and I will wait forever

Me and Mimato in the newest Digimon Tri scenes: 

In the beginning with Mimi in Taichi’s home: 

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

In the middle:

Originally posted by lifetimetv

In the end:

Originally posted by the-perils-of-ambition

You give me Michi, Koumi, Joumi and I liked it but WHERE IS MY MIMATO SCENE? 

Originally posted by l0st-and-f-a-d-i-n-g

PS: Yes, I’m a Mimato addicted

Gerita Week Day 5 - Past and present

This is today’s entry for @gerita-week! It’s a bit longer this time, I hope you still like it!


“Do you remember?”

Silence hung as he stared at her, trying to do as she asked. What was it, again?

The field they were standing at was covered in flowers despite being winter. Their deliciously sweet fragrance brought forth a nostalgic feeling that he thought he had forgotten. It was the same bittersweet longing he felt whenever she appeared.

“I told you I’d be waiting right here” she said, smiling in the adorable way only she could.

“For what?”

“For you”

A gust of wind came, taking some flower petals in it. The girl had to cover herself with her hands to prevent her green skirt from being lifted. She giggled at the sudden event. Where had he heard that laugh before?

“You promised to come back, so I’ll be waiting forever…”

Sunlight poured right on Germany’s face, waking him and making him open his eyes.

It was the third time that same girl appeared in his dreams… or maybe his memories? He couldn’t tell. She was a little child, and she felt awfully familiar, so maybe she was someone from his childhood. Either way, all he could remember were those occasional flashbacks. Nothing that gave him an actual clue of her identity.

Logically, he knew that the issue shouldn’t bug him so much. After all, there was no way for him to know whether those were actual memories or just figments of his imagination. Maybe he shouldn’t give it that much thought.

However, what she said in that dream he just had made him feel uneasy. A promise? He took those very seriously. If that girl was there, somewhere, waiting for him… then he had to find his way back to her.


“It’s alright, Italy. We can call it a day”

As unpredictable as his best friend always was, there was that one detail about him that would never change, and it was his hate for training. Germany needed to make sure his buddy would be able to hold on if he was ever under attack and he couldn’t make it in time to rescue him, but he never seemed to be able to get his point across. That was why the tiny Italian was now hugging him tightly.

“We’re finishing earlier today, that’s great news!” he exclaimed as he nuzzled his face against the blond’s muscular chest.

“You’re preparing this year’s carnival, aren’t you?” the German replied, trying his best to keep his stern expression despite the tingly sensation that holding his friend always gave him “I can tell you’ve been working hard on it, I don’t want to get you exhausted”

“I want this year to be special!” Italy explained, giggling a bit “I want to organize a big masquerade ball! Of course, you’re invited, so I’m expecting you to wear your best costume”

“Do you really expect me to play dress up?”

“It’s not playing dress up!” Italy replied, a bit offended “It’s all about letting go of a side of you others don’t know”

“Is that so?”

“Yup, that’s why I want you to find something nice to wear! And if you don’t have anything, I could design it for you”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go”

“Yay! That’s my captain!”

And they hugged again. That affectionate dynamic only became more usual after last year’s Valentine misunderstanding. They never brought up the issue, and acted as if nothing had happened. Theoretically, that should be right, and Germany should feel relieved. However, he sometimes couldn’t help but sighing and wondering what would have happened had Italy accepted his proposal. Such sweet what-if scenarios only made it harder for him to get over those events.


He was, again, at a field full of flowers. There was a river nearby. The little girl picked some of the flowers and put them on her hair, just as he remembered doing. She giggled and motioned him to follow her. She pranced around, getting closer to the river. The sudden fear of the little girl falling down and drowning suddenly invaded him, and he quickly approached her to stop her from getting too close. In turn, she smiled and pointed at the crystalline water.

“Do you want to see yourself?”

A bit unsure, he took a couple steps ahead and knelt at the river bank. He could see their reflection, clear as the water it appeared on. He looked the same age as that girl, and he wore a black cloak and tunic. On his head sat a big black hat. His appearance was a bit different from what he could remember, that day when his memories started.

He turned to gaze at the smiling girl beside him. She looked as painfully familiar as ever, but he was completely unable to remember her name. She had short, auburn hair, amber eyes, round cheeks, a strange curl protruding from the left side of her hair part…

“Come back here soon” she whispered.

