a touch demanding.

FUCK ME POTTER Also should consider that I will not be the only one wearing these buttons

FUCK YOU POTTER Funny! But actually, let’s leave fucking out of it. Wouldn’t want to deprive the first years of supporting Potter via button due to inappropriate language. Hmm, what else do I like about him…?

POTTER SMELLS LIKE EVERYTHING GOOD A bit of an exaggeration. I don’t want to seem too smitten. 

POTTER SMELLS GOOD True, but does a bland statement like this really deserve to grace a badge?

POTTER SMELLS LIKE QUIDDITCH Okay, now it’s too specific

POTTER SMELLS LIKE SWEAT I might be the only one who likes this smell? Does this make me weird?

(Pansy is looking. GO AWAY, BITCH!)

POTTER STINKS LIKE SWEAT Haha, right, Pansy??? He’s so gross, I hate him. This isn’t very catchy though. What about…

POTTER STINKS Short and sweet (just like Potter!!) (NOT!! lol jk Pansy! Obviously that was a joke. Potter is not sweet). Anywaaaaaay, let’s just go with this, shall we?

(from the universe created in this post)