#they like to repeat funny jokes a lot bcs why change whats not broken? but i hate too much repetition

[jrueships]

Sagittarius (Diggs 😳)

I LOVE SAGS but i hate sags because i get mad toxic with sags. Not exactly TO them, more like me bein with them n tryin to keep em entertained cus they want that so bad n i want so badly to GIVE that to them... it makes me a menace to the public. Like mm i used to have this lil gang of me and a bunch of sags. N Like one pisces. Some scorpios. I used to think we were all funny n great friends, n we WERE.... but others DREADED us. Like not even funny dread bro straight up locked their doors when they saw us on the street dread

BTW i learned their signs cus a teacher actually used it in a lecture lmao like 'how can a bunch of kids be so disrespectful to authority? Oh its because YOURE a leo and you're a xx' .... we remained disrespectful to her. I feel bad n apologized to her when i grew up LMAO. In actuality we weren't BAD BAD but cus we were young n actin wild, everyone was scared for our future n treated us like we had the plague around other kids cus we'd affect em

So like the pisces, he was ALWAYS stuck in this ONE relationship tryna make it work. Girl kept cheatin on him, he kept struggling to understand why. It was a WHOLE mess. Everyday he would complain about it. N everyday the sags would make fun of it. Because they were honest! They thought he was a clown n shit ig? The pisces kept trying to make stuff work with his gf and us because idk HOW he didn't end up leaving our group. The sags just never understood him ! He was the exact opposite of them. But not really because they both like living life FULLY... just living fully can mean high emotions though

I enjoyed the sags but i hated seeing them interact with others. I thought they could be too mean or annoying, yeah, but also i think i was gettin possessive too. i never got how they could still remain close friends with the pisces guy after dumping on him all the time and getting dumped on in return. Like, oh a sag is so funny n creative n lovely, when they got a friend they'll love that friend forever. But if you ain't their friend, they can seem terrible. Too loud too annoying etc. N I was terrified of losing that friendship n having it turn that bad. So i clung to the sags and you don't do that with sags. But cus i was like the leader of our lil group, they expelled their feelings of being tied down onto others instead. Like girlfriends n shit, cheatin n treatin their emotions like they were just some fake shit. Just some funny shit to them.

N like i caused that cus i wasnt givin them that freedom, that space, to continue thriving without toxic action. Like a sag can be really great or really horrible. You want to love them so much because they're so great, but you might risk making them horrible. Which is like ruining a butterfly

[yikeswtfmate]

Peonies

Pairing: Tattoo Artist! Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve has a new client who knows exactly what she wants. And a tattoo.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: language; filth F I L T H, i’m not joking this is smut (praise kink; slight daddy kink; fingering; slight spanking; unprotected sex; hair pulling??? Steve Rogers’ face??????????)

A/N: listen. LISTEN. Steve Rogers has been the bane of my existence for too many days to count now, so i had to let it all out somehow, ok? @the-chocolate-moose is the sole reason for me unleashing this filth on you all so go yell at her if you don’t like my first ever attempt at smut, i can’t be held responsible

A/N2: THIS is what prompted this whole thing; have these images in your heads as well, so now sit back and enjoy this fuckery

A/N3: @the-chocolate-moose​ suggested i name this Peonies bc “it’s nice and close to penis”; i thought “just fuck me up man idc anymore” would be more fitting

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Steve is not in the mood today. He’s not in the mood to listen to Nat constantly blowing and popping her gum, he’s not in the mood to watch Sam obsessively clean the leather seats in the entire studio, he’s not in the mood to smell the acrid odour of cigarettes that Bucky brings in with him after he’s had his break.

He’s definitely not in the mood to feel his tshirt sticking to his back and shoulders as he’s working on the design of a new tattoo. With the AC broken, he’s more than grateful for the small autumn breeze that occasionally wafts in through the open doors. Maybe he should just close for the day. After all, none of them have any appointments left and who even comes in to get a tattoo at 4 pm on a Friday?

