just...very slowly

Another thing that gives me heartburn when I think about it:

-Sherlock’s eyes going softly closed and all the tension draining out of his shoulders, leaning down into it, when John kisses him for the first time.


zest??? zest!!! 

anonymous asked:

not to rush you or anything, but do you know when the new tpatj pages will be live? i just really really love that story, and i'm so excited for the conclusion :o

I really don’t, I’m sorry! But I am working on it all day today and I now try to have at least one day a week where I work on it- problem is stuff pops up that needs doing more immediately and many of these remaining pages have complicated layouts and involve crowds =__=


long overdue Osomatsu-san doodle comic! freaking finally got the first batch done, the next pages might not be coloured so complex… ly… (complexly? is that a word? anyway)

part one of I have no idea how many :Tb not sure when I’ll be able to get to doing the next bit please don’t hate me

Part two here!

Markiplier Ego Imagines (pt 2)...

Imagine Dark calling an early morning (we’re talking crack o’ dawn) meeting in the Board Room. He secretly had Google install an alarm system all throughout Ego Inc., so with the flip of a switch, the entire building erupts into chaos. There’s alarms blaring and lights flashing, and all hell breaks loose.

Imagine Bim Trimmer somehow managing to get into his suit, hair slicked back in a singular wave of perfection. He’s just so eager, you’ve got to give him credit, and it’s not his fault that the coffeemaker exploded… again.

Imagine Google rolling his eyes because who let Bim near the coffeemaker again? He gets up to repair it for the eightieth time since Tuesday, but Dark just waves him off, snaps his stupid fingers, and there’s suddenly a plethora of caffeinated beverages and breakfast foods displayed on the table.

Imagine the King of the Squirrels, in protest that his Royal Beauty Sleep has been interrupted, just lying in the floor like a speedbump. Dark informs him that he was not even called in for this meeting, but the King keeps lying there anyway trying to inconspicuously lick the peanut butter off his own face.

Imagine the Host sneaking in, rubbing at his bandages and muttering slurred narrations. He doesn’t sleep often, but when he does, he doesn’t like to be awoken by anything, even the Dark Overlord of All Things Micromanagement Himself. He trips over King of the Squirrels who is on the floor for some reason and finally settles into his chair to Dark’s right, and whoops? Did he accidentally knock that cup of steaming hot coffee over into Dark’s lap? Aw, that’s just too bad.

Imagine Dr. Iplier trying to offer his services. After all, that coffee may have left severe burns, but Dark just rises very slowly, very ominously to his feet, placing his hands palms-down on the table and daring him to take one more step. The Doctor sits back down. He eats a buttered croissant.

Imagine Wilford Warfstache stumbling in fifteen minutes late in his pink bunny slippers and striped pajamas with Google following close behind because who else would Dark send to get a homicidal maniac out of bed at five in the morning other than the droid who literally can’t say no? Will, hugging a decapitated teddy bear to his chest, sits very grumpily in his seat across the table from Dark. They lock eyes, and there are a few moments when everyone in the room is certain that heads are about to roll when Warfstache grabs a donut and shoves the whole thing in his mouth at once, officially ending the killer on killer staring contest.

anonymous asked:

connorxevan, okay so evan and connor are dating but connor still tries to ya know commit suicide and evan goes to visit him in the hospital and all that, pls give me angst

Here we go!! Um,,,, its painful to write angst for these boys not going to lie. They deserve all the happiness in the world!!!!!! Protect them!!!!!!

(just a note i kinda had them lowkey not be out to anyone? Like only zoe knows that the two are dating) (also i couldn’t resist making jared a side character)


It was Zoe who called him. Evan had missed the first call. His phone was on silent, and was face down because Evan was reading. When he had finished the chapter, Evan picked up his phone. There was a missed call from her from about 10 minutes ago, but before he could call back, she called again. Panic started to slowly rise within Evan, but he pushed it down as he answered the call.

“H-” He started but Zoe cut him off.

“Connor is in the hospital,” Her voice was rushed, and out of breath like she was running somewhere.

“W-what?” It was like someone had punched him, all of the breath in his lungs was gone.

“He tried to kill himself-” Zoe let out a sob. “Evan, he’s in the hospital. Get here as soon as you can.”

