#it used to work so well for years but nope. super stink sweat all of a sudden.

[robinsnest2111]

can I wish for actually functional body temperature regulation for Christmas? because I'm so tired of freezing my ass off wearing a thermal long-sleeve a hoodie and huddled under 3 blankets with the heater on full blast one second and then ripping open my window while it's around the freezing point outside and stripping down to my underwear and putting my hair in a bun because I am sweating buckets will graham nightmare style. :^(

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Outside the Rain - Harry Styles Series (Part 11)

Part 10

“Woah, woah, woah,” you said looking at your manager in a group meeting. “You want us... to perform at the VMA’s? Before the single drops? Isn’t the whole point to have a surprise drop?” 

“Yes, but what about a surprise performance? You could do a simple medley of some of your biggest hits and end with the new single,” she said. “No one besides a few people at MTV will know.” 

“We know that never works,” Daisy said. “But I don’t hate the idea. I really wanna get back out on stage and I just think it'll be super bad ass to do it.” 

“But aren’t the VMA’s like in two days?” You asked. “How the hell are we going to put together a show in two fucking days?” 

“We’ve done it before,” Rachel said. 

“True, but we haven’t performed in YEARS together,” you said. 

“Are you saying you don’t want to do it?” Daisy asked. 

“I never said that,” you sighed. “I just wanted don’t want to have ass something just to make it possible. If we do this, it’s gotta be as close to perfect as possible.” 

“We got this, Y/N,” Rachel said. “It’s like riding a bike.” 

“I can’t ride a bike for shit,” you joked. 

“Yeah, well, not our fault,” she smirked. 

**

Once it was decided your group would be performing at the VMA’s, you were in stress and work mode. You all decided to take a quick lunch break and then get to brainstorming and getting with your choreographers. You knew this would be a huge thing for your “comeback”, but putting on a performance in two days... when you were starting from scratch was unheard of. 

You texted Harry to meet you for lunch near the studio. You knew the next few days were going to be a whirlwind, so you needed at least an hour of calm. You had arrived at the cafe before Harry and waved to him when he walked into inside. 

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked. 

“We’re performing at the VMA’s,” you whispered. 

“WHAT! Holy shit!” He said. “That’s amazing, baby.” 

“Did I mention it’s in two fucking days and we’ve got zero plans right now?” You groaned. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s fucked,” he said. 

You glared at him, “That’s not helping.” 

“Sorry,” he winced. “Look, I know there’s pressure, but I’m sure you’re going to do great. You girls always put on a show. Is it going to be announced?” 

“Nope,” you shook your head. “No one is going to know until we’re on stage.” 

“That’s so fucking bad ass,” he said. 

“What is with you and Daisy!” You groaned. 

“Am I missing something?” He laughed. 

“Not really,” you laughed. “Anyway, so I really hate this because you came all the way here, but I don’t know how free I’m going to be the next few days.” 

“Baby,” he said taking your hand into his, “It’s okay. I understand. I’m here for a while. Now, the real question is... do I get to join rehearsals?” 

“It’d be boring as hell,” you said. 

“Not for me,” he smiled. “I want to see how you work.” 

“Don’t you want to be surprised for the final performance?” You asked. 

“I’ll love it either way,” he smiled. 

“Speaking of the performance,” you said. “Would you want to be my date for the VMA’s or is that like.. too soon for us?” 

Harry took a sip of his water and hesitated for a bit. “I mean, I would love to go. I want to go, but I don’t know if we should arrive together, if that makes sense.” 

You were a little disappointed at his answer, but you completely understood. 

“It does,” you said. “And it’s in New Jersey... We’re going to do a day here and then fly out tomorrow night.” 

“Wow, that’s really cutting it close,” he sighed. 

“Right? Like why wasn’t this decided like a week ago?” You sighed. 

“Well, look at this way,” he said. “When you pull off an epic performance, you’ll get to say you put it together in less than two days.” 

“Always looking on the bright side aren’t you?” You smiled. 

“That’s what I’m here for,” he smiled. 

**

It was the next day and you were in rehearsals. You spent the rest of yesterday, after your lunch with Harry, planning out the performance and now it was time to put it all together. You all had twelve hours before you boarded the plane to New Jersey and time started now. 

Four hours had passed and you had run through the entire performance of four songs about ten times. Within the four songs, there were a couple of dance breaks and you felt like you were dying. You laid passed out on the floor, not literally, but you wished you were. You stared up at the ceiling. 

