Only reblogging because I’m a greedy bitch who wants money.
Hey doesn’t hurt to reblog ya knoww and if money is involved….
My mom’s paycheck arrives in 4d days, THIS SHIT WORKKSS
chinese feng shui knows about tumblr ?
OMG I didnt notice until today.I reblogged this and got 10 dollars :D
got to pay for stuff somehow so why not.
haha I got money today!!!
Show me the moneyyyy!
MONEY MONEY MONEYYYYYY!
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
So last time I reblogged this I met Tom Hiddleston within the month…
It was a regular day, just like any other day. Quiet, calm. The kind of quiet and calm that would be boring if she wasn’t with him. They spent a lot of their days like this. Blankets, food, movies, her head resting in his lap. They weren’t dating, they weren’t together. There was nothing like that. It just felt comfortable. He was a friend, a best friend that she could be perfectly at ease with. She didn’t like to be touched, to cuddle, to even hug people, but with him it was natural. He was the only one she could feel safe with, without any implications, without any worry of extra feelings. They could laugh, joke, be sarcastic. She could speak English with him, without stumbling over her words, trying to think of the Korean word for something that she couldn’t pronounce even in her native language. Sometimes she would ruffle his hair and strike a dramatic pose, and yell “God bless America”, and he would laugh. Even when she was sure he was sick of it, even when she knew she wasn’t even being funny. Until she became friends with him, the only one who laughed at her jokes was herself. Not that her friends weren’t good friends, they were amazing… they were just… Korean. They couldn’t quite grasp the sarcasm and wit that came with the English language, just as she couldn’t catch the word games and strange humour of the Korean language. She could recall when she first moved to Seoul with her old best friend. She was overwhelmed, confused and scared. Her friend never seemed to notice how scared she actually was, too busy in her own world, making friends, being confident. She tried, she really did try to be confident and go forward, but she couldn’t. She was being left behind and she couldn’t catch up, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much effort she put into life everyday. And so they drifted. They would go days, even weeks without speaking, despite sharing the same room, despite paying the same rent. She never knew where her friend went, but she was never home. When she was home, she would sleep, or lock herself in the spare room for privacy, not exchanging a single word. There were no “How are yous” or “how was your day??” just a nod and maybe a smile. This was the routine for a good half a year. Silent roommates, no communication. She grew weary, sad and lonely. She couldn’t make friends, not even with her students.
Eventually however, things got too much, and she snapped. It happened on a Thursday night, she could remember it like it had happened this morning. She would close her eyes and sigh, the memories flooding back. But she didn’t think of it much anymore, everything was better now. She had felt it coming, sensed it sneaking up on her, like a storm sneaks up on an unknowing hiker. She tried not to, she didn’t want to cause problems, to make anything worse than it was. But she couldn’t handle it anymore. The stress, the loneliness, the frustration, it was all just a giant waste of time. So she snapped. When her friend came home, at 3 in the morning, intoxicated, tired and not saying a word, she snapped. She screamed, she even threw things. And the worst thing was, her friend still didn’t say anything. She said words, she spoke, quietly, calmly, without a single note of caring in her voice. But her friend didn’t say anything she wanted to hear. And so she screamed more, and she grabbed all of her friends things and she threw them. She could pay the rent herself, she could live by herself, there wouldn’t be any difference. Just leave, just get out and never fucking come back. A hand, her own hand flew to her mouth as soon as these words left her mouth, and the tears almost came, but not quite. She didn’t cry, and she didn’t move. She just watched. Her friend quietly picked up her things, and walked away. She didn’t argue, she didn’t try, she just walked away. And so she watched six years of friendship walk away from her. And she didn’t even feel sad. But she felt lonely, even lonelier than ever, realizing that now there wasn’t even a presence in her home, just her.
“Hey, wake up”
Definitely a voice, interrupting her painful dream. She was awake.
Her eyes felt heavy, like she couldn’t open them.
“Are you okay? You were crying in your sleep”
Her eyes flicked open almost immediately. She stared at the face hovering above her, senses still muddled. A boy with a square jaw, and innocent sparkling eyes was giving a worried look.
“I was what?”
The boy must have noticed her confusion, because he pulled her up and into his lap, patting the top of her head awkwardly, as if she was a puppy. She cocked an eyebrow at that, silently judging his actions. He let out a nervous almost giggle and she sighed.
