-Bunny grin Jungkook
-Noona (idk who’s she😛)
-Jungkook with bouquet flowers are killing me
-JOOOOOOOOOOHN ASDFHJKKLLL im sorry im sorry im sorry *bow bow bow🙇🙇🙇
-Dinner with Jungkook,a romantic one. Ughhh
-idk about those last gifs. Ok.bye.
Please give me a fic where the Legends are there for the Music
Meister crossover and Mick (and Len!?!) are A) absolutely furious with
how this bottom feeding white bread alien jackass treats Kara and her
boundaries and B) how no one seems to notice there are major issues here
She was affectionately known as The Girl Who Stole The World.
She folded the whole thing up like a map, mountains and continents and all, and stuffed it deep deep down into the bottom of her purse.
And then she just took off; running, some said, but who could be sure?
I came into the story three days too late to have any affect on the outcome. The ink was already dry. The sun had already set on some impossible, unknowable horizon. Imagine light slipping backwards over a hill you can’t quite perceive. It was like that, but slower, and more slippery.
She still drops a line every now and again, a lone letter dropped into a cosmic mailbox somewhere out beyond the stars. This is how gods start rumours, writing them amongst the outer realms of the universe.
Slowly, the little bits of learning come cascading down to us. Often in the form of rain, or the severed heads of angels.
Tiberiaus was in his study, sorting through the various mountains of paperwork that often befell a Warden of his stature. He had just gone over a recent report from his scouts in the Fjord, nodding once as he moved the paper, and damned near threw a fit at finding a picture beneath it. “FOR THE LOVE OF THE LIGHT. I SWE-…Hey, actually. This guy looks a lot like a Ranger that I used to know.” He leaned down, looking over the picture before holding it up to the light. “I imagine if I was a woman, I’d be swooning. But the real question is…he looks to be covered in sweat and grime, yet his hair is still full and seemingly conditioned. I must know the secret, because…”
He held a hand to his chest, looking up at nothing in particular.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’