With the golden rays of light, another day started for Germany. His restless dreams just got stranger. He had seen the little girl’s face in detail, and yet he couldn’t remember who she was yet. If he had hold any doubts about his dreams being actual memories, he was now certain that he had once come to know that girl. And that outfit he was wearing in that dream… It looked out of place and old-fashioned for his childhood days. When did all that happen? He didn’t recall wearing that kind of garments…

Since thinking and forcing his memory to work didn’t seem to bring him any answers, Germany decided to just get started with his day. After taking a shower and getting dressed, he prepared his breakfast. That was when his older brother entered the kitchen. Despite Prussia’s obnoxious personality, mornings were usually peaceful at their house.

“Morning, West” he greeted.

“Good morning” the younger German replied, calmly carrying out his morning routine.

In the moment he realized it, he almost choked on his dandelion coffee. How did he not think of it before?

Prussia was older than him. Maybe he could tell him about that mysterious girl. He’d surely remember her more clearly than he did.

Bruder? There’s something I’d like to ask you”

“Relying on your awesome big brother for advice?” he chuckled “What is it, West? If it’s something about love affairs you know I’m just the man for-”

“Enough! I just wanted to know if you happen to remember a little girl from my childhood”

Prussia blinked in confusion.

“A girl?”

“I barely remember her, but it’s really important for me to do so. We were more or less the same age, so it shouldn’t be too hard”

“You do realize that you spent your whole life fighting, right?”

The younger sibling ran a hand through his hair, huffing in frustration as he tried to recall that specific part of his past.

“I think I wasn’t fighting back then… not yet” he slowly said “I think it happened before all that”

“Before?”

Now Prussia was in deep thought. The crease on his brow was not too different from the one Germany usually had. He seemed to be debating whether to say something or not.

“What did she look like?”

“She had short auburn hair, with a curl on the left side. Amber eyes, I think” the man replied, summoning the image of the little girl in his mind “She usually wore a green dress and a white apron… now that I think of it, I remember that she was a bit of a crybaby too, and a real gourmet. She’d always ask for…”

The German brothers went mute. Prussia couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It wasn’t possible, it just couldn’t be. Germany, on the other hand, was staring at some point in the distance, his mouth agape, his mind kilometres and kilometres away.

“…pasta”

The blond covered his now bright red face with his hand. What had he just found out?

“Uh, West…”

Germany ignored his brother. Right then, he couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that he had known and loved Italy for a far longer time than he thought. It was all still a bit hazy, but it was clear. That ‘girl’ could be no one else but him.

“You know you weren’t supposed to remember that, right?”

“Huh?”

The younger German finally reacted.

“Why are you saying that?”

“Well, not that it’s actually a bad thing, but… what you’re talking about happened before you were, uh… you”

“Before I was me?”

Prussia sat beside his brother and put a hand in his shoulder.

“You weren’t always Germany. Before you… came to that, you had another name. Everything else was mostly the same, but…”

“But?”

“You weren’t strong enough” Prussia explained “You used to represent lots of nations joined together into one, but… well, we never really did work together. You’d always tell us off, but no one listened. And then, we went to war and you crumbled down”

Germany listened intently. He could barely remember any of those events, but some flashes did come to his mind. There was pain, and men arguing, and the metallic sound of swords colliding, and blood filling his mouth. It was as if being told the story was slowly bringing everything back, piece by piece.

“The others were morons, but I liked you” Prussia chuckled, scratching the back of his head “You were determined and brave, you had guts to do what the others didn’t. So I couldn’t just stand there and let you die. We healed your wounds the best we could, and then we talked and talked and decided to unify, this time for real. We’d become one strong nation. That’s how you were born”

“I see…”

“It wasn’t easy, you know. Unifying was a long process, that’s why you were always sick as a kid. But hey” he exclaimed, patting his brother’s back affectionately “You’re even bigger than the awesome me now!”

“I used to live with Italy back then… what was my name, Prussia?”

The silver-haired man shot a knowing smile.

“Don’t you remember?”


Italy smiled at the view in front of him.

