I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.
<b></b> *during a petty argument*<p/><b>Phil:</b> well, I'm older<p/><b>Dan:</b> I'm taller<p/><b>Phil:</b> I'm longer<p/><b>Dan:</b> No you're not? I just said I'm taller<p/><b>Phil:</b> That's not what I meant<p/></p>
What bothers me the most about the “friendzone” interpretation of Snape, it’s not the mischaracterisation of Snape himself, but the complete lack of understanding what a “friendzone” guy is.
Do you think a friendzoned guy would accept the refusal, yet still be envolved in the well-being of the girl, endanger his life trying to save hers, and then watch over her kid until his very end? Nope, the friendzoned guy would have whined, used his pain to touch another girl, got rejected 4546th times until his tragedy becomes the consistency of rejection and not a particular rejection itself, and after her death, would have passed by her ravaged house, rise his fedora, said out loud “this is what you get when you marry assholes” and at the pub he’d have sighed deeply with his boys wondering : “why do women always prefer to get killed by Dark Lords instead of dating Nice Guys” and all the boys would have nodded because it happened to four of them so that’s the proof, women just prefer get killed in wars, how strange yet fascinating creatures, so mysterious, so killable.
Waking up in Baz’s bed is too soft to describe. Technically, I’m sure his bed is no softer
than my own, but now there’s another level of soft, one that goes beyond a
physical body-soft. Soft like my entire
soul is encased in cotton fluff.
He doesn’t open
his eyes, just smiles a little, and his sleepy smile has my heart
hearing him say my name, and in a
voice still heavy with sleep, is enough to have me swooning a little.
you still love me?”
pulls me closer and when he speaks his lips brush my forehead. “Today, tomorrow, every day after that.”
shirt is my new favourite smell and I bury my nose in it. “It’s funny, if you think about it?”
both told the truth yesterday,” I muse. “We
pranked each other every day except April Fool’s Day.”
chuckles deep within his throat. “We
really are pathetic.”
that makes us both April Fools, huh?”
for yourself, love,” he laughs, and I’m so gone.
“So,” Simon murmurs after a few more moments of silent
heaven, “is the game over?”
shrug with one shoulder. “Who won?”
I raise an eyebrow. “How?”
got you wrapped in my wings, Baz, it doesn’t get much better than this.”
dunno,” I grin, “I think I definitely won.”
scoffs. “As if.”
wrapped in your wings.”
I finally get to touch your hair.”
can make you blush without even trying.”
can shut you up by kissing you.”
yeah?” I pull back far enough to meet his eye.
“Care to demonstrate?”
laughing as he obliges me, kissing me gently like his lips are still sore from
the seemingly endless kissing last night.
I don’t remember having the strength to pull away long enough to climb
back inside the room, or to change into our nightclothes, but at some point it
must have happened. Between toothpaste
kisses and disbelieving grins. I’d been
a little afraid to suggest sharing a bed (I thought it might scare him away),
but he’d climbed in beside me like he fit there, like the spot had been meant
for him all along. I don’t think we ever
stopped kissing, just fell into place
and stayed there until the dizziness turned into dreams.
I mumble against his lips, soft like rose petals.
giggles. “What, Baz?”
“Do you still love me?”
eyes are a different blue every time I look at them, like the sky. Right now they’re the horizon just after the
orange leaks out of the sunrise.
kisses my forehead. “Today…”
my nose. “Tomorrow…”
my mouth, deep and long. “Every day
!!! I got a very nice surprise today thanks to @qiupup ♥ Thank you for the MysMe stuff!!! I love love love the 707 pillow – it’s so SOFT!!! I’m going to keep it next to my hamster plushies ♥ Thank youuuuuu for everything!!! ♥♥♥
i wanted to costrial MC but my sister wouldn’t let me borrow her wig && sweater ahaha maybe next time // she took the photos tho ;; she was practicing with the camera earlier so i said ‘pls take my photo’ so yay i didn’t end up with phone selfies
u all prolly know this by now but me with hamsters is like jumin with cats. lololol