its a small word

A banner I made for the Samwell Student Union, they keep track of all the events in the Check Please Fandom!

(board inspired by Check Please comic 2.1- Moved In)

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.’
—  The Word Never


ben platt’s slight lisp reblog if you agree


Kihyun singing “Amen” to Wonho while holding his hands :’)

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Hungover Yoongi:</b> I'm never drinking again.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> We use the word never like it's nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a double edged sword. On one side it says 'I will never leave you' on the other side it says 'I will never love you.'<p/><b>Yoongi:</b> OH MY GOD<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

kibum is so beyond stunning that this video doesn’t even do him one (1) percent justice. also please look at jonghyun being tiny and bouncy and excited

thebitterone  asked:

Mate, i love your comments in the tags of my art. Like I look up to you, youre my goals tbvh! Senpai has noticed me 😶

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Originally posted by colouredbills

my dude, the way you draw grounder/azgeda/wanheda Clarke is sick. I LOVE the way you incorporate the neon colours into the darker shades with the eyes/tattoos/etc. 

Keep up the awesome work because I’m sure I am not the only one that would love to see more.

Seeing Red

The Prompt- emotion: provoked, line: “I think I broke them”

This is a short little thing I wrote because I got bored. It’s 11 pages and ~5400 words, so its just a small langst oneshot. You can read it on AO3 here |x|

Red. The color of intensity, fire, power and war. A color of love and passion yet anger at the same time. It contradicts itself in every way but it fits perfectly for the color of him. Keith.

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  • Coxswain: Okay girls, we are just on the 500m marker lets push it through to the end.
  • Rower: *internal or possibly external screaming*
  • Coxswain *two minutes later*: Okay girls at the 500m marker lets gain some pressure.
  • Rower: wait what i thought
  • Coxswain *another minute later*: We have crossed the orange buoy 500m left and you are done, leave it on the water.

random-kaos  asked:

Just curious cuz I'm a bit confused ( I'm a dum dum ) are you and sickingstar friends ? Related ooor .. the same person ? ( I'm sorry if this question is stupid )

not a dumb question at all! sickingstar/holly and i are best friends, and we’ve also been dating for almost 6 years now :^) we share our OCs all the time which confuses a lot of people, I think! I’m hanging out with her and two of our bffs in NY right now, which is why updates have been very sparse here lately!! we are busy having lots of fun!!!!

Hanging Conversations - A Carrison Fanfiction/One-Shot

Rating: T
Summary: Carrie and Harrison say goodbye. Set in 1976.
Disclaimer: this is a real person fan fiction, so it all definitely came from my imagination and I’m not trying to offend anyone (you know the drill).
A/N:  The poem in this is Carrie’s, just to disclaim. Also, this is unbeta’d so all mistakes are mineeee. This one goes out to my girls Nor @hanorganaas and Taylor @friskynotebook for being hella cool and hella supportive. 

Without further ado, I hope y’all enjoy and don’t forget to tell me what you thought of it afterwards, I live off of your opinions. 

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Scarlet Rose (Part Three)

TITLE: Scarlet Rose
PAIRING: Gaston x OC
At the break of dawn, the small town of Villianueve was quiet and peaceful. The streets were deserted as if it was frozen in time. Early morning I left the house, eager to explore this charming little village. Everything was so peaceful… that was, until it the clock struck twelve.
Almost simultaneously, the villagers burst open their windows and echoed their calls as life started to bustle through Villianueve. They started to open up their shops and start their lives. The streets were filled almost instantly.
The sight of all these people with something constant in their lives made me smile. It was so cheerful here.
Suddenly, Belle walked over from behind me and hooked her arm with mine. I smiled, greatful for her company.
“First day in Villianueve. How’s it so far?” Belle asked me cheerfully
“Does everyone here sing?” I asked, smiling
She laughed “Yes, and sooner or later, we’ll find a voice in you somewhere.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that.” I told her
“I’m going to stop by Piere Robert’s to borrow a new book. He usually has new stories for me by now.” She told me
“Could you maybe give him this one back with my thanks?” I asked, taking out a copy of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream. The same one Belle had leant to me yesterday before we had dinner at her house. It was an amazing story. I finished it before I feel asleep.
Belle looked at me with disbelief “You’ve finished it already?”
I nodded “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind” I recited a line
A smile played on her face as she too recited her own line “The course of true love never did run smooth” She took the book
“It was a good story. Twists and turns with every page. The ending was a bit sappy, but I loved it all the same.” I told her
“How about giving this one a try?” She offered, holding out a leather book
I took it and read the cover “Romeo and Juliet?”
“Its wonderfully tragic!” She said enthusiastically with a bright smile
“Its romance.” I said “I’d rather have adventure.”
“There’s adventure in this one as well as many other things. You’ll love it, I promise.” She told me
I looked at the book. Needless to say, it was tempting. Never could I say no to new book.
“Alright, fine.” I said and she grinned, handing the book to me.
“I’ll see you back at the house then?” Belle said and with that, she was on her way.
My footsteps took me to the village center, where eyes seemed to follow me everywhere I went. My clothes were borrowed from Belle, who greatfully lent me a spare dress of hers. It was simple, a white dress with a dark blue (almost black) apron draped over it. Simple, not eye catching at all. And yet I could still feel people’s eyes burning the back of my head as their voices rang through my ears.
“Who is that girl, the one that acts so strangely?”
“She’s not from here, that you can tell.”
“Every morning not the same, since the morning that she came.”
“To this poor, provincial town.”
I suddenly stopped and turned to look at whoever had spoken. Everyone just quickly looked away and went on with their lives as if they had been doing so the entire time.
“Curiouser and curiouser.” I said to myself

“Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." I read the line off the page of the book quietly myself. Though I would never admit it to Belle, the romance had me attached on the first lines. True, I was never to type for romance novels, but this wasn’t purely just romance. It tested family ties, how far one was willing to go for what they wished to achieve, and even had fights worth morals. If only real life held all of that. It may sound cliche, but what I wouldn’t give to live in a storybook. Maybe not one as a damsel who’s only role is marry a prince.
My quiet reading only lasted a few more moments until a commotion in the square caught my attention. A pair on two horses had just rode into town. To say that they attracted attention was putting it lightly, especially when one of them wore an unbelievably bright red jacket. A small crowd had gathered around to see them, especially the three siblings (who looked like they had just fell into a cake factory with flour and icing covering their faces) who Belle had called the "Bimbettes”.
Whoever the pair was, they must’ve been the stars of the town- even if this town wasn’t very big. Especially the man in the jacket.
I, however, was not starstruck with the two like the entire town was. With a huff, I went back to the book sitting on top of my lap and emersed myself with the tale.
“Tempt not a desperate man… Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty…”
That was, until I was interrupted yet again
“Who is that girl, Le Fou?” A deep voice said
I sighed, but kept my eyes glued to my book in the hope that they weren’t talking about me. As tempted as I was to glance up, my goal was to sit and pretend I wasn’t here. Sadly, that was a dream that could never come true.
“Oh, thats the new girl who came in just today.” A lighter voice- Le Fou maybe- told the other man “Maurice found her on the roads when her horse threw her over and brought her here.”
Was that really the story going on around here? Arion did not THROW ME OFF! We slipped on the road. Honestly, the gossip was worse than I thought. I hate being the center of attention- absolutely loath it.
“How could that old fool find something so beautiful?” The deeper voice said
At those words, my grip on the book tightened. How could he call Maurice a fool? That man was brilliant! By far the smartest man I’ve met in the village- even in my whole life. Despite my anger towards the statement, my cheeks heated up at being called beautiful. No one has ever said that… and I certainly never thought of myself that way.
“Nobody in town knows much about her, only that she’s from Paris.” Le Fou said
“No family?”
“None. But she’s staying with Belle and Maurice.”
“Perfect!” The deep voice said
That was… certainly a strange thing to say. At that point, I found myself paying more attention to the conversation than to Shakespeare’s tale.
“Um… I don’t think that would be wise.” Le Fou said
“What wouldn’t be wise?” The deep voice sounded confused as he asked
“I’ve seen that look in your eyes.” Le Fou said “You’re going to go talk to the girl.”
“Yes, I am. And that’s bad why?”
“Um… well…” Le Fou cleared his throat “She’s so… well read. And you’re so… athletically inclined.”
“Nonesense! When have I ever let that stop me?”
I heard Le Fou sigh “Thats true…”
The man's… well, “persistent” behavior made me stiffle a small laugh. Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps coming my way. Heavy, slightly squeaking, footsteps in the mud coming my way and I tensed.
“Bonjour!” The same deep voice said, only closer.
I looked up from my book hesitantly and was almost blinded by the same bright red jacket I had seen earlier. Standing there was the same man I had seen on the horse alongside Le Fou, who was now watching curiously and not very discreetly from his place by the horses. The man was handsome, no doubt, but I never payed attention to looks very much.
“Bonjour, monsieur.” I said, looking up at him and closing the book on my lap, placing it aside “Can I help you?”
“I’m very sure you could, madame.” The man said, which made me frown slightly “ but, for now, I would like you to have these.”
A large bouquet of flowers were suddenly pushed into view as he brought them upfront. My eyes widened at the gesture and the man only flashed what the Bimbettes would call a charming smile. I’m sure they would’ve been swooning at the gesture, but for now they were just sending me not so discrete glared from the distance.
I glanced around to see a nearby shopkeeper in a flower store who looked almost harassed as he fixed around the shop, trying to fill in the hole where a bouquet once sat with other flowers. In his hands were a few gold coins. My guess was a certain someone had a surprise rushed order.
“Um, thank you, monsieur…” I said, a small frown of bewilderment on my face as I took them and set them ontop of my book aside “And its mademoiselle, not madame. I am not married.”
“Apologies.” The man said, although he still had that smirk on his face. “So you must be the girl I’ve heard so much about.”
“From your little friend over there?” I asked, eyebrow raised as I glanced past him and looked at Le Fou.
He seemed a bit startled that I had noticed him, but he gave a small smile and waved both hesitantly and awkwardly.
“Yes… that’s Le Fou. My most loyal friend.” The man said, glancing back at Le Fou before turning back to me with his trademark smirk back on