Evan didn’t know how he ended up at Jared’s front door, but all he knew was that Jared had a car, and Jared wasn’t two inches away from a panic attack so he could drive. Evan pounded on the door again, barely registering the pain in his fist.

The door whipped open revealing an annoyed looking Jared.

“What the fuck do you want, Hansen?” Then Jared seemed to notice the tears that was currently running down his face. “Evan? What is wrong?”

“C-can you drive m-me?” Evan knew he was stuttering but he could do nothing to control it. His whole body was shaking.

“Where?” Jared had already grabbed his keys and stepped outside. Evan followed him, and climbed into the car.

“The hospital.”

“The fuck? Evan what is going on?” Jared started the car and pulled out of the drive way.

“Connor is in t-there.” Evan’s voice cracked, and he pinched the inside of his left arm.

“Shit man.” Jared went quiet. “Is he like your boyfriend or something?” Evan felt too tired to lie about it anymore.



The rest of the car ride was silent.

At the hospital, Jared made sure that Evan got to the Murphy family. Zoe stood up as he rushed in, and hugged Evan tightly. Evan hugged back, trying to stabilize his breathing.

“You can go to see him. He’s sleeping right now.” Zoe whispered, her voice weak. “Room 201.”

Jared stood awkwardly as Evan pulled apart from the embrace.

“I can just stay here, call your mom and if you need a ride home…” He trailed off. Evan nodded at him, not trusting his voice.

Room 201 wasn’t that far away, he only had to turn 2 corners. The door was slightly open, and from the window in the door Evan could see his boyfriend sleeping on the bed. He looked slightly paler than usual, but other than that it looked like he was just sleeping. Evan very slowly opened the door, but it still creaked loudly. Connor shifted, and sleepily opened his eyes.

As Evan stepped into the room, all it took was one look at Connor for Evan to break down again. His face crumbled, and he sort of stumbled towards the hospital bed. Connor looked at him, silent.

“I missed the first call.” Evan spoke finally, the few walls that he had left breaking. Connor moved over in the bed, making room for Evan. Evan climbed in, and placed his hand on Connor’s cheek. He was crying again. Connor crinkled his eyebrows, and bit his lip.

“I’m sorry.” Connor started, but Evan shook his head.

“Don’t- just, please.” Connor wasn’t crying but Evan was, his breath coming in ragged short whispers.

Connor pulled Evan close, and kissed him on the forehead.

They could make it through this.

anonymous asked:

Being related to Artemis and her finding out you're with red hood

Oooo, this one looks fun! Sorry this took me a little while. I’m knee deep currently. I hope it’s worth the wait! ;)


Being Artemis’ Sibling - Dating Jason Todd/Red Hood

  • You try your best to keep it on the down low.
  • You guys don’t want the team or anyone to be on you about the relationship.
  • When Artemis finds out, Jason’s dead. You have to save him.
  • “What do you mean you’re dating him?!”
  • “I mean I’m dating him. Like we go out!”
  • “Why?”
  • The whole team now knows. Shit.
  • Dick is especially hurt. His littlewing didn’t tell him he was dating someone.
  • Jason rolls his eyes at Dick.
  • At least the secrets out and you guys can be around each other at the cave and team things.
  • Getting caught kissing a lot. When Artemis is the one to catch you she get super protective.
  • She doesn’t want to see you get hurt. She’s just being a sibling and you get that.
  • You just wish she’d give him a chance though.
  • Having to reassure Jason all the time.
  • “She hates me”
  • “No she doesn’t. She’s just protective.”
  • She very slowly warms up to him. Especially after seeing how you interact.
  • She can see how much you both care for each other.
  • She warms up to him completely when you got hurt during a mission and he put his life on the line to get you out of there.
  • After the mission she pulls him aside.
  • “If you’re just going to put our relationship down I don’t want to hear it”
  • “No it’s not that. I saw how you put your life on the line for him/her. Just don’t hurt them alright.”
  • “I wouldn’t dream of it”
  • You’re ecstatic when Jason tells you what she said.
  • She now accepts Jason the way you do. He’s gone through enough already and you’re a good thing for him.
  • Double dates end up happening. But they aren’t too common.
  • She’s still hella protective. But she trusts the both of you.
  • It’s a relief to have her on your side finally.
Life - A short SU drabble:

It only took a few years for Lars to accept that he no longer aged. After 100 years, he learned that he just aged very slowly. By the time 1,000 years had passed, so had Steven’s lion. Steven explained that the leaves of the tree in lion’s mane had all fallen off, and then he returned to the state of not being alive. Lars’ tree was still half full by that point.

