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21y | she/her | bi ace | Brazil | ficwriter: lucifer, good girls, warriors, hp, euphoria, westworld, spiderman
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Remedial French (chapter 8)

“But hey, do you have a picture of her you can send me? I’m curious.”

Gold shook his head and was about to tell him no, of course not, when he realized that he did in fact have a picture of her. Of them, actually. “I do, yes.”

“Text it to me after you hang up. Bye, dad!”

He gave him no chance to argue and hung up, and it took Gold ten more minutes to figure out how to actually do what he’d asked him to. It worked, eventually, and it took Neal about twenty seconds to text him back.

  ‘!!!!!!!’

He snorted and decided that that was indeed the most appropriate and likely reaction to first laying eyes upon Belle French. He texted back ‘Indeed.’ and was just about to carry on getting his clothes in order when a quick succession of texts made his phone buzz loudly on the dresser.

  ‘wait was that taken at the rabbit hole?’

Oh, was he not supposed to go there, then?

  ‘u go to the rabbit hole now?’

Gold smirked and decided that he would wear the cufflinks.

  ‘dad what the hell’

You can never go wrong with cufflinks.

Couldn’t resist recreating this scene from Remedial French (http://archiveofourown.org/works/2533814/chapters/5632451) either.  I figured I might as well, since I drew the ambush selfie. XD

Do people use the regular texting/message center on iPhones back in the States, or do they use some other texting app?  I live in Japan and everyone I know predominately uses Line, so I wasn’t sure.  ^^;  Oh well, I’m sure it’s fine.

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shoutout to the people working for hours on content that only gets ten notes. i’m kissing you tenderly on the forehead as we speak

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“You lift your coat from where it’s hanging over the back and drape it round my shoulders. It smells nice: like fresh air and cinnamon and cedar wood, and that undefinable scent that’s distinctly you. I’m vaguely aware of what an enormous display of submission this is – curled up at your feet like one of my own dogs – but I can’t really bring myself to care; or at any rate, not enough to do anything about it.

Inspired by a scene in this wonderful fic by MissDisoriental. You know you’re deep in the HeAteUs when you start making fanart from fanfics. *sigh*

So I ended up with free time at the end of my first class today, so I was like "do yall wanna see a vintage meme?" and turned on "what does the fox say". Expected like. A laugh from the kids, or even just a "wtf is this mx?" which is. A reasonable reaction to What Does The Fox Say.

But instead of a reasonable reaction. all of my students watched the first 60 seconds with jaws agape. And then this one kids turns to me like the fucking eye of Sauron and literally goes:

sorry but I am officially a joel miller apologist. the fireflies knock him out & as soon as he regains consciousness marlene breaks the news to him that ‘yah sorry you’re never going to see your daughter again bc the surgery is lethal. but here’s her knife as a keep sake <3′ i’m sorry marlene but u thought that was going to go over well? you thought the insanely dangerous and firearm proficient man was who obviously bonded to ellie was going to go calmly? she should have sent ten men to escort him out. thirty. she should have just shot him in the head while he was unconscious. but of course she underestimated how much he cared. what he would do for ellie. bc she knew mean gruff self serving survivalist joel not father joel. she didn’t even let joel and ellie say goodbye to each other. was planning on killing ellie without even telling her for an experimental procedure they had no proof would work. didn’t even give joel the option to see her one last time. “would u kill 1 person to save 100?” they didn’t even allow a fourteen year old the agency to answer that question. team joel 

the last of us on hbo: here’s your first two episodes, full of the TERROR of humanity!! infected!! corrupt government!! marshal law!! senseless killing!!

us: ah

the last of us on hbo: and now for your third episode. the gut wrenching love story between two men who found each other at the end of the world and became so entangled in one another that when time finally wore them away, they left together. also on the nature of daylight plays over their last day together

us: