That Is So Funny And Cute Lmaoo (and Infuriating Too But Shush)

That is so funny and cute lmaoo (and infuriating too but shush)

I work at a restaurant and nothing will ever beat the time this woman threw an absolute hissy fit at brunch because we ran out of home fries and all we had were french fries, she yelled at me, she demanded to speak to my manager, and when she’s in the middle of complaining, my manager just stopped her and went “hey do you want a hug?” and this woman went “what?” and my manager was like “you just seem super upset about the shape of these potatoes and I thought maybe you needed a hug” fucking hysterical, I got to watch a human blue screen in real life, absolutely the best way to shame someone for their nonsense I’ve ever seen

currently thinking about regulus and sirius hearing family line by conan gray for the first time. there’s tears streaming down their faces as they lay beside eachother on sirius’ bed, and an unspoken promise to never leave each others side again.

Withdraw because my friends give me off vibes and I don't want to be a burden

Little does Regulus knows that water just worsen the sting of the spices. He should have grabbed some bread, or milk instead.

fire - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 131

Regulus stared at James, a bead of sweat slowly dropping down his neck.

James grinned back menacingly, eyes bright, as if he knew he had won.

So Regulus took another bite.

"S'good," Regulus murmured, staring stubbornly, trying to chew as little as possible before swallowing.

"So...you'd like it if I made it every night, then?" James asked innocently.

Fucking prick.

He tried, alright? He tried to meet James's eyes with a signature unaffected frown.

But he couldn't.

Regulus broke from their staring contest, gasping a bit and reaching with a shaking hand towards the glass of water near him.

"My bloody mouth is on fire," he all-but-yelled, gulping down the cold liquid.

James just laughed triumphantly, shovelling spicy curry in his mouth, completely unaffected by the heat.

Stupid sore winner.

Mood.

Why do I only look my best when I'm literally dying in the inside ?

Why do I only feel like putting on make up and feel pretty when I'm hating myself ?

Why ?