Watching everyone age and die had been difficult. First his parents, then Sadie- who never married, as she still loved him despite his seemingly immortal state. Lars couldn’t believe how he had taken it all for granted. His wannabe girlfriend, how his stomach growled when he smelled good food, the beauty of planet earth. The gems understood him. Not just the off-color ones from Homeworld, but the Crystal Gems as well. And Steven. His best friend understood him more than anyone, being half-human himself.

Steven aged strangely, but in a different way. Over time, he learned that he could alter his age with his emotions. He told Lars how, when he was 12, he nearly died because he felt old. But his mother’s gem and all of her powers- his powers, now- were affected by emotions. So if he wanted to, Steven could stay a child forever. And if he wanted to, he could age and die like Connie and his dad. Steven did both. He aged with Connie until she passed, and then he reverted back to a teenage form. He never had children, because he never wanted anyone to suffer like he had. He didn’t want another child to feel lost and confused. Even after Homeworld was defeated for the second time, he never quite felt safe.

As Lars aged, Steven shifted his appearance to match. Lars appreciated the guesture. It made him feel somewhat normal. One day, he asked Steven what he would do when he died. Steven told him that, when that day came, Rose Quartz would finally have her gem back. He doubted that his mother wanted him to live forever. From what his dad said, she wanted him to experience a normal human life. And Steven wanted to die, too, some day. He knew that, as much as the gems loved him, they had known and loved his mother for so much longer. They needed her back. And to live forever was… Lonely. The gems were still there, but he missed the people who made him feel human. The only reason he had remained himself for so long was because Lars was by his side. Lars felt the same.

Lars appreciated his second life. He appreciated the ocean that he had lived by his entire life, pre-magical powers. He appreciated how the seasons changed and how Beach City grew over time. He appreciated being able to travel and cook and try new things, being adventurous for once, accepting his fears and overcoming them one by one. He appreciated the small amount of time he had with his friends and family before they passed. He appreciated Steven and the gems, and he respected them, and he loved them honestly and fiercely. He fought for them without a moment’s hesitation.

Lars Barriga was not a zombie, but neither was he human. He had been given a second chance as someone… Wanted. As anxious as he was and would always be, deep inside, Steven had shown him that others cared about him. So much so that he had been brought back from the dead by emotions of love, gratitude, and grief. He vowed not to waste a second of his new life, and he lived earnestly and openly. As much pain as it brought him to lose his life as a human, he also felt happy to gain a new life as something else.

When Lars died, Steven buried him and said goodbye to the gems. By then, they had accepted that he could not stay. Once Pearl stopped crying and Garnet split apart so that Ruby and Sapphire could hug him, and once Amethyst noogie’d him with affection, Steven entered his mother’s room. There, he asked to see everyone he had lost. Lars, Lion, his dad, Connie, and his friends from Beach City. Even Lapis and Peridot, who left to rebuild Homeworld after the Diamonds fell. He said goodbye to them again, and he told them that he would be with them soon. Then he aged himself to dust, with only his gem left behind. Rose Quartz’s legacy finally died with him.

When Rose Quartz reformed, she touched her gem and sighed. It was over, wasn’t it? She had not been concious during the experience, but she felt all of it while in a coma-like state. She knew that more than a century had passed, which was unexpected but not surprising. When she entered the temple, the Crystal Gems welcomed her warmly, but there was a sadness. A void she could not fill. Steven had spent his entire life worrying that he would not live up to his mother’s name, but he far surpassed it. Now she knew that she could never live up to his name. The temple was covered with pictures taken by her son, and where her portrait once hung there was his ukelele.

Life is eternal for a gem, but for mortals it’s short and strange. Rose Quartz was prouder of Steven than he could have ever known. One year after she returned, she knelt beside Lars’ grave and placed a flower on his headstone. She thanked him for remaining with Steven when he had no reason to do so, and when he had every right to be furious with her son for his mistake. Humans weren’t meant to live for as long as Lars had, and she would not have blamed him if he had lashed out. Instead, though, Lars protected Steven and his humanity just as Lion had reminded her that earth’s creatures were worth protecting. He made Steven better for it.