“Hi.”

Steve looks up from his notebook to be greeted by a woman leaning on the high counter. She’s smiling, a cheeky grin that he’s only ever noticed in regular customers whenever they come up with a new idea for a tattoo. Her fingers tap on the mahogany, indicating nervousness and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear when he hikes his glasses up on his head.

“Hi.” Steve smiles – customer service force of habit or just because she’s so damn gorgeous? “How can I help you?”

“Well, uh – I’m here for a tattoo obviously.” She says, eyes flashing down for a second. “My friend recommended your studio and I was in the neighbourhood anyway, so I thought I’d stop by to make an appointment.”

“What do you have in mind?” Steve asks, taking out the planner, ready to find a free spot for her.

“Oh, I want my hip covered in peonies.” She says with such nonchalance as if she’s just going to buy some milk.

A quick inspection of the upper part of her body over the counter makes Steve wonder if she does have any tattoos and whether she knows what she’s getting into. His weariness must be written all over his face because she just giggles and waves her hand in dismissal.

“Don’t worry. I have a pretty big back tattoo. I know I’m going to be yours for at least five hours.”

And the way she says it, a corner of her lips raised into a tiny smirk and her head tilting to one side makes Steve lick his lips. He chuckles, shaking his head because he’d be damned if he doesn’t like the way she’s making it sound. He’s more than aware of her eyes on him as he stands up and invites her to take a seat on the couch. Planner and notebook in his hands, he settles down next to her, without failing to notice the way her tight skirt rides up her thighs when she scuttles closer to him.

“Tell me.” He says, glasses back on the bridge of his nose and pen on paper.

“Right, well I want it big.” And there it is, that amused tone in her voice again, but he’s more focused on her fingers brushing the top of her hipbone to the middle of her thigh. “And I want it in illustrative style because I can’t deal with blackwork and watercolours are just too much for me.”

Soon Steve has a pretty clear idea of exactly what she (Y/N, he found out earlier, after she’s repeated his name, tasting it on her tongue like a particularly delicious candy) wants; she seems to know a lot about tattoos, and he would be lying if he would say that doesn’t turn him on just a little bit. Maybe that’s why he can’t help himself from biting his finger, while listening to her. He’s excited to start to work on her tattoo, and he’s more than excited to spend some time with her, so when she asks him whether they’re open on Sunday he doesn’t even take time to consider.

“No, but I can open up only for you.” He offers and he doesn’t miss the thought that can be clearly seen on her face for a split fraction of a second.

“So it would only be the two of us in an empty studio while you’d be working on me for – how many hours did you say? Four?” Her eyes narrow, her voice purring and her fingers lightly graze his forearm.

“At least.” He nods, playing into her game with a smirk.

“Well, then. Being yours for at least four hours does not sound bad at all, Steve.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Y/N.”

*

Bucky and Sam give him hell after Y/N’s left, hooting and hollering like two fucking teenagers. Steve just rolls his eyes at them, ignoring their jabs and lewd jokes, but he doesn’t miss Nat’s knowing smile.

“What?” He snaps when she wouldn’t look away. “What???”

“Nothing.” She shrugs. “It’s just funny how you wouldn’t even show her our portfolios.”

“Why?” He asks defensively. “You don’t do big ink, Bucky only does watercolour and Sam’s on holiday next week anyway.”

“But she’s coming in on Sunday.” Sam points out, chuckling.

“And you seem to have all the answers to support your already possessive behaviour there, punk.” Bucky laughs.

“Fuck off, all of you.” Steve grumbles, already on his way to the back of the studio where he can work in silence on what must be now his new favourite flowers.

“Just make sure you don’t drool on her when you’re gonna tattoo her, bud!” Nat yells after him and he slams the door shut on a wave of laughter.