The huge, luxurious palace held one of the biggest masquerade balls he had organized. Everyone wore masks that he had designed by himself, and their dresses were so fancy that it looked like the old balls; when royalty and nobility met up to introduce a new marriage, discuss political events or just rejoice together. The difference in the current time was that no titles were needed to be welcomed to the party.

Of course, he had put a lot of effort into his own costume, too. The navy blue design was embroidered in gold threads, forming complex patterns that hugged his slim figure and gleamed under the soft candlelight that came from the huge chandeliers on the ceiling. The ivory mask he was wearing had the same golden patterns painted on it. The white shirt underneath his suit was made of the softest silk - he had paid China a really high price for it. He also wore elegant designer shoes made specifically for occasions such as that one. He could dance all night in them without getting tired or hurt. Every little detail in his costume had been carefully thought and crafted, to make sure it was perfect.

“Italy! My, you really look dashing!”

Despite his own masquerade and his elegant costume, he’d recognize that voice everywhere. He giggled a bit when the man who complimented him rubbed his head affectionately.

“Stop, big brother France, you’re going to mess up my hair”

Mon dieu, I bet you’re going to get all the cute girls. I’d better hurry!”

“But France, you always manage to find someone cute to be seen with”

“Well, big brother knows best after all, doesn’t he?” the older man grinned behind his own colorful mask, pulling a strand of silky blond hair away from his face “But I must say I’m surprised. I was expecting to see you with the potato bastard. Hasn’t he arrived yet?”

When the only response France met was silence, he knew that he had said something he shouldn’t have. Italy’s smile faltered.

He hadn’t arrived.

He was late.

Germany was never late.

“Ah, well, don’t worry too much” the older nation said, trying to cheer up the young man “You know he’s never been one for refined things like these, maybe he couldn’t bring himself to come. Why don’t you go talk to everyone? Many people here want to congratulate you for the party”

Italy absentmindedly followed France around the palace, a new worry placed on his head. Where was Germany? He had promised to go to the ball. It had just got started, why wasn’t someone as punctual as him already there?

People talked to Italy. They greeted him, complimented him, thanked him, and occasionally flirted with him. He responded graciously, but his mind was many kilometres away. Not that he wasn’t glad to see so many friends at his party, not that he wasn’t having lots of fun, but why was his best friend missing it all? He knew how important the event was for the Italian. Besides, he had been hoping to receive a compliment from him as well…

“He’ll come” a voice said “Or maybe he’s already here. Who knows?”

“Japan?”

Italy was amazed. Japan was wearing a gorgeous costume. It was completely made from purple silk, in an unique style that seemed to fuse together western and eastern traditional fashion. It looked like a fusion of a Japanese yukata and an Ancient Roman toga. His mask had a chess-themed design in black and white. He looked flawless.

“Japan, your costume is amazing! I’m so glad you came” Italy exclaimed, walking in endless circles around the man.

“Thank you, Italy. I am honoured to be invited to such a celebration”

“Aw, don’t say that! You’re one of my best friends! How could I not invite you?”

“Speaking of which…”

The Japanese scratched his chin, making Italy stop his strolling. He patiently waited for the man to talk again.

“As I said, perhaps Germany did come here” he finally said “Maybe he chose his costume so no one would recognize him”

“Do you think so?”

In that same moment, someone in a very bright scarlet costume and a huge, overly-decorated hat approached the pair. His silver hair and his chuckles gave away who he was.

“Hi, Prussia!”

“Italy, you’re cuter than ever!” the German exclaimed, putting his arms on each of the men’s shoulders “How have you two been?”

“Prussia” Japan greeted him “I just arrived, and I was thanking Italy for the lovely party he organized for all of us”

The questioned pair exchanged a very discreet glance. Japan could tell from the relieved look on his face that his friend was silently thanking him for keeping quiet about his concerns regarding Germany.

“Hey Japan, you should drop by my house some other time. It’ll be fun!” Prussia chuckled in that peculiar way of his “Anyway, I need to borrow Italy for a moment, if you don’t mind”

“Of course. And I’ll make sure to visit you as soon as I can”

With that said, Prussia gently took Italy’s arm and carried him outside the palace. There was a nice garden and a field full of flowers that extended all the way up into a small hill. The palace had been built at a later time, but some of Italy’s fondest memories originated in that place. That was what made that year’s party so special.