“Why did we agree to do this again?” You groaned. “We’re halfway through this rehearsal and I’m already dying.” 

“Why did we add so many dance breaks?” Daisy groaned. “My legs are jello.” 

“Because that’s our thing,” Rachel sighed. “Why is that our thing?” 

“Because we’re stupid,” you joked. “I’m starving, but I also feel like I’m gonna throw up if I eat.” 

“Take it to the bathroom with that!” Rachel said. 

You rolled your eyes. You heard the door of the studio open and you turned your head over in the direction. There was Harry holding a bag of something and about five smoothies in his hand. 

“Give me!” You said reaching out your hand, not moving an inch. 

He laughed looking at the four of you laying on the floor, “Um, did I miss something?” 

“We’re dying,” Jess said. 

“And we’re not joking. Every part of my body hurts like a bitch,” you groaned. 

“So, I take it rehearsals are going well?” He asked sitting everything down on th ground. 

“Fucking peachy,” Daisy said. “Anyway, I’m Daisy. Nice to finally meet you Harold.” 

“It’s uh... Harry, actually,” he blushed. “And nice to meet you, as well.” 

“Uh, I’m gonna call you Harold for now,” she said. 

“It’s her thing,” you groaned. “She always calls my boyfriends by different names or nicknames until she’s sure about them.” 

“Let’s just say I’ve never called anyone by their real name because they never made it that far,” she added. 

“Noted,” Harry nodded. “And that’s going to change this time.” 

“We’ll see,” she smirked. 

“Don’t be fucking Rude, Daisy,” Rachel rolled her eyes. “Welcome, Harry. Sorry, we’re meeting looking like a bunch of hot ass messes.” 

“No, you all look beautiful, lovely,” he said quickly. 

“No, we don’t. We fucking stink,” Daisy said. 

“It’s true,” you added. “Our sweat is sweating.” 

“Well, I brought some food and smoothies. I figured you all would need some fuel,” he said changing the subject. 

“Thanks, babe,” you smiled slowing sitting up. “Gah, my abs.” 

“After our performance, we’re all going straight to the fucking spa,” Jess said. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Rachel said. 

You all moved closer to the food and Harry sat next to you. You smiled kissing his cheek, “Thank you for bringing this.” 

“You’re welcome,” he smiled. “So, besides being in miserable pain and sweat, how are you  girls feeling about the performance.” 

“I’ll admit I was little worried about it, but our last few run throughs went great. I’ve got faith we’re going to kill it on stage tomorrow night,” Rachel said. 

“I have no doubt,” Harry said. 

“So, Harry, have you always been a fan?” Daisy asked. 

“How do you have the energy for twenty questions?” You groaned. 

“It takes my mind off the pain,” she smirked. 

“No, it’s fine,” Harry smiled. “And I have. My sister and I went to a few shows whenever you came to the UK.” 

“That’s really adorable, actually,” Rachel smiled. 

“Oh my god,” you shook your head. “I’m so sorry about this,” you said looking at Harry. 

“Hey, this will save time during our flight tonight,” Daisy said. “He is going with us, right?” 

You looked over at Harry, “Yeah, of course,” he said. 

“Perfect,” she smirked. “So, basically it’s either we interrogate him now or on the plane.” 

“How about neither?” You suggested. “Especially, since you three were so gun-ho on us getting together.” 

“Doesn’t matter. We still have jobs to do,” Jess said. 

“It’s fine,” Harry laughed. “I don’t mind it.” 

“Just wait until she starts getting into the real personal details,” Rachel said. “You might be running for the hills after that.” 

“Hey! That only happened one time and it was for the best was it not?” She smirked. 

“What would I ever do without the three of you?” You joked. 

“Die alone?” Daisy suggested. 

You all laughed, winced, and finished eating before getting back to work. 

**

Once you were finished with rehearsals, you went straight home to finish packing and freshen up before meeting everyone at the airport. 

“I’m more than ready for a hot shower,” you groaned walking into your bedroom. 

“I can’t believe you danced for over eight hours,” he said. “I would have passed out after like two.” 

“Yeah, we’ll we can’t all be amazing dancers,” you joked. “Ow.” 

“How long as it been since you’ve had rehearsals like today?” He asked. 