“So you’ve heard about me?” I asked him, arms crossed with a small frown. He didn’t seem to notice.
“Yes, I have! Its a small town and word gets around.” He said “Although no words could’ve prepared me for the beauty I see now.”
My cheeks heated more, but I tried to hide the fact that I was as red as my hair.
“Really? Then I’m guessing you know my name then?”
“Of course-” His smile wavered “Um… Of course I do… it’s…”
At that, I gave a small smile “Let’s start again, shall we?” I stood up, straightening my skirt, and looked up at him. He frowned at me, confused at the gesture.
“Bonjour.” I said, giving him a small smile “My name is Scarlett Le Fey. And you are?”
The man stared at me for a moment. He was probably used to girls not talking this much. They probably got weak in the knees with his smile, just squeal and agree with everything that comes out of his mouth, and just ooh and awe at everything.
No, sir. Not me.
“Gaston.” The man finally said, his smirk returning once more “My name is Gaston, mademoiselle.”
I smiled “Very nice to meet you, monsieur Gaston.” With that, I grabbed my book and the bouquet of flowers (what on earth am I going to do with those?) and started to leave. To my surprise, the man called Gaston followed me.
“Where are you headed?” He asked me curiously, jogging to fall into rhythm as me. The next thing I knew, we were walking side by side. It didn’t help my wish of people to stop looking at me.
“Back to the house.” I replied vaguely. I looked at him “Do you always wear that jacket?”
He frowned at me “Why?”
“It’s oh so… Distracting.” I said, waving a hand
He smirked “Oh? Distracting you from what, exactly?”
I blushed and I didn’t like it. Why was everything he said so… So flirtatious?
Fine, I thought. I’ll humor him just this once. But only this once.
“Distracting me from everything. It’s so bright it could’ve been mistaken for the sun.” I spoke simply
Gaston stayed silent for a moment before his deep laugh startled me. It was so loud and startling I almost jumped. More people looked and I wished I could’ve hid behind the massive bundle of flowers in my hand.
“If you must know, this jacket of mine has a very special meaning to me.” Gaston said. For a moment, his voice was softer. No longer boastful, nor narcissistic, nor full of hinself. His look almost wistful as if remembering something very special to him. He was almost- I dare say it- normal
“It reminds me of the times I felt most… Well, the time I actually felt something more.”
“Really?” I asked curiously as I looked at him “When was that?”
He looked at me “The war.”
I couldn’t help but be impressed. War isn’t something many people come back from. Neither was it an experience that many people return sane.
"You fought in the war?”
His smirk returned when he saw my eyes widen. I cleared my throat and looked away, wiping the look off my face.
And he was back
“Yes, I did. In fact, I was a captain.” Gaston said, puffing his chest out proudly
We reached the farmhouse surprisingly quickly- quicker than I imagined. Thankfully, neither Belle nor Maurice were there to see me walking in with the “town hero”.
“Well, this is where we part ways… sadly.” I spoke, standing on the first step towards the door and turning to face Gaston, who was almost my eye level from my boosted height. The last word came out laced with sarcasm he probably didn’t recognize.
“Of course.” Gaston said
I had only just started on the third step when he said: “Perhaps we can talk more over dinner?”
I stopped in my tracks. Puzzled, I turned back to face him “What?”
“Dinner.” Gaston repeated, a smug smirk on his lips yet again “It would be such a waste if we cannot finish this conversation of ours. Besides, it will give us more time to talk about the war and-”
“Yourself?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him
He smirked, looking up at me and taking a step up on the first stair “Well, if you’d like to I certainly won’t object.”
“Tempting.” I said sarcastically “But I’m afraid I’ll have to take decline.”
Again, I turned towards the door and took another step. To my dismay, so did he.
“Why?” Gaston asked
“Other arrangements.” I lied
“Such as?”
I frowned at him, crossing my arms “Why does it matter to you so much?”
He raised an eyebrow at me “Why?” Something in his look wavered “Do you have a boyfriend? A cute boyfriend?”
I snickered, shaking my head “For your information, no. I do not, monsieur.”
“Then why?”
It was both annoying and adorable in a way how he kept asking questions. He was like a puppy… a very large puppy.
“Goodbye, monsieur.” I said, my hand reaching for the doorknob behind me
“You know I find stubbornness attractive.” He said, a matter of factly
I sighed “Look, Gaston… You’ve only just met me. I’m sure many of the other girls in this town would absolutely love to marry you-”
“Of course they would.” He interrupted “But they’re not you.”
“Charming.” I said sarcastically, crossing my arms across my chest “But I’m not that easy to win over.”
Finally, I managed to twist the knob and only managed to get it slightly ajar before a deep voice interrupted yet again
“You’re something else, aren’t you?” Gaston told me
I shrugged, although a grin spread on my face “I’m not one of those powder faced girls, if that’s what you’re thinking.“
"I always enjoy a challenge.”

