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goldengleams · 5 months
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just some things that i think make sense for quinn hughes as a boyfriend!!
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seeks you out for cuddles when you're at home
mans literally craves your hugs when he gets home after a long day
loves to surprise you with homecooked meals when he has the chance
is a little bit oblivious
like he won't notice that you're struggling while carrying the groceries in because he's scrolling on his phone
or he will get out of bed early to go to practice and leave half of your leg exposed to the freezing cold world without realizing
but the second you sigh and groan, "quinnnn" dragging his name out for dramatic effect
he immediately looks up or fixes his mistake and gives you a sheepish grin
oh and smothers you in kisses bc it's quinn duh
will fight to pay for you when you go shopping or get groceries
"quinn i don't need you to do that, i'm serious"
"babe i want to, i'm serious"
"you're spoiling me, q"
"that's the goal, pretty girl"
gets excited to watch your try-on hauls of everything you bought with his card
ok so we know quinn is a monotone king
you definitely make him laugh and bring out his silly side, which makes him feel really comfortable around you
but he also feels good just being with you in a comfortable silence when you're both just enjoying each other's presence
other people know you guys are a good match when they see his dopey smile and heart eyes when he's watching you
enjoys spa nights with you, especially enjoys watching reality tv with you as you wait for your facemasks to be done
is a house hunters fiend
"that house makes no sense, they have two dogs!"
"quinn, it's called tiny house hunters for a reason!"
you know he's busy with extra media and interviews since he's captain now, so you always send him a text wishing him well, not expecting a phone call or facetime
but quinn is quinn, and he will not let you go to bed without letting you hear his voice, even if it's just an audio message
is very good at responding to you, makes long distance pretty easy
even though he can be pretty quiet, you realize that he's talked to his brothers about you when you walk in one day and he's on the phone with jack
you tiptoe in just to hear him continue talking about your upcoming schedule and "no jack, she can't make it to the game, she has to get up early because she's like, really smart and important, and she's presenting in front of the boss, dude"
you've said hi to his brothers on the phone but you don't meet until summer rolls around and he brings you to his lake house for the week
so proud to introduce you to his family
his family meets you and they all have huge smiles on their faces because they already know how much quinn adores you
always bragging about you even though he's literally a professional athlete
gets sick twice a year like clockwork
and will make a big deal about it even though you know he's going to catch the flu once his teammates' kids infect half the team
will aimlessly follow you around the house while you make him soup (his mom's recipe of course)
let's be honest, quinn isn't a stranger to looking a little pathetic (meant lovingly) so this is like peak quinn hughes behavior
favorite season is spring so he loves to try to plant things with you and start a little garden
loves to surprise you with flowers, sometimes even sending them to your work
leaves lil love notes written on the top sheet of random notepads around his house
quinn hughes is a cutie !!!!!!
i was thinking about these so hope you enjoy!! send me more requests if you're cool or whatever 😝
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kingtheghast · 8 months
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dealer: i got this new strain that will zoink your brain off🤯😱🤫😜 this “third life” thing will have you flying 😎😳
me: yeah whatever
5 minutes later: dude i think that shirtless guy just took my pants
my buddy martyn covered in blood: dogwarts has fallen
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crunchysocklover · 10 days
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Cuddling as you kiss all over his face soft little pecks saving his lips for last. As you slowly lean in closer to his lips letting out a soft giggle as you feel his breath hitch. You softly press your lips to his. Pulling away quickly as you hide your face in his chest. He lets out a whine from the quickness of the kiss. You slowly peek up at his glossy eyes and pouty lips as he looks down at you.
“please”
He whispers causing you to pull back in shock a blush creeping up on your cheeks. You look down at his lips and then at his desperate eyes. He knows you won’t make a move so he takes matters into his own hands. Flipping you onto your back you gasp at the sudden movement making him take the chance and kiss you deeply as you both moan into the kiss. He pulls away your head follows trying to stay connected He smiles at your desperation putting a hand on the side of your face you lean into it staring up at him with glossy eyes.
“My beautiful girl,” He says before lifting your chin for another kiss.
VERYYYY Spencer Reid Coded
UGH I WANT A BF SO BAD but I’m scared to text ppl back :((
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justaregularken · 5 months
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Your werewolf boyfriend spooning you while his knot is still inside, tail lazily wagging as he murmurs about how you’re his
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ballpitwitch · 10 months
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Keanu Reeves The House of Suntory presents The Nature and Spirit of Japan
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caminterrupted · 1 month
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he's literally my bf idc idc
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enjaken · 18 days
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ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ ʀᴏʟʟ .. [ ʙꜰ!ʜᴀɴ ᴠᴇʀ ] ✰
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@everyonesleastfavegemini
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nightgoodomens · 9 months
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You know there is a moment where Crowley smiles seeing Aziraphale ordering angels around?
