uncoordination

I once got into a grudging Nice Off with a neighbour.  This crotchety old bastard had moved in across from my grandma and within a week became legendary for his sniping about every tiny thing.  Kids sitting on their front steps weren’t respectful.  Someone’s cat got into his yard.  The mailman stopped in front of his parking space for two seconds.  The man was impossible.

So I baked him a cake.  Not like a Duncan Hines box cake either.  I made an angel food cake with whipped cream and strawberries between the layers and lemon buttercream frosting entirely from scratch.  I was and still am crap at cake decorating, but pale yellow frosting with star shaped sprinkles on top looks pretty good no matter how uncoordinated you are.  Then I put on my nicest clothes, marched over, and apologised for not welcoming him to the neighbourhood sooner.

He slammed the door in my face.  Then the next day he came over with cookies.  I offered to mow his lawn.  He told me he wouldn’t pay me then invited me in for lemonade.  I took him cupcakes I had “accidentally” made too many of.  He loaned me a book on Irish history.  I read him the newspaper.  He (rudely) told me how to improve my English presentation.  I raked up his leaves.  He told me stories about his time in Korea.  Eventually the fucker gave in and actually started being half-way pleasant.

anonymous asked:

hply shit. Chechenya's (an autonomous region of Russia) recently opened concentration camps for LGBT peoples. 100 gay men have been captured and 3+ have died

I don’t even have the words for this.

Human Rights Watch states:

For several weeks now, a brutal campaign against LGBT people has been sweeping through Chechnya. Law enforcement and security agency officials under control of the ruthless head of the Chechen Republic, Ramzan Kadyrov, have rounded up dozens of men on suspicion of being gay, torturing and humiliating the victims. Some of the men have forcibly disappeared. Others were returned to their families barely alive from beatings. At least three men apparently have died since this brutal campaign began.

This chilling information was first publicised by Novaya Gazeta, a leading independent Russian paper. Their report came out on 1 April, prompting the spokesperson for Chechnya’s Interior Ministry to dismiss it as an “April fools’ joke.” Kadyrov’s press secretary immediately described the report as “absolute lies and disinformation,” contending that there were no gay people in Chechnya and then adding cynically, “If there were such people in Chechnya, law-enforcement agencies wouldn’t need to have anything to do with them because their relatives would send them somewhere from which there is no returning.”

Mass pro-Kadyrov rally organized by Chechen authorities in Grozny in January 2016.

Chechnya’s official news agency, Grozny Info, quoted numerous local commentators bashing Novaya Gazeta and other “enemies” of Chechnya and Russia for supposed attempts to discredit the Chechen people, “foster sodomy,” and undermine “traditional values.”

The information published by Novaya Gazeta is consistent with the reports Human Rights Watch recently received from numerous trusted sources, including sources on the ground. The number of sources and the consistency of the stories leaves us with no doubt that these devastating developments have indeed occurred. LGBT Network in Russia opened a special hotline to provide emergency support to those who find themselves in immediate danger.

The Russian LGBT Network has released a statement with stories about what has happened to some (obviously anonymous) men.

It’s really important to share the Russian LGBT Network’s statement overall:

The Russian LGBT Networks is highly disturbed and concerned about the information on the kidnapping and killing of people in Chechnya because of their sexual orientation. We are also outraged by the reaction of the officials of the Chechen Republic, who in fact justify the killings.  No national and/or religious traditions and norms can justify kidnapping or killing of a human being. Any references to “traditions” to justify kidnappings and killings are amoral and criminal.

The Russian LGBT Network makes every effort to contact the victims and to provide the emergency support. Taking into account the recent statements of the Chechnya officials, we believe that the only thing that can work out is the evacuation. We cooperate closely we the human rights defenders both in Russia and abroad, and ready to evacuate.

On Monday, the Russian LGBT Network will appeal to the Investigative Committee of the Russian Federation with two claims. The one is the demand to investigate the information on the crimes, published in “Novaya Gazeta”. Another one is the claim to check whether the public statements of the Chechen officials made on April 1 and justifying the killings, contain the elements of the offence.

We are grateful to everyone who contacted us and asked how they can help. What do we need now?

