my brain is absolutely trashed. we are discussing about traffic lights for workload and my supervisor said that he thinks traffic lights belong to traffic. but well hello did my brain go to "... and bedroom" i should probably restrict my ao3 usage.
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair* / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes** / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
thank you for tagging mee @i-like-yoongi-a-latte <3
charles and max, it really looks like two teenagers who have a crush on each other but don't dare admit it. This is how I perceive their interaction (between looking for what to say, the long and furtive glances, looking then looking away, their awkwardness and only mentioning each other). It's hilarious and sometimes embarrassing to watch. (annoying for them)🤣🤣
it's all fun and games until max delays the entire ferrari press team to ask charles about the weather