And then Aziraphale gets offered a job to be the Archangel and he takes it to protect Crowley.
You know there is a moment where Crowley orders demons around, snaps at them all, tells them they’re out of order? Walks out to them with zero fear and all the confidence?
And Crowley was also offered a job, to be the Duke of Hell, and now the position is free?
You know Crowley is powerful, clever, knows Hell through and through, he’s very good at taking care of things and that would be the only way to protect Aziraphale… 😈
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Imagine.
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a-sketchy · 3 months
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persona misogyny is so fucking wild. ignoring literally everything else about the entire rest of the games, every single s.link with a female character is like “entirely for having been born a woman i have had to work twice as hard for a fraction of the benefit. even now, i am stripped of my agency in a position i never wanted in the first place” and/or “i’m put on a pedestal by the people in my life because of my looks. men see me as an object to be conquered, women hate me for ‘stealing’ ‘their’ men. if i’m withdrawn i’m a bitch, if i’m friendly i’m easy. because of this, i’m alone” and/or “because of my personality or hobby or lack of cooking skills, i feel like i’m failing at femininity. if being a woman is something i can fail at, then where does that leave me? i’m scared at the loss of my identity and place in society”
like very consistently they present female characters with complex thoughts towards their place in society as women, femininity as a whole, and facing issues stemming from misogyny, and then the payoff is always “my problems were entirely my own fault. i wasn’t strong enough, i was a coward. but now, i’m gonna work hard to be exactly what society expects me to be (which is what i want to be)! i’m gonna do better at femininity (which is still something tangible i can fail at)! i’m going to try hard at making friends (which was my fault for not doing)! all my problems are solved through personal responsibility (that im totally culpable for), effort (which i previously was not putting in), or you, a man! i am Happy and Satisfied with this outcome, can i be Your woman?”
and like hello? why are we here. what the fuck are we doing. why do we keep doing this every single time. can we not do the constant lukewarm attempts at criticizing misogyny so you can jerk off to your own thoughtfulness, while ultimately reinforcing patriarchal systems and brushing off any deeper misogyny-bred issues as a lack of deference to one’s rightful place in society? like maybe don’t do that? for fucking once? just an idea
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johnpricelover2011 · 2 months
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Here's some older boyfriend!Price
I need to get this off my mind and hand this over to you guys while I write Blue Collar!Price <33
Warnings: Fluff, Gender neutral reader, OBF!Price, Mentions of smoking, Non-Canon Price (Veteran most likely)
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☆ John Price who's your older boyfriend <3
☆ John Price who loves you to bits because you're so different from him
☆ John Price who loves cooking for you while you sleep so you have a delicious meal to wake up to
☆ John Price who doesn't smoke around you to keep your lungs all healthy
☆ John Price who's slowly cutting down on his cigars to be better for you. So he's more focused, energetic, and so you don't constantly taste cigars when you kiss him <3
☆ John Price who loves showering or bathing with you. Not even sexual, just loves spending time with you, washing you up and helping you both distress from your day
☆ John Price who loves when you fall asleep before him, it gives him comfort knowing you feel comfortable enough to fall asleep so easily around him
☆ John Price who never lets you got to bed sad or with a heavy heart knowing it's the worst feeling
☆ John Price who never thought he'd find someone like you <3
☆ John Price who goes to bed knowing exactly that the velvet box in his bedside drawer had your name on it the moment he met you <3
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Guys I need him.
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hitmeupaep · 5 months
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i will never get over jensen saying “which is funny cause so do i”
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edenminx · 1 year
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Drawing this with one hand was hard (something else was hard also)
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streamsofstardust · 6 months
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TOO MUCH BOYFRIEND CONTENT TODAY
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ballpitwitch · 7 months
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𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘞𝘦’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 #𝘒𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘙𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴. 👀 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 @𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 — 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
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lvrsparadise · 7 months
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'ALWAYS.' - M.S
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Synopsis - "You and me, always forever."
BASED ON THIS REQUEST
Warnings! - Kissing, profanity, Marylou being amazing, Nick defending Matt n Y/N, Use of Y/N, italics mean flashbacks (you know it's good when I use the flashbacks).
A/N - I literally love this, and I'm so happy I get to write it. Again, I'm sorry it's taken me this long to write this. So fun fact, the dad part is based on my dad. So little ole' fun facto there! I cried while writing this, it's so sweet. Enjoy!!