*

It’s Sunday and Steve looks at the clock right when it turns exactly 4 o’clock. His gaze instinctively turns to the door, but of course he shouldn’t expect her to be there right on the dot. Instead he looks down at the paper, trying to decide whether it’s detailed enough or too detailed? Is it too big? Too small? Would she like it? Would she want to have his work on her body for the rest of her life? And then another shiver runs along his spine, fingers twitching in anticipation, and his cock might pulse just one second at that particular thought – his work on her body for the rest of her life.

Steve’s startled out of his thoughts by a quick rapping on the glass door. She’s standing there, smile already evident on her face and he takes his time observing her as he makes his way over. He silently praises her for choosing a flowing skirt today, he knows that last tight one would’ve been hell on freshly tattooed skin; yet she’s making up for it with a very tight tiny top. Thank fuck for this particularly warm autumn.

“Hi!” She beams, stepping in and letting him lock behind her. “Ready to do me?”

Steve chokes on fucking air, but he has the good sense to start laughing. He’s thankful her back is to him because he already has to adjust his fucking jeans. She’s throwing her bag on the couch, takes in a big breath and turns to look at him, practically vibrating with excitement. Steve raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment on it – he knows how addictive the experience can become, his plethora of tattoos can only stand as an example.

“We’re gonna be in the back, babe.” Steve says absentmindedly, as he goes to pick up the hectograph paper.

“Babe?” She remarks, closer to him than he thought, her breath right on his cheek. “I hope you don’t call all your clients that.”

The tips of Steve’s ears turn pink. He hadn’t realised what he said, and he definitely wouldn’t have said it out loud, but every time he’s thought about Y/N in the last days his mind only supplied him with the image of her saying his name, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her fingers on the tattoos on his right forearm while staring in wonder – babe, be a doll and suck my cock. Pink on his cheeks now as well.

“Come on, big boy. Show me where you want me.” Y/N winks and she’s already sauntering off to the back door.

It’s not his fault that all his blood is rushing to his dick now, it really isn’t. It’s her swaying ass and those long legs that will be completely bare in just a few seconds. Or maybe her inability to say anything without making it sound like an innuendo. Whatever it is, Steve has to readjust his jeans again.

He’s behind her in a few seconds, and he knows she’s doing it on fucking purpose when she steps back into his chest to open the door. She smells like vanilla and patchouli and Steve grunts deep in his throat; she doesn’t even apologise, instead she just tilts her head back until she can look at him and grins.

“You’re really big, did you know that?”

Steve just smirks and with a well-placed hand on her hip, he guides her forward. He can hear the faint giggle; the little minx is playing and she has him lapping from her hands, but two can play at this game, and he doesn’t like losing.

The room is definitely darker than the sunlit reception, but the bright lamp right next to the leather bed makes up for it. It almost feels as if it’s night, and Steve notices the way her back arches just an inch.

She hops on the bed, feet dangling over and she’s holding out her arms, reaching for the paper in his hand. Steve hands it to her without much preamble, and sits down in his chair, set to prepare the ink and his gun. He’s suddenly very aware of the closed door and how small this room is so he’s trying to distract himself in case she’ll be disappointed.

A gasp escapes her lips, making his head snap up. Now or never he supposes, but she’s grinning widely.

“I love it.” She whispers and there’s relief rushing through his entire body. Pleased, more than pleased to be entirely fair – he’s fucking aroused by her praise. Interesting.

“Do you want me to make any changes to it?” Steve asks, remembering that he’s actually supposed to do his job right now, and not get a fucking boner over her glinting eyes. “You’re gonna have this on you for the rest of your life so now’s the time to voice any concerns, sweetheart.”

“No, it’s perfect.” She promises and hands him the paper. Hopping off the bed, she looks at him, maintaining eye contact as she speaks. “Now. Should I get this skirt off or do you wanna do it, babe?”

And there it is. Back to being a little shit, especially when throwing that ‘babe’ back at him. Steve grunts and waves his go ahead, turning back to his gun. He refuses to look at her, to watch her shimmy out of the flowery thing, to look at her legs stepping out of it, to see the smirk on her face that he’s more than sure she’s sporting. He hears that small huff of air she lets out when she lays down, hears the creak of the bed under her body, hears the big inhale he has to take in before he moves his chair to finally face her.

