i'm in love with this sentence okay

Deadpool (2016) Sentence Starters
  • "Shit... did I leave the stove on?"
  • "You're my hero!"
  • "No, no, no, THAT I ain't."
  • "I had another Liam Neeson nightmare."
  • "You know, they made three of those movies. At some point you have to wonder if he's just a bad parent."
  • "What the SHIT?"
  • "I'm gonna wait out here, okay?"
  • "Fake laughter. Hiding real pain."
  • "I'm about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late 90s."
  • "Yeah, technically, this is murder."
  • "Love is blind, ____."
  • "This shit's gonna have nuts in it."
  • "You're a lovely lady/man, but I'm saving myself for ____."
  • "That's why I brought him/her."
  • "Do you like what you see?"
  • "Your face is the stuff of nightmares."
  • "Like a testicle with teeth."
  • "You will die alone."
  • "You look like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado."
  • "So, am I suppose to just smile and wave you out the door?"
  • "Think of it like spring cleaning."
  • "Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of happiness."
  • "Finish fucking her the fuck up."
  • "Language, please."
  • "Suck a cock!"
  • "I'd go with you, but... I don't want to."
  • "If your right leg is Thanksgiving and your left leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?"
  • "Maximum effort."
  • "I'd say that you sound like an infomercial. But not a good one, like Slap Chop, more Shake Weight-y."
  • "Do you want any clothes that are not monochromatic? Have fun at your midnight showing of Blade II."
  • "Listen ___, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much."
  • "Wanna get fucked up?"
  • "Have you decided what you're gonna say to her?"
  • "Fuck me!"
  • "I don't have time for your goody two-shoes bullshit right now!"
  • "Why such a douche this morning?"
  • "Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up."
  • "Today was about as much fun as a sandpaper dildo."
  • "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
  • "You can't buy love, but you can rent it for three minutes!"
  • "That's the shit emoji. You know the turd with the smiling face and the eyes. I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long."
  • "You're really gonna fuck this up for me?"
  • "You've got something in your teeth."
  • "Do you have an off switch?"
  • "We have everything we need now."
  • "I swear to God, I will find you in the next life and I'm gonna boom-box Careless Whisper outside your window."
  • "Ever had a cigarette put out on your skin?"
  • "That was not mean! I'm proud of you!"
  • "I'm gonna need all the guns."
  • "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
  • "Seltzer water and lemon for blood."
  • "It reeks like old lady pants in here."
  • "Your crazy matches my crazy. Big time."
  • "Four or five moments. That's all it takes to become a hero."
my study moods
  • Tired but still going: eyes twitching, didn't sleep more than two hours last night (or not at all), "I can study a little bit more, it's okay"
  • Not today: opens book, reads a word, sighs, closes book
  • Doing a lot, learning a little: drinks 7 liters of coffee while listening to someone explain magnetic fields (even through I'm taking notes on biology), thinking about my to do list
  • The procrastinator: "I know I have like 36 chapters for tomorrow but I suddenly have this urge to research about aromatherapy"
  • Time traveling: studies for nine hours straight, "when did the sun go down?"
  • Inverse pomodoro: very proud because I wrote like two sentences, time to take a four hours break
  • Hate/love relationship: "I hate this subject" I mumble as I keep studying it
Lance dropping casual observations about Keith is a pure and good thing.

They’re on a new planet and Lance is trying out the food at a local festival. He’s thankful for the green goop and Hunk has done wonders in experimenting with the flavor, but sometimes a guy needs a little more variety. Or at least something that tastes like coconut. He grabs some sort of kabob looking thing and takes a small bite. As soon as the flavor hits him, he’s bounding across the room waving the dish excitedly in Keith’s face shouting, “Dude you HAVE to try this, you’re gonna love it.”

It’s hot pink with green stripes an….fuzzy? Keith raises an eyebrow at the striped mammalian horror for a moment, then narrows his eyes at Lance. “It’s not going to turn me green or make me throw up is it?”

Lance rolls his eyes. “That was one time, get over it already. Nothing weird is going to happen, I just know you have a sweet tooth so I think you’ll like it.”

Keith is blindsided by the statement. How does Lance even know that? What the quiznak? He doesn’t realize he’s silently staring at Lance until the blue paladin is waving the food in his face once again. “Are you gonna try it or what?”

Keith brushes the surprise off; he’ll think about it later. “Um… yeah, sure. Stop trying to stab me in the face with it, jeez.”

Keith ends up eating 11 of the seussian skewers before they go back to the castle for the night.



“What are you nervous about?”

Keith’s posture stiffens. He didn’t even hear Lance enter the common room. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”

Lance climbs over the back of the couch to seat himself on it - because he can’t just be normal and walk around to sit like a normal person - before answering. “You’re staring off into space, ha, and messing with the Velcro on your gloves. You only do that when you’re nervous about something.”

“How do you even know that?!” The question tumbles out of Keith’s mouth without explicit permission.

Lance pulls his legs up to cross them and raises an eyebrow. “I pay attention, obviously.” He looks away before adding “So….what’s wrong.”

They talk for a while. It’s not a magic cure, but Keith doesn’t feel like the universe is completely falling apart afterwards. It’s…nice.

Pidge finds the t-shirt on one of their trips to the space mall. It says something along the lines of “Edge Lord” on it in an alien tongue and Pidge thought it was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen an immediately bought it. Keith wrinkles his nose at it, but leaves the room to pull it on anyways. He’s never really had a family, but Pidge is so much like a younger sibling and they looked so proud of the gift. He doesn’t want to let them down. So, he slips it on and marches back into the training deck, determined to not be embarrassed. Which meant that Lance had made his way into the room just before Keith returned, of course.

Lance actually does a double take before he’s consumed with laughter. Keith pouts. When the full body howling finally dies down to more of a giggle, Lance looks over at Pidge. “Is THAT the shirt you bought him?”

They grin, “Yup.”

“God bless you Pidge. I can’t believe you got him to wear it though, Keith hates the color orange.” There’s no time for Keith to wonder how it is that Lance became privy to that information because Lance gives him another look over and grins. “With good reason too. It’s definitely not your color dude.”

Keith immediately pulls the boot off of his left foot and chucks it at Lance’s head. He doesn’t actually throw it hard, but he also doesn’t miss. 

