I know requests are closed but the poem Annabel Lee came up in finals and i couldnt help but think of how much it suited nali while reading it. Perhaps you could make a piece based on it?
“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
“Do you know how it feels to watch the one you love die?”
I WANTED IT SO MUCH I WROTE THE THING. PLS FORGIVE. BASED ON 502, PREDICTION FOR 503. WEEP WITH ME. 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡
Lucy’s awakening was slow.
Her consciousness dragged itself to the forefront of her mind, its feet hesitant as if it knew that something bad was going to happened. It was so tempting to slip back into the comfortable, black nothingness and just…float there. But Lucy couldn’t do that, even though the rest of her body protested.
Gradually she became aware of the sound of footsteps and the chill of dank air brushing across her exposed skin. Each one of her cuts and bruises came alive with bursts of pain that had her wincing, feeling sinking back into her hands and feet and face.
Her ankles and wrists were trapped by something cold and hard, maybe metal, and something coarse was biting into her ribs and upper arms. Splintering wood dug into her back and underneath her thighs and Lucy realized, as her bleary eyes opened, that she was bound by rope and cuffs to a chair.
She was in a dark, stone-walled cell, her toes pressing into the cold floor.
And though that was unnerving in and of itself, it was the sight before her that had her heart stopping.
Imagine if Shakarian had happened late ME1/PostME1, how would have Garrus reacted to her death?
Garrus’ blue eyes were transfixed on the vid screen.
Breaking news. The
Alliance has just reported that Commander Shepard is formally considered killed
in action while scouting for Geth in the Attican Traverse. A memorial service
will be held tomorrow to honor the actions of the recent Savior of the Citadel…
Coffee had spilled out of his mug, scorching his hand but he
didn’t care. His mind was travelling at a million light years per minute, no Shepard couldn’t have been in the Traverse,
she could be somewhere in space, she’s a survivor…
“Vakarian!” his superior barked, “You gonna bring me that
coffee or what?”
He didn’t answer at first. The words resembled an echo, a
memory trying to bubble up to the surface. With his eyes still glued to the
screen, Garrus murmured, “I’m taking a few days off.”
“You heard me.” He snapped back into the moment like a
lightning rod, shoveing the coffee into his boss’ outstretched hand. “I have
something to take care of.”
Garrus didn’t care if he ever worked
at C-Sec ever again.
Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you
Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic)
Word Count: 1612
Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings
After a few days of sorting out Seb’s pay, schedule, and lines, finally, he was working with you. It was a slow process because he didn’t have much time to prepare, so you gave him as much time and patience to work as you could grant him. He did everything splendidly though.
During filming, you found yourselves always having lunch together. Having Sebastian on set was like a god send, a way to get your mind off your asshole producer who was always on your ass. So lunch with Sebastian was something you looked forward to every day. You always had something to talk about from work to hobbies to funny things you saw online to interactions with the new Marvel cast you were becoming quick friends with. He always seemed to find ways to brighten your day in the tiniest ways too, from bringing you your favorite drink, taking you to a good restaurant nearby, surprising you with a little bag of chocolates.
Hey Cili, you know the scene where Locus is leaning Felix against the car? Could you reverse that scene so it looks like Felix is pushing himself up to hug locus? I would very much like to see a Gif like that please.
C h e r r y I s L o l i x S h i p p i n g T r a s h
In the chaos of the aftermath of the battle, Elena was finding it hard to focus on anything. Tony was clamouring for Shawarma and Loki was making things right with Thor. The thoughts in her mind were overwhelming, and she had a throbbing headache. It was as if Sigyn was viciously attempting to break through Elena’s mind. She needed a break, time away from it all.
In the days following, Loki was taken to a containment cell for psyche evaluation and Elena was called to a meeting with Fury.
“Maybe you should call her?” Nina suggested, as she and Dina stood outside the small restaurant waiting for Brandi. It was starting to get cold and Nina was hungry. She rubbed her arms in an attempt to get warm.
“She’s only 5 minutes late, Nina. Give her a few more. Dustin was probably late coming home from work, or something.”
They didn’t have to wait that long until Dina’s phone was ringing.
“Hey Brandi. Everything okay?”
“No. It’s okay. We can reschedule for another time. Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“Alright. I’ll call you later.”
“Let’s eat” was all Nina said when Dina hung up the phone. Dina sighed and followed her sister into the restaurant.
One of the under-played benefits of finally being an adult with a fully stocked bar cart is that now when recipes are all “add a few tablespoons of brandy if you like” I can go “sure okay” and then sit down to this French onion soup and wonder if god is broth because this is heavenly
heyyy,, ive been inspired by eli's posts about 80s crushes but what celebrity/character 80s crushes do u think the losers would have?? eg. bev is secretly in love w/ molly ringwald and winona ryder its canon and stan loves johnathan brandis ,, i dont make the rules ;)
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okay bev and stan’s are spot on !!! bill would have this duel thing for brooke shields and corey feldman. richie is very into anne carlisle (liquid sky is his fucking jam). eddie’s got a big crush on harrison ford. ben LOVES olivia newton-john and molly ringwald. mike doesn’t have a chance to go to the movies that much, but from what he’s seen? ben heller’s his man.
“There’s a port on a western bay, And it serves a hundred ships a day. Lonely sailors pass the time away, And talk about their homes.”