Without Lars, Steven never would have decided to live his life for himself as much as for the gems and the humans. Their friendship and mutual understanding was something Rose Quartz never had- not with Pearl, not with Greg, not with Lion. So Rose Quartz thanked Lars, and she hoped that he and Steven managed to see each other again. She hoped that everyone Steven encountered learned to love themselves like he had.

The Heartache Pg1

Oh yes, the star of the show as everyone knows him, Bendy the Dancing Demon. He was in his room sitting in a wooden chair as he was breathing in his smoke, it’s lovely poison. His room was covered in gifts from his fans, especially those who were women. Constantly sending him letters just begging to dance with him, or be his back up dancers and all,sometimes begged to marry him. He leaned back in his chair as he opened more and more letters from his adoring
fans. He felt like a hero any time he saw a child trying to act just like him.Heck, he was a hero, every now and then when some brute would come around he’d show them a thing or two and teach them a lesson they’ll never forget. Bendy once drove a large raging pig out of town so it wouldn’t hurt any people anymore. He beat up a wrestler who didn’t know when to stop destroying people’s homes just to look for a challenger.  He caught all five robbers on a train and threw them in prison.
        And yet, an unwelcomed thought creeped along his mind. Would he have been the cheeky little devil everyone would love today if he had never met Boris? Or would he still have been trying to become everyone’s nightmare he had planned ages ago? When he got caught up with the wolf he planned to use him for as long as he wanted just to get what he wanted and toy with his emotions for a bit. Yet things…took a different turn. He never had expected the guy to be so incredibly kind. He was a wolf. Usually people have seen wolves as vicious animals who are ALWAYS hungry. Boris was different though.Boris isn’t like any wolf. Bendy threw his cigar down on the floor and stomped on it. He pulled out another one from his box and lit it. He took in a few puffs and sighed. He chuckled. He remembered when Boris would try to cheer him up when he was feeling down. Boris was certainly something. His thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing and he frowned. He picked it up.

Bendy:“Bendy the Devil here.” He said and just as he expected a loud shriek came through and he quickly slammed the phone down hard to hang up. He shook his head and growled. The phone rang once more. He yanked the plug out and silenced it for good. He sighed and leaned back in his chair once more. He looked at some old photos of himself and Boris from over the years. He looked outside and noticed it was raining. Bendy stood up and closed the curtains. He put out the cigar and dropped onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling. Over the years of beating down villains and chasing women, none of that was exciting any more. Except the beating up the villains part….and the dancing. Ah yes, the dancing, it will always be his most favorite thing to do.
All eyes are on him, people stopping what they’re doing just to see his amazing dances. All of that was thanks to Boris. He was the one who put the idea in his head. Bendi turned out the light and rolled over on his side, just staring at the wall.  Every show he’s been in, none without his best friend Boris. He and him have always been together. Danced together, played music together.Bendy loved trying different things however. Playing just one instrument wasn’t enough. He wanted to be good with all of them.Most of all though, he wanted to be able to play the clarinet.
        Bendy remembered getting into a couple fights with Boris over stupid nonscence every now and then. Even best friends get into arguments eventually, he thought. Boris wouldn’t speak to him for a week after Bendy glued feathers on him to make him look like a chicken. Bendy almost lost it. He was about ready to get into a fight with the wolf but instead, he wrote him seven pages that read; ‘I’m so sorry’ over and over. Bendy rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The sound of rain pounding on the roof made it impossible for him to fall asleep.
           Years later when his fame grew, he was chased around by his adoring fans. He didn’t mind, he loved the attention. He just couldn’t get enough of it.
           And yet….even though he was loved by all, no matter who he was with, it wasn’t enough for him anymore. The feeling of wanting attention from EVERYONE just seemed to almost very slowly fade away. It was when he was robbed from one of his 'fans’ that made him realize that he still can’t trust ANYONE. Not even when you’re famous. When things were going down he knew he could always depend on Boris’s help. He would help him no matter what. Just when he felt safe being with Boris…everything turned into a nightmare when he met her. Bendy covered himself up with the blanket and
closed his eyes tightly.
       It was fall. The wind blew like crazy, everyone’s in a hurry to get home, Boris was waiting outside Mrs. Mo’s store for Bendy. Bendy was stuck in a chat with Mo as he held onto a brown bag full of sweets. He actually seemed to enjoy her stories though. Bendy laughed after she had told him a joke.

