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A well-thought promposal

So sorry I haven’t been posting anything in over a year. I took a break partially because Tumblr was taking up too much storage on my phone, and partially because I felt like I was forcing some of my posts. So much has changed since last year so I was hoping to slowly start sharing some of it. _______________ After a long week of pre-season sport practices, we planned to hang out together on Saturday. It was the first time we’d be alone in over a week, and we were dying to spend time with each other. During the week, we were limited to invites to family dinners and a 9:00 curfew.
Earlier this Saturday we had taken the SATs, and you had complained of a headache, so I dropped you off after lunch and you tried to sleep it off before I came over your house again. By 6:00 you had not woken up and you texted me in a panic saying that you were sorry you slept so late, and that I should come over at 6:30. I was fine with it because I knew I’d have you all to myself that night anyway, what was another half an hour?
When I parked my car and walked into your house, you were kneeling in front of your TV. (Side note: You recently renovated your house, and some of the new improvements included speakers in most of the rooms in the house. They were controlled by a sound box under your television, and by connecting to Bluetooth, music could be streamed throughout the house) I sat down on the couch and talked to you about the rest of the day. I must’ve complained about something because you thought it would be funny to play the tiny violins from Spongebob. You turned up your volume and played it on the speaker behind the couch so it was obnoxiously loud.
I pulled my sweatshirt over my head so I couldn’t look at you and pretended to be annoyed. You thought you were the funniest person ever. After listening to another sad violin song, you decided to change the music. The beginning piano chords could be heard throughout the room. “You are the one girl, and you know that it’s true…” 
Ed Sheeran’s newest piano ballad “How Would You Feel” started playing, and I peeked my head out of my sweatshirt. You laughed and said something along the lines of “Oh now you’re interested in the music.” 
I rolled my eyes and crawled across the ottoman so I was sitting in front of you. I wrapped my arms around your neck and whispered the lyrics along with the song as I leaned in for a kiss. I continued to sing along between kisses, and you wrapped your arms around me. The song kept playing even as I stopped singing along. By this point I was standing, and you had started to walk me in the direction of the basement, never breaking the kiss.
I finally stepped back and looked at you and laughed while saying, “I don’t think kissing and walking downstairs is a good idea.”
To my surprise, you shrugged and said, “Okay, then I guess I’ll have to carry you.” You swept me up in your arms bridal style, and I had to put my hands across your neck to keep from falling. I hugged your neck tight as you started your descent.
My back was to the rest of the room, so as you walked down the stairs, all I saw was a newly painted wall (the basement was also included in the home renovations). When we reached the landing, I realized the music was also being streamed to the basement, and the Ed Sheeran song was still playing. My eyes were drawn to the couch where there were three glittery posters shining back at me.
I walked closer to the couch to get a better look and felt my breathing stop as I took it all in. The first sign, which was orange to match Ed’s album Plus, read “I’ve been thinking since grade 8 that U.N.I. should go to prom together. Wake me up if this is a dream and kiss me if you say YES.” The next poster had my favorite picture of us from homecoming and was green for Ed’s second album, Multiply. It read, “I looked at this photograph and realized I’m a mess without you. So please don’t say NO if I ask you to prom. But hey, I’m just thinking out loud.” At this point, you had walked up behind me and wrapped your arms around my middle. You were resting your chin on my shoulder as I turned my attention to the last sign.
This sign was blue for Ed’s latest album, Divide. Having driven around with me often, you knew that I was in love with his newest songs. This poster continued the trend and read, “What do I know, but you make me a new man and I am happier with you. So how would you feel if I asked you to PROM? It’s just something that I want to do.” After reading this, I turned around and faced you. I beamed, “Of course I say yes!”
I raised myself on my tip-toes (because I can never catch a break) and kissed you. I had to stop kissing you because I was smiling so much. We kept on kissing even after the song ended and another Ed Sheeran song took its place.
Eventually I turned and looked and you and asked “Did you come up with that all by yourself?” 
You sheepishly said “Well my sister helped with the glitter and the signs because I have bad handwriting…”
I kissed you on the cheek. “It’s perfect, and I love it because I can see you put in a lot of effort.”
He beamed and kissed me in response.

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I wish I could lay with you Forever I wish We could lay side by side And watch the stars and sun and moon I wish You'd hold me in your arms Tight I wish You could trace invisible masterpieces on my back And brush away all my worries I wish Time would slow down and Stop I wish I could run my fingers through your hair And bury my face in your chest

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Fucking love this filter

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The Flash

Episode after episode was playing on the TV. You chose the show, but let's be real, we weren't watching the show. We were cuddling on the ground and you had one arm around my waist holding me close. I rolled over and nuzzled my face in your neck. We laid together for a while, just breathing in and out in time with each other. If I tilted my head, there wasn't an inch between us. If I tilted my head, we were kissing. So, even though my heart was hammering, I did it. I kissed your neck first. I really just pressed my lips to your skin. Then I kissed your cheek, and I took a breath and kissed your lips. I went back to laying with you and you surprised me and kissed me back. Later on, we were laying together. You had both arms wrapped around me and were tracing invisible patterns over my back. Back and forth, up and down, it was putting me in a pure state of bliss. I'm sure I even sighed sometimes. I put one hand on the back of your neck, and I kept running my other hand through your hair, and then down so I was caressing your cheek. There was no space between us and I couldn't help imagine being like this forever.