“Since before the last tour we did together,” you said. “My solo stuff was never centered around dancing, so I never had a lot to practice.” 

“Wow,” he said. “No wonder you all were about to die,” he laughed. 

“Exactly,” you laughed turning on the shower and pulling off your sweaty clothes. 

“Do you need me to do anything while you shower?” He asked standing in the doorway. “I can take the bags downstairs.” 

“Or you can join me in the shower and rub my shoulders,” you said. 

“Well, I can’t say no to that,” he smirked taking off his shirt. 

You both get into the shower. Your tense muscles start to loosen up a bit as the hot water hits you. You close your eyes as Harry rubs your shoulders and leaves kisses on your neck. 

“Getting on a plane is the last thing I want right now,” you groaned. “I just want to go to bed and sleep for four days.” 

“We can sleep on the plane,” he said. “I’ll cuddle with you.” 

“Yeah... that’s not gonna happen,” you said. “You’ve never flown with us... and well, sleep never happens.” 

“Is this your way of telling me I should prepare myself?” he joked. 

“Hell yeah,” you laughed. 

“Bloody hell, what did I get myself into,” he laughed. 

Once you were out of the shower, you got dressed, finished packing, and headed to the airport. It was still surreal that this was happening and even though you were beyond sore and a little nervous about what could happen, you couldn’t be more excited and pumped for what was to come. 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

My Best Friend’s Sister (Part 1)

Summary: When the reader moves up to Vancouver for her new writing job, she never realized who her neighbor would end up being...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader (with sibling!Jared)

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, sibling issues

A/N: Not sure where this really came from (I’d love a big brother like Jared irl) but I was feeling the flangst today...

“Shit, shit, shit,” you said, the box in your hands sliding as you heard the elevator doors open. You started to go down to try and catch it, another pair of hands appearing out of nowhere coming under yours and stopping it from crashing down.

“Woah, you got that alright?” asked a voice behind the other side of the box.

“Yeah, thanks,” you said, trying to adjust your hands but unable to get a good grip.

“Let me get it,” said the voice, backing up into the hall. “You just move in?”

“Yeah, that’s the last box thankfully,” you said. “I’m just down the hall.”

“Welcome to the neighborhood then,” he said, a smile in his voice. You laughed and went down a few doors to almost the other end, the man right on your heels while you got your door open. “Where you want it?”

“Anywhere is fine,” you said, hearing him set it down as you spun around. “Thanks for...”

“No problem, neighbor,” he said with a smile. He looked around and nodded to himself. “Glad to see the one bedroom places are nice too. You got better curtains than me, that’s for sure.”

“You’re uh,” you said, blinking a few times.

“Oh, I’m Jensen,” he said, reaching over to shake your hand. “I’m up on the 14th floor, 1404 if you ever want to drop by. The building’s gym is on your level so that’s why I was down here on sixth. You won’t have to stink up the elevator like me lucky...and I’m stinking up your brand new apartment aren’t I? Sorry.”

“This is awkward,” you said, his head cocking adorably at you. “You’re on Supernatural, right?”

“Do you watch it?” he asked carefully, that smile still there.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” you asked, his face already a dead give away.

“My new neighbor that’s a fan?” he asked, looking you up and down.

“I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m pretty sure you uh, know my brother.”

“Who’s your brother?” he asked, pursing his lips. 

“Hey shrimp, I got the last bag...” you heard come through your door, Jensen spinning around. “Hey dude.”

“Jared...” said Jensen, looking back and forth between the two of you. “Is...is this your sister? The little one?”

“Shrimp? Yeah, she made a career change apparently. She just moved up last night. The little bird had to leave our parents nest at some point,” he teased.

“Hey, I had loans and mom and dad were totally cool with me staying home a few years after college. They barely let me leave,” you said.

“A few years? It’s a good thing your degree isn’t in math,” said Jared.

“At least I went to college,” you said, Jared sticking his tongue out at you.

“Yes, Jensen, this is my kid sister-”

“I am not that much younger than you, Jare,” you said.

“She has a new writing job. She’s been at it awhile now but finally moved up here to make it easier,” he said. “I think she just missed her big brother.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I had the impression you were...” Jensen said, your eyes focusing in on Jared, full on scowl ready to go. “An actual kid from the way Jared talks about you.”

“She is a kid!” said Jared.