Bendy:“That’s a good one Mrs. M!” He said with a grin. She chuckled.

Mo:“Well, you should be getting going soon, I think Boris is still waiting for you outside.” His eyes widened.

Bendy:“Ha! Oh yeah! Time flies when you’re listening to stories huh?” The two laughed and he left. He looked around for Boris but he was no longer there by the door. He frowned a little looking confused. He looked at his truck but he wasn’t there either.“Boris?” He called. He looked around until he finally saw him giving a poodle back her umbrella. Seems it got caught in the wind he thought.
He smiled.“Aw Bori, you kind hearted son-of-a-gun.” He said to himself and chuckled.“Always helping strangers huh buddy.” He walked towards them but quickly stopped when he could hear them talking. His expression changes from a warm smile to a look of worry and confusion. The woman was giving him a flirty look and his face was more red than usual. He kept telling her jokes
and telling her stories of him and Bendy’s adventures together. She giggled a lot. It was starting to get on the demon’s nerves.It was odd though, he had never felt this way before. Just seeing someone else acting like that to Boris just made him feel bitter. He didn’t understand why but he wanted to pull him away from her as far as possible. Boris finally stops talking to her and turns
around only to find Bendy. He smiled. Trying to play it off as if nothing happened Bendy thought.

Boris:“Guess what Bendy!” He said happily. Bendy put one hand on his hip and smired.

Bendy:“You got a job as a clown?” He asked, half mocking half joking. Boris shook his head.

Boris:“Nope! I gotta date!” He said and laughed happily. Bendy’s tail dropped to the ground along with his smirk and shoulders.The demon opened his mouth to speak and was ready to argue with him but he couldn’t. Not after when he looked in his eyes. He’s never seen them sparkle like that before. And that smile of his was so different. It was that feeling he had with Scarlet years ago. Bendy slowly smiled.

Bendy:“Oh, that’s great buddy!” He said. Boris was always supportive of him with whatever he wanted to do, it was his turn. Boris went on about the poodle, her name was Abella. She loved travelling to different places. This was her first visit…and apparently, Boris interested her the most. At least that’s what she told him. Bendy wanted to be as happy as Boris was whenever he thought Bendy found someone to be with, so why was this so difficult for him? He thought he was over the whole fear of Boris leaving him forever thing. But maybe he wasn’t. For a couple of nights Boris left Bendy alone at home so he could enjoy his dates with Abella. He didn’t seem to mind too much at first, things were going smoothly. Until she decided to stick around a little longer. She decided to follow them wherever they needed to go for their shows in different places. She said she wouldn’t get in the way, but after at least five shows have passed, instead of going straight to the truck where Bendy was waiting, Boris went to Abella’s car and the two would talk for hours. Bendy would sit there waiting as he smoke three cigars. His smoking became worse after seven more shows. It went from three to nearly twenty cigars.
      Boris came home every morning after their dates ever since their last show. Bendy, trying hard as he could stay happy, began to feel as if the world was crushing him. He felt like Boris was starting to push him away. He felt like he was all alone in the house when he was gone. He even left on a ship for a few days with Abella without telling him. He sincerely apologized for making him worried. He even missed their show a week after. Abella didn’t come over much. Oh gee! Haha, wonder why. Bendy thought to himself with a snarl. Bendy and Abella rarely spoke to each other. Bendy tried but even though the two had the same interests, it was like she was never truly comfortable around him. Mostly when Boris was around. This made Bendy feel worse. Every now and then when something didn’t go right, he would leave ink everywhere he walked. This seemed to gross Abella out and this was the reason she rarely came over to visit. Boris tried to make Bendy feel better but no matter what he said, his words no longer calmed him down. They felt empty. Was this karma? He wondered. Whenever he went chasing after women, going on dates, spending long nights away from home?
                  These thoughts began to trouble the demon and he bit his bottom lip. He slowly curled up into a ball of ink. His tail wrapped around his body as he hugged himself. No matter how much people begged for Bendy to stay he would always say no…..so then why was Boris staying when she asks him to? No matter who he was with, he always picked his best friend over everyone else.