“You see, there’s someone who really wishes to see you” Prussia explained “but since he’s an idiot he won’t come inside. He said he had to meet you in a specific place”

“Who is it?”

“Sorry, he’s being an idiot about that, too. He’s probably shying away, thinking that you’ll laugh at his costume”

“I see” Italy didn’t stop a smile from spreading through his partially hidden features. Of course, there was only one person who would act like that…

“He’s over there, near the river bank” Prussia signaled at the place from the top of the hill “I’ll leave you now. He wants to speak in private”

“Have fun at the party!” Italy said as he started to descend the grassy hill, his heart beating fast in excitement.

It was a bit cold, but he didn’t mind. Now that Germany came, he didn’t have to worry anymore. He kept his promise!

“I’m here!” he greeted as he run towards the river bank.

When the person sitting in there stood up and turned to face him, the Italian stopped dead in his tracks.

A black robe, a black cloak. A big hat covering most of his head, and a black mask with small jets mounted on its outline. He was all grown up, but still…

That wasn’t Germany.

It was…

“Holy Rome?” Italy said in a tiny voice, feeling his heart about to burst out from his chest.

“I’m back, just like I promised” he replied “Sorry to make you wait”

His voice had become low and deep and warm. Italy couldn’t help but thinking of how much he looked like…

“Wait, no, Germany?”

“I guess any of them go at this point” he chuckled, smiling under his black mask.

Air escaped Italy’s lungs in a breathy gasp, as if someone had hit him and knocked out all the oxygen. It couldn’t be possible, it just couldn’t.

“But Hole Rome died, France told me” those words hurt the party host almost on a physical level.

As Italy clutched his chest, the blond man in front of him smiled further.

“It’s all still a bit fuzzy for me, but that’s when I became… well, Germany” he explained “And then, after centuries, we met again… and I fell in love with you once more”

“What?” Italy raised his voice a bit more that he wanted, such was the shock of those news.

“It’s a bit ironic, I never started to remember anything about my time as the Holy Roman Empire until I found you again” Germany said in an unusually sweet voice “Tell me, Italy, are you happy about all this?”

The shorter man stayed silent for a moment. Happy?

“It’s a lot to take in, I guess” he nervously replied “But… I am. I’m glad it’s you, Germany”

With that said, he threw himself into the blond’s arms, who gladly caught him in a loving embrace. Surprisingly, it was Italy who parted it, only to take off his fancy mask, revealing a tear-stained face. Ironically, his smile was the widest Germany had ever seen in him.

“Could you take off yours, too?” he requested, drying his tears with the back of his hand and sniffling a bit.

Germany silently obliged. As soon as his features were revealed, Italy cupped his face in his hands, rejoicing in the feeling of holding the one he had loved…

“Ever since the 900’s, right?” he asked in a whisper.

“And forever” Germany replied, delicately taking one of his first love’s small hands into his.

Germany then kissed the back of Italy’s hand, making him giggle in delight. As a response, the shorter man leaned on his tiptoes, trying to reach for the muscular man’s lips. As if on cue, he leaned down into his lover’s reach, and they finally shared their second kiss. It was welcome back kiss, and a promise of eternity.


It was carnival time as I wrote this, so it’s not like I could help but throwing in a Venetian Carnival masquerade ball! You should really look up the costumes people wear at the carnival, they’re just gorgeous.

I strongly support the Germany = HRE theory, I hope no one got upset because of that…

I took the Doge Palace as a reference for the place the ball was held in, but the actual location is not specified on purpose. I think Chibitalia actually lived in Austria while with HRE, but since he represents the areas of the Holy Roman Empire that belong to Italy today, I don’t think the location is so relevant after all. I never actually said the ball was in Italy’s house, so…

