#of everything ever

[sugarsnappeases]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! but like in such a good way!!!!! very happy rn!!!!!!

[marc--chilton]

gender goals lie somewhere between dorothy zbornak and greg house

[axebass]

im jsut so fucking tired

[ryo-maybe]

frommetrunui ha risposto al tuo post :Watch Code Geass and take a shot of liquor every time Lelouch strikes a ridiculous pose.

Fuck Dreamer, that’s my favorite anime to be honest. I am hurt in the inside.

I am afraid that I do not harbor such feelings for Dreamer.

That being said, I am sorry if that is the case, but I cannot possibly fathom any way to appreciate Code Geass without involving heavy amounts of ridiculization.

[squid--princess]

im tired 

[giidas]

Eyes the Color of Sunrise Over a Forest, Part 3

(previous installments)

I have not seen Derrick in 6 days, 22 hours, 9 minutes and 47 seconds. I have been told he and his family often take trips to the countryside around Bacon Hills on sunny days and that the school is mostly okay with this because all the Hails have perfect grades.

I find myself wondering what Derrick smells like and what his hair looks like when he wakes up in the morning. I keep imagining his eyes, the eyes the color of a sunrise over a forest, opening and looking right at me, them being the first thing I see in the morning and last thing I see before I fall asleep.

I still cannot understand the biology incident, but I expect he was so horrified by my face that he had to fled the classroom. I do not have a shot with such a beautiful specimen, but oh do I wish I had.

I want to lie down in a forest clearing and look at him for hours upon hours. Admire the majestic cut of his nose, the perfect bow of his pink luscious lips, his long slender fingers that would feel perfect wrapped around my -

'Mister Stilinsky!'

Oh dear lord, am I still in class? Derrick will be the death of me and he doesn't even know it.

I start taking notes again, only doodling a little in the margins of my notebook and when I hear the bell, I run for the parking lot.

And of course I fall, because I am clumsy, as I mentioned.

But to my surprise, my face does not hit the icy pavement but another hard surface altogether. Strong arms wrap around my chest and I am cradled to a... Cold body?

I look up and stare into the eyes I have daydreamed about earlier. The color is exactly as I remember it, a sunrise over a forest. 'Beautiful.' I sigh.

Derrick looks at me, his eyebrows pinched together and his face morphs into an expression that would suggest he is in grave physical pain. 'Pardon?'

Oh but isn't his voice like a choir of angels, the sound soothing my soul, wrapping all around me and filling my ears, making me quiver. Let's hope he thinks it's the cold.

'Oh, I. I didn't- Did I say that out loud? It wasn't meant to be said out loud. I was actually talking about the weather. Yes. Yes I was talking about the weather, that seems plausible enough.' I babble as I try to get my feet underneath me and my brain-to-mouth filter to work properly again.

Derrick looks around at the snow steadily falling down, turning into more of a rain as it gets closer to the ground, where it hits the icy pavement. He lifts his eyebrows, unimpressed, the rest of his face still in that painful grimace.

As I disentangle myself, I turn my back on him to grab a book that has fallen out of my backpack, only for him to be gone when I turn back around.

'As first and second impressions go, Styles, you are doing your best to make yourself seem like a total moron.' I say to myself.

I wonder if him running away means he wants me to follow.

I would follow him to the end of the world if he asked me to.