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YES MORE THINGS TO SHIP THIS IS BRILLIANT
I ship Audio with Photo
ehehehe let the shipping wars begin
What is wrong with you? Audio Photo is gross.
Audio Text is canon! OTP.I ship Quote and Audio.
I ship Text Photo and Quote Audio
Chat/Audio OTP
Video and Chat
quick someone give me text photo fanfiction
It started with the two slamming into each other.
“What the hell?!”
“Watch where you’re going!”
Then their eyes met, and the anger increased tenfold. Photo sneered.
“Oh it’s you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Text clutched his books close to his chest and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one finger. His brow furrowed.
“Nothing, shoulda known you’d be throwin’ yourself at me sooner or later,” Photo stuck both hands into his pockets and gave a shrug to adjust his backpack.
“Throwing myself at you?” Text squinted.
“Yeah. I’ve seen how you look at me in class, you know. Ya didn’t think I noticed, didja? Didn’t know you’d actually ever find the courage to do somethin’, though. ‘N makin’ it look like an accident? Bumping into me in the library? Really? How very original ‘n charming,” he poked the books wrapped tightly around Text’s arms and gave them a push.
Text swayed a little from the nudge and pursed his lip.
“You know for a guy that’s all…” he gave a wave of his hand, motioning to all of Photo, “style and no substance, you sure do talk a lot.”
“A picture’s worth a thousand words,” Photo gave a sly grin- cutting in.
“And I’m not flirting with you. What makes you think I like you?”
These words made Photo’s head jerk back in surprise. Nobody had ever not liked him.
“Chat said th-“
“Everybody knows Chat talks a lot of nonsense,” Text said a-matter-of-factly, and pushed his glasses up again, “And I’m late for the lecture, so if you don’t mind-“
“Wait,” Photo grabbed Text’s shoulder, pulling him closer.
“What?” Text gave an exasperated sigh.
“What’s wrong with me?”
“What?“
“I mean what, ya don’t find me attractive?”
Text’s mouth curled inward, suddenly he felt hot.
“W-well.. uh.”
“C’mon.”
“I don’t know. I guess you’re.. okay. But I-“
Photo clasped his hands together, a broadening smile on his face. He beamed at Text, bouncing a little in place.
“I knew it!”
Text’s eyes widened. He suddenly felt even hotter. He almost dropped his books.
“Wait- that… that doesn’t mean-“
And suddenly, there they were, in the library, between sections B and C of The Ethics of Scrolling and The Mysteries of the Missing E, when Photo drew in close, pressing his lips firmly against Text’s. It lasted all of about five seconds, enough to leave a dumb-struck Text standing stiffly with books between their chests and the heat he felt to escalate. His heart drummed loudly in his ears and he could swear his legs started to buckle a little. Photo drew back, still smiling, slapped his hands on Text’s shoulders again and gave them a squeeze.
“I’ll see you in class,” he said, grinning, and he was gone.
He left Text feeling jittery, aflutter, dreamy eyed and confused.
If a picture was worth a thousand worths then he would surely never stop writing.LOL SORRY I TRIED.SCREAMS
you know this website is going up in flames when we start shipping icons together
(via zombiekillingleague)
Why christmas feels weird and NICE LEGS DAISY DUKES MAKES A MAN GO;
I know why Christmas feels different this year.
Because this kinda was the year of tumblr, wasn’t?
I sorta feel like I made sixty thousand new friends, everyone in the other fandoms, all this people, all of you I feel…like we cried together and laughed together and we share the same intern jokes, with thousands of people.
And all sorts of things happened - that we were aware of.
Youngs killed themselves, someone murdered children, we felt the world spinning, because we were all connected and now there aren’t secrets anywhere else, we know what happens, we know how it works.
I don’t know, I feel like christmas is different this year because the world isn’t the same for me anymore, I discovered good and bad people, I discovered happy and sad and bitter and sour and sweet things, I discovered smart things and DA DA DA DADA DA DA CIRCUS, DA DA DADA DADA AFRO CIRCUS MAKES A MAN GO.
Yah.
It was a good year.
It was also kinda terrible, I suffered a lot but I guess it was worth, getting to the end of it, now with five days for it to end, I think it’s safe to assume it feels weird because we’re different. Not grown ups…but we’re weirder, I guess.
So I got this piece of homework to correct today. The pic is crappy because it’s a cellphone pic, but the assignment was for the student to write a short love note to any loved person/entity/thing.
Dear Tumblr,
I’m grateful for finding you, every day you give me something I can’t describe. It’s such an incredible feeling when I’m in school, I’m always willing to go home so I can have you to myself; all of my sorrows are forgotten when I’m with you. I know I’ll always have you by my side.
Guys, my student wrote Tumblr a love note as her English homework.
I’m so proud.
Oh! i want to download this to my mp3…..
(via beachgnome)
REBLOG IF YOU’RE A FANGIRL.
why are you on tumblr if you aren’t a fangirl
ALL THE NOTES
Oh my god this is so fucking cute.
And I think I love it because they know no one on that train will fuck with them.
Okay my heart is melting. This is really precious.
How funny/cute would it be if they didn’t even know each other but they both had exhausting days and just crashed on the subway. Then when they woke up it would be awkward at first, but then one would make a joke like “You make a great pillow” and the other would laugh and he’d ask if he would want to hang out.
Eventually they date, fall in love, get married, and adopt two kids and when their kids ask how they met they’ll tell them the story of how they fell asleep on each other in a public subway.
headcanon accepted
Only tumblr can make headcanons for two random strangers!
I ship it
OTP Subway Strangers!!!!!!
oh my god, I ship it so hard. otp: subway strangers.
John felt a stirring beside him, and subconsciously snuggled closer to the warm body. Soft, short hair tickled his cheek; there was a firm but gentle weight on his shoulder that made him lopsided.
Where am I?
He slowly blinked his eyes open. The steady sway of the subway train, the people sitting around him, minding their own business, it all came rushing back. He had been on his way to his apartment, fully prepared to spend the evening relaxing by himself. He must have nodded off.
The stirring at his side began again, and he jumped a little in surprise. A young man – a very handsome young man, his brain supplied – slowly sat up from where his head had been resting on John’s shoulder. The other man rubbed his eyes, yawned, gazed around the train sleepily. Finally, his eyes – beautiful, green eyes – came to rest on John, and they immediately widened.
“Do- Sorry, do I know you?” John asked.
“N-No, I don’t think so,” the younger man stuttered, looking completely panicked. “I- Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I totally didn’t mean to- I was just so tired- I swear I’m not some creeper or anything.”
John couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Hey, it’s alright. I did the same to you.”
There was a thoroughly awkward silence between them, during which they pointedly avoided eye contact. Finally, the other man spoke. “You, um, you make a really good pillow.”
John raised an eyebrow, and both of them blushed.
“Can I- What’s your name?” he asked on a whim.
“Luke. Lucas Wheaton. And yours?”
“John Levine.”
“Nice to meet you, John.” They shook hands, laughing at the odd form of meeting. “Where you headed?”
John checked the subway map and quickly realized that he had slept long passed his stop. “I- Well, I was headed home, but I missed my stop. So I suppose…I don’t know.” He glanced sideways at Luke and added, a little shyly, “What about yourself?”
“Same,” Luke chuckled.
There was another pause – shorter, and slightly less awkward. Then John took a dare and asked, “Do you maybe want to grab a bite to eat? If we get off at the next stop I know this great little Italian restaurant…”
Luke grinned, and it was absolutely stunning. “I’d love to, actually, yeah.”
“Really?” John couldn’t help but ask.
“Really,” Luke smiled.
..tumblr, why