“Just because people are shorter than you, Groot, doesn’t mean that we’re all kids,” you said. Jensen snorted and smiled, hiding it away quickly when he caught Jared’s face. “He thought it was funny.”

“And you’re the annoying little sister in this equation,” said Jared with a grin. “We got this from here, Jackles.”

“Well, uh, like I said, welcome to the neighborhood,” said Jensen with a wave, backing out with a smile.

“Really Jared? Could you try to not make me seem like an ass in front of your friends? I don’t know anyone in this city apart from you and Gen and she’s not even here half the time,” you said.

“I will cut down the teasing until you get your feet under you shrimp,” said Jared, putting his hands on your shoulders. “How’s two days sound?”

“Jared,” you growled, earning a head ruffle.

“I’m kidding. I’ll back off. Don’t worry, Jensen’s going to be a good friend of yours too, I can tell,” said Jared. “Now let’s get you finished unpacking so we can have pizza and beer.”

You were finally getting into bed when a knock came at your door. You trudged over, expecting Jared but seeing a different face through the peephole instead.

“Hey,” you said, giving Jensen a smile. “What’s up?”

“I uh, had leftover sphagehtti,” he said, handing over a big tupperware container. “I always make too much. I figured you were going to get sick of pizza and leftover pizza pretty fast.”

“Actually, that’s pretty accurate. Thanks so much,” you said.

“No problem. Have a good first day at work tomorrow. Or I guess good first physical day at work since you already work there. Night,” he said quickly, walking down the hall towards the elevators before you could respond.

“Night.”

“Cool,” you said, walking around the bunker set for the first time and popping out of a hall that led out to the rest of the studio.

“What are you doing here, shrimp? Get back to your cubicle,” teased Jared when you saw him walking by.

“Glad to see the teasing thing stopped,” you said, punching him in the arm. “Just checking it all out.”

“Y/N, you quit your job already?” asked Jensen, coming over from talking to a few people standing around a camera. “Come over for a drink later if it was that bad.”

“Jensen, Y/N is actually at work,” said Jared, giving him a smirk. “She is the new writer they brought on this year.”

“Wait...you’re the hot shot? I thought it was some super scary dude from the way everyone talks about it,” said Jensen.

“Nope. I mean, I’m going to do awful, terrible things to your characters but I’m super nice in real life,” you said. “I hope.”

“Lovely,” said Jensen. “Can you write an episode where Dean just sleeps in bed the whole day? Or better yet, just don’t put Dean in the episode and give me a week off?”

“I’ve got some interesting ideas I’d like to try this year. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun,” you said.

“I hope so,” said Jensen, spinning away with a smile. “Come over for that drink anyways later.”

“Will do,” you said, watching him walk away.

“Don’t,” said Jared when he was out of earshot.

“Don’t what?” you asked. “I’m just being nice.”

“Keep it that way,” said Jared. “His girlfriend broke up with him like two months ago after she was screwing around with some other guy. I love him to death but he does not need a relationship right now. He’s just getting put back together.”

“I almost forgot,” you said walking away, his hand catching your shoulder. “You still don’t like me.”

“You’re my sister, of course I like you,” he said. 

“No, I’m the accident kid sister that for whatever reason, you didn’t like having around ever because you weren’t the baby anymore. Don’t worry, I won’t hang out with you or your friends, big brother. I know you care a hell of a lot more about your fake sibling than your actual one,” you said. 

“Why do you get like that?” asked Jared, doing his best to keep his grimace off his face. “I didn’t say anything like that ever.”

“Yeah, you did. The internet’s a thing Jare and I don’t have to be around for me to know how you feel,” you said.

“You’re not...that was a joke, Y/N and you know it,” said Jared, recalling that interview.

“Funny because it sure didn’t feel like one. Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours,” you said, leaving as fast as possible. Unfortunately that meant walking straight into Jensen outside, his coffee spilling on your shirt.

“Shit, you okay? Sorry about that,” said Jensen, even if it was completely your fault. He used his sleeve to try and wipe you down, offering an apologetic smile. “You and Jared must be excited to work together, huh?”

“Sorry but I’m actually late for a meeting,” you said, Jensen seeing the brush off easily but not taking any offense.

“Sorry about the coffee again,” he said. 

“Yeah,” you said, wondering why you ever bothered moving up here in the first place.

It was after eight when you knocked on Jensen’s door that night, a smile appearing when you saw him relaxed in a pair of sweats and tee. 

