worldsworstfather:

character: *falls asleep in a chair or at a desk from sheer exhaustion*

their love interest: *places a blanket over their shoulders, gently to avoid disturbing them*

me:

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their love interest: *picks them up and bridal carries them to a more comfortable surface while their head nods against their shoulder/chest*

me:

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sandersstudies:

randomprojectedtrashcutie:

sandersstudies:

theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly:

sandersstudies:

sandersstudies:

Why are there ten loud saxophone players outside? This isn’t even a metaphor they’re actually out there.

I JUST PASSED THREE PEOPLE WITH TUBAS?????

Please consider: marching band

See here’s the thing, that WOULD make sense, except I’m at the gym?????

Marching band wants to work out. Upgrade to Runninng Band

I’m dying just imagining someone violently playing the clarinet while sprinting after me.