  • Help us to spread the information about the fact that the Russian LGBT Network is ready to evacuate people. Please think for whom this information can be useful. You can spread the information publicly or personally. Everyone who needs help can contact us by email or call the Hotline (8 800 555 73 74). The call is free all over Russia.
  • In accordance with the Russian legislation, every citizen can apply to the Investigative Committee with the demand to investigate the information about the crime published in mass media. We encourage everyone to apply (the template of the claim will be published tomorrow).

We understand that many people want to help those in need. But please remember that any uncoordinated actions can put in additional danger people in need and those who are ready to help. Therefore, we do not recommend to collect the addresses of people who are ready to provide temporarily shelter.

Be aware, that the situation with the human rights in the North Caucasus is truly difficult. Now people’s lives are endangered and the only way to help is the evacuation. The Russian LGBT Network has the necessary resources to evacuate people, there is a team that already makes every effort to safe lives. That is why we ask everyone to share with us the information about people in need and any offers of assistance.

Again, their contact information is here for all Russians, and the number is free to call.

This is very real, modern day evil and this information needs to be shared.

Babygirl

Summary: Dan is an innocent virgin and Phil is the bad-boy who likes to make him flustered. High school Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil AU

Genre: Smut that’s kinda kinky but mostly cute

Word count: 4,039

Kinks: Feminization, daddy kink, dirty talk, a little verbal humiliation

You can also read on AO3 here.

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Hopeless Hearts

Drabbles

jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.

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Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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EXO as Dads

Request: Omg EXO as dads please?? ^_^


Xiumin:

  • the most competent father out of the bunch tbh
  • actually makes parenting look easy
  • his kisses are a proven method of fixing boo-boos
  • introduced his kids to coffee when they were probably waaaay too young
  • but don’t worry, it’s more milk than java
  • tea parties have become coffee parties
  • the dad all of the single moms and dads drool over

Originally posted by kpoprivacy

Suho:

  • helicopter dad 
  • already has the art of the dad joke perfected
  • not afraid to use his credit card as leverage for his child’s love
  • cheers at the wrong time during little league games
  • house is infested with those digital picture frames because he has to document his kid’s EVERY MOVEMENT
  • uncoordinated dance moves are apparently a genetic trait 
  • keeps a first aid kit on his person at all times

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Lay:

  • bubble wrapped the whole damn house when he found out he was having a baby
  • squeals whenever he sees tiny clothing
  • especially little bitty shoes
  • invested in all of the parenting classes and books
  • still relatively clueless
  • when it comes to his kids, he’s the best listener
  • but also the best at forgetting like…everything

Originally posted by ygyixing

Baekhyun:

  • mickey mouse clubhouse is his SHIT
  • like as soon as that ish comes on, he’s throwing two cushions on the floor and sitting next to his kid to get some disney time in
  • lives for bath time so he can play with all the squirt toys
  • chases the kids around the house before bed time
  • to get them nice and overstimulated for his partner to have to wrangle everyone in to bed
  • until he stubs his toe when he’s turning a corner
  • and the infamous tickle monster is down for the count

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Chen:

  • quiet curses when he can’t navigate the childproof locks
  • or any of the childproof devices tbh
  • put parental controls on the television and can’t figure out how to watch anything but the disney channel and nickelodeon 
  • which is cool for when baek visits
  • unsure if his children are shrieking from laughter or trauma after a prank
  • king of damage control after jokes go wrong
  • purveyor of putting his kids in one big t-shirt together when they argue

Originally posted by kiimjongbae

Chanyeol:

  • really terrible at hide and seek
  • mostly because his lanky body is sticking out from every hiding spot he ever chooses
  • which is okay because it always makes his kid dissolve into a giggling mess
  • and we all know he would LIVE for his child’s laughter
  • sucks at discipline
  • goes into panic mode whenever he hears crying
  • sneaks in shout-outs to his kids during comeback activities 

Originally posted by mindfuck-of-asian

D.O:

  • first purchase is a tiny plastic kitchen set 
  • even if his kid still doesn’t know how to walk
  • he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least know how to hold a whisk first 
  • gentle little pokes to his toddler’s chubby cheeks
  • and his toddler poking his dad’s cheeks back
  • notorious for simply watching his children sleep 
  • avoids playdates with mini beagle line at all costs

Originally posted by emommoma

Kai:

  • the squishiest dad
  • a natural at being a parent
  • will literally not stop procreating until he has at least five children
  • constantly asking his children “do you want a little brother or sister?”
  • becomes a puddle of blush and giggles whenever his kids do anything cute
  • is the biggest cheerleader for any decision his child makes
  • like, you wanna be a ballet dancer? great! you wanna be an accountant? not my personal taste, but cool! 

