Trying to sludge through some work tonight. My cold is showing (some, very small) signs of improving so I figured I should at least do a little work. It’s going okay, although my brain still feels a little muddled :(
If you're up for it, the never ending battle of stopping Vivi and Mystery filching food before dinner while Lewis prepares it?
I should be doing
homework but I decided to finally type this out instead :P
A lovely smell wafted through the air and trailed all
throughout the house. It had been that way for almost four hours and was
tempting everyone who lived there. Soon two residents couldn’t take it anymore.
“Do you see him?” Vivi asked as she poked her head into the
Her partner in crime looked around as well before shaking
his head. “I can safely say that the ghost is clear,” he remarked with a
completely straight face.
Vivi gave him a look. “You did not just say that.” When all she received was a small doggie grin
in response, Vivi rolled her eyes. “I don’t know who’s worse, you or Arthur.”
Mystery snickered and waltzed into the kitchen, Vivi
following close behind, towards the slow cooker. “The point is that he’s not
“Meaning…he won’t notice if we taste a little bit.”
OMG MOD are you really only 13? I feel, as a mother with a child your age, I should be saying "don't you have some homework to do?" lol. Anyway, you seem very mature and a lot more knowledgeable than this old woman about a lot of things! KUDOS!!
Yes! I am thirteen haha. Thank you! I still have a lot more to learn but i’m glad you consider me mature and knowledgeable. - Mod
Alfred: Time Management is important. Very important. Your assignments would be heavier and harder to do and it’s best if you do it ASAP.
All school-related responsibilities shouldn’t be done the night before the deadline, okay? I really really really do recommend you to not procrastinate. No matter how tempting it is to watch videos rather than doing bothersome homework, you must place all your tasks as first priority (though, you should learn how to balance it together with health). It’s stressful, I know! I’m suffering as well haha;; But don’t give up, alright? You can do it!!
Sidenote: has…has this been done yet…pRObAbly??? also the line break is definitely stolen from one
of my fave movies of all time yes goodbye
It’s very few days that the sun decides to dip down in rays,
like little holes in the cloud layers that let out filtered droplets of
sunshine in fabulous columns.
It was a beautiful sight, especially on a day as dull as
Juvia admired the sunlight shafts with interest. Even though
they were beautiful and rare, she could smell it in the air. It was going to
rain later that day, she could feel it.
“He-ey, Juvia, what are you doing?” Lucy, Juvia’s best
friend, asked her, pulling at the gray fabric of her long buttoned jacket
“Nothing,” she spoke, pulling the knitted, frayed edge of
her cotton-candy blue scarf closer to her mouth, somewhat embarrassed that Lucy
had caught her daydreaming.
“I swear,” Lucy drawled, tucking her hands into the
oversized pockets of her jacket. “You’re always daydreaming, don’t you
ever get tired of living in your own little world?” Lucy’s tone was teasing,
but Juvia couldn’t help but feel a jab of insecurity. Lately, she found herself
becoming less and less involved in real life, and more and more immersed in the
wonders of her imagination. As silly as it sounded, she had a habit of getting
lost in her thoughts.
“Not really. I’m pretty good at keeping it interesting.”
Juvia lightly joked, but still, she nursed her wounded pride silently on their
way to school.
Was it really wrong to wish that you lived somewhere else,
somewhere where anything was possible?
Her answer was the quiet, dull screaming of the subway
train. It was the same every day, the same train, the same screeching halt, the
same stop, the same people.
Like a song stuck on repeat, she bobs her head to the beat
of the music, wondering if someone would ever come along and change the tune.
clamo ad te, domine]
“It’s really terrible that they happened to let you sit by a
window.” Lucy snorted on the walk home, she had a habit of walking along
the sidewalk, balancing on the risen pavement like it was a sort of high-stakes
task that took all of her concentration.
“Hmm,” Juvia mumbled in agreement. She had lost track of
pre-calc so many times she was beginning to wonder if maybe she really did
have an imagination problem.
Juvia held her hand out. Two raindrops landed onto the back
of her knuckles and one slid down the expanse of her wrist, meanwhile the other
slid down her middle finger, two completely separate directions for two
identical droplets of water. Odd.
“You’re right.” Juvia agreed, tightening her coat and
shivering. “We should hurry to the station.”
Lucy nodded in acknowledgement, before hopping off the curb
and skipping towards the station stairs a few blocks away.
“So – you know, yesterday Yukino told me something kinda
juicy. Remember that guy you used to date, Bora? Well, he got a new girlfriend,
and she says that Minerva says that he’s trying to make someone
jealous, right? And so I thought – who would he try to make jealous? And
then I was like – duh – you! What do you think? Do you…Juvia? Juvia!”
Juvia blinked rapidly an looked Lucy in her wide, chocolate
“Sorry?” She mumbled, noticing the same confused, dumbstruck
look on Lucy’s face that she made whenever Juvia had missed something
“I don’t get you, Juvia.” She sighed, giving her a
sympathetic look before hurrying down the steps to get out of the now heavy
rain. The skies darkened, and were long void of those delicate rays of sunshine
Juvia had been admiring earlier.
Juvia said nothing in response to Lucy’s comment and only
silently followed her down to the subway station.
The station was only moderately full, and Juvia and Lucy
wasted no time swiping their cards and scurrying to the benches so they could
wallow in the wetness of their clothes and hope that they’d get home soon
enough to avoid catching a cold.
“Hm. Do you think that boy’s cute?” Lucy asked, pointing out
a young blonde boy in his late teens shuffling up by the cross fire.
“I guess.” Juvia muttered half-heartedly.
