it's like staring into sun

shit I’ve said and that has been said to me through tumblr IM starters.

“arson should not be a source of arousal!!!!”
“everybody wants his booty.”
“i now pronounce you the prettiest booty in the court.”
“buT I’M YOUR QUEEN”
“you can’t fight this face. it’s too pretty.”
“be my pretty boy.”
“you get that booty and you never let it go.”
“so that’s when I figured ‘oh this is my son’s boyfriend’”
“That’s pretty cute not gonna lie.”
“and just it got really gay really fast.”
“a lot of what he said was kinda ominous.”
“we’re just all prepared for anything at this point lma o.”
“literally every scene they had together I was just like ‘GAAAYYY’”
“Y R U THE WAY U R?”
“brother why. why are you licking me”
“FUCKING END ME”
“IM SO WRECKED”
“I’m ten chapters in and I’m 100% trash for him.”
“seriously like just the smallest things that he does make me legit squeal and scream”
“he’s apparently got a thing for dark hairand a royalty kink but we don’t talk about that.”
“okay i’ll make out with you.”
“you’re just like ‘haha what if’ and then it suddenly becomes ‘oh no.’”
“…………..that wasn’t planned.”
“you could knock………..or you could join.”
“follow ur heart.”
“as in the heart in his pants or actual heart”
“I mean the fact that he’s bffs with 2 of the finest booties at court probably doesn’t help.”
“gayer than gay.”
“…are you looking at his butt?”
“STOP TALKING.”
“no way I’m gay … I just … none of these girls interest me.”
“Smooth as gravel, that’s me.”
“I can’t even apologize I have no shame.”
“I DON’T EVEN WATCH THIS FUCKING SHOW.”
“CLOSE UR MOUTH U wHORE DaMN.”
“IM ONLY RUNNING ON 4 HOURS OF SLEEP TOO THIS IS NOT WHAT I NEEDED TODAY.”
“give me the angst. give me the regret and the pining and the hurt.”
“PLUS: it was very selfish.”
“I am ready for death.”
“That essay, that I stayed up until 4 am to finish, is due next monday.”
“I have a thing for pretty boys”
“IT PHYSICALLY PAINS ME TO LOOK AT HIM”
“ITS LIKE STARING AT THE SUN”
“good night! good luck getting the booty!”
“YESA THOUSAND TIMES YES.”
“et tu?”
“he needs a little thirst in his life.”
“just embrace your ho life.”
“okay no blame will be placed as long as it is recognized that I am the most good looking.”
“kissing my brother I see how it is. I thought we had something special.”
“wink wonk.”
“e x cus e me ??”
“a blog called horny-sluts0 just started following me.”
“I’m not saying he isn’t kinky, I’m just not saying he has a royalty kink.”
“#dO NOT.”
“DATING ONE PRINCE DO ES  no T MEA N A N Y T H I N G.”
“SCREAM WITH ME”
“what’s the haps my dudes”
“(name) I do not think that 'what’s the haps my dudes’ is a correct way to engage with youths.”
“are you trying to put me in a bad mood because it’s working.”
“THAT IS NOT HoW ADU LTS DEAL wIT H THEI R I SSUES.”
“i shall corrupt this one.” *fixes cleavage*
“bet your pretty ass i am.”
“I’m gonna fucking punch something.”
“i will torture u softly.”
“how is walking in front of someone entirely naked cryptic?”
“she’s my child now don’t upset my child or i will eat u.”
“stop that.”
“Is this what a break up feels like?”
“i’m irresistible it’s my best character flaw.”
“i mean, i am irresistible, we established that.”
“i’d rather stick my hand in a scorpion’s nest if it’s all the same.”
“where are you going to find a scorpions nest in New York?”
“please don’t break into the bug house at the Zoo oh my god.”
“fine then, i’ll feed the ducks ALONE. UNPROTECTED. VULNERABLE. ALL BY MY SELF.”
“is that why I found jello in my shoes???? you’re buying me new boots.”
“little brothers are not secret weapons.”
“this is just making me MORE SAD”
“THIS IS WHY I HAVE TRUST ISSUES”
“I WANTED TO MAKE IT BETTER. I TRIED.”
“YOU MADE IT WORSE.”
“literally 80% of my decisions are made to spite someone.”

Class Crush

Originally posted by jiminrolls

Genre: Fluff really fluffy fluff, college au, drabble

Word Count: 1,054

Summary: “How can you come in the wrong class EVERYDAY ? Stop waving at me please people are starting to think we’re dating but I don’t even know your name…” (prompt)

A/N: I was supposed to be doing homework as I wrote this……and also I’m gonna be late for class as I post this because tumblr is the worst and deleted it akhfdkajsdfjkaldf luckily I had it saved somewhere else so you guys can still enjoy it I’m just so bitter now…..


There he was again.

The familiar brown haired boy with the boxy smile was once again in the doorway of the lecture scanning the room for something.

