Ik This Is Probably The Fifteenth Time You've Seen Someone Say This But We Need More Qprs In Fandom Space.

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH SLUTS!!!! 🎉🎊✨🤸

HES LEARNING

Are you trapped on tumblr right now?

Is there something you planned to do before you got trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Are you yelling at yourself to get up and do the thing, but you can’t, because you’re trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Consider this your save point.

Put tumblr down, stand up, stretch, and go do the thing you planned to do. Future you will be incredibly grateful.

Her

The first thing I noticed about you was your hair. Dirty blonde, or maybe it was wheat gold, but I was - and still am - jealous of it. You had two styles, a messy bun and just straight down.

Next your lips, a light muted red that matched your almond shaped nails. You always did look good in autumn colors. 

Then your clothes, I wanted your wardrobe so bad. The way you dressed was exactly the aesthetic I tried to copy. Oversized, grunge, or dark academia. 

Is it weird of me to say that I always noticed when you were across from me in the hallway?

But I don’t think I liked you, not in a crush sort of way, just as someone I liked to envy. 

Though my face felt warm whenever you walked past and I always felt an urge to dress up for you and I really wanted you to compliment me and I wanted us to be good friends.

Sometimes I wonder if something was wrong with me in those moments. 

I tried to look cool in front of your friend, I don’t know if it worked or if she thought I was too excited. 

Maybe I made a bad first impression? 

After that we never talked, and I’m not sad, but I’m not sure if I’m content either.

I think you’ve been on my mind for 3 years now.

Belle rolled her eyes and put her headphones on, looking at the window shade. She glanced at her girlfriend violet, who was staring at the ceiling while in the middle seat. Belle looked down further to her mom and dad, who were peacefully sleeping across the aisle. Belle gently tapped her girlfriend on her shoulder, and took off both their headphones.

“Vio, babe. Wanna look at the window?” Belle asked quietly with a mischievous grin.

“They just said it was prohibited. So, yeah!” Violet responded quickly and quietly. Belle looked for any workers, but they were all in the front, so it was clear to do so. She looked at the window shade, quickly checked again for anybody else and slowly drew up the shade.

“Oh he’s just gorgeous..” She whispers happily.

“What?! Look at it!” Violet remarked.

What was beyond that window, you ask, dear reader?

A storm. A cloudy, smoky, odd green storm. A thunderstorm, without the thunder. It was a sickly green, mixing with the black to create a muddy shade. In the eye of the storm.. was, rather oddly, an eye.

Dare say, an Angel. It wasn’t all to pleased on being seen.

Belle quickly shut the window as she heard footsteps coming to the back of the plane. She rested her head on Violet’s shoulder as a worker frantically passed by.

“Oh, who opened the window shade? Oh no no no.” He was muttering as passed by, in a state of panic. Belle perked up once he left, and looked out the window once more. This time, the Angel was pressed against the window, a psychotic grin on its face. Now that Belle thought about it, maybe it was a demon. It had a pale, ashy complexion, and skin that seemed to be leather. Long black horns rose from all over its head, and fangs poked out from its smile. It had long bony fingers, with yellowed nails that looked so dirty it could make one puke. Violet quickly shut the shades as the worker passed by, still panicking. Both the girls were starting to get nervous now. That’s when the plane rattled. An unearthly howl disturbed the comfortable silence on the plane.

Violet grabbed Belle’s hand and pecked her on the cheek. “I love you but I think you just got us killed.” She whispered.

“Attention passengers, this is your pilot speaking. Opening your flight window shades is now prohibited until further notice. The airline is not liable for any psychological distress experienced from viewing outside.“

“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.