Me: *goes up to Jensen and Misha feeling her heart beating all the way up in her throat*
Jensen & Misha: *smiling* “Hiiiii!”
Me: *smiles and stumbles over her own words*
Me: “I’m sorry, I know its not pie, but it’s the closest I could find. so I was wondering what would Dean’s and Castiel’s reaction be to seeing this monster donut.”
Lol, I have no idea what Misha as Cas is doing. Feeling for a heartbeat? Looking for molecules? Giving the donut a blessing? :’) One will never know… Some friends and I were reminded of something else as well, but that I won’t mention right now… :‘P
Summary: Jack bumps into the same beautiful stranger at the bus stop every day. Will he gather the courage to speak to him? Inspired by this song by The Hollies.
He supposed he could take a cab, an Uber, anything else – but the quiet anonymity the bus afforded him was one of the simpler things Jack Zimmermann was thankful for and truly enjoyed. For what reason would an NHL multimillionaire have for taking public transit? No one ever paid him any attention, and he was perfectly fine with that.
He walked the three blocks to the bus stop and stood quietly, sipping his coffee in his Je ♥ Montréal travel mug that he bought the last time he traveled through Trudeau airport. His SUV had only been in the shop four days, but he continued taking the bus whenever he could even after it had been repaired.
It was the preseason and things, although quite busy, were still somewhat relaxed. And during this time, Jack’s routine was the same. He’d walk two blocks, stop at The Roast to fill his travel mug, then walk one more block to the bus stop. He’d ride the 30 minutes to the arena, serenely and without fuss, then get off two blocks before rather than right in front. He’d take a Lyft back to his apartment, or hitch a ride with Tater who would drive by Jack’s place on his way home.
And so it went for a few weeks, until one day he had just taken his seat and as the bus began to pull away he heard a voice call out.
Summary: Caline Bustier has heard many ridiculous excuses from Marinette when she is late. But this one took the cake. What she had not expected, was for it to be true.
Author’s Note: So, this is just a little one-shot reveal, inspired by a line in another one-shot I am working on. (The never-ending spiral of inspiration doom!) Clearly, this one spoke to me most, because I got it done in just a couple of days. Just one of my usual humour one-shots, so I hope you like it!!!
If there was one thing Caline Bustier could count on in her class, it was Marinette. Oh, sure, she was a brilliant, reliable class president, and always turned her homework in on time (sometimes just in the nick of time, but still on time). But no, what she could count on, was that Marinette would be late (not all the time, just… way too often at this point) and that when she arrived, she would make the most ridiculous excuses that she had ever heard.
They were the excuses of someone panicking and struggling for an excuse. And as creative as Marinette was… she was atrocious at coming up with believable lies. Oh, they were still brilliantly creative, just not one bit believable. In fact, some of them were so brilliantly insane that she had started making a list of them in a notebook that sat on her desk. So far she had filled up an entire two pages, and there were some utter gems.
She had even talked with some of the other teachers and they had come across the same thing. Though she wasn’t as lenient with Marinette’s tardiness, Ms Mendeleiev still shared some of her favourite excuses with her.
Still, nothing would ever beat:
“I’m sorry I’m late!” Marinette called as she dashed in. “I - I was…” She panted slightly as she rushes up to her desk and began unpacking her things. You could practically see her floundering for an excuse. “ I was saving Paris!”
anyway can we just appreciate the fact that bellamy got to spend six whole years away from the racist & abusive white girls in his life. six whole years. like no matter what happens from here on out at least he got That. what a gift. what a blessing. i hope he’s happy and healing and healthy
I’ve got the idea for the story while reading this fic - Summer Time Sadness by blushingninja. Read it and you’ll be able to pin point the moment in the text where the idea struck me (¬‿¬) (Oh! I just saw that there’s more than 1 chapter already! Because I read it when only the first one was out)
But please don’t cry - cell phone adventures are not over yet! Extra part unlocks with a decent amount of your tags and/or opinions under this post for me to read and enjoy ლ(╹◡╹ლ) Gosh, I’m nasty.
It may look like fall but it sure doesn’t feel like it. But that’s not what’s important here. What *is* important is that I kicked this run’s ass. Okay I didn’t kick it’s ass. The trail and I were in this together. It was beautiful and enjoyable and it just flew by. This was peaceful as fuck. I feel strong and majestic.