I don’t like this. I’m going to write some fanfic.
friends are constantly coming to me for advice about their relationships and love lives and i’m just
what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions
like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and
they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks
One of my favorite things is to go back and rewatch the first meetings of my favorite ships, cuz you get to be like “YEAH THAT’S THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE RIGHT THERE. YES THAT ONE. THE ONE YOU THINK YOU HATE RIGHT NOW.”
Darn it, something is wrong with me. It’s not even October yet and I have the urge to snuggle in a blanket with peppermint hot chocolate and whipped cream, listen to radio Christmas music in the background while ABC Family Christmas shows are on and I watch the snow fall outside.
what happens if an undercover cop posing as a drug dealer deals to an undercover cop posing as a drug buyer
I read about where something similar to this happened except they were investigating prostitution and they arrested each other and like a year later ended up getting married.
it sounds like the plot of a fanfic