Hunk finds a shop that sells space candy on another trip to the space mall a few weeks after the t-shit incident. They look and taste like jelly beans and even come in a myriad of assorted colors. Everyone on the ship is basically obsessed with them. No one brings it up, but the space jellies, as lance loving calls them, remind everyone on the team of home. It’s bittersweet and Coran makes sure the kitchen is well stocked with them. 

It’s the middle of the night and Keith can’t sleep, so he drags himself to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Lo and behold, he notices a certain Cuban boy sitting on the counter tossing space jellies in the air and trying to catch them with his mouth. Lance’s antics are ridiculous, but they’re also kind of…. endearing? Keith shakes the thought from his head and rolls his eyes for good measure before making his way to the pantry. 

If it had been anyone else, there would have been at least three boxes left and a cold juice sitting there waiting for the taking. BUT it’s Keith, so that means the last box of space jellies is currently being consumed by Lance who rattles a half finished box and says, “Looking for these?”

When Keith turns to face him, Lance is grinning from ear to ear. It’s definitely not cute. “You took the last one.”

Lance’s smile doesn’t falter at Keith’s grumpy tone. “Sure did.”

Keith huffs and turns back to the pantry, resigns himself to grabbing a bag of little pea shaped things that taste like banana at first, but leave a burnt toast aftertaste. Pidge is obsessed with them, Keith doesn’t really get it but he needs something to snack on so he sits a the table and tears opens the bag.

A few minutes go by and the silence is only broken up by Lace humming a few bars of some song Keith has never heard before. He likes it though and he’ s almost tempted to ask Lance to hum it a little louder. But that’s weird. So he just stares at his pea things and occasionally places one in his mouth.

A box is suddenly placed in front of Keith as Lance slides onto the seat directly across from him smiling. “You like the black ones, right?” He says it with an air of confidence that only Lance possesses but there’s some sort of undertone to it that Keith can’t quite identify. Fondness maybe?

Keith shifts his gaze from the boy in front of him back down to the box of space jellies. There are quite a few of Keith’s preferred jellies in there and it almost seems like Lance had planned on saving all of them for Keith before he even came into the kitchen. Keith pushes the thought away and looks back up at Lance to mutter a thank you. When Lance smiles this time it’s blinding and genuine. Keith has to avert his gaze yet again, because when Lance gives him that specific brand of smile… his heart starts to do weird things.

The humming starts again and when Keith is done with his jellies they clean up and Lance walks him to his room. The “Goodnight” Lace utters before heading to his room is accompanied with a small wave and a soft smile. Keith falls back to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. 

They’re sitting side by side on the floor of the bridge staring upwards at the holographic image of Earth’s sun and all of the stars surrounding it. It doesn’t happen every night, not that there’s really a night or a day in space, either way they should both be asleep at these time none the less, but it’s not uncommon for one of them to find the other sitting by a window looking out at the endless space that surrounds them at all times now.

Sometimes they just sit together in comfortable silence. Sometimes they make up stupid constellations to make one another laugh. Occasionally they’ll both lay down next to each other as they look out a window at an unfamiliar planet and talk about all kinds of things in muted tones. 

Tonight though, there was something about the look in Lance’s eyes that made Keith take him by the wrist and lead him to the bridge to look at the familiar stars they’d both grown up staring at. 

Keith smiles as he points to another cluster and says, “That’s Lyra.”

Lace looks up. “It’s small.”

“Yep.” The red paladin nods. “It’s the 52nd constellation in order from largest to smallest, but Vega is part of the constellation and that’s the fifth brightest star in Earth’ s night sky.”

Lance pulls his legs to his chest and rests his chin on his knees. “Isn’t there a myth behind it about a musician or something?”

“Yeah, Orpheus. The story is pretty sad actually.”

Lance spares Keith a glance paired with a smirk before looking back at the hologram. A half smile shouldn’t twist Keith’s stomach like that, but it does. “Greek mythology usually is Keith.” There’s a brief pause before Lance turns back to Keith again and asks “Will you tell me the story?” 

This time Lance doesn’t look away. His gaze is fixed on Keith and the expression he’s making and the tone of voice he’s using isn’t quite as unfamiliar to Keith anymore as it was four months back. In fact, he gives Keith that look every night they sit together under the stars, and sometimes throughout the day when he thinks no one is looking, or when he catches Keith laughing at one of his jokes. Lance looks at Keith like precious, like he’s the most beautiful thing in the universe and it never fails to make Keith’s mouth go dry or increase his heartrate.

“You don’t want to hear me ramble about some random Greek tragedy.” He can’t look away from those eyes. Who awarded Lance the right to have such perfect blue eyes? They’re the pools of water you land in when you’ve followed the river down the waterfall and Keith has never been a strong swimmer. It’s not fair.

“I do.” Lance sounds so sincere. Why does he have to sound like that? Why is his voice so soft and fond? Two syllables came out of that mouth. Simple words, three letters, one space between the first and the last two when written down, and they still manage to knock the breath from Keith’ s lungs. 

When it’s just him and Keith, Lance is different. The obnoxious jokes, and the issuing of lame little competitions between the two of them, and the occasional bickering are all still there even when they’re alone. Keith just feels like there’s something…extra. Like bonus content you only get when you’ve purchased the collector’s edition of a game or something. Lance’s edges get softer and he’s more honest about what he’s feeling when no one else is in the room. He’s  a little more sincere, more prone to being serious, and it’s stunning.

“Please? I like to hear your voice.” Keith still can’t manage to tear his eyes away from the boy sitting next to him, and he knows. He knows that he’s beat red. It’s so, so embarrassing, but he still takes a deep breath when his lungs figure out how they’re supposed to work again and he starts telling the story. 

“So, you were right. Orpheus was a musician, but not like any run of the mill musician, he was the best harpist in all of Greece, even the gods acknowledged his talents.” Lance whistles and Keith tries very hard to not be distracted by the way his lips pucker to make the sound. “Umm…. So, on his wedding day his wife, Eurydice, got separated from the wedding party and got bit on the heel by a snake while she was running away from a Satyr with… less that pure intentions and died.”

“That’s awful.” It’ s almost a whisper.

“Yeah, it really is.” Keith pauses for a moment to silently mourn a fictional nymph. Which, okay yeah it’s probably dumb, but whatever. If Keith had learned anything in the last six months of constant warfare, it’s that patience yields focus and you should always respect the dead. He continues, “Anyways, Orpheus was so heartbroken that he decided to take a journey to the underworld to strike a bargain with Hades to get her back. So when he got there he just started playing this song, and it was so beautiful that even the stones around them start crying and it moved both Hades and his wife Persephone’s hearts or whatever, so Hades cut him a deal.”

