2, 3, 15, 18, 19 HEYOOOWWW haha
2. Handwrite your Tumblr URL 3. Handwrite your blog title. 15. Handwrite your name in the hand that you do NOT normally use.18. Handwrite a message to your followers.19. Handwrite my url
And I’ll love her forever (insp.)
As Timi said, “I want teen OQ bitching about being virgins for life and awkwardly deciding to lose it with each other.” Happy belated birthday, sweet potato. <3
(Okay, I tried. I can probably be convinced to write a follow-up piece to this. It’s been written quickly and unedited but for a quick read through - also idk about the views on virginity here but eh. EH. Just a quick note, though, the only reason they’re making a big deal out of this is because they want to “lose their virginity”, and not because they think it’s so awful an idea to be a “virgin” for the most part/all of your life. Just quickly getting that out there.
Anyway, rating: T.)
“It could be worse, I guess.”
“Mm,” Robin draws back from his coffee, licking it off his lips and nodding, “it could definitely be worse.”
“We could be raging virgins and middle aged…”
“Is that a film?”
Baker's Dozen (Robin/Regina, AU, 1/13)
Summary: He comes in every day at 8:15, orders the same thing, and flirts with the girl behind the counter. Regina watches him from the kitchen of her bakery — appreciates, but doesn’t approach. But as fall turns into winter, things begin to change. 13 weeks of modern AU Outlaw Queen, set in New York City.
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It is an October Monday in New York City.
The leaves are turning on the trees, little pops of fiery color hovering above the sidewalks, crunching underfoot and collecting along the edges of streets that finally no longer smell like hot trash and gutter water. The summer tourists are gone and the Thanksgiving ones haven’t yet arrived, so for a little while the sidewalks don’t feel so congested.
The air has gone cool and crisp, summer’s muggy heat has faded, and September’s maddening inability to decide whether it wants to be too hot or too wet has finally settled into something stable and lovely. Sunny days with just enough chill in the air to warrant a light jacket, over a soft sweater, over a thin long-sleeve - layers you can peel off and put back on to keep from sweating or freezing. The scarves have come out, but not the mittens. The slouchy hats, but not the fur-edged hoods. It’s denim over cashmere, not North Face zipped tight over wool.
It is perfection.
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Love is Purple.
((HERE is the original. Remember folks, always give credit to the creator))
This is still so perfect ..
one of those always reblog things…
Yep - I’d love a sequel, lol
He couldn’t leave his future mom.
(c) captaincalahaan