“Hey! I wasn’t sure you’d want to hang out. You seemed like you were having a rough day earlier,” he said.

“I was but you know big brothers...they can be assholes,” you said, Jensen nodding.

“True. You want to tell me about it over that drink?” he asked.

“How about we just drink instead and forget about work. I’d much rather find out about what makes Jensen Ackles tick,” you said, stepping inside his much nicer apartment, immediately gushing over it.

“Is us hanging out what you and Jared got pissed at each other about? He was grumpy all afternoon,” said Jensen.

“Do you not want to hang out with me anymore?” you asked, fully expecting him to put the pieces together that Jared didn’t want you around and have him boot you out the second he did.

“Jared’s a big boy and you’re not a kid. If we want to be friends, he’ll just have to learn to live with that,” said Jensen. Your shock must have shown because he started to laugh, waving you to follow him into his kitchen. “What, I like making new friends.”

“I’m your best friend’s annoying little sister,” you said, Jensen tilting his head.

“You’re Y/N and I’m Jensen and you’re a Padalecki. Now that’s great but my relationship with Jared has absolutely nothing to do with the one I’m going to have with you,” said Jensen, moving around his kitchen, pouring a small amount of whiskey in a glass, then a little more when you moved your fingers apart. “I already like a girl who can drink.”

“Jared said-”

“No talking about Jared tonight. I want to find out what makes you tick,” he said, pouring his own glass, taking a short sip. “Deal?”

“Alright, you got a deal, Ackles.”

“...Okay, we have got to go there this weekend. They have the best Italian food in the city. I swear on my life,” said Jensen, holding a hand over his heart.

“I thought we were going to the steakhouse this weekend. And the sushi place. And this amazing canyon with a bridge and-”

“We got a lot of weekend plans,” said Jensen with a laugh, your own giggle cut short when you heard Jensen’s phone going off. “Who is calling me this late?”

“Uh, Jensen,” you said, pulling out your own phone, checking the time. “It’s...”

“It’s seven. In the morning,” he said, answering the phone. “Hey Cliffy...Yup, sorry, running late this morning...be down in five minutes...yup, no problemo.”

“Jensen...we stayed up all night,” you said, Jensen shrugging. “I’m so sorry, you’re going to be exhausted.”

“You too. We’ll make a Starbucks run,” he said, standing up with a big stretch. “Come on, up up up, we got to get a move on before Cliffy gets pissy.”

“Cliffy gets pissy?” you asked. “I’ll be sure to tell him that.”

“Please don’t. I’d prefer not to be murdered this morning,” said Jensen, walking down a short hall and into a room, back a moment later with a backpack on and a toothbrush going in his mouth. He washed it out in his sink and set it down, turning around with a smile. “I’m all set.”

“I kind of don’t have to be at work until eight,” you said, Jensen pulling you to your feet. “I don’t really think I’m supposed to be getting rides to work either. That’s only for you guys.”

“When it’s five, do you really want to be driving home after not sleeping all night?” he asked.

“Not particularly,” you said, his head nodding. “I need to get ready though and you’re already late and-”

“And no buts except to get yours in gear,” said Jensen, flipping off a light, one of his hands on your back leading you out. “Let’s move it, Padalecki.”

“Give me fifteen minutes,” you said, Jensen waiting in the front hall of your apartment as you moved around quickly, thankful jeans and tees were perfectly acceptable wear for work.

“Did it in twelve,” he said with a smirk. “Not bad.”

“Let’s get going,” you said, locking up and heading down and outside your building, piling into the back of the car out front.

“Morning Cliffy, we are in some serious need of coffee,” said Jensen, closing the passenger door. “You don’t mind dropping Y/N back off at five when she’s done with work, do you?”

“Nope,” he said, glancing back at you. “You Jared’s sister?”

“Yes?” you answered, Cliff turning back around. “Is that okay?”

“He was not in a good mood when I dropped him off earlier,” he said. “Muttered something about a sister but kept it to himself.”

“Sounds like him,” you said, your good mood wiped away until Jensen turned around in his seat and gave you a smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just I hope you have a better day today,” said Jensen. 

“Me too Jay,” you said with a sigh, the car pulling away and down the street.

“Want to come over for dinner?” Jensen asked.

“Sure,” you said. “I’m probably just going to eat and go straight to bed later if I’m being honest.”

