When Will Dan And Phil Make A Full Length Youtube Video With Thomas Sanders

lil’ things

-waking up and feeling energized and motivated.

-hearing music so beautiful you get goosebumps.

-being called ‘baby’ by an elderly black woman you don’t know.

-when a doggo pulls on its owner’s leash because it wants to meet you and say hi.

-when your favorite artist/youtuber/actor/actress come out with a new album/song/video/movie/tv show.

-when it’s just a gloomy day out with a lil sprinkle of rain.

-curling up with a good book.

-taking time to take care of yourself.

-running your hands over something that has a texture you like.

-being able to calm down and relax.

-realizing you’re in love.

-being in a loving, caring relationship that isn’t toxic and is honest through and through.

-becoming emotionally attached to a character or person. Their achievements and failures become yours too.

-little houseplants here and there.

-hearing the voice of someone you love and trust and recognize.

-being held.

-nose kisses.

-comfy clothes.

-messy hair.

-when you think your Netflix subscription expired, but it didn’t.

LADIES IN FLORIDA PLS

👭 NEW GIRLS WHO LIKE GIRLS TRAIN 👭

If you’re a girl who likes girls reblog this so I can follow you! I want to make new friends! Also follow each other and make friends!🤗

brendon blurbs!! (some are nsfw!) ••••• a/n: these are just random things i though of. i’m sitting bored in class so why not. ••••• -bren giving you little kisses when you go anywhere (literally is it’s the grocery store or taking the dogs for a walk.) and he says it’s bc he will “miss you” -going on tour with him and after a show cuddling in his bunk and watching friends -in the summer swimming in the pool and him yelling “CANNONBALL” and splashing you and the dogs -for your 1 year anniversary he would take you out somewhere kinda nice and treat you like a fucking princess. -when you get home he picks you up (bridal style obviously.) and throws you on the bed -wait can we talk ab that boys LIPS THOUGH?? OOOH -tbh he would so go down on you for like an hour. and he loves every second of it -like you would come 3 times and he would finally be satisfied -anywaysss uhhh, yeah -you guys counting to see who curses more in a day just for fun -uhhh, sex would be amazing obviously. -like him being really slow and passionate then also being really rough. -ok i’m done, bye!!

Come get this dick-fil-a

when will dan and phil make a full length youtube video with thomas sanders

THIS IS SO GOOD BUT IM CRYING

Sad headcanon: les doesn’t survive to adulthood

um this is rude how dare you (here have another fic no one asked for) ((I did minimal research and didn’t want to put Les in a sanitarium soooooo))

Les is sick. Davey doesn’t like to talk about it.

Jack remembers the day they found out. It was cold outside. Not quite winter. Les had a cold. That’s what Davey said.

Les had a cold. He had been sneezing and sniffling all day. Jack told Davey not to worry.

They were walking through Central Park, taking in the beauty of the falling leaves.

Les coughed. The first of many. He doubled over. His small frame shook. Davey grabbed him by the shoulders, held him until he stopped.

There was blood on Les’ lips, blood on the leaves by his feet.

Davey hugged Les a little tighter, looked at Jack.

Jack couldn’t think of anything to say.

There was a newsie a few years before. Her name was Rose. They called her that because of the bright red color of her lips. They were always so red.

She coughed a lot, too.

Les is sick. Much sicker than a simple cold. He doesn’t come out to sell as often these days.

Davey tries to sell enough for both of them. It’s hard. Jack keeps less and less of his share of the money. 

Les needs a doctor, Davey says. They can’t afford a doctor.

Weeks pass. Les doesn’t come out at all anymore. Jack knows the way to the Jacobs’ house like the back of his hand. He sits beside Les’ bed with Davey. 

Davey says that his mother cries so often these days.

Les is sick. He has a fever more often than not. The coughing is worse, so much worse. But Les still smiles. He asks Jack every day about the others. They miss Les.

A month passes. Les is paler now. Thinner. Jack brings him sweets sometimes from the corner store, but he rarely eats them. Davey tells him stories, and Jack draws him pictures.

Les still smiles, but it’s forced. He’s tired.

Davey doesn’t smile at all anymore.

Another month. There is snow on the ground. There is no heat in the apartment. Jack brings another blanket from the lodging house. It’s a quilt covered in patchwork squares. Buttons made it for Les. It doesn’t do much for his violent shivering.

Les is sick. He’s so thin, Jack can count every single one of his ribs. He coughs all the time, and Davey wipes the blood from his lips with a stained handkerchief. Les sleeps a lot. Last time Jack visited, he didn’t wake up.

Davey’s parents are by Les’ side almost constantly. Sarah is not; Davey mentions to Jack that she hasn’t stopped crying in days.

It happens a few days later. Jack brings a piece of candy for Les, hoping against hope that maybe he’ll want it. Davey meets him at the door. His face is red, his eyes puffy.

Jack realizes that this is the first time he has seen Davey cry since Les got sick. All he can do is pull Davey into a hug. They stand like that for ages.

Jack tells the others. For once in its existence, the lodging house is silent.

A week passes. Davey comes to the circulation gate one morning. He’s there to sell papers. He doesn’t smile.

Every day, Jack looks for Les in the crowd of newsies. He longs to see his smile.

He never finds him.

PLEASE TELL ME HOW I CAN GET INTO THE MATHLETES

Ok.

So…I think I wont to join the mathleets. @x-is-supreme @marwanthemathlete @spinninonthestereo @coldhardcady @mrs-norbury idk who els is on it

- thay hang out

- thay hav partys

- thay go to the mol

- thay will be my frends

Ok? Just dont tell Gina. @apex-predator-regina Or Gretch. @gretch-is-fetch88 Or Janis @janisianspacedyke Or Damien @damianisqueerandhere Becuz thay don’t like them.

👫👭👯‍♀️👯‍♂️👋🏻💋😋🎛👠🦆🌿✨

if anyone ever tells you that english isn’t ridiculous remember that the reason why we have a silent b in debt is because a group of guys got together to standardise english spelling and got to the word debt, which at the time was primarily spelled either ‘dett’ or ‘det’. so they basically went:

‘everyone speaks latin, right? so let’s put a silent b in debt. like debitum, which is latin for debt. problem solved.’

also the reason why there is a h in ghost is because when the printing press first came to england the only people trained to operate it were flemmish speaking, and they put a h after g because that’s what you do in flemmish. they put shit like ghirl and ghoose, but the only reason why ghost stuck is because people saw ‘the holy ghost’ in the bible and were like ‘well, that MUST be right’.

so yeah english is a really stupid language with some of the most ridiculous spelling

5,000 notes and ill wear this to interactive introverts xx

people who sleep with one pillow make me sick