“I DON’T have a fucking type.”
I say, as i show you my hear me out cake that’s missing a lot of characters and you can’t even see the cake.
Special shout out to “Date Everything” for having a lot of characters that fit my type.
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“I DON’T have a fucking type.”
I say, as i show you my hear me out cake that’s missing a lot of characters and you can’t even see the cake.
Special shout out to “Date Everything” for having a lot of characters that fit my type.
I love the internet SO. MUCH.
I have a new theme… I can’t stop looking at my phone.
So.
About the Grayson lookalike professor i had.
I haven’t seen in two weeks as i mentioned in my other gay panicking posts, then today I had a small issue with my email and had to go to the secretary/school office.
I took the opportunity to ask about her.
Me: “Oh, one more question! There’s a professor here, It’s [ her name ], a geography teacher, is she alright? I have to talk to her about some things related to the national exams but I haven’t seen her in two weeks.”
The SO lady: “Professor [ her name ]? She has already retired.”
I was having such an amazing day, I was feeling pretty and dolly and I had only 2 classes.
The rest of the way home ( a whole hour and a half ) I was in complete shock, melancholy and sadness.
I wanted to cry. And I can’t even blame it on hormones this time! Should I be this affected?? No.
But again, it took me 2 weeks to get to find out she had already retired? In my defence, usually when a professor retires the students all make a little celebration in honour of their work, they give flowers to the professor and letters.
That did not happen. One day she was in the building, the next she wasn’t.
And I, totally devoted to her, would everyday get ready and dollify myself, search for her in the corridors and halls… two weeks, guys.
I hate that when I’m out of the house my brain gets so much good ideas of headcanons and one-shots for Grayson and Sevika.
But then I forget to note them down on my phone bc my attention span to my own thoughts is shit.
Then I get home planning on FINALLY writing an fanfic here again after months, only to be reminded that ‘oops I completely forgot the plot I thought about earlier’ or ‘Well, now I don’t remember what was so interesting about this plot..’
Writing Sugar Mommy Grayson headcanons during boring history classes ( that are only boring cause the professor is so old the class can’t understand a thing he says ) is my new holy grail.
Also, she would be one hell of a Sugar mommy…
I need her, guys, it’s not even funny anymore.
I’m making a Grayson inspired Nail set…
I swear to god every single thing I try to do about this woman is 10x harder than any other character.
Every single time I see a fanart of Sevika slimmed down, EXTREMELY feminized and/or with a tiny button nose and lighter skin
I swear I fell my lifespan shortening.