Or, rather someone.

He doesn’t even have this class but ever since the beginning of the semester a few weeks ago he’s been coming here and sitting in on the lecture. How do you know that he doesn’t belong here? Well on the first day after the teacher had walked in and introduced himself the boy that had happened to be sitting beside you at the time, leaned over and asked you what class this was. When you told him his eyes went wide and his eyebrows flew to his hairline. You just knew he was in the wrong class and he did too.

But he didn’t leave.

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anonymous asked:

9!!!

I went at this prompt a little sideways but it was great fun. 9. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”


When Chloe comes to - she screams. She can’t help it, what she’s seeing can’t be real, it’s almost too much for her mind to comprehend.

“Well, I guess that answers that question.” says Maze, her words dry. Chloe can see that it’s her roommate, can understand it. But something is wrong with Maze. Half of her body is horrifying, like the skin has been peeled away, revealing the underneath if she was a decomposing corpse. It’s all stringy sinew and rotted muscle, a sunken white eye sits in a dark socket. The rest of Maze is untouched, dark caramel skin, and a smirk sharper than a knife’s blade.

“Maze.” says the second creature. It is even worse than Maze, it has her human hindbrain gibbering in terror. It’s a creature that resembles a human in only the barest terms in that it’s…person shaped. 

It shifts and cracks open like lava floes, charred and burning. Flames lick along it’s limbs, flaring out like the surface of the sun, but it’s face, if it can be called a face, is oddly familiar with eyes that burn like embers set in coals. “Let the Detective breathe.” it says and the worst part is that it speaks with Lucifer’s voice, but distorted and low, like the rumbling of an earthquake.

“Brother,” says the third thing, it’s voice of rolling thunder and Chloe struggles to understand what she’s looking at. It’s shadow, darkness coalesced, but with the heart of a star, an eclipse inverted. It seems to bend the very air around it, curving like gravity. When it moves, it’s nothing like the flowing, fiery thing. It moves like an absence, sudden or so slowly you don’t even notice it. “We cannot be sure she will recover.”

The fire creature burns bright and hot for a moment, enough that Chloe fears she will be singed, but feels nothing when it washes over her. The darkness thing dips in response and fades slowly backwards. The burning one turns towards her, steps infinitesimally closer and Chloe fights a flinch.

“Chloe,” it murmurs and it resounds through her bones. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.” and she looks into its eyes like staring into the sun, bright and ill advised. 

And she knows those eyes, has watched them stare back at her a thousand different times with a thousand different meanings.

“Lucifer?” she asks, frightened. 

The creature doesn’t smile, but it’s molten form moves in a way that somehow conveys the same thing. “Hello, my dear.” he says, as tenderly as he can and it still reverberates powerfully through the air. 

“Told you she’d figure it out.” Maze retorts to the shadow.

“It appears I underestimated her tenacity.” it replies. Chloe struggles to connect the dots, a headache forming behind her eye. But it had called Lucifer brother, so it must be Amenadiel. 

“Lucifer, what is happening?” Chloe asks, doing her best to keep her fear under control. 

“It seems that ridiculous little monk responsible for the murder knew a bit more than I expected, but not as much as he believed. In an effort to escape your pursuit he attempted a sort of…spell, if you will. Instead of concealing his own form from you, he’s revealed ours.”

“The Heavenly Tongue is difficult to pronounce.” Amenadiel does allow, his body ebbing and twisting.

“How…how long will it last?”

Lucifer’s body flickers and dims. “We don’t know.”

Chloe makes a choked noise and buries her face in her hands.

“As far as we know, you’re the only one who can see us.” Maze says, her speech pulled funny by her mouth. “Dan and the others seem fine.”

“Worry not, Chloe.” Amenadiel says and the words feel like pressure against her skull. “It is most likely temporary.”

Chloe laughs a bit wetly. “Let’s hope so.”

“Surely,” Lucifer says, and his voice sounding like a very hesitant landslide, “It is not so terrible.”

She looks up at him, boiling and blistering heat, a terrible destructive force. But the eyes, blood colored they may be, are the same. She reaches out slowly, with shaking fingers, giving him plenty of time to move away. But he doesn’t. When she makes contact it feels like normal, smooth skin under her touch. Warm, but not overly so.

She stares in confusion. He wraps his impossible hand around hers, flames tickling painlessly along her skin. “Could…could be worse.” she says slowly, and he laughs like lightning flashes and the roar of a wildfire. But it’s him. It’s still him. And that’s all that matters.

  • Cinder: *eating at the breakfast*
  • Wolf: Cinder, did you see Scarlet today? She looked so pretty today. Her eyes are beautiful.
  • Cinder: Yes she looked very nice tod-
  • Wolf: NICE??? CINDER YOu DON’T GET IT. ITS LIKE STARING AT THE SUN
  • Cinder: *nodding absently as she eats her protein bar* yes Wolf