“Me too but you’ll have something to look forward to in case things don’t go your way today,” he said, spinning back in his seat, letting out a big yawn.

“Thanks, Jay,” you said, reaching forward and messing up his already messy hair.

“What are friends for?”

A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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[rosemanei]

Tagged by: @gods-little-punk !!!! Woah!!!??? Yay!! This totally brightened my day!!

I’ve actually only been tagged by one other person before…?? This is pretty exciting hehe :D

Rules: answer 20 questions, and tag 20 people you want to get to know better!

1) Name: … I’ve been trying to keep my real name off of here for the time being (not totally comfortable yet with putting it out here), but feel free to call me Rose!!! (If you really want to know, just send me a dm and let’s be friends!)

2) nickname(s): Rose :D and Lulu, but only one person is really allowed to use that one 😆😅 and nope, my real name has nothing to do with Lulu 😅

3) hieght: 5’4”

4) orientation: straight 😁

5) Nationality: ‘MURICA! FREEDOM! HECK YEAH

6) favorite fruit: ooh! Honestly all! Except mango and idk about kiwi (mom is mega allergic so I try to keep it as far away as possible ya know)

7) favorite season: !!!! FALL!!! Mostly depends on my mood, but fall is always the default

8) favorite flower: !!! AHH!!! They’re all so beautiful!!!! Honestly I kind of love iris’ and roses but also totally love tree blossoms for fruit/nuts because you only get to see them for a short while and then you FEAST and it’s great

9) fave scent: woah!!! Interesting question!!! I love natural smells! Like fruit and the ocean and horses and sweat (ewwww) (after hard work! Cause then it’s like “I stink! It means I did stuff!!!” And juice and homemade meals and fancy perfume and flowerssss!!! And root beer! And cinnamon!! And clean sheets/sweaters! Some shampoos/conditioners too! As well as some lotions!! The world is just full of amazing smells!!!

10) fave color: pink!!! And blue!!! Then comes all the other bright/cheery colors :D (don’t worry! Still have lots of love for the more monotone ones!!!😃😆😁)

11) animal: I LOVE BEARS???!!!! SO MUCH!!! UGH AND HORSES ARE JUST SO FLIPPING COOL!!! Also: not a favorite but check out Eurasian owleagles!!! They’re so cool!! And huge!! Oh! And reindeer are super beautiful!!!

12) coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: uuhhhhh :o what kind of question IS this!! They’re all pretty awesome :D

13) average hours of sleep: it is a privilege, not a necessity *-*

14) dog or cat: probably… dog..??? But then I see cats and they’re so soft and chill and awwww but wait dogs I CHOOSE CUTE PETS THAT LOVE AND ADORE YOU!!!

15) fave fictional character: is… is this a serious question…????? I find this funny because someone on tumblr is really asking this (good question though, but it’s kind of all of the ones I like and it depends on my mood and what series and the direction the wind is blowing and the number of stars visible in the night sky and

16)number of blankets you sleep with: kind of an odd question, but currently… 4 ½ I think???? It’s cold

17) dream trip: everywhere. God created such a wonderful earth. I wanna see it all. Except going into the ocean. I can’t. Too scary. I would probably cry myself to death. No joke.

18) when did you create your blog: ooh! Haha! Good question!! 2015…? 2016…? I think 2015, closer to the end of the year possibly…?

19) number of followers: hahahahagatjdsgjfdkhfdhjjtds 15-20 If you get rid of bots

20) random fact: okay. so Carrie Nation was a little old lady who, during the prohibition era, would travel across her state (I wanna say Kansas? Or maybe Oklahoma?) and find speak easies, go in with a hatchet in one hand and a Bible in the other, and be singing hymns and swinging her hatchet, destroying the bars and alcohol. But since she was a lil’ old lady the people would just put her on a train to the next town where she would just do it all over again. Also FDR got polio at the age of 39. Also exclamation marks are!!! FANTASTIC!!! And GOD LOVES YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH. ACTUALLY IT’S JUST INCOMPREHENSIBLE HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU

Tagging: @apticho :D awesome artist @surreal–memes void yes void @respectfulmemes honestly good wholesome sweet things!!! @fdevitart she’s really cool!!!!!!!!! It’s v late here, so if I remember I’ll tag more people in the morning! Or just go ahead and say you’ve been tagged by me 😁😁 it’s all cool!!