driving hat

“Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve – you’ve blown up a toilet or -”
“Blown up a toilet? We’ve never blown up a toilet.”
“Great idea though, thanks, Mum.


🗼– ‘’Amami-chaan~ Wait up!’’

Steps were heard behind the other, followed by such a sing-song voice. It was strange not to see him with his cape, and the fact that he had forgotten to bring it along with his hat was driving him nuts. His frustration ended though when he spotted the lime-haired, simply eager to come up to him and greet him. One would say that the boy had an urgency regarding him … but the truth is, when he was barely an inch away from the other, he stopped on his tracks dramatically and drew his default relaxed pose, cherubic face adorned with a smile.

‘’…What are you doing here? Recess ended half an hour ago! Or … are you actually skipping classes, like me? If that’s the case … That’d be very naughty of you! Fufu…’’

imagine drunk jedtavius (meaning drunk jed and highly amused octy)

“ockie ockie. ockie.”


“can I wear your helmet?”


“why not?” 

“why do you want to wear it?”

“cause its yours. and. and its cute.” … “guess what”

“… what?”

“you’re cute.”


“i mean it. you. you. you’re like 7.”

“excuse me?”

‘you’re 7 cute.”

“7. out of?”

“out of 7.”

“why out of 7?”

“… dunno. I like 7. can i wear it?”

“… fine.”


“On one condition.”


“i get to wear your hat.”

“……you drive a hard bargain. deal.”

myluckyerror  asked:

For the classic aesthetics: Schubert string quintet, second movement please.

String Quintet in C Major, II. Adagio ~ Franz Schubert

There was a mist upon the ground as they drove, turning the lavenders of the wildflowers into a dim purple and the rich browns and greens of the landscape into a blur of earth tones.

The car rumbled as they passed by, and their scarves whipped in the wind.  She laughed when her hat fell off, but she didn’t insist they stop so that she could retrieve it.  “Let it go,” she grinned, and he laughed, leaning forward so she could place a gentle kiss upon his cheek.

A glance to the sky revealed a darkness looming in the distance before them, and she gasped quietly.  “I think we should turn back,” she whispered, putting her hand over his.

“We can’t,” he insisted, driving on.

“But my hat…”

He frowned.  “Let it go,” he told her.

{ Want One? }