“He told Orpheus that if he started walking to the gates of Hell Eurydice would follow behind him and be returned to the world of the living, but only if he didn’t look back at her until they were both out of Hades’ domain. So he walked and walked and had to keep reminding himself that no matter how much his heart told him to, he couldn’t look back. So, when he reached the upperworld he finally looked back, except he forgot to account for the fact that Eurydice could be farther than a foot behind him. She hadn’t reached the entry yet, so she was dragged back down to stay in the world of the dead.”

Lance makes a small sound, whining sound. It’s the same sound Lance always makes when he hears something sad or sees wounds on a comrade after a battle. Keith reaches a hand out to push Lance’s bangs back partly because he knows it’s the easiest way to sooth the blue paladin, and partly because it was an excuse to touch him.

He pulls his hand back, not without reluctance but he still has the rest of the story to tell and being mesmerized by Lance melting under his fingertips would be a little too distracting for Keith to remember how words work. “After that he only ever played sad music. There are a few different versions of how the myth ends, but the one that’s told most often is that in his grief he didn’t pay tribute to the god of wine and he was torn limb from limb as punishment. The muses carried his harp into the sky to form Lyra and immortalize Orphus’s tragedy in the night sky.”

All at once there’s a weight on Keith’s side that was not previously there. Lance had closed the small space between them so that he could rest his head against Keith’s should and lean into him. 

Lance makes an amused sound. “Of course your favorite constellation in the sky would be the one with the with the most depressing love story behind it.”

Keith furrows his brow. He’s been pointing out different constellations all night and he just doesn’t get how Lance picked out his favorite one so easily. His heart does something weird again. It’s painful and also…  pleasant? warm? nice? 

Keith does it too, though. Off of the top of his head he could tell you that Lance hates everything remotely flavored like cooked carrots, but will eat anything that tastes like raw ones. He could write poems about how Lance always worries his bottom lip with his teeth when he’s not quite sure what to say. He could almost list all of the names of the people in Lance’s absurdly large family in alphabetical order and tell you at least two facts about each one of them. Keith could tell you all about how Lance mumbles under his breath in Spanish when he’s scared or exhausted. It wouldn’t sound as pretty, but he could hum you all of the songs Lance sings when he’s happy.

Keith know without a shadow of a doubt why he remembers every tiny detail that Lance has ever revealed to him. There wasn’t a specific moment he realized he was in love with Lance, it had been happening slowly for a long time now. And, yeah, Keith thinks he has an idea as to  why Lance knows so many small truths about him too. He’s just… never asked for confirmation. So he plays with the velcro on his gloves for split second before deciding to take them off completely and setting them aside. He burns a hole in the projected image of Earth’s sun and bites the bullet.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

Lance lifts his head from Keith’s should and settles his chin in it’s place so that he gets a better view of Keith’s profile. “Doing what?”

Keith musters up the courage to turn his face and look directly into Lance’s eyes. Their noses are almost touching now. “Noticing all of these… I don’t know, these like, obscure little things about me that no one else notices. Like knowing I like black space jellies when I’ve never actually vocalized anything about that, or remember when Hunk tried to shove that plant in my face so I could smell it and you swatted it out of his hands because it looked like a tulip and you remembered I was allergic to them. Or knowing that my favorite color is blue and that my least favorite is burnt orange.”

“To be fair burnt orange is an awful color in general.”

“Okay, yeah, but you always know when I’m upset, or nervous, or happy because of some weird hand gesture that I usually don’t even know I’m doing until you point it out. Why do you know all of those things Lance? Why do you remember them?”

One of Lance’s eyebrows quirks up and he teases, “Do you really want to know?”

Keith let’s out an exasperated breath. “Well, I asked didn’t I? So yeah Lance, I want to know.”

The smirk falls off of Lace’s face and he shifts himself to sit on his feet so that his body is facing Keith’s. Lace keeps his eyes trained on the floor, looking like he’s waging some sort of internal battle, and when he finally looks back up at Keith there’s determination burning in his expression and maybe a little fear. 

Lance opens his mouth to speak…and then he closes it. He does this four times before bringing his folded hands up from his lap to cover his face. Lance complains into his hands in hushed Spanish. 

When he peaks out from between his fingers and then drops them uselessly back in his lap, his cheeks and ears are an adorable shade of red and he smiles at Keith sheepishly. “You know, for someone who talks so much, I’m really not all that great with words when it comes to stuff like this.” 

The words are accompanied by a self deprecating laugh. Keith frowns and tries to make his voice sound encouraging when he says “Take your time.”

Lance smiles, but there’s a bitter edge to it. “That’s the thing though, all I’ve been doing is taking my time. I’m kind of sick of it honestly. I keep trying to find the exact right words to say to you and I practice in my head and then as soon as I consider opening my mouth to say it, I just forget how to talk or I say something dumb. And it’s just so ridiculous, you know? Because it doesn’t have to be some drawn out dramatic speech like I keep telling myself. It’s actually just so stupidly simple and I don’t get why I’m so scared to mess it up. But really, how hard is it to say “because” and follow it up with three words? I look at you an I just…” Lance stares at him. “I just…” Lance lifts his hands and places them on either side of Keith’s face. 

Keith’s heart is trying to make its great escape by bludgeoning it’s way out of his chest. He’s pretty sure his entire rib cage is turning to dust and his body is down a set of lungs. They’ve just ceased existing. What are lungs? No clue, never heard of them.

“Keith.” Lance’s voice cracks just a little when he says the name and he swallows and starts again. “Keith. Keith Kogane. My buddy, my pal. I know that you have a sweet tooth, and that you love a good hug but don’t know how to ask for one when you need it. I know that you’re smart, and talented, and think butterscotch candies are the sole creation of the devil himself.”

Keith can’t help the laughter that escapes him and it makes Lance smile the way he always does when Keith so much as chuckles.

“I know that you have the best laugh I’ve ever heard. You have no idea how much I love that laugh. Seriously. I know you collect snow globes, and love conspiracy theories-”

“They’re not all just theories Lance, there’s a lot of evidence out -”

“Shhhhhh, you asked me a question and I’m trying to answer it and I’m kind of on a roll after mumbling for five minutes about how this wasn’t going to be some drawn out thing. But I’m just focusing on you instead of some practiced speech and I’m actually forming mildly coherent sentences, so be quiet. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”

“I know a bunch of tiny little facts about you, and yeah sure part of that is because I’m super observant and totally cool,” he winks, “but I notice all of those things specially about you because…” Lance swallows hard and takes a calming breath. “I lo-”

Keith has been told many times that he gives into impulses too quickly, that he’s too impatient. And…yeah, it’s true, absolutely, and he’s working on it. No, really, he is! Try as he might though, he couldn’t handle another second of wanting to kiss Lance and not doing it when the opportunity clearly presented itself. 