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Sehun: 

  • vivi finally has human brothers and sisters
  • has to adjust to sharing the spotlight with his tiny carbon copy
  • is that dad who tells his kids to get a job whenever they ask for money
  • even though they’re like…eleven
  • spins into an existential crisis when his kid talks back for the first time
  • because karmaaaa
  • mimics his toddler’s meltdowns as a method to get them to stop crying

Originally posted by sebaeked

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some of u cool dudes requested a speedpaint a while ago right but i tried recording while i drew & no joke it was an absolute pain to watch ghgghhgfhd

so i made some process gifs!!!! ta-da!!! as u can see my process is basically lines-flats-shading-rendering. most of the time i don’t sketch and if i dont like how the colors turn out in the end i slap a filter over it swEAts

i hope this is…….somewhat…..helpful? hfdjgfd yeah bye ilu!

Honestly? I can’t wait to have kids.
I can’t wait to watch my wife try and slowly manipulate her glowing body out of my car as we make our way to the ultra sound appointment.
I can’t wait to pull a small piece of paper out of my pocket that has about 300 questions I have to ask our doctor.
I can’t wait until the doctor tells me google exists and I will be just fine.
I can’t wait to stand in the book store carrying more “how to” books than necessary to the cash register. Looking both bewildered and enamoured as my wife shakes her head with embarrassment at my intense excitement.
I can’t wait to hear her tired voice ask me for Pringles and peanut butter.
I can’t wait to be laying on her belly and feel a small foot on the side of my head.
I can’t wait to see my beautiful wife standing in the mirror rubbing me stomach slightly concerned.
I can’t wait to reach my hands around and pull her in tight and whisper how utterly stunning she is. How unbelievably lucky I am. How unbelievably lucky our “little guy is.”
I can’t wait to discuss who’s genes you’re going to get. Argue over who’s nose we hope you have.
I can’t wait to hear the “it’s time.”
I can’t wait to be next to her, holding her hand. I know she’ll tell me she can’t do it. But I damn well know she can. She will be the strongest bravest person I know.
I can’t wait to hear your cries as you breath into this world.
I can’t wait to look down at my wife, exhausting, but glowing. She’ll be looking at you. But I’ll be looking at the two of you. No moment will ever match this. No moment will ever feel so accomplishing. So important. As to when I see my family together for the first time.
Honestly? I can’t wait to have kids.
I’m so excited to hear uncoordinated footsteps fill the hallways of my home. Followed by high pitched laughed filled screams and the voice of my wife shouting “I’m gunna getcha!”
I can’t wait to pull you both close onto my lap as I read the same bed time story I’ve read every single night for the past month.
Watch both of your chests rise and fall together as your breath becomes rhythmic.
I can’t wait to sit on that couch with you both asleep in my lap not wanting to move because no matter how tired, how uncomfortable I am. For god sakes I couldn’t look away if I tried.
There are so many things in this world I look forward too. But this lifetime I’m going to get to create? I am so excited for.
—  I can’t wait to meet you.
a day in the life.

established dean/cas, hunter husbands, for @honorreid. thank you for donating to the Team Trash Brigade GISHWHES fundraiser! want to commission me for something of your own? click here for more info. 

Castiel sleeps like the dead. It’s an unfortunate truth.

Dean rolls over only half awake because someone has stolen all the blankets, and he blindly seeks out warmth and comfort too early in the morning. Castiel is all but a statue beside him in bed though: on his back, comforter curled over his mouth with just his nose uncovered. He sleeps soundly and doesn’t stir when Dean nudges him, tries to squeeze his way under an arm or against his chest. Dean snuffles – not quite a whine – and Castiel goes so far as to kick him under the blankets, closing his eyes defiantly tighter.

