You told me that my peach lipgloss was the most delicious taste you’ve ever experienced. You told me that my skin felt like the softest silk in the world. That my mind was a complex labyrinth more intricate than the one from that greek myth with Theseus. You told me I made you feel safe.
But it wasn’t until it was too late that I realized that you liked cherry lipstick more. That you found another fabric more luxurious than silk. I realized that you didn’t want the complicated unpredictability, you just needed a simple and direct certainty. And I finally realized that you no longer needed security, you craved the danger.
—  And yet I still catch myself thinking about your voice
Midna's Clouded Heart and The Wandering Spirit

There it was again, she could feel it watching her. Haunting her. The Spirit, so angry and begrudging against what she did not know, all she knew was that she felt him most when she remembered Link. Oh Link, how she missed that boy who became a man. How she thought of him so often when she was alone, of Zelda who she also missed greatly though knew would be fine in her palace with Link to defend her. The Princess sighed, closing her eyes and sensing the spirit who followed her. 

"Why do you follow me, spirit…. I have nothing to help you…. I am sorry…"

Her first thought was the spirit was Zant, angry that she had killed him and wanting revenge, but then she knew that was not the case when she recalled that Link had destroyed Zant’s spirit so that Ganandorf could not bring it back again like he did before his final fight. That just left many unanswered questions for the princess.

Who are you… Why do you haunt me so….


It was raining in Saudade today which seems like the perfect weather to bring about the shocking news of Fuchsia moving away curse you uchi’s who refuse to ping about moving away. She sent Lune a photo of herself in the mail and it has been placed in the Mayor’s loft where she can kiss it good-bye before she heads out for the day. The Pink Ladies gang has lost an irreplaceable member.

anonymous asked:

hi! what would you say are the animes with the best romance? the anime can have action and all of that other good stuff but i fid the romance draws me in so what would you say? :)

romance animes?! i’ll add some mangas too i’m not good at this but i’ll try!!

Kamisama Hajimemashita
Ao Haru Ride
Chuunibyou Demo Koi ga Shitai!
Inu x Boku SS
Taiyou no Ie
Kaichou wa Maid-sama
Hotarubi no Mori e
5 centimeters per second
Kotonoha no Niwa
Tamako Market
Nagi no Asukara
Ookami Shoujo to Kuro Ouji 
Sukitte ii Na Yo
Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun
Vampire Knight and Vampire Knight Guilty
Zero no Tsukaima
Special A
Skip Beat!
Akagami no Shirayuki-hime (its sooo cute)
Dengeki Daisy
Beast Master
Hakushaku to Yousei 
Last Game

there is a tumblr that i get some recs: its shoujoromance, you should visit it!!

anonymous asked:

i find Jeff easier to imagine when you think of it as a young five year old boy with dark curly hair and Quentins grin. But she was too nervous to tell Quentin

OH. MY. GOD.I nearly screamed the moment i saw this and well ↓ this happened

"Well, I mean, you’re coming back to Starling, right?"

Dinah bites her lip at his words. All the ways she imagined telling Quentin about it, this isn’t one one of them. He deserved to know, but not like this. Not when there was still a divide in their family. It would only increase the problems, and the last thing she wants is her new life to be viewed as a problem.

The small laugh sounds forced even to her own ears, “No. I’m not moving back to Starling, Quentin.”

His smile slips a bit, but he quickly recovers, and tries again, “Well, Sara’s back.”

Yes. But is that all that is there to it? It was more than Sara’s ‘death’ that had made her leave her own family behind. It was the way everyone had dealt with it. Laurel had immersed herself in her law school just like her father had immersed himself in his work. Things are different now, but still as suffocating as they were six years ago. It would be unfair to everyone.

She tries stalling, "I have a new life in Central City, and—um—I have a wonderful job."

"Well, there’s jobs here", he is quick to counter.

She squeezes her eyes close. For a moment she thinks about telling him. Six years she has kept this from him, but telling him now—

"More than a job—um— I have someone."

May be it’s better this way.


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