en double

Donc j’étais tranquillement en train de jouer à TF2 sur mon ordi (un jeu multijoueurs en ligne où j’ai pas souvent croisé de français), innocemment, quand tout à coup

3 fois. Je me suis faite tuer 3 fois pas E-Manuel Valscron. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Five things!

Tagged by @vir-ghilani! thank you for helping me keeping this blog alive hun <3

5 Things you’ll find in my bag:

  • cake crumbs
  • my mp3
  • pens without caps
  • my phone charger
  • lost rumpled papers

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  • candies
  • my ps4
  • too many cables
  • innocent / arizona drinks
  • books everywhere

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life:

  • stop the damn anxiety
  • Eating at the restaurant all days
  • Sleeping whenever I want

5 things I’m currently into:

  • Dragon Age (NO REALLY)
  • Mass Effect (SHOCKING)
  • The Witcher (I’m marrying all the characters fight me)
  • Banana juice (YUM)
  • Pâté en croûte (DOUBLE YUM)

5 things on my to-do list:

  • Clean my room
  • be successful with my exams OTL
  • Commission artists
  • Make commissions 

5 things people may not know about me:

  • My family name is the french word for “fly”
  • I exclusively draw between 10pm and 12am, not after or before
  • I hate pineapple
  • Almost all my characters are willing to die  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • I cry almost all the time because I’m weak

Tagging @pauvre-lola, @my-blood-runs-blue, @wonderlandcrows, @chapus2009, @ridethefrostback, @tsyele@louminx,  and anyone who wants to do this. Tag me back so I can see! ;)

A Wizard in the Emerald City || Thomas & Orchid

As far as Thomas was concerned, ten in the morning was far too early to be out and about. It was too early to be awake at all, but evidently the plane was on a schedule and had another flight to make from Seattle. What good was a private plane if he couldn’t control the schedule?

Well, Lara could, he supposed, but that wasn’t doing him any good just now. He’d picked up a double espresso en route to Orchid’s shop, but the cup was already empty and he was still tired. Damn. Hopefully it would pass soon. At least he hadn’t spilled anything onto himself–or worse, onto the car’s upholstery. His own clothing was practically disposable anyway, regardless of how much the white designer jeans had cost him. The shirt was a casual button-up, but it was half unbuttoned anyway, as if he just hadn’t been bothered to finish dressing himself.

Which was exactly the case.

He hadn’t bothered with his hair, either, but somehow that looked artfully disheveled rather than sloppily disheveled, but his vision had still been a bit blurred from not getting nearly enough sleep when he’d glanced vaguely at the direction of the mirror, so it hadn’t done him any good anyway.

He pulled his Bentley up alongside Orchid’s place, half across the sidewalk, hoping that she was actually here, that she hadn’t forgotten all about the trip–but how could she have? She’d been so eager to go and to get away from the drama of Chicago for a while, and he really couldn’t blame her. He was looking forward to it, too, and he wasn’t the one being stalked by a persistent Denarian.

Really, the bigger danger here was that she might not actually be awake yet herself. He didn’t know what schedule she usually kept. She didn’t seem like any more of a morning person than he was, but presumably her shop sometimes opened earlier. He really didn’t remember. He just fumbled for his phone and managed to send her a text, opting out of obnoxiously leaking on the horn in the interest of not pissing off half the street.

[text] I’m here, get your stuff and let’s go take a plane at the asscrack of dawn or whatever


Un double arc-en-ciel surplombe Montréal🌈