so in china instead of wearing sunscreen some people wear facekinis
they’re bathing suits for your face
LOOK AT THEM
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.
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby, let me know
Coach!Derek and Sheriff!Stiles = precious. You know what else is precious? Alik.
So, you all know that song was pretty much a euphemism for blow jobs right?
Either way, I have no complaintsThat’s the main reason why I chose the song if I gotta be honest