It’s not the smoothest first kiss, but it’s not all teeth and bumping noses either, and it leads into soft drawn out kisses, and kisses that can barely even be called that because the two of them are grinning so wide. 

When Keith pulls away a faux pouty expression take over Lance’s face. “You didn’t even let me finish.” He starts to waggle his eyebrows in the most obnoxious way possible and says “These lips were just irresistible huh? I guess I’m just too smoochable.”

How the hell does Keith find this so cute? 

“Hey, Keith?” 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

Am I missing something about the baby squirrels that everyone else knows? Because I'm incredibly curious as to the story behind that sentence.

Okay, well, let me tell you a story,

A few years back I was walking in the Abbey grounds with a friend. It was a lovely summers day, everything was as it should be. But then there came this ungodly shrieking from a huge oak tree - I’m talking ‘oh my god, someone is clearly murdering a cat!’ kind of ungodly shrieking - and we ran over to see that a large male grey squirrel had attacked another squrrel’s drey (nest) and literally THROWN 4 tiny baby squirrels out of the tree.

These babies were little, and screaming, and writhing in pain and fear. One of them was badly injured. Naturally I couldn’t leave them to die - especially not like that. It was obvious that their mother wouldn’t be able to recollect them - she was fighting to the death with the intruder, who was bigger and stronger, and there are cats and foxes EVERYWHERE in the Abbey. They were done for.

So I did what I think any stupidly compassionate fool would do; I stripped off my t-shirt (it was my ‘liberté égalité fraternité one) - thankfully I had my binder underneath so I wasn’t half-naked - and gently scooped all four of them up in it. 

I got them home and settled them into a cardboard box with some bedding, water, and a hot water bottle. I then immediately looked up the local wildlife rescue to see what could be done.

I learned 3 valuable pieces of British wildlife law that day:

  1. If you take grey squirrels to a British wildlife charity, they will probably euthanize them. This is because they are an invasive species
  2. For the same reason, it is actually ILLEGAL to rescue grey squirrels.
  3. And on a similar note, if you DO, it is then ILLEGAL TO RELEASE grey squirrels back into the wild.

So I was stuck, illegally hoarding baby squirrels. 

Now, I understand the damage invasive species do - honestly. But I also knew there was no way I could let 4 baby animals die horribly just because of their species - a species humans had introduced, afterall. I also figured that, given the huge population of cats and foxes in Glastonbury, as adults they wouldn’t really get to breed in a manner that would cause any kind of strange population spike beyond what would have happened anyway. The way I saw it, these 4 tiny creatures could hardly do any more damage to the environment, and they deserved at least a chance. I would never have slept at night again if I had let them die.

So this is the point where I said ‘fuck the police!’ and embarked upon raising my small angry children. I named them liberté, égalité, fraternité, and beyonce. Tragically, the one named Beyonce died - she was too injured, but at least she went comfortably, in a warm quiet room with her siblings around her, and not on the cold hard ground in agonising pain. 

I fed them milk from a pipette. And then rat food, since I had rats at the time. They thrived. They grew. I was so damn fucking proud. I was like a weird Daenerys Targaryen. Father Of Squirrels.

They were horrible by the way. Nasty, aggressive beasts. Liberté especially was a vicious creature, but I was proud, since I knew he’d do well. He had a fighting spirit (he escaped in my bedroom once and had to be captured in a hat)

Eventually I was able to release them quietly and secretly in a small wooded glen near my house. I still wonder if they’re alive today. I suppose it was morally ambiguous of me, considering their species, but personally I couldn’t let animals suffer because of wildlife laws.

I sort of privately hope my illegal squirrels are thriving.

Writing Challenge part 2

OKAY IT’S ON! Here’s my reply to @prettynasty

1. That’s when I realized that there was no match for him. No one could ever make me feel like he did, no matter how hard they tried.

2. She knew her calendar like the back of her hand, always prepared for everything and everyone. However nothing could have prepared her for him.

3. He was north, she was south. He was the moon, she was the sun. Their love always present, but never allowed. 

4. And as soon as he smiled that persuasive smile, she knew. 

5.  His art was excellent - there was no other word. I felt tears in my eyes, and as I studied his work further, the tears streamed down my cheeks. I had no idea why I was crying, but I just couldn’t help myself.

6. She was haunted by his touch. It was like his hands were actually there, hovering over her, but never actually touching her. 

7. As he walked down that all too familiar street he felt a pang of nostalgia.

8. Autumn was named after her mothers favorite season. Her mother had always loved the changing of the leaves, and the promise of a new beginnings. So she named her only daughter after it. 

9. He awoke with a feeling of absence. He looked to his side, and sure enough his wife was nowhere to be found. Perplexed, he walked to the kitchen to find her in her pyjamas and a ‘kiss the chef’ apron, with flour on her nose and a grin on her face. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to make your favorite cookies.” 

10. And there they were, at the crack of dawn, sitting on the beach. Their friendship stronger than ever, and their hearts full of love. 

11. She looked at him, trying to make her smile look less perplexed than it probably did - however failing miserably.  

12. She considered herself rich in the best sense of the word. She had all the love she could ever wish for, and her heart was full. 

13. Her feelings for him came like thieves is the night, uninvited and unwanted. However she couldn’t deny that they were now in fact present. All she could do was decide how to deal with them. 

14. She tried to act unaffected by his cruel actions, but his words felt like a dagger in her heart. He had never loved her, only pretending to care. As he walked away, her knees gave out and she fell to the floor - broken. 

15. They sat quietly on the abandoned rooftop, watching the breathtaking sunset. No words were exchanged, or needed for that matter. They had each other, and that’s all that they cared about. His hand etched closer to hers, and he finally mustered up the courage to take her hand. His hearts was beating so hard, he thought it might break out of his chest at any minute. But the moment she laced her fingers with his, he knew. He loved her, and he would spend the rest of his life making sure that she was aware of this fact. 