Dean sighs. Time to get up, then.

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Memory Lane

A belated birthday gift for @destieldrabblesdaily! Have some Witch!Cas and accidental magic shenanigans :)

Sorry this didn’t get posted on your actual day of birth, life became VERY BUSY recently for some reason but HERE IT IS NOW.

AO3

“So, what does this do again?”

Dean frowned as he brushed his fingers along the dried-out tentacle from something that Castiel had hanging up along the wall in his work room, alongside several bundles of herbs and various other ingredients that Castiel used in his potions.

Castiel paused his chopping to glance over at his friend.

“It’s highly poisonous, and I would recommend not touching it.”

Dean made a small noise of surprise in the back of his throat and jerked his hand back.

“Jesus, really?”

“No, but please don’t touch it anyway. It’s very rare.”

Nonetheless, Dean rubbed his hand on the front of his jeans as he sat at the table across from Castiel, just in case.

“Not to rush you or anything, but are you about done?” Dean rested his chin in his hands as he watched Castiel begin scooping up the finely-chopped bits of fire beetle and gently poured them into a small vial. “I’ve been dying to try out that new burger place and I’m starving.”

“I have tea in the kitchen if you want something,” Castiel murmured, his concentration never wavering from his work.

“I said I’m hungry.” Dean flopped down into a pout, knowing how much it bugged Cas whenever he dropped his attitude to the age of a twelve-year-old. “You said we could go out to eat today, so here I am.”

Castiel let out a long sigh and wiped off his knife on a napkin.

“Yes. I did. I’m sorry.” He put a stopper in the vial and looked up, a pleading tension in his eyes. “Give me just a few more minutes to finish this. I didn’t realize I was going to have so many potion commissions this week, and I really need to get them completed.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Dean stood up from the table and ruffled Castiel’s hair as he passed.

As much of a hard time as he gave his friend for being so busy now, Dean couldn’t help the swell of pride he felt whenever Castiel mentioned his small business. Trying to get it up and running had been an upward battle for the past two years and that was only after spending the seven years before that honing his craft and practising his magic. Dean had been there for every step of the way; he couldn’t be prouder of Castiel for finally succeeding.

Even if that meant they didn’t to get spend as much time together as Dean would like, anymore.

At least now Castiel didn’t have time to date anyone. Not that he had dated before his business began to boom.

And not that Dean cared.

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Jack knew something wasn’t right when he woke up. The covers were too hot on him and his head was pounding like he’d been drinking too much the night before. He shifted, trying to get his bearings, but at some point during the night, he must have pulled the covers over his head. He struggled free, enjoying the fresh air, before noticing a pair of paws on the bed. When he moved his arms, the paws moved too. What followed next was a confusing jumble of panic and incoherent screaming that came out as yowls.

He must have passed out again, because when he came to, he was still disoriented and nauseous. He confirmed that, no, it had not been a bad dream. Somehow, he’d grown four legs and a tail overnight.

After the initial panic, he jumped on his bedside table where his phone was, but he was uncoordinated, and ended up knocking the phone to the ground. He batted at it on the floor, but found that the battery had drained itself overnight when he’d forgotten to charge it.

Cursing and swearing to himself, he wandered his apartment on shaky legs. Thankfully, he hadn’t quite turned off the tap in the bathroom and the dripping of the faucet helped to parch his thirst as he tried to think of what try next. He needed to get help soon. Otherwise, he was going to end up starving to death in his own apartment.

In the living room, Jack found a window that he’d left open because it had been too hot last night. He squeezed out onto the fire escape and tried not to look down. It was strange in this body. Jack never had an issue with heights before, but now, a glance downward to the street had his head spinning with vertigo.

Left with no choice, Jack began to climb upward with the dim hope that someone had also left a window open.

He didn’t get too far before the enticing smell of spices and baked dough reminded him how hungry he was. He followed the smell until he staring into a kitchen where someone was bent over, pulling pies from an oven. Jack called out for the guy’s attention, and when he finally glanced in Jack’s direction, he scrambled to open the window.

