he’s so effortlessly funny pls— 😭💀
Mile and Apo share one braincell and Apo had it that day 😭💀
he’s so effortlessly funny pls— 😭💀
Mile and Apo share one braincell and Apo had it that day 😭💀
if your homie doesn’t want to raise a female cat with you, are they really your homie? 🥺😭
I’m so in love with them and their goddamn bond, it’s not funny anymore pls someone make them stop 😭💀
Tan : what’s your biggest fear?
Bunn : I threw a boomerang a year ago, and it never came back so I live in constant fear
Tang Yi : in this relationship, I am the sun and you are the moon
Shao Fei : well obviously, you light up my world
Tang Yi : yeah and I’m also the hot one
love of my life, light of my life 🥺
pre-serum Steve : I don’t need a lighter to burn things down
pre-serum Steve : all I need are these two hands and a lack of responsible supervision
Bucky : *distant screaming in the background*
today, I offer these pictures of;
a) Mile and Apo hugging…
b) Apo kissing Mile’s shoulder
c) Apo gently caressing Mile’s cheek
and d) them hugging again
and subsequently ruining my life
tomorrow, I’ll offer more pictures of Mile and Apo because they’re like 85.45% of my gallery right now :)
I just find it really
fucking adorable funny how it’s like;
Mile: *minding his own business, just existing*
Apo: …touch? may I touch? I’ll touch wherever I want, however long I want!
Mile: okay! :)
like…? excuse me? y'all just take your precious friendship and your endearing bond and gtfo of here 😭
Sib: *kisses Gene and caresses his cheek lovingly*
Gene: what is this?
Gene: that’s disgusting.
Gene: please do it again.
Tan: You’ve got to be more careful!
Bunn, who was dragged into Tan’s issues: Careful? CAREFUL?! I’LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT—
Mu Ren: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my ego. I’ll wait.
Li Cheng: You and me.
Mu Ren, choking up: oh… nice.
Bunn: I’ve got to ask; are you seeing anyone?
Tan: No, why?
Bunn: Just thinking that a therapist would be good for you.
Bunn: You have issues.
Tan: Aw, you noticed!
Mil: Sometimes, I think Phukong and I should kiss.
Sarawat: And sometimes I think I should do crystal meth. I guess we all have bad ideas.
Gene: I am way too sleep deprived to deal with your positivity right now.
Gene: I have decided that I want to be cremated.
Tum: Planning for when you die?
Gene: No, whenever. Just surprise me.
Pete: Would you slap Kinn for 2 million baht?
Porsche: I would literally roundhouse kick him in the face for free.
Mile: I want to get something off my chest.
Apo: Is it your shirt? Please say it’s your shirt.
Steve: Hey, Buck, could you do me a small favor?
Bucky: babe, I would literally kill for you, but go on.
thinking about how they absolutely, devastatingly ruined Teh in ipytm, like seriously, itsay Teh was willing to break this whole world down into little pieces and give them all to Oh-Aew if he wanted them, and ipytm Teh said, “Oh-Aew? sorry idk her.” and that, ladies and gents, is my villain origin story.
today I am furious about this, and tomorrow I’m probably still going to be very enraged, but I’m also going to be very upset.
when Mahmoud Darwish said, “out of my ignorance, I called you my homeland but I forgot homelands are taken away.” and when Taylor Swift said, “you’re not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?” and when Seja Majeed said, “for years I’ve been searching for a homeland, finally I found it in you.”
I am who I am because of the people I have loved in this life. so much of me is manufactured, and so little of me I was born with. I make ramen the way my aunt taught me to when I was fourteen. I still tie my shoelaces the way my sister used to. every time it rains, I abandon everything else and watch the skies because my mother always did. my sense of humor comes from childhood adventures with my cousins. winter mornings are still reminders of when my sister and I climbed on the roof to watch the sunrise. my smile is a poor copy of my aunt’s. my handwriting is a shadow of the boy I used to exchange notes with in tenth grade. my favorite Chinese food comes from how my aunt used to make it when I was a kid. I still utter a little prayer every time I leave the house because my father always did. my kindness comes from my mother, my anger from my father, my love from my aunts, and my resilience through my sister. I am a living mosaic of all these beautiful souls. so I am not me— not entirely, because each part of me is a little tribute to all the people I have ever loved— even if it was for just a fleeting moment. and I have loved many of them. I am a living, breathing remnant of the love that I have given to others.
when Johann Wolfgang von Goethe said, “It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.” and when Mae West said, “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.” and when Mark Twain said, “Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.” and Oscar Wilde said, “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” and then Robert Frost said, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
the only important question today is; will I ever shut the fuck up about how I much I miss Supernatural, or how much I love DeanCas, or how Sam deserved the whole world, or how Dean did not deserve to die and neither did Cas, or how they deserved to live a happy and long life all together without threats lurking just around the corner, or how Dean and Cas should have been endgame?
and the answer is NO, I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WILL NOT.