16. She looked out the window of the small café, watching the heavy rain turn to a gentle drizzle. She felt content - that is until she saw him. He was standing across the road, looking straight at her. His eyes were partially covered by his now soaked hair, but she still felt his stare. After what felt like an eternity, he made his way over to the café. Her breath caught in her throat when the entrance bell rang, and he sat down across from her. He looked at her, running his hands through his wet hair. He licked his chapped lips, like he was preparing himself for the words he were about to say. “I’ve missed you”. 

17. As they walked through the mall hand in hand, he couldn’t hold back his smile. She was telling him about the bunnies that her best friend had just bought, and how she now wanted one as well. Her eyes lit up as she talked about their fluffy ears and cute little butts. He leaned down to kiss her nose, making her blush. “I love you” he said while lightly touching her cheek. She smiled and leaned up to kiss his chin. “Enough to buy me a bunny?”. He brushed his thumb across her cheek and lightly kissed her lips. “Enough to buy you all the bunnies and other fluffy creatures in the world”. 

18. They lived their lives as parallel lines, always going in the same direction, but never actually touching. 

19. They were on the phone, talking like they did every night. He was singing to her, his voice like a symphony. This was the only way she could fall asleep these days. Him being so far away was hard, so falling asleep to his beautiful voice was her favorite way of pretending that he was right there beside her. 

20. She was sitting at the huge dinner table, all alone like usual. He had promised that he would come home for dinner, but once again she had been a fool for trusting him. 

21. Considering their history she really shouldn’t have trusted her, not the slightest. However she was currently in the need of a friend, and who was she to deny anyone when she was this desperate. 

22. She came home from a long day of work, hearing her favorite sound in the whole world - her sons laughter. She put down her bag and took off her shoes and jacket. She walked to the living room to see her husband and son playing on the couch. Her heart felt so full, she thought it might explode. 

23. His thumb graced her cheek, wiping away the salty tears that she couldn’t hold i any longer. He kissed them away one by one, and held her as tight as he possibly could. His touch a reminder that she would never be alone - that she would always have him. 

24. He opened the door, walking into her room. He spotted it on his way to the bathroom, and being the curious creature he was, he just couldn’t help himself.