Nothing much ever happened in the small town of Sanctuary, Virginia. It was one of the reasons why Brandy left as soon as she could and went all the way to the University of Georgia for college. Once she graduated though, Brandy was at a loss of where to go, so she came all the way back up here. She didn’t plan on staying long, just long enough to form a plan of action and follow it.
Can you do one where your popular at columbine (cheerleader, dating jocks, etc) but you have a huge crush on Eric! When you finally build up the courage to talk to him you see him flirting with Brandi, and you get so upset and start crying. Maybe one of Eric's friends sees your reaction and tells Eric and he thinks he's lieing, but he eventually goes to talk to you and you tell him your feelings and he tells you he's and you guys end up kissing? ❤
“It just doesn’t make sense!” your friend exclaimed, a frown pulling at her glossy lips. The rest of the lunch table murmured their agreements. You just sighed and shrugged.
“There’s just something about him. I know he’s not a jock or popular or whatever, but he’s really nice,” you explain, feeling the subtle judgement. Your friend threw her hands up in the air.
“Nice is a reason to be friends with someone, hot is a reason to want to date them,” she explains.
“I think he’s hot…” as soon as you say this the rest of the table recoils in shock.
“How?” “What?” “Ew!” “Eric fucking Harris?!” they chimed in unison. Your face fell, and your friend sympathetically put her hand on your shoulder.
“I know he seems like he’s not that bad, but he’s an outsider for a reason, y'know? I’m just scared he’ll do some fucked up shit to you,” she shot glares at the girls who spoke up before.
“I know, I just can’t help it. There’s something about him, he’s always on my mind,” you cradle your head in your hands, feeling embarrassed.
“Well, if you feel this strongly then you should ask him out. You’re like, the hottest girl in this school. He’d never in a million years say no,” your friend says cheerily, and the other girls loudly agree. You peek up from between your fingers.
“You think so?” you ask, and she nods her head rapidly. Looking around, she points somewhere in the crowd.
“There. He’s leaving the cafeteria, he’s by himself. Go follow him,” she pushes you up, smoothing down your hair.
“You look like a million bucks. Now go,” she lightly shoves you in his direction, and you blankly follow her directions, feeling your nerves jolt at the thought of speaking to him.
Maybe your friend is right, maybe since you’re so popular he’d say yes. But there was something in the back of your mind that kept whispering that he’d never like you. Swallowing hard to quell those thoughts, you turn the corner and see him. You open your mouth to call out his name, but he shifts to the side and you can see he’s talking with Brandi. He’s smiling, leaning towards her, and then you realize what’s going on.
He’s flirting with her. And by the amused smile on her face, she looks like she might be flirting back. You feel tears sting at your eyes, and you turn sharply on your heel and walk back to the cafeteria. As you turned, a boy heading towards the two made eye contact with you, his gaze softening when he noticed the tears in your eyes. He looked at Eric and Brandi and a look of understanding crossed his face. You sharply pull your head away and leave.
You were stupid for thinking that any guy would want you, especially Eric.
You left school early, complaining of a migraine. Once you got back to your house you threw yourself on your bed, wishing you were anyone else.
You wake up the next day in the same clothes as yesterday. Feeling better than yesterday, you shower, brush your teeth, and get ready for the day. Once you park your car in front of the school, you avoid both Eric and Brandi’s lockers. You were just starting to feel normal again and you knew that seeing them would bum you out.
School progressed as usual, laughing with your friends, doing your work, and finally relaxing. This all seemed to shatter, however, when you were walking down the hallway to exit the school and someone stopped you.
“Hey, Y/N, could I talk to you for a minute?” Eric asked, hands in his pockets. Your heart nearly beat out of your chest, and you could barely string together words to form a response.
“Yeah, yeah sure what’s up?” you almost choke out. He looks around the hallway before looking at you again.
“My friend said he saw you crying yesterday, are you all right?” the moment he mentions his friend you remember the boy you made eye contact with. You mentally kick yourself for not keeping your eyes on the ground.
“Yeah, it was just something. Don’t worry about it,” you waved it off, trying to sound casual. He seems to notice something in your voice, as he raises his eyebrows a little bit. He stares at you for what seems like an hour, and it feels like torture. You grit your teeth, just wishing for this painfully awkward exchange to end.
“All right, well, I actually was going to talk to a guy but he doesn’t like me. Happy?” you say quietly, fidgeting with your hands. He’s silent for a little bit.
“Which guy?” he asks, and you can’t believe how hard he’s pushing to get you to admit it. You decide it’s best to just give up.
“You, okay? But it’s fine, I saw you and Brandi and I get it. I do. Just forget that anything happened,” you attempt to push past him, trying to run away from facing him after your embarrassing confession.
He catches your hand, pulling you back.
“Brandi and I aren’t anything. I don’t like her. I like you,” he says confidently, looking you in your eyes. You stare at him in shock, surely he couldn’t have just said that.
“But..the other day…” you trail off, and he just shakes his head.
“I was just talking to her. I only have feelings for one person, and that’s you,” he emphasizes this with a strong kiss. You feel as if you’re floating, still not fully comprehending what’s going on. When he pulls away he cradles your face.
“You’re the only girl I want,” he says seriously. You can’t fight the smile on your face as the butterflies in your stomach do backflips.
Maybe those voices in the back of your mind were wrong.