Random Thoughts on the Itty Bitty Teeny Weeny Japril Scene from 12x09
  • First of all, I thought they said we wouldn’t find out what happened until a couple of episodes in? Cuz they pretty much spelled it out for us.
  • That being said, I’m glad we didn’t have to wait forever for a scene from them.
  • Now I’m going to dissect their scene line by line…
  • What the hell is the point of going to counseling then when you’re just going to suddenly, without even talking about it, just… 
    • Yay! They’re going to counseling! Wait. Why isn’t it working?
    • And why would Jackson give her papers out of the blue? That seems a little out of character.
  • Oh, c’mon. All we do is talk April.
    • Hmmm, “all we do is talk.” Jackson sounded pretty agitated on that line. Something else is bothering him. Maybe it’s the too much talking and not enough _______ (you fill in the blank).
  • So what? You just serve me papers?
    • There’s been some discussion about what these papers are. Grey’s likes to zig when we think they’re gonna zag so I’m not a 100% that they’re divorce papers. I’m more like 98% sure that they are.
  • Do you have any idea what a slap in the face this is?
    • Ouch! April is completely floored by Jackson’s actions. To me, this is a turning point in thinking that April is the bad guy. She’s paid her dues. It’s Jackson who is keeping them apart now. 
  • Jackson walks away from April.
    • Dang, son! He is in full on douche mode. He’s mad about something! I guess we’ll find out why in a couple of weeks.
    • Pure Speculation Time - Why is Jackson so mad?
      • He found out a secret April was keeping from him.
      • He’s not getting any.
      • He’s frustrated that his marriage isn’t back to the way it used to be.
      • He’s just being a butthead.
  • Are you kidding me?
    • Jackson, you should not have walked away from April. She will come AFTER you. That chick is scary when she’s mad.
Arranged- Chapter 3

I REALLY NEED TO ARRANGE LINKS FOR THESE BUT RIGHT NOW. IM IN CLASS AND I JUST REALLY WANT TO POST THIS.

Aaaaand chapter 3. I’m exited that I’m able to upload daily, it’s really nice instead of making you guys wait forever since it seems I’ve been keeping this fic on the down low for weeks. This one is the best one out of the three, but the next chapter is my favorite so far.

-chapter 3: a business deal-

Adrien’s gaze seemed to lock on her after his father made the proposal to him. He could tell she was nervous, so much so she was hiding her face. He felt a pang in his chest. “F-father I….. I don’t know” he attempted to break his gaze, but he could only do so for a second, as her small frame was almost shaking from being so nervous, embarrassed, and the feeling of guilt ran through his veins.

“Well I’m eventually going to need an answer, two I don’t knows isn’t a very good business deal.” He said softly, moving his book to the side, looking at both of them, back and forth from the two. He could feel the way Adrien was looking at her, and he knew his son couldn’t say no. His look of… Endearment. He could read his son like an open book in the moment, as Adrien stared at the girl. He was thinking about being married to the small one. He even almost smiled.

“I-I can’t just have you ask me this and give you a yes or a no right away, dad. We’re not just a prince and a princess you can auction off! What if she doesn’t even want to marry me? She has so much potential in this world.” He wasn’t against the idea. Not at all. Sure the two of them didn’t talk THAT much, but he wasn’t getting married anytime soon, he knew he wasn’t even going to DATE anyone soon, and he knew his old romance with ladybug was long gone. Maybe… They could give it a try.

Tears were evidentially streaming down Marinette’s cheeks, all the feelings were overwhelming her and she couldn’t believe she was crying in front of her boss and ex-crush, it was so stupid, she felt so stupid. “Hey” she felt Adrien’s precense grow closer to her, and the warmth of his hand on her back made her sigh. He was always perfect. Always knew what to do.

“I never said I didn’t want to marry you, Marinette.” His hand gently rubbed up and down her back, his other reaching slowly for her arm to slowly, gently take it away from her face. When she looked up at him, a reassuring smile grew on his face, as he wiped a few tears away. “Don’t think you’re not good enough or something. You’re brilliant.” He could feel his dad grinning. It almost sickened him a little, he knew his father was trying to help the business but. Really? This was the way to go about it?

“I have another idea, a more… Plausible idea. At least in the mind of the media.” Marinette looked up from her crying, her cheeks still flushed and red hot as he scribbled things down on a piece of paper. Both of them seemed on the edge of their seats, Adrien’s hand still gently on her arm, unintentionally rubbing it to continue to comfort his friend. Marinette’s thoughts were still running at a mile a minute, her head was heavy and drowsy from all the things going on, the warm hand on her arm and the soft patter of rain that had started on the window being the only things to comfort her.