Oh, fuck.

It’s not the long legs or the curve of her thighs or that very glaring dip that he’d so like to explore that do it for him, it’s the panties she’s wearing – red, lacy, small. His hands are hovering above her, blinking lazily over the expanse of skin and she must know now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, exactly what he’s thinking.

“You know,” she purrs from somewhere to his side. He’s not sure, because her thighs are rubbing together now. “I think I’ll have to take these off as well, considering how big it’s going to be.”

And that’s it. Steve’s had enough of it. He looks down at her, sees her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, one hand right above the line of her underwear, the other squeezing the edge of the bed. He grumbles deep in his chest, which makes her pupils dilate even more. Does she want to play then? Fine, he’ll give her something to play with.

“Yes, I think it would be best if you would.” He says, leaning back into his chair, arms crossed in front of his chest.

She’s startled then, confused for a moment at his blatant answer, but it’s easy to read his smirk. Easy to read what an arm over the armrest and a finger in his teeth means, as his tongue darts out to wet his lips – waiting. Are you going to do this? Daring her.

“Come on, baby, are you going to take them off for me?” He prods further, and it seems that does it for her.

Fingers slip under the waistband and he watches as she lifts up her ass, dragging them over her thighs, knees up and completely off. The piece of cloth dangles from her finger, as she offers it to him in her own silent dare. Are you going to do something about this?

“Any other requests, sir?”

His cock twitches once more, as if he isn’t already fucking hard with her half naked in front of him, an inch away from his touch. He stands up, grabs the panties and tucks them in his back pocket.

She squirms under his stare, legs pressed together but he doesn’t like that. One finger on her knee, and he pushes it to the side, then does the same thing with the other one. Pussy on display, his mouth is watering just as much as she’s dripping on the leather.

He leans closer, hands now behind his back and she’s shivering under his breath on her ear.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He grunts.

A whine and her fingers grab his forearm in a vice like grip. “You know what I want.”

“You have to use your words, Y/N.” Steve tuts.

She groans in frustration, letting her head fall back. “Please, Stevie, I need you to fuck me.”

He smirks then. An eye for an eye, wasn’t it? But she’s pleading and he’s been thinking about fucking her for three days straight already. He’s not in the mood to delay this any further – he’ll have time to savour her inch by inch later. For now, he just wants to fuck her.

He takes off his jeans, already feeling some of the tension leaving him. His boxers follow and he smiles like a Cheshire cat when her reaction is to lick her lips and sit up on the bed in anticipation. She wanted to play, didn’t she?

Steve sits back down on his chair, slowly, languidly and looks up at her. She’s waiting, but he notices the twitch in her fingers, the way her legs press together and she’s squirming on the bed, trying to find some kind of friction. He smiles then – benevolently, like a generous benefactor and raises his eyebrows. What do you want?

“Please.” She moans – practically drooling.

Steve pats his thigh, “Come on, baby. Come here.”

Y/N is on top of him immediately, straddling him, fingers grazing his scalp, tugging at his hair. His hands circle her waist, big hands on her hips and he’s guiding her down until she can rut against his legs. Her lips are on his then, biting, tugging, moaning into his mouth, lapping at each corner, saliva dripping just like her pussy.

“Please, Steve. Please.” She whimpers, because fuck she needs more, she needs so much more, she needs to have him fill her up and Steve is just there, his cock twitching right on her stomach and she can’t take it anymore.

“What do you want, baby?” He grunts, right when his fingers slip inside her folds and yesrightthereyesfuckohfuckStevefuck. “Are you going to cum for me, honey? You going to cum for daddy?”

And shit, she must’ve not known that was something that she likes, because the moment those words leave his lips, as his fingers so expertly pump into her and his thumb is circling her clit, she throws back her head with a scream. Blinding stars and all the lights in the world play right in front of her eyes, and Steve can feel her pussy clenching around his fingers before he takes them out and licks them clean.