“Hey, kitty. What are you doing so high up?” he asked. Jack stiffened when the guy picked him up, but he let himself get rescued from the precarious ledge. “Where did you come from?”

Help me! I’m not really a cat! Jack tried to say, but as expected, it came out in a series of pitched meows.

“Hmmm, okay. You hungry?” He set Jack on the floor to rummage around in his fridge. He set out a plate of leftover meatballs which Jack, losing his composure, attacked immediately.

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, little–uh– guy?” He attempted to lift Jack’s tail to check, but Jack had hissed and swiped his claws. “Okay, never mind. We’re not going there,” he said backing off. Satisfied, Jack continued to eat, though with a suspicious eye on the guy who’d now dropped onto his stomach to watch Jack with a bright smile.

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You’re Not Tall Enough; 2320 words
[AO3]

Usually Even hated being around drunk people when he was sober.

Truth be told, he wasn’t actually that keen on drunk people when he was drunk either.  Alcohol had never really been his thing; he had always preferred something a bit, uh, greener.

But seeing Isak absolutely wasted was proving more amusing than anything else Even could remember in recent history.  He was currently stood up on the sofa with Eva – it was always Eva who pushed Isak over the edge from drunk to wasted – racing her to finish a cup of some horrifyingly strong concoction Vilde had created.  Everyone was crowded around them chanting drink drink drink like some ridiculous TV show scene.

What wasn’t ridiculous, though, was the delighted look on Isak’s face when he swallowed down the last of his drink and tossed the cup aside.  His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright and he was smiling so wide that Even didn’t even care that he’d be nursing a hungover Isak for the entirety of the next day.

He’d do anything to see Isak’s face lit up like that.

He joined the rest of the crowd in cheering for Isak, who was up on the sofa basking in his moment of glory that he probably wouldn’t remember the next day.

When people asked later how he knew what was about to happen he tells them he knew from the way Isak blinked.  One second his eyes were bright, but after an uncoordinated looking blink they were completely vacant and Even was surging forwards with the bin firmly in his grasp.

He thrust the receptacle into Isak’s face mere seconds before his boyfriend lurched forwards and vomited.  The crowd that had been cheering him and Eva on quickly dispersed, not wanting to be in the splash zone.  Even was vaguely aware of Eva squealing that Isak throwing up meant she was the real winner seeing as she’d held her liquor, but he was a bit too preoccupied with keeping the bin under Isak’s chin to defend his boyfriend’s honour as the rightful winner.

Once Isak stopped retching Even walked him slowly away from the main bustle of the party.  He ended up sitting a very drunk Isak down on Eva’s doorstep with the bin in his lap, hoping the cool night air would sober him up a bit.

“Still having fun, baby?” Even couldn’t help but teasing as he knelt in front of Isak.

“Don’t call me that, I have a boyfriend!” Isak slurred.  He managed to sound outraged even in his drunken state.

“I know?  I am the boyfriend?” Even frowned.  Isak stared hard at him; his lips were pursed in a very unimpressed fashion and his alcohol-glazed eyes managed to convey a severe lack of belief at Even’s statement.

“You’re not tall enough t’be my boyfriend.” Isak shook his head for a second before groaning and doubling back over the bin, retching some more.  And damn, that was the first time in his life Even had been told he wasn’t tall enough for something.

“I’m crouching, Isak.  You’re sat down?” Even tried to explain as he rubbed Isak’s back, but Isak was having none of it.

“No, no!  Even didn’t want t’come out tonight; he’s at home!” Isak insisted.  And yeah, okay, Even hadn’t really wanted to watch all his friends get blitzed when he was just coming out of a depressed few weeks but he also didn’t want to be apart from Isak when he was finally feeling like himself again.

“You know what: I think it’s time we got you home.” Even suggested.  If Isak was so drunk he couldn’t even recognise his boyfriend of almost a year then it was probably time to call it a night.

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to everyone that suffers from sketchbook anxiety

Let me tell you two things that cured the ‘oh no i’m going to ruin this’ that stems from new sketchbooks / blank canvas.