“Ugh.” Lucy groaned dejectedly, resting her head on
Juvia’s damp shoulder in defeat. “You’re hopeless.”
Juvia felt the rise and fall of Lucy’s chest, the comforting
repetitiveness was almost soothing, accompanied with the harsh screech of the
“Oh, look.” Lucy said, lifting her head and smiling
brightly. “Nice timing!”
Twin lights glowed dimly in the cavern between the train
station and the subway. Juvia brushed some imaginary dust off of her wet coat
and stood up, Lucy mirroring her actions obediently.
“I still think that boy is cute, do you think he’d take me
on a date if I asked him?” Lucy wondered, holding a piece of her hair and
twirling it next to her cheek, a slight habit of hers when she was smitten.
Juvia tried to make a sound of encouragement, something
along the lines of yes, Lucy, you could charm a thousand men with your siren
song, or something that might bring comfort to her already
distraught best friend, but her gaze stopped at the very edge of the station,
where the sharp drop off to the train tracks started.
“Lucy, do you…see…” she whispered, holding her hand out and
swiping, to make sure she wasn’t imagining things.
“Uh…what are you doing?” Lucy asked, like Juvia’s actions
were unbridled and ludicrous.
“Don’t you…see…?” She asked, wishing she could add one last monosyllabic
word to her fractured sentence.
Couldn’t she see him? He was…
The boy was standing, staring out to the opposite end of the
corridor ominously, almost like he was going to jump down, to end his life to
the speeding of the subway, it’d be quick, painless-
“Hey,” she spoke up, stepping forward and cutting past the
ghosts of the people around her. She couldn’t see them – they didn’t matter,
only him, only him-
“Juvia, what are you-“
Lucy’s voice became lost in the crowd, along with everything
else. Time slowed down, the world stopped, it was just her, and him.
He turned, like he had sensed a minor disturbance in his
everyday life and stared at her, eyes as dark as coal and hair like
frayed silk. He stared at her, almost as if he could see straight through her,
straight through her mind and body and directly into her soul.
Her heart paused, like it was trying to remember what it had
been doing just a second ago. Her mouth opened to say something, she didn’t
quite know what, but she knew it had to be something.
His head tilted a fraction to the side, studying her, like
he was confused. Juvia took a few more steps towards him, the reckless abandon
and flurry of strangers behind her long forgotten like a sandcastle too close
to the shore.
Her hand reached out almost as if she wanted to grasp him,
but he was still ten feet in front of
Then, he stopped short. His head darted back to the subway
corridor like he had heard something disturbing.
Then, arms geared back , he stepped forward, three, two,
And he jumped.
The train was seconds away, it was going to hit him,
oh god, why wasn’t anyone else scared, why wasn’t anybody doing anything?
In the midst of her fear gripping her like a well-endowed
sword, she studied the area around her, blank faces, empty voices, it was like
no one could see him, n one could see her, the was just an illusion…
She looked down at her hands and felt her breath come in
Five seconds, five seconds until the train collided with him
– what was he doing? Did he have a death wish?
Without thinking, her mind whirred like clockwork and hr
legs pumped forward, faster and faster, in tune with the ticking of her heart, five
seconds, five seconds to go-
And she jumped.
She collided with the boy, her body making a soft poomf noise
as if she had run into a very squishy pillow instead of a human boy.
He looked down at her, stainless black iron eyes blazing.
His mouth opened, to yell at her, to scream, but no words came out. She yanked
the slippery fabric of his collared jacket so harshly she heard the zipper
break. She shove him face-first, in a snowstorm of adrenaline, onto the ground,
and jumped on top of him.
One second, one second to go.
Her head ducked, she could smell the grease and steam
emitting from the screeching train, no time left, and the last thing she
felt before the blackness was a wildfire in the back of her head and a scream- Lucy’s
scream – echoing across the gaunt corridors, bouncing off the walls and
haunting her memory to the very core.
And then – nothing.
please feel free to murder me for this, will most likely delete in the morning bc katie wtf
I’m curious AF and I want to know which tabs are opened on your internet browser right now.
So the rules are simple :
Screenshot your opened tabs if you can, and describe them :) Tag at least 5 people you want to spy :)
Starting on the left….
- was-studiere-ich.de: I’m going to be finished with school this year and so I should start looking at universities and more importantly what I want to study (I have no idea yet). So right now I’m just looking at the possibilities I have.
- Tumblr: I think everyone on here knows about tumblr haha.
- Youtube: I’m watching Joko und Klaas right now because they always make me laugh.
- PONS: It’s an online dictionary which helps me with french and sometimes english (and I still need to do homework today).
- AO3: I want to read a fic tonight so I’m looking which one I should go for :)
this is honest to god the most active response i’ve ever gotten to a photoset holy shit. Alright guys I get it I should stop and desist, this was an awful idea–
it’d be a shame if someone started
writing that AU, huh
10 years ago
Rukia sleeps like the dead. The irony of this isn’t lost on
Ichigo, as he glances out the corner of his eyes to see her out like a light
against his covers, her homework splayed everywhere like she isn’t just going
to make him do it for her at the last minute again. Her eyes are closed and she
looks peaceful, even as her arms are twisted under her at an awkward angle. She
was going to get cramps if she kept sleeping like that. He calls her name,
softly and then a little louder, but she doesn’t budge an inch.
He sighs and gathers her up in his arms; she stirs a little,
murmuring a sleepy protest that he ignores. He settles her in the closet and
arranges the blankets, taking a moment to study the lines of her face.
“Idiot,” he mutters, “stop falling asleep on my bed. I’ll
just push you onto the floor next time.”