Later that day, I was in the kitchen helping Belle with dinner. It was a simple meal with whatever we had bought from the market. Fish, fruits, and bread. Not much, but it would taste as good as a dish for kings.
“There’s a lot of talk going around the town today.” Belle said as she washed the dishes clean for serving “You’re becoming quite famous.”
“I don’t want to be.” I admitted as I got out the silverware “Gossip isn’t as glamorous if you hear the words they say.”
“Welcome to my world.” She muttered with a small chuckle, shaking her head. Then, she suddenly asked “What of you and the brute?”
I stopped, my hands inches from grabbing the spoon “What?”
“Gaston.” Belle clarified, her voice was blank “People talk. They say he walked you home?”
“More like followed me like a lost puppy.” I said with a small roll of my eyes, although my cheeks heated up against my will
“You’ll get used to it. It gets annoying.” Belle said with a roll of her eyes. She grinned at me “Now its your turn.”
“Oh, shut it.” I told her, using my elbow to nudge her playfully. She only just laughed and I soon joined her.
“Look there he goes, isn’t he queasy?” Belle sung jokingly
I laughed and sung my own paraphrased verse “Monsieur Gaston.” I immitated the Bimbettes “He’s such a brute!”
Belle and I were laughing uncontrollably and clutching our sides by then. Maurice then walked inside, his glasses on as usual.
“Now, now, girls.” He chided, although he too was smiling
“Sorry, Maurice.” I said, grinning sheepishly as I went back to slicing the bread
“Sorry, papa.” Belle said with the same smile on her face
Maurice just chuckled, not very discretely taking one of the grapes from the plate and popping it in his mouth.
“Papa!” Belle protested jokingly, moving the plate away from him “At that pace we won’t have any left for the table!”
I smiled, watching the two of them. Father and daughter. I don’t remember much of my father… but I don’t think we had a very good relationship.
“It smells wonderful.” Maurice said, looking at the cooking pot
“Thank you. I must admit, I’ve never cooked before. Belle did the most.” I said, walking over to stir the soup. It did smell amazing. Nothing fancy, just plain soup. Even with that I was contented. Others didn’t even have bread to put on their own plates. For that I should be greatful.
“Madame Hansel may be hiring in that little shop of hers.” I spoke after a few moments of silence “Nothing big, and it doesn’t pay much, but it’s a job. Just an errand girl around the town to do jobs for her.”
Both Maurice and Belle looked at me
“A job? Aren’t you too young? You’re about Belle’s age.” Maurice said
“Yes, but how else do I earn a living without a job? The cruel truth of the world: you need money. Even in a small town like this.” I said “Besides, I have no father to provide for me like you do- and I can’t expect you to do the same for me.”
He opened his mouth to speak again but Belle spoke first.
“So you’re staying then?” She asked
I nodded “If you don’t mind me staying a while longer. That is, until I have enough money to buy a place of my own-”
“Of course not!” Maurice said with a smile “You’re no bother at all. We quite enjoy your company. But are you sure about settling in here? A small, poor, provincial town?”
“The change of scenery might do me some good.” I said with a small smile
“Villianueve could do more with a mindset like yours.” Maurice said
“Troublesome, sarcastic, and stubborn?” I asked, jokingly with a grin
“I was thinking adventurous, indipendent, and determined.” He said
I chuckled “I’m not all those things.”
“You should put some of that hope you have in people in yourself.” Belle told me as she set the plates with food.
“Maybe…” I said quietly. She was right. Self doubt never did anyone any good…
The fish was cooked moments later. Belle was taking her and Maurice’s plate, walking towards the dining room. I had my plate in my hand before something outside caught my attention. A small light, coming from a handheld lantern. There was even the faintest sound of a bell being rung.
Curiously, I took my plate and walked towards the sound outside the house. Standing there was a woman in plain clothes and a matching hooded cloak. There was a bucket sitting at her feet, one that had only several coins siting inside. Her gaze was at the floor, not bothering to lift it. But when the door creaked as I opened it, she looked up with golden brown eyes. Her face gave a sort of dreamy look, but she looked almost startled and shocked when she saw me.
“Bonjour.” I said with a small smile
“Bonjour.” The woman said with a small nod “You must be new in town, because I have not seen you before.”
“Scarlett, Le Fey.” I introduced “I’m from Paris.”
“Agatha. Pleasure to meet you.” The woman said
“Are you hungry?” I asked, walking over with my plate
Agatha’s eyes widened ever so slightly “I couldn’t-”
“Please. Take it.” I said, holding out the loaf of bread off from my plate.
Her eyes flickered from the bread to my face back and forth. Why was she acting so unnerved around me? Whatever the case, I didn’t care.
“The others in this town will call you strange for talking with a beggar.” Agatha spoke
I gave a smile “They already think me weird as it is. A small act of kindness won’t change it.”
With that, Agatha took the bread from me and her mouth twisted into a small smile
“Thank you, Madamoiselle.” Agatha said, sounding genuinely greatful as she took the bread
“Have I met you before?” I asked, even though I felt like it was highly unlikely “The way you look at me-”
“Oh, no, madamoiselle.” Agatha said quickly “Just… not many people show kindess to people like me.”
“Apologies for asking.” I spoke “I don’t see why they would be.”
“People need a little more kindness in their lives. Even little actions can mean a lot to people who lack it, as cliche as it sounds.”