Steve sits behind the counter of his flower shop, perusing a product catalogue. He’s finally gotten a moment to breathe after an unusual rush earlier in the day. Not that he’s complaining. He is, however, trying to figure out why so many people needed to say they were sorry. Maybe there was a game on last night he didn’t know about. Who knows? He’s grateful for the business.
He’s just decided on a new kind of ribbon when the bell above the door rings. He looks up to see who’s just come in. The man stops just inside the door and scans the shop, looking lost. Kind of like a puppy. It’s adorable. Steve pushes off the counter and straightens up. Might as well try to impress the guy. He’s kinda hot.
“Can I help you?” he asks.
“Um, yeah,” the man says moving further into the shop. He brushes fingers against some roses as if trying to figure out if they’re what he wants. “I need some flowers.”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place. What’s the occasion?”
“I screwed up. I need to say I’m sorry. Is there a flower for that?”
Steve tries not to look disappointed. The flowers are probably for a significant other. “Hyacinth,” he says. “They’re the ‘I’m sorry’ flower.”
“There really is a flower for that?”
“There is.” Steve smiles his warmest smile at the guy.
“Huh. Okay, well, then. I guess I’ll take some hyacinths.”
Steve heads to the fridge and pulls out several purple, blue, and white stems. He thinks simple is best. He takes the blooms to the counter where he pulls out some ribbon, tying the stems together expertly.
“What got you into trouble?” Steve asks as he pulls the paper out to wrap the bouquet.
“I forgot to pick my sister up from the airport.”
Steve tries not to let his hopefulness shine through too much. “Ouch. JFK or LaGuardia?”
“Okay, yeah. You need these flowers.” Steve finishes wrapping the bouquet and hands it to the guy. “Your sister will love them,” he says.
The man pulls out his card and Steve rings him up. With a swipe of the plastic, the man is on his way back out into the world. Steve didn’t even get his name.
“Oh, hey,” the guy asks, stopping just at the door. “What kind of flowers do I get for a first date?”
“Something simple. Like daisies.”
“Daisies. Thanks.” And the guy is out the door.
He was probably straight anyway, Steve thinks as he watches the man go.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur. A few more walk-in customers, a meeting for a wedding, and a large funeral arrangement take up the rest of Steve’s time. When six o’clock rolls around, Steve is ready for the day to be over. Just as he turns out the light in the back room, the bell over the door sounds again. All right, just one more, he thinks.
“What can I get for you?” he asks without turning around.
“I was hoping I could get you dinner.”
Steve spins and sees Hyacinth Guy standing there. With a bouquet of Montauk daisies in his hand.
“What do you say? A little something over at al di la Trattoria? The patio is open and it’s heated.”
“I say I don’t even know your name.”
“Steve. And yes, I’d love to.”
Bucky steps into the shop, holding the daisies out to Steve. “These are for you.”
“I love them.”
dear God, this is so cute I want this to be tangible so I can hold it close while I cry myself to sleep again tonight because I miss Steve and Bucky.
to this day, I still find it really fucking funny that T*ny stans are always like, “Steve broke up the Avengers because of his selfishness!” and like… that’s not true at all. because literally all the Avengers were chill with each other and still hung out, no one thought Steve was selfish or broke them apart, it’s literally just that absolutely no one wanted to talk to T*ny.
so you’re one of those dumb fucks who just didn’t watch the movie at all, huh? clown shit.
Bucky, entering the common room of the Avengers tower: Hey, don’t go outside.
Steve: What? Why not?
Bucky: Oh, there’s a little bitch outside.
Sam, yelling and banging on the front door: Let me in, fuckers!
Bucky: Look, I have many flaws. But at least heterosexuality isn’t one of them.