axe restaurant

Mabel Pines sentence starters - part one
  • This attic is amazing. Check out all my splinters!
  • My name is ___, but you can call me the girl of your dreams.
  • Oh my gosh, you like turtles? I like turtles too! What is happening here?
  • Whatcha readin’, some nerd thing?
  • Finally, we’re alone.
  • You guys are butt-faces! 
  • Just this once, trust me.
  • I’m sorry for ignoring your advice. You really were just looking out for me.
  • Are you ready for the ultimate challenge?
  • Human-sized hamster balls? I’m human-sized!
  • I feel like all my other senses are heightened. I can see with my fingers!
  • You can look, but you can’t touch.
  • I am an arts and crafts master.
  • I don’t know what that word means, but thank you!
  • I think… it needs more glitter.
  • Aww, you sneeze like a kitten!
  • We have an axe!
  • Hey there, fellow restaurant patron!
  • We’ve come so far. We can’t give up now.
  • Are you… magic?
  • Which do you think is better? Sequins or llama hair?
  • I’m getting all curiousy inside!
  • Check it out! I successfully bezazzled my face!
  • I’m unappreciated in my time.
  • You are being so nice to me right now, quit it!
  • I like you a lot, but let’s just be friends.
  • Are you sniffing my hair?
  • I’ve never seen so many forks!
  • I have a lobster now.
  • I need some advice. You’ve broken up with guys, right?
  • Listen, it’s over. I will never, ever, date you.
  • Random dance party for no reason!
  • I chewed my gum so it looks like a brain!
  • This town has such a colorful history!
  • I thought this stuff was banned in America!
  • What kind of sick joke is this?

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anonymous asked:

"im on the bus and my 2-year-old won’t stop crying, except you just smiled at them and they did"

Thankyou for the prompt!

Clarke winced when a third person glanced over their shoulder when Cora began to cry again. She turned the stroller to face her with mild difficulty and shushed her gently. To no avail, her daughter’s wails only intensified. Her blonde hair stuck to her tear stained cheeks which were flushed a furious red due to her weeping. She rolled the carriage back and forth in the small available space of the aisle in hopes to get her to calm down. If only slightly. When she still continued to cry, Clarke sighed and reached up to pull at the yellow cord to get the bus driver to pull over at the next available stop. Her hand stilled though before it could actually touch the rope because suddenly Cora’s wails turned into quiet whimpers.

She snapped her head in the direction of her daughter to see she was focusing on something. Well someone. Clarke followed her line of vision to see a tall, dark haired man, standing a few inches away from them, a book in one hand and the other holding the metal bar above his head. Though he was not paying any attention to his novel, instead there was a soft smile on his face before he scrunched up his nose at her daughter. Clarke let out a surprise exhale when Cora began to giggle. Giggle. Three seconds ago, Clarke was worried Cora might actually combust with how hard she was crying. The stranger continued to make funny faces at her daughter before his smile brightened when his efforts to get her to laugh worked almost naturally.

Clarke didn’t even realize she was staring, pretty much in awe, until his gaze shifted to her. He was handsome, she noticed. His unruly curly hair and his freckles that dusted his face were a nice combination. He looked almost shy when she quirked an eyebrow at him in return.

“What’s your name?” she found herself asking to which a few heads turned since they still had a bit of distance between them.

The man shuffled forward, hand dropping from the bar to extend to her, “Bellamy.”

“Clarke,” she said, shaking his offered hand, “And this is Cora.”

Bellamy smiled down at the young girl again, “Hi, Cora.”

In response, Cora beamed right back.

“Now that’s just weird.”

Bellamy’s head whipped up and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Huh?”

“She would not stop crying for the last eight minutes and suddenly you smile at her and she’s fine,” she was mostly just speaking out loud, her tone curious, “What are you? Some baby whisperer?”

Bellamy chuckled, it’s deep and throaty and she thinks she enjoys it a little too much. “Possibly,” he shrugged, “I practically used to be my younger sister’s caretaker when she was born so I got an early head start. Also she has a son now who’s around Cora’s age and I’d say I was pretty good with him too.”

Clarke hummed a soft ‘uhuh’ with a nod, “As long as she’s not developing any crushes at this age.”

“I feel for the hearts of the future kids she meets,” he said.

Her head tilted to the side, “Meaning?”

“She looks just like you,” he pointed out, she doesn’t disagree. Cora is all blonde hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. “I can only imagine how many people will fall for her.”

Clarke’s eyes averted from Cora to Bellamy. She does her best to suppress a smile but fails, “Good line.”

“Not a line,” is all he said before nodding towards the front of the bus where people were currently exiting, “It was nice meeting you.”

She couldn’t understand the pang of disappointment in her chest when he started to walk away.

Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t used to meeting handsome strangers who were obviously good with kids that made her call out for him to wait. He paused, throwing an inquisitive look over his shoulder.

“Uh,” she was stuck – what was there to say? She licked her lips nervously before continuing, “Thanks for getting her to stop crying.”

Bellamy smiled, easy and gentle, “It was no problem.”

There were still a few people in front of him trying to get off still so they remained quiet, staring at each other.

“Do you —,”

“I —,”

They both laughed before speaking in unison again, “You go ahead.”

Clarke shook her head as she signaled for him to go first.

“Do you want to join me for lunch?” he sounds nervous and she finds it adorable, “I was going to try that new restaurant on Axe.”

She pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear before she nods, “I’d like that.”

He smiled at her answer before she got out her seat and he helps her lift the stroller down the steps and onto the sidewalk. When they sit down at the café and Bellamy cuts up pieces of bread for Cora to devour while they spoke about everything from family to work she knew she owed her daughter all the credit for picking one of the good guys.