Baby Too Soon │ Part 3

I’m sorry it took a while to update. This was originally just a one-shot, but I guess it wanted it to be more. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. 

Word Count: 4.153

Part 1 Part 2 

It’s been weeks since my parents find out by pregnancy. They won’t look at me for more than five seconds at a time, so I’ve been spending majority of my nights at Lucas’ house, and I’m relieved by how supportive his parents are. Mrs. Friar has gone with us to some doctor’s appointment making her happiness known, and Mr. Friar has been making plans about how his and Lucas are going to decorate for the baby. Both make me feel like I’m at home, but I’m not.  

The night we told our parents, Lucas and I talked for hours about everything that happened. How I didn’t know about his parents knowing, but he didn’t want to pressure me into telling my parents before I was ready. He questioned me about changing the plans we had set for college. He was mad, but after explaining he understood. It really didn’t make sense. We didn’t both have to be behind. We made a promise that we wouldn’t keep anything from each other, and every decision will be made together.

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if you love them
please do not let them go,
not for one single second.

hold them tight,
squeeze them, 
kiss them, hug them,
suffocate them with your love.

do not let a single day go by
where they do not feel your love
emanating from your every action

because there will be a day
where they will no longer be there
or you may no longer be there
& you do not want,
not for one single second,
for them to wonder if you loved them
or for you to wonder if they knew just
how far your love reached out for them.

if you love them
please do not let them go,
not for one single second.

—  it’s only june & we’ve let too many go // e.b.