25.  And that’s when she knew - he had forever changed her. 

  • James: I love riding Jefferson--
  • Hamilton, chokes:
  • James: --Road.
  • Hamilton: Okay, wow, I thought you meant something else.
  • Thomas: I love riding Madison.
  • Hamilton:
  • Thomas:
  • Hamilton: Avenue? Road? Street? Lane?
  • Thomas: What are you going on about? That sentence was complete.
  • Hamilton:
  • James, idly: I love that, too.
a masterlist of prompts and sentence starters
  • [ SEND A SYMBOL FOR A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR MUSES ]
  • ☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella
  • ★: our muses stargaze together
  • ✈: your muse is going away for a time and says goodbye to my muse or vice versa
  • ❤: one of our muses says the first "i love you" to the other
  • ✿: your muse asks my muse to dance with them or vice versa
  • ☤: my muse visits your muse at the hospital
  • ☢: your muse tells my muse that they need to break up
  • ☯: our muses have their first kiss
  • ❅: our muses have a snowball fight
  • ☠: my muse visits your muse's grave
  • ▲: how our muses first met
  • ➳: how one of our muses asked the other on a first date
  • ✌: our muses' wedding
  • ⌚: my muse proposes to your muse or vice versa
  • [ SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING SENTENCES FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]
  • "Please don't leave me."
  • "I don't want to lose you, okay?"
  • "Because I love you!"
  • "And I thought I could trust you."
  • "I can't believe you forgot."
  • "What did you do this time?"
  • "We're going to get caught!"
  • "Kiss me."
  • "I'm sorry, I screwed up."
  • "I might be drunk."
  • "You look beautiful."
  • "That smirk is annoyingly hard to ignore."
  • "Stop staring at me!"
  • "Please go away, you can't see me like this."
  • "Come on, dance with me."
  • "I need you. I need us."
  • "You can't just lead me on like that!"
  • "I can't do this anymore."
  • "Oh, I'm nothing special."
  • "Just don't forget me, okay?"
  • "You have to let me go."
  • "We'll get through this together."
  • "You're not alone, you know."
  • "Shut up! I hate you!"
  • "I wish this could last forever."
  • "Maybe I was right in thinking that I should never have even fallen in love with you."
  • "What would the world be like without you?"
  • "Why do you like me so much?"
  • "Are you okay?"
  • "Shit, what did I do?"
  • [ SEND A TEXT FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]
  • [text]: Fuck you.
  • [text]: Where are you?
  • [text]: I'm sick.
  • [text]: I love you.
  • [text]: I wish I could be with you right now.
  • [text]: I'm at your door.
  • [text]: Is that all you care about?
  • [text]: Please stop talking about her/him.
  • [text]: Just come over, watch a movie, and cuddle with me.
  • [text]: Don't even start.
  • [text]: Is that all I am to you?
  • [text]: Help me.
  • [text]: Wait, what happened?
  • [text]: I can't go to sleep because you're on my mind.
  • [text]: I miss you.
  • [text]: Good night.
  • [text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you.
  • [text]: Tell me you didn't forget.
  • [text]: I've had such a bad day.
  • [text]: Don't talk to me ever again.
  • [text]: I have nothing if I don't have you.
  • [text]: After all we've been through, you can't leave me... please.
  • [text]: Breaking up over a text? You've stooped that low?
  • [text]: Can you stop ignoring me for a second?
  • [text]: Sometimes I worry that you won't know how much I love you.
A little love for the signs (From a Libra sun, Leo moon)
  • Dear Aries: It doesn't matter how dark times are, you are there for me. And I know you will always support me. You can make me happy like no one else can. You can say something that isn't even funny and I have to laugh with you. I could talk all night with you. About anything. You are full of light, full of life. You deserve everything bright.
  • Dear Taurus: Even though I've never really been so close to you to say that, I want you to know that you're worth it. You are beautiful, your smile helps people not to give up. So don't give up on yourself. You're strong and I know you smile through the pain, but it's okay. We all go through that and I wanted to tell you that you're not alone.
  • Dear Gemini: You are funny, you are witty, you always know how to make me laugh. I am inspired by you. You are so sociable, yet you know how to be alone and overthink things. You can do decisions by yourself, you don't hesistate to make the right choice. I admire you for that. Also, your art is beautiful. You are art.
  • Dear Cancer: I know we haven't been best friends. I know we had fights and that you broke my trust too often. But I realized, you are only a human being, just as me. Everyone keeps making mistakes, but no one wants to admit that. I hope for you that you'll be happy in the future. I want you to concentrate more on yourself, not on others because you are you, and no one can be that for you.
  • Dear Leo: Whenever I talk to you, it feels like we understand each other without saying a word. You are passionate and you are optimistic. You are the person I look up to, you brighten everyone's day, yet no one knows if you're dying inside. You are beautiful and you know it. You taught me it's completely fine to love yourself. So do it.
  • Dear Virgo: You're so selfless. You always try to help me, doesn't matter if you understand me or not. I know that sometimes it's hard for you to show that you care about me, but I notice in this little things you do for me that you do care. And that's fine. You're human. It's okay to break down. It's okay to talk to someone. You will get through this all. I'm right here by your side.
  • Dear Libra: I feel like everyone of you is my sister or my brother. You can make me feel special without knowing it. When we're talking about god and the world, it's like I've known you all my life, even if it's just hours. I want you to look at the mirror and say "I'm proud". Be confident. Believe in youself. Only if you try that, no one will stop you from loving yourself and the world.
  • Dear Scorpio: I don't even know where to start. You changed my life. You taught me things in an emotional way I never thought I'd experience. With every wise word you said you took my breath away. It doesn't matter how much time will fly, I will always remember you. You are my first love and you make everything feel so real. Everytime you look at me, I feel special. You taught me how to love someone and I taught you how to love yourself. Be happy. No matter how we're gonna end, I want you to remember us. You deserve the entire universe.
  • Dear Sagittarius: You doubt yourself more than anyone else. You wear that beautiful smile everyday, but inside you don't even know who you are. I have so much fun with you everytime we do something together. Don't let that happiness die. People look up on you. And you have to do your own thing. Don't give a shit what others think. Find out what you need, what you want and what you love. Everything else will come by time.
  • Dear Capricorn: You are one of the stongest yet most broken person I know. Or should I say, pretend to know? You hide your emotions, afraid of being hurt or replaced. I tell you something: There are people who love you and care about you. There is hope. You can have whatever you want in life, if you're just willing to accept your feelings and yourself.
  • Dear Aquarius: Being around you is like jumping from one cloud to another. Everything feels easier. Even maths. Life is easier with you. The weight of all the bad things in life are gone. I don't know how you're able to make me feel like this, but I'm sure it makes you very special and I hope you never stop making people feel like this because it's one of the best feelings ever.
  • Dear Pisces: If I'm sad, I know I can always talk to you. You always have a solution to my problem. Even if it's just a sentence like "It's okay, we will find a way.", it works. It makes me feel better. You're the most selfless person I've ever met and you're always there for your loved ones. Just take care of yourself, too, because your life is as important as the lives of everyone else.
  • Ruby: Hey Blake. Do you have a minute? *Ruby asked as she walked into Blake's cabin within the airship they used to travel to Patch.*
  • Blake: *Blake looked up from her book at Ruby and set the book down.* Sure. What's on your mind?
  • Ruby: *The hooded girl walked in right to the chair across from the bed where her friend sat, taking a seat as she claps her hands together and takes a deep breath through her nose.* ... I'll get straight to the point. *Ruby said pointing at Blake after a moment of silence.* You are in love with my sister right?
  • Blake: *At this the cat Faunus's ears short straight up.* E-Excuse me?
  • Ruby: My sister. You. In love with her. Correct? *Ruby phrased.*
  • Blake: *Blake stared at the younger huntress who stared unblinking at her.* I... What brought this up?
  • Ruby: Blake, It has been nearly a year, A YEAR, since we last saw each other and after we all got back together you haven't been about to take your eyes off her. *Ruby said bluntly.* Even after you told us all why you left, you kept looking at Yang.
  • Blake: *At first Blake's nervousness grow at the fact Ruby has taken notice to her inability to keep her eyes off of her sister, worried that it meant Yang surely noticed as well, until she pushed those thoughts away and thought it be best to create a small lie.* Ruby. I was looking at her arm. I know I shouldn't have but I just couldn't help but feel awful about what happened to her bec- *Blake started, knowing that it was partly true due to the heart break and guilt she felt when she first saw the robotic arm. Unfortunately, Ruby instantly called her bluff.*
  • Ruby: Uh-huh. Because we all know Arms come in different colors and are in our head. How else do we see? Oh wait those are our eyes. *Ruby sarcastically claimed, rolling her eyes while Blake frowned at being caught in the lie.* Sigh. Blake. I'm not judging you. It's okay if you do love Yang. Heck, I would be really happy I may get another sister if you do.
  • Blake: You... You would? *Blake questioned with some surprise.*
  • Ruby: Yeah. Of course. *Ruby smiled happily.* Why?
  • Blake: Well I mean, I'm... You know. *Blake muttered as she wiggled her ears.*
  • Ruby: What? Because you're a girl too? Come on Blake you know me and Yang.
  • Blake: No Ruby. I'm talking ab-wait what? *Blake stopped mid-sentence as she was once again surprised by her team leader.* You and Yang are... gay?
  • Ruby: Yeah. Well, I am. Yang is bi. *Ruby said slightly blushing.*
  • Blake: Heh, Looks like me and Yang have more in common then I thought. *Blake fought the urge to smile at the new information he learned about her partner, wishing she knew sooner but shook her head.* Anyway, what I meant before was because I'm a faunus.
  • Ruby: Blake. You being a faunus doesn't matter to any of us. In fact, I'm going to let you in on a secret only if you answer my question about how you feel about Yang and promise me something.
  • Blake: What promise?
  • Ruby: *Ruby stood up from the chair and moved next to Blake.* Promise me that you will never leave us, leave Yang, again. That you'll come to us and let us help and protect you, no matter what. *Ruby then wrapped her arms around Blake to pull her into a hug.* We are family, Blake. We love you just as much as you love us. One of us even more. *she whispered that last bit.*
  • Blake: . *Blake smiled as she returned the hug and after a few seconds spoke softly.* I promise... and yes.
  • Ruby: Glad to hear and to have you back Blake... Just know that if you break Yang's heart I will never forget you.
  • Blake: Hehe, Glad to be back Ruby. And Trust me, I will never leave her or any of you again. *Blake said, Watching Ruby smile then rise from the bed and headed towards the door.* Wait Ruby. What's the secret?
  • Ruby: *She paused at the doorway and looked back over her shoulder with a teasing smile.* Yang Reeeeeeally loves your cat ears. *That said Ruby disappear with a trail of rose petals leaving a blushing Blake alone with her thoughts.*
If we were a fire, we’d be sparked in the forest.

