Shipping Real People Is Okay, Hating On Their Irl Partners Because It 'it Ruins The Ship' Is Not

Funny Morning Commute Story:

A portly petite lady gets on the train. There’s an empty seat, but the dude next to it has man-spread so there’s little space to actually sit. The lady is undaunted, she says loudly “I think I will have a sit” as a warning and then squeezes herself in. The man does not attempt to reign in his man-spread.

The guy gets off on a next stop, and I’m not really paying attention to them anymore, except I hear the word “man-spread” so I instantly perk-up and look over. And then she says loudly:

“I’m sorry, but if you have such a great need to air out your balls, you need to be checked out for venereal diseases.” 

At some point during that sentence we make eye-contact and I must have a look on my face like I’m five and excited that I just heard a parent swear. Because she laughs, while I grin, because she knows I know what she’s talking about.

And that just made my morning like 10x better.

Reblog if Black Lives Matter to you

Where are those woke white people at!?

Okay so one time in 7th grade at the very end of the year my home room teacher was moving classrooms and our English teacher was moving into the old one so we had a bunch of cardboard boxes left empty and so kids were just hanging out under them like hermit crabs and then we decided to take a picture and everybody got into a cardboard box and I was a pretty tiny kid so after we took the picture I tried to close the box and I FIT PERFECTLY INSIDE so the kids in my class and I thought it would be funny to prank a teacher by taking the box with me in it to a teacher and they told our teacher about it and he just said “Okay, which teacher do you want to go to?” And everybody decided to take me to our English teacher. Her current classroom was on the other side of the school. My home room teacher chose five people to escort me and my box on a spinning office chair down an elevator, across four hallways, and up a flight of stairs to our English room. They were giggling the whole way there and when we got there I hear them tell her the box was for her, she asked what was in it and then she opened the box and we stared at each other for five seconds before I croak out “hi”. She closes the box and I hear muffled yelling. I get out of the box and her home room is staring at me like I just came out of narnia and my classmates are laughing and I just walk away and that is the story of when I became a box.

Fuck this

Kryoz and toby: *staring each other in the eyes*

Fitz: *cracks open a pop can*

Kryoz: we’re having a moment

Fitz: i’m having coke

i’m sorry for not posting im never home >_>

me, reading my completely incoherent essay and deciding its ready to be submitted for 30% of my final grade

PSA

hey guys can we stop normalising intense stalking of people, to find info and pictures. Its kinda creepy going through their private pics and stuff just to kinda like share them with the internet. If you’re going to do it just dont bring it up please? we dont want any of the boys being uncomfortable/ forced into deleting private profiles because some group of fans raided their privacy >.>

I swear ive seen so many ppl bragging please remember these are real people 

thanks guys 

Me getting ready to drop an @everyone in the server at 3 am

me: *taking a test*

my brain: Capri Sun

me: please, focus, I’m literally begging y-

my brain: respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect the pouch! respect it! respect th