A guy who tells you he wants a family, but after he makes a baby with you, he disappears👻
I'm a family type of person, but I left my ex after I ۟m inside her.
Evie loves short funny goofy looking men. They could range from elves who just crawled out of the forest to devotes Christian’s. As long as they are short borderline ugly, and not too skinny, she would
That guys so short and ugly I bet he’s Evie’s type
Typing ridiculously slow with your pointer finger
When I broke my thumb I was forced to start mom typing.
The person that is the COMPLETE and OPPOSITE of your type. You like skinny gamer boys? Your Oppo-Type is a chunky outdoorsy dude. (Or girl, we don't judge) Surprisingly, a lot of people tend to fall for their Oppo-Types easier than their actual types. It can lead to you feeling a sense of disgust, hatred, and shame toward that person when you are away from them. But you also will be feeling a sense of lust for them when they are near. Your friends will probably make fun of you.
Friend: "Okay, who do you like now?"
You: "This guy."
Friend: "WHAT?! That guy is the total opposite of what you go for!"
You: "I know, it's like a guilty-pleasure! He's my Oppo-Type!"
Friend: "What?"
You: "Someone that is the opposite of your type."
Friend: "OOOH! Yeah, hes definitely Your Oppo-Type!"
Ah i seem to have lost my hands.. i know i'll tongue type >> ignjeldkr this is Tongue typing
That fuking dumbasses, whomst thinking, that they are fuckin' specials snowflakes, and insulting other shippers in Voltron Fandom.
They are psychologicaly unstable, u need to stay away from them.
-O my god, they're yell again about Klance again, and tell me, that I should die with my ship
- I know, they are such a Klancers (C<l>ancers type)
The act of typing when experiencing extreme exhaustion. The text produced in this state is typically nonsensical and unorganized, often ending in a random assortment of letters when the typist finally passes out at the keyboard.
It is not unusual for those experiencing zombie typing to have no memory of the act.
'what sh*t were you on last night man? on facebook you asked me if I'd ever scissored with my iguana...'
'wtf really?! sorry man, I must have been zombie typing'