Where, for once, something was more alive than us.
—  Nicole Torres // First Chapter Sentence; Existing Magic;
Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog - sentence starters
  • 1: "Love your hair."
  • 2: "Oh goodness, look at my wrist, I gotta go."
  • 3: "Oh, I'm in pain! I think this is what pain feels like!"
  • 4: "Any dolt with half a brain can see that humankind has gone insane."
  • 5: "But it's plain to see, evil inside of me is on the rise."
  • 6: "Wow, sarcasm! That's original!"
  • 7: "Okay. Dude. You are not my nemesis."
  • 8: "Hello. You know me? Cool. I mean, yeah, you do. Do you?"
  • 9: "Don't plan the plan if you can't follow through."
  • 10: "It's not about making money, it's about taking money."
  • 11: "Are you kidding me? What heist were you watching?"
  • 12: "You give my regards to Saint Peter. Or whoever has his job... but in Hell."
  • 13: "Did you notice that he threw you in the garbage?"
  • 14: "It's curtains for you, _____. Lacy, gently wafting curtains."
  • 15: "That's weird. I ordered one frozen yogurt and they gave me two. You wouldn't happen to like frozen yogurt, would you?"
  • 16: "What a crazy, random happenstance."
  • 17: "And sometimes there's a third, even deeper level, and that one is the same as the top surface one. Like with pie."
  • 18: "____ threw a car at my head."
  • 19: "Is that the new catchphrase?"
  • 20: "I deserve to get in, you know I do. But killing? Really?"
  • 21: "I don't go to the gym. I'm just naturally like this."
  • 22: "We are meeting now for the first time."
  • 23: "I'm a fan of laundry."
  • 24: "She called him 'sweet'. How is he sweet?"
  • 25: "She talked to me. Why did she talk to me now?"
  • 26: "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."
  • 27: "That's not a good sound."
  • 28: "Killing isn't elegant or creative. It's not my style."
  • 29: "And I get what you want."
  • 30: "The world is a mess, and I just need to rule it."
  • 31: "See you at the aftermath."

anonymous asked:

Okay. I'm new here. And I don't know shit about fan art. But yours is some awesome shit (pardon my French) it's so expressive and awesome and cute and beautiful and baah idk what to say. Anyway, I love your art.

THANK YOU

i’m glad you think so!! this is super sweet of you to say ;o;

(also, as an aside, over the weekend i was exposed to a lot of french, and when you said “pardon my french” i was expecting to read an actual french sentence. or you were saying you apologize for poor english because your native language is french. i was also going to compliment you on your fantastic english. i am only now realizing the error of my ways)

Anonymous said:

Ah I just saw your art on my dash and I recognized it immediately!! I bought one of your comics at seacon!!

THAT’S SUPER NEAT

this makes me wonder who from cons that’ve never seen my work have happened to stumble across my stuff rather than the other way around!

hope you like the comic!! and the ones here! ♥♥♥

Anonymous said:

Just bought one of your purple dog shirts for ahbl in a few weeks!! ❤

!! NEAT–thanks! hope you have fun!

Anonymous said:

Hey I just wanted to say I love your art! I really want to learn to draw so I just wanted to know if you would have a problem if I copied one of your simple ones… I won’t post it if it bothers you! And of course I won’t tell people it is mine…

yeah, that’s totally fine! that’s how you learn! i did that a lot when i first started. all i ask is that you credit where credit is due!

Anonymous said:

I’ve been using that lil (and slightly maniacal) scout surrounded by flames gif in texting conversations with my friend because it is honestly one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen.

G O O D

anonymous asked:

And again, a prompt: She couldn't call him Savitar, not when he wore Barry's face.

(The Plan changes.  Iris really wishes she was a speedster right about now.)

“Hey,” Iris placates, stifling panic as she approaches the two speedsters in the grass.  Barry – their Barry, her Barry – has his gaze fixed on her, jaw clenched, not daring to make a move with a claw embedded in his back.  It has to hurt, but he doesn’t make a sound, staring at her.  Don’t come any closer, his burning golden eyes warn.

She nears.  Barry’s doppelganger smiles and drags her Barry back a step, his low groan reverberating in the air between them as the claw digs in deeper, halting her in her step.  “Iris,” he breathes, pleading, and she can’t listen, because he’s telling her to run.

“Let him go,” she tells his doppel without taking her eyes off him.  She can’t call him Savitar; not when he wears Barry’s face.

“Why?”  His doppel looks at her unblinking, a genuine question.  “Why?  There are a hundred billion just like him.  You want another Barry?”  They disappear and Iris’ scream doesn’t even have time to build before he’s back, holding a distinctly younger, clearly panicked Barry up by the throat.  “I can give you all the Barrys you want,” he growls, throwing the younger Barry to the ground, and a sonic blast forces him back before he can close.

Iris runs towards them, knowing she’s not fast enough, and her fingers close on empty air as Barry’s doppel disappears.  Appearing behind them, another twin holds his ground, a contemporary with clouded eyes.  His gaze fixes unerringly on her.  “All of them,” Barry’s doppel rasps, “are replaceable.”

They vanish.  Iris feels tears on her face but doesn’t say a word.  When the doppel returns with her Barry, she doesn’t hesitate.

“Why?  Because you’ll always be my Barry,” she tells them, plural, them, singular.

Her Barry stumbles, and Iris holds her breath when Barry’s doppel appears directly in front of her, scarred face, clouded eye, hands close enough to kill, and he looks into her eyes and asks, “How can you say that?”

Iris puts a hand on his shoulder and it burns, a nuclear force uncontained, but he doesn’t flinch back and neither does she.  “Because it’s true,” she tells him, and he steps back, repulsion like regret overtaking his expression, a mix of pain and panic, and abruptly he vanishes, leaving only wreckage in his wake, two shadows and one real Barry, hunched over his knees.

Weak with relief, Iris stumbles towards him, falling to her own knees beside him and hugging his head to her chest, holding onto him, don’t leave me, and he presses into her arms and insists quietly, “Iris, I’m okay.”

Her tears fall on his hair; does he know they were the last words he ever said to her before he died last time?  She hugs him and doesn’t say anything, afraid to shatter the peace, afraid to let go – aching to keep him.

