The brushing smell of Indian food entwined with oleander wafted over his nose in simple pleasure. They were scents that otherwise the German ever would have recognized - though suddenly they were… too familiar to not catch his attention. It meant a more favorable presence was nearby, a stranger to his mind, but comfort to his heart. Even this feeling, however, was an odd one to him, though one met with grace and an undefinable shred of dismayover what could and never would be in his future.
❝Ah - see, you’re in luck. I’m fully clothed. Now, you know why you shouldn’t be here - so why return?❞
After all - he was a monster, and never deserved the way Kala looked at him and was a fool to think otherwise once before.
Sooooooooo my parents are allowed to purposely say problematic, offensive shit to me so they can make fun of me for getting on my “soap box,” and when I start raising my voice after getting screamed at for calmly voicing a contrary opinion and standing up for other people, I’m immature, I’m attacking them, I’m spoiled, and I’m living in my own little world (even though their opinions are based on privilege and prejudice and mine are based on facts and at least AN ATTEMPT to check my own privilege).
And they also do this thing where they claim that my opinions will matter once I have a job. Uhhhh…I know how taxes and morality work, assholes. And I’m ALSO entitled to my opinions.
After the fire, Derek
couldn’t for the life of him find any way to piece himself back together. With
Paige, the hole was patched up by family, by soothing touches and sombre,
empathetic looks that were sent his way. He was stifled by sheer empathy his
family had showed him, and he, in turn, had greedily accepted the comfort like
water into a sponge.
However, he didn’t anticipate that seeing her again would entail of fresh waves of pain. He thought that that ship had sailed and past. However, seeing the figure of the woman standing a way off, not realizing his presence, Derek realized that nothing was what it seemed to be.
Gasping, Derek stumbled forward, seeming like a fish out of water, beached and disoriented, ‘Paige?’
Facts aside, this fandom sees a blushing character and instantly associates it with romance/arousal. People blush for loads of different reasons. Now let’s pretend Mashima isn’t making disgusting jokes otherwise I’ll vomit. Lol.
air india has a new ad out and it’s all about this white dude who LOVES INDIA and he doesn’t even need to visit the country because he flies air india all the time!! great food and lovely indian stewardesses whoa!!! *insert corny dialogue with indian guy* *insert scenes of white dude being treated like royalty in first class with stewardess tucking him in when he wants to sleep* “I LOVE MY AIR INDIA :)”