“Stop being so awkward I probably just had a bad dream about bugs or something” and she grinned open mouthed and adorable. When her eyes met his, the boy got a strange jolt in his stomach, something he had never quite experienced before, and it was his turn to have a look of confusion. People shouldn’t experience weird stomach feelings while hanging out with their bestfriend. They weren’t doing anything out of the ordinary, and nothing about today was different. But it felt different. The air was heavier, and he felt nervous. This was a completely new thing to him, he’d never once been nervous around her, so why should he now?
Something hit the boy in the nose and he jolted in surprise.
He blinked confused and looked at the girl in front of him.
“those are fighting words”
The boy tilted his head to the side and grinned threateningly as he said that, or at least, as threatening as a boy like him could look, which is really, not a whole lot.
The boy let out a shriek as the girl poked him in the ribs playfully, hitting his most ticklish spot. His eyes narrowed and he lunged immediately, mind set on revenge. She dodged him easily, landing on the floor with a loud thud. The boy peeked over the side of the dark brown sofa to make sure she hadn’t sustained any life threatening injuries and rolled over to land on top of her. His legs straddled her and he pinned her arms down, his smile mischievous. Their eyes met, and he found himself pausing. He wasn’t exactly sure what caused him to stop; maybe it was just that the glint in her eyes seemed different today. Or maybe he was just seeing it differently. Something about the way she glared back at him seemed exhilarating. She was fighting back against the two hands that had her pinned down, fighting a battle she couldn’t win. She huffed her bangs out of her eyes and licked her lips with determination, and the boy found himself pausing again, staring. It wasn’t that she never acted that way, or did anything like that in the past, it’s just, he never noticed until now. Reality snapped back in the form of the girl thrashing wildly in an attempt to break free, throwing him off guard. He flew backwards before tripping forwards and landing awkwardly on top of her.
“I can’t breathe you motherfucker”
The boy didn’t move, instead he just shifted, resting his head on her collarbone, listening to the faint sounds of a heart at work. The girl made a frustrated noise and bopped him on the head lightly with a closed fist.
“Oh c’mon I can’t have been that tiring, where did all your stamina went. You’re seriously crushing me; I’m actually going to die.”
Ignoring her string of angry sentences, the boy lifted his head up and studied her face. Impulse had taken over, and he wasn’t completely sure on what told his body what to do, but he found himself moving closer and closer to her face.
“Are you going to-“
The girl’s sentence stopped midway as she realized the closeness of their faces. She looked wide eyed, up at the boy who’s nose was now almost brushing hers, and nervously laughed. She couldn’t recall a time where he’d ever acted this way, and it made her slightly uneasy.
She was cut off by a pair of soft lips meeting her own. Her mind started to panic, her entire body stiffening and freezing up, confusion sinking in. The boy was kissing her, something she never dreamed of him ever doing, initiating something she’d never thought of before, in terms of them. He was her best friend, her comfort, her other half.
Sensing her lack of response, the boy quickly pulled away, trying to push himself off of her, licking his lips, with shallow breaths full of uncertainty. He started to sit up when he felt arms roughly grab the back of neck and pull him back down, into a proper kiss, one that made his stomach tighten and his heart beat faster, in a way he never thought it would. The girl broke the kiss, and tilted her head to the side, smirking. She wriggled out from underneath him, and jumped up, full of energy, attitude suggesting that nothing had happened in the past few minutes besides an innocent tickle fight.
“Don’t tell me you’re stopping there?”
The boy sounded disappointed, but his smirk gave away his teasing.
"Of course not" The girl responded, landing lightly on his lap, legs straddling his waist, causing his breath to hitch the tiniest bit.
"What are best friends for?"
Fin fin omg it’s over
It’s awful. I am so sosososos sorry.
bitches love Alan Ashby
He had the munchies lol
REMEMBER WHEN ALAN ASHBY REBLOGGED THIS FROM ME WOW I MISS WHEN HE WOUDL TWEET ME ALL THE TIME WHY AM I NOT 16 ANYMORE
OH MY FUCKING GOD
this is sooooo sick oh my god!!!
I JUST SPENT LIKE AN 1 HOUR OF MY LIFE ON THIS, GENIUS
this is legit so sick.
this is AMAZING
EVERYONE DO IT aaaaaaaaa
3, 18, and 23 are probably my favourites.
this is so cool lol
This might be the greatest post ever made
look what i found omg