u kno ur fucked when u start picturing soft things like holding hands and going on dates w/them… that’s it u done turn in ur obituary no coming back from that
Fantasy: Hair dyed crazy colours. Daydreams constantly. Loud voice. Looks like they know something you don’t. Busy hands. Bright smiles. Believes in mermaids.Creates their own costumes.
Science fiction: Techwiz. Dreams of space. Wants to live on another planet. Newest gadgets. Piercings. Fiddles a lot. Confident strides. Dark circles under their eyes.
Mystery: Sunglasses indoors. Knowing looks. Always snooping. Combat boots. Rubber gloves. Conspiracy theories. High strung. Watches too many documentaries.
Romance: Rose petals. Chocolates. Longing looks. Staring off into space. Poetry at midnight. Moonlight on the beach. Waiting for their true love. Running through fields barefoot.
Historical fiction: Hand me down books. Lace. Swordfights. Fiddling with their appearance. Constantly reading. Paint on their faces. Sly grins. Dirt under their nails.
Horror: Paranoid. Jumpscares. Visiting old towns. Believes in the supernatural. Crystals to protect themselves. Dark alleyways. Never listen to warnings. Talks before they think.
Write in the tags that movie you’ve seen so many times over so many years that even though you haven’t seen it in a bit, you can still recite every line as it happens
reckless & terribly gay 