Steve waits for her to regain her breath as he kisses her collarbones softly, before he gets annoyed with the fabric between them. He tugs at her top until she weakly raises her arms, allowing him to throw it somewhere she doesn’t really care about. She does, however, care about the fact that he’s also still wearing his tshirt and that’s just a shame because underneath that it’s the most glorious sight she’s ever seen.

The sleeve tattoos are usually entirely on display, but Steve would be lying if he’d say he doesn’t know the effect the eagle on his chest has or the way that BROOKLYN on his abs is always either licked or touched. And of course, her fingers also instantly follow the letters’ path.

“Fuck.” She whispers.

“That’s what I intend to do, sweetheart.” He grins and with one arm around her waist, he has her standing up, pushing her into the bed, ass in the air.

He’s surprised for a second to see the massive lion tattoo on her back, her previous words forgotten somewhere in his hazy mind. She looks at him over her shoulder when his hand traces the lines, before his tongue licks a strip right through the middle of her spine. She arches back, a shudder going through her whole body when she lines herself just perfectly to him. Steve has to steady her with his hands on her hips before she starts rutting against him again.

“Steve, please.” She mewls and he hears the leather hissing under her fingers.

“Manners.” He grunts, lining himself just right.

“Oh, fuck you, Steve!” She seethes, but her words turn into a moaning hiss when a slap crackles on her ass.

“I said manners, baby.”

A low growl, but she knows what he wants. “Please, daddy. Please, I need you to fuck me, please, I can’t. I just – please, please, please.”

Her chant fills the small room, turning into an entire litany of profanities and obscene noises the moment Steve enters her. He groans when he feels her so tight and wet and warm around him and fuck he’d stay like this forever, if she wouldn’t push back into him, asking him to move already. She settles her forehead on the bed when his large hands squeeze her hips almost painfully, dragging himself slowly back, and then thrusting into her with force. He continues his ministrations painstakingly slowly, until she starts meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck, faster, please. Please, Steve.” She pants, hands scrabbling at the edge of the leather.

Steve grunts when she starts moving again, but a hand in her hair keeps her in place. He starts thrusting deeper, faster, rougher, and her head falls back into the bed, letting him do all the work because fuck if she could keep up with this.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? You wanted me to fuck you hard?” Steve grunts.

Her words are slurred in response, but he picks up the slew of ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ and his name – his name falling off her lips like a delicious chant, and he’s never heard anything more perfect than the sound of his pounding into her, her moans and his name from her mouth. He can already feel her walls clenching around his cock, so he drags her up by her hair, until her back is pressed to his chest, hand around her throat. Her head falls back onto his shoulder, giving him plenty of access to bite along her neck.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? Come on, sweetheart, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

His movements are becoming frantic, and he removes his hand from her hip to bring it to her clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud. She’s whimpering now, breathless and a fucking mess, yet he’s never seen her more beautiful than right in this moment, right when she’s coming undone around his cock. He’s right behind her, the moment he sees her eyes roll back into her head, feeling her go slack in his arms. A growl deep within his chest and they’re both sagging over the bed, spent and fucked into oblivion.

He slips out and she lets out a low hiss at the sudden emptiness. Steve watches the way his cum drips along her thighs, and would care more about how much cleaning up and disinfecting he’s going to have to do later if it weren’t for her nails on his forearm. He looks at her, a smile on his own lips in reply to her blissful grin.

“I think I’m relaxed enough to have that tattoo now.”

