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The Girl Who Never Dances

Series: Little Witch Academia

Characters: Amanda & Diana

Words: 1,460

Genres: General, Romance (?)

A/N: I’ve been wanting to try writing these two for a while now. I love the princess–delinquent dynamic so much. This is just set in another Luna Nova dance/banquet in general. Since we didn’t get to see Amanda in her dress in the show, I put her in it here.


The Girl Who Never Dances

Amanda’s lost count of how many dances and banquets Luna Nova has held over the past four months. But at every single one of them, there’s something she notices.

Or rather, someone

She’s always alone, too, which Amanda never would’ve expected from her at these kind of things. After all, it was expected that the prestigious Diana Cavendish would be having the time of her life at such cordial events, showing off her charisma and charm every time the opportunity presented itself. 

But each and every time without fail, Amanda has noticed she never does such things. 

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anonymous asked:

if you were an animal what animal you'd be?

I have no idea. I don’t really relate to any animal more than this naked monkey we call human…

But if I’d have to choose one, I’d be a frog just because I was crazy about frogs when I was like 11. I collected so much frog related stuff back then! I had all kinds of cool stuff. I’d take photos of them but they’re stored at my parents’ home.


Tome Kurata, the only girl in the city who gets neuralyzed thrice a week 

she manages

  • Imayoshi: Aomine, do you wanna know how I actually hurt my wrist?
  • Imayoshi: I was hula-hooping. I attend a class for fitness and for fun.
  • Aomine: Oh my god.
  • Imayoshi: I’ve mastered all the moves: the pizza toes, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.
  • Aomine: Why are you telling me this?
  • Imayoshi: Because no one will ever believe you.
  • Aomine: You sick son of a bitch.

On the eighth day of christmas my true love gave to me

eight crows and kitties

seven ushiwakas(a) six foot tall russian, five volleyballs, four seijou darlings, three ugly sweaters, two stupid volleybirbs & the greatest brotp


David Tennant and his collection of Mr. Men shirts

(I should probably tag @thingsdtwears… and add a Madison photo source)