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"Oh my god! Wait do you remember your 18th birthday?!" Nick randomly shouts out.
"Do I remember?? Of course I do. That was literally the best birthday I've ever had. No offense mom." I look at the camera.
Chris fake gags as he takes a sip from his drink and makes a shuddering noise, I just kick the back of his seat.
"Hey! Don't do that!"
I stick my tongue out to him before looking to Matt, our eyes catching for a few seconds as we both silently reminisce about that day.
"Would you like to share with the people why it was such an amazing birthday?"
"Oh, for sure."
I clear my throat and go through each memory of that day, from when I woke up until I went to sleep.
"To start off, I was woken up by my favorite people, and Chris."
"Hey!"
"And we spent the entire day out, courtesy of Marylou, love you, Marylou. And around I want to say 5 or 6 PM, when we all went back to my place, A LOT of people were there. We partied, and it was so much fun. And when it was time for me to open presents, the first one I opened was a binder. And I remember thinking, 'what in the world is this??'. So, I look to my amazing boyfriend, who was standing next to his mother with a shit eating grin on his face, and I open it up and instantly remember what it was."
"Oh my god, your face when you opened it was so priceless." Nick slaps my shoulder, not hard, but hard enough.
"Yeah, I was also crying!"
Everyone, even Chris giggles at my comment. I mean it's true. When I started to go through it, I was crying.
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I set my energy drink on the table as I reach for a bag covered in glitter with the words 'happy birthday' on it.
"This is a nice bag." I say before ripping out the hot pink tissue paper and looking inside.
"The fuck is this? Oh! Sorry mom!" I dart my eyes to my mom as she rolls her eyes and smacks my shoulder at the curse word.
"Just open it hun!" My mom rests a hand on my shoulder as I take the binder out of the bag and setting it on the table.
I look at Matt, who's standing next to his mom, grinning like an idiot, confusion clear in my gaze as I arch a brow at him. He just waves his hand in a way saying, 'just open it'. So I do.
I flip the binder open, and my mouth falls open in an instant. The first page containing pictures of me and Matt, at least 9 years old, holding hands while I'm in the dress I wore to my mom and stepdads wedding, him in a red flannel, smiles on our faces, and chocolate.
"Oh. My. God. No way." I whisper to myself as I look back to Matt, grinning back at him before looking back down to the binder.
The page also has more pictures of us over the years. One picture I recognize all too well. A picture of me in a black hoodie, over-done eyeliner under my eyes and side swept bangs and instantly cringe at the memory of my embarrassing middle school years before flipping the page to see more pictures.
The picture that sticks out the most, is the picture of me and Matt at prom. Him in his peach pink button up, and my matching dress. I loved prom night.
"Wait what?!" Nick moves to my side with a hand on my shoulder as he looks at the pictures.
"Oh my god! This is that thing mom made for you and Matt when we were kids!"
"Yeah!"
Suddenly everyone gathers around the table, even Matt moving to my side with a hand resting on the small of my back as he looks at it with me.
"Oh my god! I remember this day!" I point to a picture of me and Matt in, I want to say 9th grade, maybe 8th, and we were passed out on each other, not a care in the world.
"That's the day I had my first soccer game. I was so exhausted."
"Yeah, and Matt was so exhausted from cheering you on." My mom and Marylou fist bump and giggle to themselves.
"What can I say? I love supporting my girl." Matt shrugs one shoulder as he uses his free hand to point to a picture of me in our senior year, laying on the beach with my way to floppy straw hat and stripped bathing suit like I was in 2015 again.
"Oh my god no. Not that photo." I make a face at the photo before I flip the page and am greeted with a whole collage of me and my dog, Raul.
I tear up at the photos, seeing as he passed away in the recent year.
"Matt." I turn my head to my boyfriend next to me and smile softly.
I've had that dog since I was maybe 7. So, not having him here for my 18th birthday is pretty sad. But the fact that he's in here, warms my heart.
He just kisses my forehead and gives my hip a reassuring squeeze as I return back to the photos.
"Oh my god! This is the day we got him!" I point to a photo of little seven-year-old me holding the oh so tiny Raul, which is ironically next to a photo of 15-year-old me with a much, much bigger Raul on my lap.
I flip the page again and Nick points to a photo of me, my brother, Matt, Nick, Chris, and Nate in skates, all in different jerseys, with large smiles and our thumbs up. Based on the color of my hair, we were maybe 13 or 14.
"That day was so much fun." Chris points out as he rubs one of my shoulders as small tears roll down my cheeks.
