The Facial expressions of Jensen Ackles are what I live for.
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
Did you do the thing, Neopets?
Tell me the truth, Neopets.
i did NOT need to say goodbye to Bobby again.
but if he couldn’t stay in hell and he couldn’t stay in purgatory, there’s no way he’ll stay in heaven.
do you ever just really wanna stand up for somebody and beat the hell out of someone for them but you don’t because you know damn well that they can take care of themselves even better in that situation?