Fuck it up intentionally

This I learned from my painting professor in college.  He had us blindfold ourselves, and then actually really mess up a perfect blank page, and then use it for the exercises that day.  Like we tore into the paper, made some horrible uncoordinated marks.  We even spit on it.  I highly recommend doing this at least once, because it helps dismantle some of the weird perfectionist hangups that a lot of us put on paper.  Helps get rid of the worry of messing up its perfect potential..

Basically if you’re so worried you’re going to mess it up, mess it up intentionally first so you take back control from the floaty head space anxiety gives us, to your hands and actions.

Buy a shitty ass sketchbook.  

Get one of those sketchbooks made for like 5 year olds that hang out in convenience/drug stores by those wonky ass crayons that never color right.  The type that you touch the paper and know it’ll eat a marker head right off. 

Whenever you look at your ‘good’ sketchbook and feel like you’re going to mess it up, use the terrible one instead.  Now you’re still working and sketching and doing with no real pressure since hey, that sketchbook was a piece of crap anyway and cost you like 5 bucks.  My shitty sketcbooks have some of my favorite stuff in them since I relaxed and let myself explore.  It will also remind you why we bother with nice sketchbooks in the first place because let me tell you that paper is god awful.

A big reason why I gravitated towards digital art when I was younger was because it was almost impossible to ‘mess it up’.  Make a stupid mark? Undo.  Don’t like the initial sketch? Delete the layer.  Hate the whole thing? Don’t save it.   ((I still do all of these things, but now at a much lesser rate))

Take some of the holiness out of your tools.   Realize that its the process that matters most, and keep your eyes forward.  I think especially here on tumblr where a lot of ‘sketches’ that are more towards illustrations that happen to be in a sketchbook build up this head space that everything in your sketchbooks have to be perfect and beautiful.  Sketchbooks are your play areas, where you can fuck around at your heart’s content.   Have some fun with them.  

Hope this helps~

-Everyone didn’t expect Cheryl to be Bisexual

-Except Kevin, he knows when someone’s in the closet about their sexuality

-You’d met Cheryl through Josie, since you were her cousin

-When you saw how close Josie and Cheryl were you got super jealous, you thought they’d be endgame

-So you went to one of Cheryl’s parties one night, got super drunk, and kissed Reggie

-Then Cheryl got pissed, ripped you away from the dude

-”The only person going to be kissing your oblivious ass, drunk or sober, is me.”

-The only thing you remember for the rest of the night is that you guys laid together on her bed with your head resting on her boobies chest

-The next morning she goes up to you in school and kisses you

-”I had a feeling you wouldn’t remember our confessions last night, so I’ll do it for both of us. I like you, you like me. We’re dating now.”

-It’s not like you had much choice

-But you’re fine with that

-So Cheryl’s bitchy to everyone but you and Josie

-She’s actually quite protective of you

-She punched Reggie when he tried calling you a “Bitchy Dyke.”

-You’re the one having to drag her off of everyone that even looks at you wrong

-She’s the fiesty red head, your the calm and collected (h/c)

-She honestly doesn’t know where she’d be without you

-You’re the only one who truly knows what happened July 4th

-Or at least Cheryl’s experience

-She’s protective and possessive in public, but clingy and fluffy in private

-For example, your homescreen, your lockscreen, your locker, and your bedroom all have Cheryl’s little marks on it

-And by little marks I mean it’s 85% Cheryl Blossom

-She won’t let go of you two when you’re alone

-She’s like a monkey

-You don’t mind

-You’re actually the one constantly marking her

-”These bitches need to know your mine.”

-”(Y/N), I mostly get hit on by guys anyway.”

-”Isn’t that what I just meant?”

-You have to plan all the dates and stuff because she’s actually really uncoordinated

-She only knows how to plan school events

-With you she gets a lot more nervous about every little detail and making sure it’s perfect

-You try to assure her that you don’t care

-”But (Y/N) I DO! You deserve the best, and only the best. Anything short of perfection is unacceptable!”

-And you always have a smooth comeback

-”But Baby, you are perfection.”

-She always jumps you after a smooth comeback

-You both constantly watch each other’s back

-Because you’re both booty people

Originally posted by lindsemorgans