"It was." I smile before flipping the page again, and I feel like a train of memories hit me.
It a page dedicated to my dad, who passed away in 2020. I sniffle and wipe my cheeks before fully looking at each photo.
One is a photo of when I was maybe 5 and we were at his aunt's house in Colorado, with my brother, him, and his aunt. It still hurts to think about his death sometimes. He may not have had a really active role in mine or my brother's lives, but I still loved him. He really tried to make an effort. Even talked about moving closer to us to be more included in our lives. I mean, I get it. He was in the navy and moved around a lot.
I smile softly at a photo of my in his navy suit, although it swallowed me whole. Then there's a photo of me sitting on one of his knees and Matt on the other while Chris Nick and Nate are sitting on the floor with my brother, all of us intently focused on whatever he was reading us.
I flip the page and it's got a little piece of paper with the words 'Y/N bakes!' written on it, in Matt's handwriting.
The first photo I see is me with a large chef's hat and apron on, my hair in two little braids and a full toothy grin, one of my buck teeth missing, as I stir what looks to be batter, but there's flour everywhere. Even a handprint on my cheek I remember Chris put there.
"Oh my god!" I squeal quietly as I study the other photos of me baking various desserts. Always covered in flour.
"You were always the best little baker." I raise my eyebrows at my mom's comment.
"Still am." I point a finger at her and flip the page again, this page filled with my different Halloween costumes.
"That's the year we all went as different Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!" I point to a picture of me and Nick standing next to each other, dressed as Leo and Raph.
"Yeah, and I had to go as Master Splinter." Nate then points to a photo of me Nate and Chris standing together in a weird pose, mainly pointing at himself in a rat costume.
"But you made an amazing Master Splinter!" Nick whines.
"Are you secretly calling me short?!"
"What! No! Never!"
"Uh huh, sure."
I roll my eyes and go back to looking at the photos, my Corpse Bride costume catching my eye.
It's me as Emily, and Matt as Victor, our arms linked and a bouquet of wilted, white spraypainted roses in my hand. That was last year's costume, and we won first place in a costume contest.
Matt flips the page this time, and it's a plethora of photos of me and him, in random cuddling positions, every photo we are fast asleep.
"Who took these?!" My head snaps up as I nail everybody standing at the table with narrowed and squinted eyes, Nick whistling and looking around, totally not guilty at all.
"Nick?" I arch a brow and he just laughs and shakes his head.
"What? Y'all were just too cute."
I roll my eyes and look at all the photos. I remember being insanely comfortable in each and every one of them.
I flip the page to the last page that has more pictures of me and the whole group, including Madi who I met last year, and Tril. All of us fucking around and being dumb teenagers.
And the back of the last page has a letter in it.
To the light of my life, I'm so glad I met you so early on in my life, and I love the fact that you've put up with me for so long as well. I love you so much, and I can't imagine my life without you. I hope you never stop being yourself, and that you keep spreading your light everywhere you go and to everyone you meet. I feel like everyone should have a Y/N in their lives, you make everyone around you so happy, you make them feel included and like they matter and I thought I couldn't love you more. I know you're probably thinking, 'Matt, why'd you keep this?' or 'How did you find it?' Mom kept it safe, and she gave it to me in sophomore year and I kind of scrap booked it and just cut out photos of you and all of us and just kept adding to it as time went on. And I'm so glad I did. Happy 18th birthday my love, I'll love you, always and forever. Sincerely yours, Matthew.
My eyes soften and I turn my whole body to face Matt, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, laughing tearfully.
"I love you too. So much."
He wraps his arms around me, his grip on me just as tight as mine as he presses a kiss to my temple.
We pull back after a minute or two and I wipe my face with a sigh and a sniff as I close the binder.
"Alright, can this next present liven the mood? I don't want to cry anymore."
I grab another bag and take the tissue paper out only to be greeted by a familiar shirt and a piece of wood on it. I refrain from nailing my mother with a look as I take the wood block out of the bag and read the words.
'Y/N'. It's just my name. But I vividly remember watching my grandfather make this as a kid. Meaning that the shirt is my granddads favorite shirt, that I loved just as much as he did.
I grab the shirt from the bag and have to hold back more tears.
"Mom." I let out in a strained voice, sniffling and wiping my nose.
She walks to me and envelopes me in a hug as I tearfully laugh in her arms.
She pulls away and I slip the shirt on over my dress and continue to open my presents, enjoying this evening with my closest friends and family.
At the end of the night, I ended up in the arms of the guy I love most, talking about the evening.
"My favorite part was when you opened the binder. You looked so happy to see those pictures." Matt speaks as he runs his hand through my hair.