“Maybe if I give you two time to decide. Let’s say…… 8 months to a year, so you two can get to know one another. If you don’t want to get married by the end of it, we drop it.” It was silent, as the two looked at one another, waiting for the other to answer before them. Neither of them wanted to say the wrong thing, as the designer started to impatiently tap his pen on the glass table, the two of them not even breaking eye contact, as they exchanged eyebrow raises, and then warm, warm smiles and nods.

“I… I think we can do that…” His hand slowly slid down her arm to meet her hand, their fingers slowly winding together, him reassuringly squeezing it and leaning into her, just so slightly. They exchanged glances again, her nodding, a little more sure of herself. “We can do that. There will have to be pr, dates and photoshoots I’m guessing?” He looked at Marinette, who already seemed engrossed with it. She wasn’t a model, she wasn’t a celebrity. Sure she could dream, but she didn’t have the training Adrien did.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, I got you.” As his father circled things, he called Nathalie in and handed her the papers, telling her to make changes in his sons schedule already.

“You two are together, as of tomorrow. You’ll be seen together at a cafe, we need to pick out your outfits and we’ll hire paps to see you, make sure you both look happy.” He stood up, taking a deep breath in. Most of his agenda was very much behind due to his elongated meeting with the assistant and his son, but he didn’t really mind. This was a much better pay off in the end. “Miss Marinette, your designs will be shown at the Paris fashion week in 3 months. I’ll give you the details in an email.” And with that he left, leaving the 23 year old and the 24 year old in the cold room, her taking a few deep breaths in.

“A lot to take in, it is for me too.” He slowly stood, helping her stand as well, she was wearing heels and seemed very out of it. “Why don’t you take them off? I’ll hold them.” He smiled warmly at her, something about the way she was warmed his heart. Or was that just because now they were supposedly dating? Either way he took the shoes, walking hand in hand with her down the stairs and into another wing, naturally leading her to his room. “You can sketch in there, or nap, if you want”


“N-no I….. I want to. To talk I guess” she laughed, sniffling again and wiping under her cheeks. She was so weak for crying. Wasn’t this supposed to be a good thing? The boy she had been in love with since day one was going to be her husband. But… Did he want to be?

“We can do that too. Talking is… Talking is good.”

RANDOM LYRIC STARTERS ( PART 1. )

50 starters inspired by songs in my itunes. feel free to change pronouns/sentence structure/whatever so it fits your muse!

  • ❝ how am i the lucky one? ❞
  • ❝ i do not deserve to wait around forever ❞
  • ❝ you play the game, though it’s unfair ❞
  • ❝ and there’s nothing that i can do, except bury my love for you ❞
  • ❝ i’ve been drafted into your war ❞
  • ❝ i never really let you go, just thought that you should know ❞
  • ❝ all we had were fragments ❞
  • ❝ i don’t wanna hear a damn sentence out of your mouth ❞
  • ❝ it’s hard looking back knowing what i could have done ❞
  • ❝ i’m never going back ❞
  • ❝ i’m never so high as when i’m with you ❞
  • ❝ my army of one is gunna fight for you ❞
  • ❝ sitting with the poison takes away the pain ❞
  • ❝ how come people break your heart? ❞
  • ❝ man oh man you’re my best friend ❞
  • ❝ you know that’s how the story goes ❞
  • ❝ keep your problems in a bottle, got enough of them to swallow ❞
  • ❝ and i will take what i can get ❞
  • ❝ finders keepers, losers weepers ❞
  • ❝ done my time and served my sentence ❞
  • ❝ i would have died, i would have loved you all my life ❞
  • ❝ where have you gone? ❞
  • ❝ no you don’t have to wear your best fake smile ❞
  • ❝ we’ll learn how to be incomplete ❞
  • ❝ just like before we can re-begin ❞
  • ❝ i never thought these streets could have outgrown me ❞
  • ❝ i put my faith in everyone around me ❞
  • ❝ i’m craving something i can feel ❞
  • ❝ if i stumble they’re gunna eat me alive ❞
  • ❝ if i’m not the one for you, you’ve gotta stop holding me the way you do ❞
  • ❝ it’s so cold out here in your wilderness ❞
  • ❝ if you’re gunna let me down, let me down gently ❞
  • ❝ no more excuses and no more playing dead ❞
  • ❝ there are no silver linings in anything you said ❞
  • ❝ i don’t wanna go back to where i used to be ❞
  • ❝ out of the blue you came to me ❞
  • ❝ i am awake now more than ever ❞
  • ❝ i won’t go and tell you how to live your life ❞
  • ❝ home is whenever i’m with you ❞
  • ❝ never let your fear decide your fate ❞
  • ❝ no need to worry because everybody will die ❞
  • ❝ we love you more than you know ❞
  • ❝ are we out of the woods yet? ❞
  • ❝ i’ll use you as a warning sign ❞
  • ❝ i found love where it wasn’t supposed to be ❞
  • ❝ talk some sense to me ❞
  • ❝ i didn’t believe them when they said there was no saving you ❞
  • ❝ ‘cause i’ve got friends, i’ve got family here ❞
  • ❝ if you follow your feet you’ll find your way home ❞
  • ❝ why don’t you show the world you’ll make it on your own ❞
Personal Rant