[planetarixm]

2 x 11 questions tag game + Bold stuff tag game

And we got tagged by some lovely people, thank youu ♥

1 - tagged by @sayitaliano

What’s your favorite beverage? least favorite?                         Orange juice / coke

Name 3 things on your bucket list. To learn as many lenguages as possible,to travel europe, to have a cat haha

What attracted you to learning each of your target languages? Not a reason in specific, i think each lenguage has something that other doesn’t, also learning them you can understand their culture and also have access to more information

Who are your role models or inspirations?  @yourfavwolf for sure, i love the way she thinks and the things she stands for, also she is the sweetest person ever and even tho i don’t know her personally she has a big influence in the person i am today

What do you do when you’re feeling down in order to cheer yourself up? Whatever distracts me from thinking, usually talk to my mom or watch series

Opinions on social media? Love it? Hate it? Not sure, i think i am in the middle, social media can be whatever you want it to be, inspiration, a curse, blessing, etc

Do you already have childrens’ names picked out? Yes, but I’ll talk with their dad. I like Lucas, Amelia, Felipe, Kylie, Cindy

If you got to do-over one moment, what would you choose? A bunch of random things hahah

Do you want to be famous? If it means i can meet rihanna and halsey, then yes

What do you do when you can’t sleep? Go into my phone until i start getting sleepy

Not really a question, but…go learn 5 words in your target language! Oohh, that’s hard

lindeza - prettiness - belleza xodó - girfriend/boyfriend - novia/novio apaxionada - in love - enamoradx coração - heart - corazón sempre - always - siempre

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2 - tagged by @sayitaliano

1. Do you like spicy food?                                                                            No, i hate it so much

2. If you could move somewhere, where would it be and why?

Idk probably somewhere in Europe

3. What kind of learner are you (visual, auditory..)? I think a little bit of each

4. What was the last photo you took? No idea

5. What’s your cure for hiccups? Hold my breath 

6. Do you have a motto/ quote you live by? Be kind but take no shit

7. Share your favourite meme or funniest joke. How do you call a mexican that lost his car?

Car-los

8. If you were to change your name, which one would you choose? I would love Khloé because my mom’s name is Kelly so I think they are alike

9. What’s the one thing you regret buying?                                                  A looooot of food in the cinema that i didn’t end up eating hahahah

10. What food do you crave often?                                                          Fries, doritos and churros

11. Describe your ideal day.

Being with my best friends doing crazy things

My Questions: using again some old questions nobody answered yet. 1. What is one thing you have to do but hate to do??

Clean my room 

2. Let’s suppose I’m visiting your hometown: what should I do/see first?

Well, I live in Venezuela so i think you should go to the parks or some iconic places 3. What’s your biggest dream? Is it the same you had when you were little?   As for right now i don’t remember 

4. Tell me a line/quote from your favorite book/song/movie                          ‘‘The eyes chico, they never lie’‘

5. What’s the first word you learnt in the language you’re learning/have learnt? So a lot of my friends are portuguese but the first thing i learned was ‘’eu ñao se nada’’ which is ‘’i don’t know anything’’ and in portuguese i would say the happy birthday song HAHAHAH @sayitaliano 6. Is there a very old memory you want to share?                                        Hmm, one time i almost drowned in a pool trying to get water in a cup but luckily my older brother saved me  7. Do you talk to yourself? What do you usually tell you?                                    I really don’t do it at all 8. Let’s suppose you have a terrible memory (as me), and you need to take a note: do you take a pen and write it down or do you write it on your smartphone?                                                                                                        I write it down in a book or something 9. Do you like to swim?                                                                                      No, i hate it  10. What’s your biggest passion?                                                              Culture, lenguages and other people 11. Do you have a particular bad habit?                                                               I compare myself and lot and bc of that i have really low self love

Tagging: see below

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3- tagged by @sayitaliano

1st rule: tag 9 people you want to get to know better: i don’t really know so if u want to, do it