The door slammed shut downstairs. Bendy sat up in his bed with wide eyes. He forced himself to get out of bed and walked down the steps. He took in a deep breath and smiled. The ink quickly dried and he found his friend on the couch. He looked tired. He walked quietly next to him and saw that he had already fallen asleep. Bendy covered him up with a blanket near by and finally felt exhaustion hit him like a train. He slowly got up on the couch and snuggled up to the wolf. He buried his face in his chest. His tail curled around him and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
       He expects to see him gone by tomorrow morning and to be gone for another month with Abella again.

anonymous asked:

21 Logince :3

Whoever asked this: thank you so much.

21. I’m bulletproof… but please don’t shoot me.



The royal looked up from where he was sketching a new idea for a video, looking at his bedroom’s door, finding Logan there, frowning, a book in his hands.

“Yes, my dearest nerd?” he asked, smiling charmingly as he stood up, fixing his hair quickly while Logan made his way inside, eyes focused on the book he was reading. “How can I assist you?”

“I have been reading this poem book” he said, looking up at Roman and then sitting on his bed “and no matter what I do, I cannot understand this specific verse”

“Have you tried looking it up in the internet?” the royal asked, sitting down next to the teacher. Logan shook his head.

“No. I usually leave the internet as my last option because of the false responses you can get. And since you are also interested in poems and you are way more… sensitive… than I am, I thought perhaps you could assist me” he said, and Roman smiled, nodding at him.

“Of course I can. I can always help” he said, in that excited way of his, and Logan nodded, looking down at the book and pointing at the verse.

“This one. It says ‘for love is like oxygen or a bullet in your brain’. I cannot comprehend. They compare love with something good and bad in the same verse, and I also cannot imagine how love can be equal to a bullet. I would not be pleased if I had a bullet going through me” Logan said, seriously, and Roman hummed.

“I thought you were an expert in poem expressions and metaphors” he said, and Logan nodded.

“Indeed I am. However I cannot decipher this one. If you can’t either, I will not bother you any longer” he said, quickly, but Roman just chuckled and shook his head, resting his hand over Logan’s thigh to tell him to stay.

“No, I can explain it to you. It is simple really. It means that love can be contradictory, it can make you live and grow and he can also come unexpectedly and hurt you deeply. That’s what the verse means” Roman explained, shrugging, and Logan raised one eyebrow and then looked down at the book before looking up at the royal again.

“You are aware that oxygen is what kills humans after time, right?” he asked, and Roman looked at him before chuckling.

“It kills you slowly. A bullet is immediate” he replied, and Logan hummed, nodding slowly.

After a moment of silence, Logan looked back at him.

“You are the one that holds Thomas’ romantic love, right?” he asked, and Roman nodded.

“Precisely. Morality takes care of friendship and family love. Why?” he asked back, smiling, eyes curious, and Logan hummed.

“Have you ever been wounded by a bullet?” the teacher asked, slowly, and Roman stared at him, calm. He stared at his eyes behind his glasses and smiled, because damn, how life was ironic.

“Well… sometimes. Thomas surely has. Several times” he said, but Logan shook his head.

“No. Not Thomas. You” he pressed, and the royal chuckled.

“Nah, I’m bulletproof” he said, looking back at Logic’s eyes, seeing something change inside them, and he swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable and small in the older trait’s presence. “But please, don’t shoot at me”

“I’m the brain…” Logan mumbled, moving closer just slightly, very slowly. “I would be the one to suffer. The bullet goes through the brain after all…”

“I know…” the royal whispered, heart beating faster than ever. Logan was so close.

“Are you worried about me?” the teacher whispered, and Roman nodded slowly.


“Don’t be”

Roman had never thought he would be hesitant to kiss anyone.

He never thought he would be the one to receive the kiss from anyone.

He was a prince.

He was supposed to kiss several people.

And yet…

Logan’s hand rested against his cheek and he pressed their lips together. Roman felt his insides twirling around his stomach, his skin melting with heat, his heart beating so fast that it could easily jump out of his chest, his brain disappearing.

This was nothing like a bullet.

It was a blossoming flower.

It was a foot touching grass.

It was a tree giving fruit.

It was a waterfall in a forest.

It was the breeze of the morning.

It was the sun in the afternoon.

It was the stars at night.

He wasn’t bulletproof.

He was just lucky none of it was a gun.