I am getting so sick of seeing pro static quake posts come up in the Skyeward tag.  I don’t know why it is that hard to tag something the right way.  I will start blocking people so I don’t have to see it. 

I’m not a fan of Static Quake no matter how much the three stooges try to shove it down our throats and I never will.  I am the type when I ship a couple on a show, I ship it forever. 

I waited fourteen years to see Riker and Troi get together on Star Trek: The Next Generation.  I’m also a feisty Southern woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind.

I’m also not a sheep that can be swayed even though what is being written on a TV Show  is the most god awful piece of garbage I have ever seen in my life and so offensive that it isn’t even funny.

anonymous asked:

Rohan Kishibe. I love you so much. Every day I wake up and cry because we are not together. I cannot wait for the day I die. So I can forever immerse myself in your entire being. I'll be with you everywhere. From the tip of your toes to the top of your head. When the wind hits your face, thats me caressing your cheek. God, Rohan. I love you. I want to be you.

anonymous asked:

Me and my boyfriend are both 14 (he just turned 15) weve known each other our entire lives, and have been dating since 7 grade. We have been discussing loosing our virginities, I told my firend and she called me a slut, but I haven't fucked anyone else? Like does having sex with the guy ive been interested in since practically forever make me a slut? should I wait? Im not really scared or anything and we both mutually agreed

Umh, two things here.
First. You are not a slut, ignore your friend please.
Second. I don’t know… Maybe wait a little more?? Idk you seem so little for me, you are 14… But I’m 18 and I haven’t kissed anyone so I can’t really talk. Look on the internet maybe, if it is safe and stuff ??

– Anonymously tell me your confessions/secrets.

alternative names for this net: sad and tired, i need friends ok, slut for space, team meme, i’m a mess pls help. INTRODUCING THE LIL ANGEL BEAN NET aka why does dan howell hate us

this net is for literally everyone tbh. i wanted to create a space where anyone could rant, or cry, or laugh, or you know, generally just be happy!! also it’s a place to scream about Angel Bean cause what the hell. so here is to the folks who are v v rad and 100% a Mess.

i. rules

- must be following this stressed out space kid

- must reblog this post; likes only count as a bookmark

- take this survey

ii. perks

- friends!!!!!!!!!!! + mutuals!!!!!!!!!

- a spot on the network blog (it might be private in order to keep it more intimate but idk)

- selfie reblogs and cheeky asks

- skype? kik? imessage? we’ll see but there will be a group chat i gotchu

- activities: movie nights, reading the same books, watching the same shows, recs, etc.

- we’ll do all the Cool stuff don’t worry

iii. boost your chances

- have a theme, a tagging system, an about page, etc. (i love really pretty blogs don’t kink shame)

- reblog more than once (3 times max!! i don’t want you to spam your followers omg)

- track the tag: #lil angel bean net

- just be a nice person in general?? that’s all i ask

iv. extra info,,, this is getting really long

- please don’t be homophobic, transphobic, racist, etc. i don’t need more stress in my life go away

- 10-15 members will be chosen based on the amount of notes this gets

- must get at least 50 notes!!

- members will be chosen on february 28th or later cause i’m lazy and i procrastinate

i hope you join!! i promise it’ll be really really really fun ok