2nd rule: bold the statements that are true

appearance - i am 5'7 or taller - i wear glasses - i have at least one tattoo - i have at least one piercing - i have blonde hair- i have brown eyes (only one tbh) - i have short hair - my abs are at least somewhat defined - i have or had braces

personality - i love meeting new people - people tell me i am funny - helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - i enjoy physical challenges - i enjoy mental challenges - i am playfully rude to people i know- i started saying something ironically and now i can’t stop saying it - there is something i would change about my personality

ability - i can sing well - i can play an instrument - i can do over 30 pushups without stopping - i am a fast runner - i can draw well - i have a good memory - i am good at doing math in my head - i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - i have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - i can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - i know how to throw a proper punch

hobbies - i enjoy sports - i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - i have learned a new song in the past week - i exercise at least once a week - i have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - i have drawn something in the past month - i enjoy writing - i do some form of martial arts

experiences - i have had my first kiss - i have had alcohol - i have scored a winning point in a sport - i have watched an entire tv series in one sitting - i have been at an overnight event - i have been in a taxi - i have been in the hospital or er in the past year - i have beaten a video game in one day - i have visited another country - i have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

my life - i have one person that i consider to be my Best Friend™ - i live close to my school/work - my parents are still together - i have at least one sibling - i live in the united states – i have hung out with a friend in the past month - i have a smartphone - i own at least 15 cds - i share my room with someone

relationships - i am in a relationship - i have a crush on a celebrity - i have a crush on someone i know (not sure though) - i’ve been in at least 3 relationships - i have never been in a relationship - i have admitted my feelings to a crush - i get crushes easily - i have had a crush for over a year - i have been in a relationship for over a year - i have had feelings for a friend

random - i have break-danced - i know a person named jamie - i have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - i have dyed my hair - i’m listening to a song on repeat right now - i have punched someone in the past week - i know someone who has gone to jail - i have broken a bone - i have eaten a waffle today - i know what i want to do in life - i speak at least two languages - i have made a new friend in the past year

[hakubutsukann]

Tag Game ~

Thanks @n-city-dream for tagging me !!!!! 💖💕💗💝💓

1st: Tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better (but why 9? why not 10 or...any even number......anyway) I want to get to know better everyone :(( so I’m tagging @ all-my-mutuals, @ my-followers, @ my-friends , @ literally-everyone, @ if-you-are-reading-this, @ please-do-it, @ if-you-want-to, @ really, @ and-tag-me-so-i-can-see-the-post-!!!! (that’s 9)

2nd: BOLD those statements that are true for you (P.S.: everything in parentheses are my comments, ignore them and don’t paste them in your post...only if it’s relatable and you want to keep it there)

(after doing this I realize that my boring life is way more uninteresting than i thought it was kasoksçalkspaoskaçspo but it was funny anyway)

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces (lol almost none of it)

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny (yeah they say i’m a joke) Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me (it really is one of my priorities and i never thought abt that in that way) I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges (i like to try...just try and then read the answer bc i’m dumb) I’m playfully rude with people I know well (i think i am sometimes lçskldslçlkajsd) I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it (yes...is not ironically anymore...) There is something I would change about my personality (a lot of things lçaskdçalskdçalsdçad)

ABILITY:

I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 push-ups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling (some kids only sakljdçasdjças) I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch (i think i do...but i never really tried to punch someone so i don’t know if what i have in mind is a proper punch...but it probably hurts) (i’m a sedentary untalented person sorry guys çalsklkjçlksjoapkpaska)

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I workout at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing (i tried) FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION (lol Certified Fangirl) I do or have done martial arts (again i’m a sedentary untalented person aksdghashgdajsgdkag)

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol (but i don’t drink) I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting (Does Sherlock counts? çalksjdçlasdçlasçda) I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts (i wish)

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity (lol who doesn’t) I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”  I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced (oh i wish laskhdlksjhflkahsdkh) I know a person named Jamie (i know a cat named Jamie) I have had a teacher with the last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair (and i want to do it again soon) I’m listening to one song on repeat right now (actually is the kiki’s delivery service full soundtrack) I have punched someone in the past week (only myself) I know someone who has gone to jail (lmao yes my uncle) I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life (I WISH) I speak at least 2 languages (i don’t really talk in english i can only write but this counts right? kspoakspoakspoaksp) I have made a new friend in the past year (not sure...but i have met a lot of people bc of uni)