"I was. And I am. I'm so happy you kept it. Even if it was just a silly little thing from when we were nine." I smile at the fond memory of the day we got 'married'.
"Do you think we'll actually get married one day?" I look up to his eyes as he smile and nods.
"Of course I do. Like I said, I don't think I could imagine my life without you. Being your husband would bring me nothing but happiness. I just want to be with you. No matter what."
I smile at his words and lean up from my spot on his chest and press our lips together.
"I love you Matt."
"I love you Y/N."
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"That was literally the best night, and day, of my life."
"It was fun. The party was good."
"I think the food was the best thing." I roll my eyes. Because only Chris could say something like that.
"Of course you did Chris." Matt reaches back and holds my hand, sliding his thumb over my knuckles in a soothing way, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
"Alright, I think we're going to end this video here; I don't think I can handle any more of this." Chris waves his hand to where mine and Matt's hands are conjoined on the center console.
"Hey! Don't say that! I think it's adorable! Gives me hope for love."
"Thank you, Nick." I giggle out as Matt grabs the camera with his free hand and gives a close up of Chris's forehead before screaming into it, sending us all into fits of laughter.
After that, we finish our forgotten food that we didn't while we were explaining and reminiscing about my 18th birthday, and then we head back to their house.
Once we do, we all separate our different ways Nick to his room to edit, Chris to his to sleep probably, and me and Matt to his.
I walk into his room and go to sit on the bed, but hands around my waist turning me keep me from doing so.
Matt turns my body to his and envelops me in what might be the best kiss we've ever shared. It's long enough for our lips to turn red but short enough that we're not panting for breath when we pull apart.
" 'I'll love you, always and forever'." He mumbles while his lips are still pressed to mine, making me smile.
"I'll always love you too."
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foursaints · 21 days
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hi <3
first of all, i wanted to tell you i'm always stalking your blog (in a non creepy way) because i love everything about it. mostly i love how you use your big brain™️ to share some insanely detailed headcanons about some silly dead gay wizards (i mean that in the nicest way possible. i'm a little bit in love with you actually . anyway i'm digressing)
second of all, i wanted to know if you could share some of your thoughts about bartylily🤲🏻 because i'm fairly sure you're the main reason i'm hooked on them
much love <333
ANYTHING for bartylily... lately i've been attached to the idea of a college au where they're Rival Campus Radio Station Hosts.
barty is a spectacularly unmotivated senior who dropped out of a prestigious engineering degree to study practical SFX for horror movies instead. everyone has vague, peripheral knowledge of him after an incident where he was found passed out naked in the campus fountain. his apartment with the slytherins isn't technically a frat house but there's a structure in the kitchen affectionately referred to as the "Leaning Tower of Miller Lite" & barty has a nearly imperceptible crescent-shaped chip in his front tooth from a keg-standing mishap. he wears a lot of chains and has several john carpenter themed tattoos and he REEKS like cigarettes. so many pairs of mystery panties turn up in his laundry hamper that his housemates have started calling it the Lost And Found.
he has a deeply beloved & charmingly unpolished radio show in the primetime spot which mostly consists of him having his friends on, spotlighting terrible underground bands, and making drily ironical, beautifully mean jabs.
lily is an overzealous sophomore who's triple-majoring in three equally unmarketable degrees (it's, like, polisci & international affairs & communications) who's blessed with the gift of taking every single thing that happens on campus WAY too serious. she runs their Model UN like it's the navy. she's the RA who is always marching around her floor in a spaghetti-strap tanktop & bunny slippers with a scrunchie on her wrist, shaking her fist at people. there was a period following her breakup with james where she was literally reading Machiavelli for inspiration. she's right on the precipice of the cool-girl academic meltdown that will lead to Serious Character Growth, but she isn't quite there yet.
her well-made and well-researched radio show is relegated to the midnight timeslot, and even though all her friends listen to it she probably got into a spat with them for saying something along the lines of "obviously i dont care if its just YOU listening to it, remus!!!". she hate-listens to barty's show which she considers (lily voice) An Affront To Collegiate Journalism
they trade barbs at every function and absolutely nobody but the two of them takes their insane imaginary Radio Beef even remotely serious whatsoever. but it's dead serious TO THEM!!! lily is probably camping out in actual bushes with actual binoculars to sabotage his show, and the worst part is that it's actually working. she ISN'T obsessed with him (shut up!!!!!), and barty is mostly just aggravated on principle that the Uptight Lowerclassman Ruining His Life has such nice legs.
and they absolutely bone like crazy about it
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