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I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

@acutelesbian

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A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

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I just found out that Daniel and the guy who says “damn Daniel” are dating

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“Boys don’t know what it feels like to hate themselves and their body”

“Boys are not pressured whatsoever to conform to beauty standards”

“Only girls develop EDs or resort to starving themselves just to look good”

“Boys do not get judged or shamed for their looks or body whatsoever”

“Only girls and no boys…….”

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Join the campaign #WomenNotObjects to fight against the objectification of women in advertising

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u know i’ve expressed my love for fake married/fake dating many, many times but like. is anything better. is anything better on this earth. does any trope or genre truly care for us quite like this one. let us reflect on a few of the gifts that fake married/dating consistently gives us:

character a asks “hey, will you pretend to be my date for a week for [convoluted excuse that could easily be solved without a fake relationship]?” character b, fully convinced of the futility of their DEEP AND UNREQUITED LOVE, figures this’ll be a chance to spend time with them and possibly put their feelings to rest. character b is always wrong & it is always amazing.

having to SHARE A LIVING SPACE FOR ARBITRARY FIC REASONS. having to see eachother in their pajamas first thing in the morning, messy haired, drowsy eyed and soft faced. going from “you can have the bathroom first” to brushing their teeth beside eachother and feeling like this closeness has always existed (at the same time, painfully aware that it won’t always). 

related to the last one — “”practicing”” their casual touching so that it’s easier when they’re in public. feeling SWOOPS OF ARDOR AND AGONY when they feel the brush of a hand on their neck, or an arm loop around their waist. don’t you love how fake marrieds/dates are always method actors who must FULLY INHABIT their roles. i love it. i live for it. 

bed sharing. :^) we all pretend we’re bigger than this but we are not. 

“kiss me while everyone’s looking.”

the character who wasn’t aware they were in love (maybe always had been) until the fake relationship is in full swing, realizing they have to sort their feelings out before their time together is up. sometimes they succeed and angst is minimal. most of the time they don’t, really.

telling eachother “i love you” in public and meaning it, heart aching over it, but bELIEVING THE OTHER 2 BE ACTING. my soul is still 15, this garbage still gets me. u don’t get pining better than this.

the days leading up to the end of the arrangement where one of them, still confused and muddy about their Feelings and unsure how to break things off, stiffens to the casual, reflexive touching and puts their walls back up. the other one accepts and respects this as the end of their agreement and squashes back down all the hope they ever had, stuffs it next to the heartbreak they’re ignoring deep in their chest. 

when they realize they’re actually fully and enthusiastically mutual about the way they feel and it’s, like, two parts euphoria and one part agony because they just cannOT BELIEVE, the happiness tears them in two. maybe there are weepy or laughing kisses. i don’t know but i’m usually invested like 2000%. i love fake dating/marrieds. 

I LOVE EM.

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Undetermined kids probably can't date anyone, fuck. Like who knows who could be their siblings?

human version of russian roulette 

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Ok, one more time with feeling :) Please don’t be the ass-hat that ruins this for everyone 💀💩L

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one time pulling my pants down in a bathroom stall my hand slipped out of my waistband and i punched the inside wall of the stall and hurt my knuckles and i haven’t known peace since

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I need feminism because...

Zayn Malik can pay to leave in the middle of a world tour, the middle of a contract, and make his own music because he didn’t like One Direction’s music, but Kesha is being forced to stay in a contract with her mental abuser, sexual assaulter, and rapist and Sony won’t let her out without repercussions 

Sam Pepper goes around with sick and horrible pranks and nobody bats an eye, and when people do, they get shit because the girls who got their ass grabbed should have liked it.

Chris Brown can beat women and get away with it WITH a career and female fans still worshiping this woman beater.

Hillary Clinton will get asked about her wardrobe in interviews instead of political topics, unlike her other male runners.

Tampons and pads are taxed as luxury items, but male shaving items are not.

When I get catcalled at the mall, the guys yell at me about how I should take it as a compliment and only stop when my boyfriend shows up and tells them to stop.

Nobody bats an eye at a shirtless male, but the moment a woman doesn’t have a shirt on and her breasts are out, people are in outrage.

Men can’t go out in public wearing ‘feminine’ items without being ridiculed.

I got detention for wearing shorts over my leggings because my shorts were not fingertip length and was distracting to my male students learning environment, despite having full length leggings on and my shorts covering my butt.

5SOS can have a completely bare naked magazine cover, only cover their junk with their hands, and be praised, but Selena Gomez releases an album cover of her naked, but at the same time quite covered, and gets called a slut on social media.

When Justin Bieber posts a naked photo of him on a boat (with his back facing the camera) he is praised and drooled over, but a woman can’t post a bikini photo without being attention seeking.

Tyler Joseph can’t wear a dress on stage during a performance without being called out on the media, and in person, but a female can.

When a female says she’s a feminist, people think that women want to be better than men.

When a male says he’s a feminist, people think he is lying to get women’s attention.

When a gay man says he is raped by another man, he is told he should have liked it because he was gay.

When a boy says he was raped by a female, his friends say he should have liked it because he got laid by an older woman.

When a lesbian is raped by a man, he gets away free because he claims to try and turn her straight so her family would accept her.

Because ‘there are only two genders’.

Because pansexuality, demisexuality, asexuality, agender, genderfluidity, and other sexualities and genders are seen as ‘fake’ and ‘jokes’ because people use them as jokes.

I need fucking feminism because we all deserve to be treated equally.

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“White *Privilege is not having to create hashtags like #IfTheyGunnedMeDown

racism kills”

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But I gave up meat for lent. Now what.

don’t keep your emotions bottled up inside. that’s where burgers go.