You know what guys I don't make the rules but just personally I feel like every good group MUST have the following:
A technically skilled science/tech dweeb everyone underestimates who would actually do very well in prison; secret freak. LGBTQ rep. Hyperfixates. Voted #1 most likely to violate the Geneva conventions. Voted #1 most likely to still consider their childhood rival their sworn enemy well into adulthood.
Highly neurotic yet low-key super competent weirdo who wears cargo pants and just wants everything to be normal for five goddammit minutes but is still somehow in the front row when the shit hits the fan. Will hold your beer and watch you eat concrete trying to perform an impromptu backflip at a house party. Will drive you to the hospital afterwards. Probably won't yell at you if you puke in their car.
High-society classy ho who obviously outshines everyone else in fancy social settings. Dresses well, speaks well, holds themselves well, fits right in with the snooty upper class bastards. Their deep dark secret? The heart and soul of a dirty peasant. Nobody can know that oysters and caviar make them wanna hurl. Secret pleasures include doritos, ugly pajamas, and bad daytime TV. Their parents suck.
Conventionally attractive and charismatic "leader" figure who outwardly appears calm, cool, and collected until the pressure is off and the anxiety disorder comes out. Has an organized sock drawer. Does meal prep once a week. Goes to the gym regularly. Seems like they have all their shit together until you get a phone call at 4 in the afternoon because their hand is glued to a barstool and they can't explain how it happened
Awkward and uncharasmatic "leader" figure who has more street smarts than book smarts and doesn't seem to take anything seriously until all the cards are down. Edgy backstory. Is visibly disappointed when they find out you don't know an important life skill. Somehow the most competent person of the group when left to their own devices. But can they learn to trust... the power of friendship?
An inanimate thing which is so beloved that it might as well have a personality at this point. Bonus points if it's obviously kinda dumpy and busted.
Kalmoah is at the bottom. And loosing. The funny thing is. It's the most toxic relationship in fiction. Hannigram and destiel got nothing on kalmoash in terms of toxicity. Maybe it will Win a toxicity poll. This goes to show how few people know about it. Will explore it in the next post.
Let the war begin
I wonder what it will take for you to love me back.
What it would take you to choose me.
But at the end of the day, This isn't something that is in my hand.
Is it love that you are only one I have ever longed for?
Is it love that you are the core of all my happy memories?
If yes,
Then whatever you do,
Whether you choose me or not,
I only ask that you let me love you
Wholeheartedly.
No.
I have to stop treating myself like a never-ending self improvement project and start treating myself like a healing, learning, and growing human with feelings.
Yes, self improvement is okay. You should always want better for yourself. But, there is no reason to always feel like something is wrong and always needs fixing. At some point, you must learn to give yourself some form of grace and acceptance.
XOXO,
Reina
One of my favorite posts.
We don’t appreciate the fact that Bruce Wayne is a Kardasian level celebrity enough. Everyone knows him. I want more one shots and crack fic moments where the League (Pre identity reveals) just openly talk about Bruce Wayne in front of Batman.
Just imagine them playing fuck, marry, kill with famous actors and such and throwing Bruce into the mix. And Batman just sits there, silently suffering as he listens to the reasons why Flash and Lantern would marry, fuck, or kill him. He prays they choose kill. They don’t.
I will cry. I am crying. Relatable.
Dean being so nonchalant and laid back hanging out with Cas normally but the second they agree to go on their first date, he becomes flustered and self conscious because he wants to make a "good first impression" on his best friend of 12 years
We all have things we hate about ourselves. Mine is the desire for your love.
You used your phone 9 hrs and 10 minutes more this week— Now how do I explain to my phone that I spend most of my screen time, staring blankly, waiting, hoping for a text from you.
If I promise to not call it love. Do you promise to stop asking me to let you go?
Oh this is awesome I will give it a shot as well.
I am trying!!!! But currently i'm not good enough 😕
if she’s the female version of u, wife her.