X - ED SHEERAN || SENTENCE MEME
  • "I will only have these eyes for you."
  • "You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home."
  • "I swear it will get easier, remember that with every piece of you."
  • "I won't ever let you go."
  • "How'd I get so faded?"
  • "Tell me that you turned down the man who asked for your hand cause you're waiting for me."
  • "I know you're gonna be away a while but I've got no plans at all to leave."
  • "Just promise me, you'll always be a friend cause you are the only one."
  • "Baby if you wanted me then you should've just said."
  • "Don't fuck with my love."
  • "In any other summer could you have been my part time lover?"
  • "And if you hurt me, well that's okay baby."
  • "I'm a mess right now."
  • "Maybe I'm a liar but for tonight I wanna fall in love."
  • "I messed up this time."
  • "You look so wonderful in your dress."
  • "Should this be the last thing I see I want you to know it's enough for me. Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need."
  • "He's not the right guy for you."
  • "I don't wanna love you."
  • "I fall in love with you every single day."
  • "Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars."
  • "Oh baby, we found love right where we are."

anonymous asked:

hey! i'm kinda new to btob, and i'm still trying to get to know them. do u think u could give me a quick one sentence description of their personalities? i havent really been able to grasp them ^^; it's okay if u don't want to! u just seem like u know them pretty well :)

This is super cute and I’m gonna try it to the best of my abilities because I love my boys. Although, I don’t think that I can write just a quick sentence about them yikes. (Also they’re a super dorky loud beagle group I don’t think I can give a serious answer omG) 


Seo Eunkwang- (vocals) please don’t get me started he’s my ult bias, the tiniest leader you’ll ever see, his voice actually has the power to bring me to tears, literally one of the nicest voices i’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing?, tragic emo hot topic bird debut hair, super contagious nasty loud laugh, so so sweet, extra as hell

Lee Minhyuk- (rapper) cute hammo hamster boy with a body carved by angels, a super rough rap voice but also super soft singing voice, how does he do it, could punch me in the face, dresses like a dad, extra as hell

Lee Changsub- (vocals) an egg with the voice of a thousand angels, high key the weirdest but only for the laughs, a literal ball of sunshine, seriously he never fails to make me laugh, VISUALS THO, extra as hell

Lim Hyunsik- (vocals) a blinding eye smile that makes you fall in love immediately, so handsome, serves up the biggest boyfriend looks, lover of kermit the frog, composes the bops, lowkey extra as hell

Peniel Shin- (rapper) soft squish boy from chicago usa, kind of quiet until he’s not, needs more lines always and forever, has a dog named pennie and it’s the cutest thing, really loves to take photos, extra as hell

Jung Ilhoon- (rapper) inventor of The™ aegyo gwiyomi game, please don’t bring it up, king of comeback hair, thinks his british accent is Top Quality, a fashion god, looks normal but is probably one of the most extra as hell tbh

Yook Sungjae- (vocals) designated giant lovable maknae, lover of fishing, endearing speaker of english, actor of the century, somehow the most mature out of all of btob but respect? he doesn’t know her (esp. to changsub), still extra as hell


AnywAys I hope this gives you an idea of who btob are, literally just extra as hell and f u l l of passion. They love their melodies (fanbase) so so much and while I’ve only been a part of the community for a few months, they’re honestly one of the sweetest and funniest groups I have ever seen. Also if anyone wants to add anything else that’d be LIT I’m always up for a roast discussion about my boys

Okay, so I saw this on my dash and was curious so I grabbed 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami which is still by my bedside and I shit you not, this is the first full sentence on page 206…

“This is not about the mere loss of her virginity but rather the sanctity of an individual human being’s soul.”

Apparently that describes my love life. I’m dying. 

anonymous asked:

ALLIE CAN U BELIEVE YOUR ICONIC HQ DRAWING IS !! FUCKING !! ICONIC !! JUST LIKE YOU AND YOUR PERSONALITY OKAY FFS IM ALREADY EMOTIONAL I'M GONNA START CRYING IF I TYPE OUT HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU.. CRAP. lajsdl i don't even make proper sentences anymore when i'm messaging you can u believe it's gonna be our 7 month anniversary soon? As always, keep a lookout my angel, you never know what i might spring onto you one fine day <3 I LOVE YOU AND WILL ALWAYS SUPPORT YOU TAKE CARE -your Jiminnie

❤❤❤ GAAAAH my personality?????? man kpop fandom has been stressing me out lately so slowly assimilating back into animu has been such a good stress reliever i used to be so free, interpreting the characters, ships and AUs.. so thankyou for feeling the same nostalgia i do for my active haikyuu days jiminnie :’)

naynay515  asked:

"Why me?" Marinette questioned as she looked up at a very smug looking Chat Noir.

“Why me?” Marinette questioned as she looked up at a very smug looking Chat Noir.

“Because you’re friends with Ladybug, aren’t you?” he answered from his perch on her balcony. When she continued staring, his smile fell, and he dropped to the rooftop. “She asked me to protect you when-”

“I remember.” She frowned, staring down at the envelope in his hand. “But, why can’t you just give it to Ladybug yourself?”

He looked down. “Well, I’m… It’s…” He held it out to her. “Can you just please give it to her?”

“But you see her all the time.” Then, she noticed the soft blush across his cheeks and the way he fidgeted in place, and she realized exactly why he was asking for her help. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?” When he didn’t answer, she gently took the envelope from him. “Okay, I’ll um… I’ll give it to her. But, you can’t just stop by here like this. What if my parents see you?”

He nodded. “I won’t. I promise. And…thanks, Marinette.”


Send me a sentence, and I’ll write five (or so) more!

anonymous asked:

I miss jikook moments. We didn't get something new in a while (like 3 days :D). They are giving us so many moments that when there's nothing I feel like it's been years. Maybe that's what makes them real even more. I got so used to see them together everyday. They are like a real couple most of the time! And I wanted to say that your ship is so cute! When there's no new jikook I look at you guys and wow so cute, and the last ask... I ship it! So adorable, I'm jealous of relationship like that!

(isn’t nonalia cute!! i agree 100% ^^)

okay so at first when i read the first sentence i was like “wait what ‘let’s go baby’ literally happened not even a week ago” LMAO

and i feel you, i can’t believe we’re so well fed that we miss them when they haven’t shown their love to the world in 3 days lmao just remember we’re getting a new bv ep tomorrow so… wait for it

Originally posted by btskookiestan