long starter sorry


pokemon leader shindan + trainer shindan

+ close up of their teams:


on the twenty-sixth of december at nine-fourty pm.

located in the renaissance exhibit of the twelfth night museum


How many times had Tiberius walked these halls with a stranger of his own to hold hands with a coy smirk on his lips before pressing up between the statues for a kiss like breathing air? Probably far too many times for him to count on two hands, his drunken escapades were frequent on the nights that he had to drink himself to sleep. With how many nights he spent in the Twelfth Night Museum, looking for someone to end up in his bed, it was a surprise that he hadn’t run out of people completely. Either Verona was getting bigger or Tiberius just didn’t give a shit anymore.

But the memory of a certain stranger pressed up against him at the bar, a golden sun masking his face but not those soul-sucking eyes and plump lips ready for the taking. The man’s dark suit and golden cane… Tiberius had found his present at the end of the night and it was one worth waiting for, soft spoken promises to meet each other afterwards to fulfill the deed they both desired.

And yet, Tiberius’s body shook, excitement alighting his every movement. Alcohol ran through his veins and adrenaline made his heart pump faster and faster as if this night hadn’t already been quite the experience. He finally stopped to breathe, pressing his back up against the wall of the exhibit, countless priceless paintings and sculptures surround him and yet it didn’t matter to him one bit. His vision blurred for a second and he saw a familiar flash of color that reminded him of the very person he couldn’t get out of his head in that moment. The thrill didn’t allow him to think as he grabbed the person in his arms and pressed them up against the wall as he had with countless others so many other times.

“So it seems tonight begins now,” he trailed off, leaning in to press his lips against theirs.


There seemed to be a buzzing in the air that even overpowered the slow drag of crickets. Something that was even louder than the fire between them, though now large enough to form something of a wall between them, which Aang had a snaking suspicion was the intent. It cracked and snapped loud enough to burn out the buzz for a few seconds—and a few uncomfortable-but-trying-to-sound-comfortable coughs—and shifted and Aang tried to focus on it. Tried to collect all himself and just look at the fire, to forget the squirm in his stomach or the shock still slapped onto every part of his skin.

Or the heat in his face that he was sure had nothing to do with Zuko’s fire.

He coughed again, but the upset stayed settled over him.

Aang chanced a quick glance through the fire at Zuko, sitting directly in front of him and thought he looked as focused on the fire as Aang was trying to be. That was always just Zuko, though, wasn’t it? Always able to sit and focus better. Aang shifted in his seat, onto his hands, his nineteenth shuffle in the last ten minutes.

When he looked at Zuko, the warmth in his face heightened to a burn and Aang could feel the memory of pressure on his lips as if Zuko had just been pressed to him again. Felt the surprise wrapping around him like something alive. Felt the kiss in every part of him, yet putting the pieces together in his head, as if convincing himself it really happened, seemed difficult.

Yet there was the pressure. And the squirm. And the fire, hotter and larger than Aang had seen from Zuko in a long while. And now the two of them sitting stiffly and with obvious, awkward distance between them.

It was all more than Aang could bear.

He cleared his throat again, louder this time, and pushed out a smile that felt a little too big and heavy on his face.

“It’s—uh—nice night, huh?” he tried and even added a laugh. “You know… clear and…good for flying tomorrow…”

Even Appa behind him grunted at the poor attempt. Aang sat quiet for a moment, waited for another long snap from the fire, and sucked in a long, steadying breath.

“So…” he started, “are we… should we maybe talk about what just… um… happened?”

“Place is beautiful at night, isn’t it?” Lucas said as he gazed at the Chicago skyline. It was too cloudy to see the stars tonight, but the moon still shined bright over the city. “I mean, yeah, the honking and all the other noises aren’t so pretty, but I don’t know…there’s just something about this place that makes me feel calmer at night.” He paused and wondered if he was revealing too much. “Uh, anyway…yeah, I just think its nice. You?” He said, suddenly unsure of himself.

Hiya loves, I’m Harry Styles and rather than rambling on about what a beautiful town you have, I’m going to tell you something embarrassing about myself. So the first big show that all my family and friends came to was hands down the most nerve wracking show we ever played. I was too focused on trying to make sure we put on a really good show for them and. wasn’t paying attention to where I was going or what I was really doing. So naturally I got my microphone stand caught on part of the stage and ending up falling over. I didn’t just fall over though. 

I fully went flying backwards and landed straight on my side. My shirt came all the way up, I missed my solo, I ended up with a huge bruise on my hipbone and my elbow - and none of the lads, my mates, my sister, or my parents have ever let me forget about it. There, and ice breaker. I’m Harry and if there’s something to trip over, I will trip over it.

++ @dnteverdoubtme

Returning to the Institute after leaving with Valentine was, in many ways, the hardest thing Jace had ever done. He had never intended to leave for good – never dreamed that he would be labeled a traitor for doing what was necessary to save his family. There was no one to fight, no physical pain to endure, but becoming an outsider to those Jace had always considered family was worse than any blow Valentine could have dealt. 

The hard, calculating looks of the Shadowhunters he had trained beside were impossible to ignore as he made his way through the front door and down the hall into the main gathering area, and the whispers of defection and betrayal followed him long after he’d locked himself in his room, away from prying eyes. Jace prided himself on being impervious to the opinions of others, but after being tortured and alone for so long, his emotions were raw and he was vulnerable. More than any true Shadowhunter would have been. 

It was just another item on a long, long list of Jace’s failures.

The knock on the door interrupted his pity party, and Jace looked up from the pillow in which he’d hidden his face, brows drawn in a scowl. 

“What?” he demanded gruffly, the parabatai bond thrumming in recognition of the person on the other side of the door. 

The end of the red ballpoint pen had fallen victim to Riya’s teeth. The frayed end had begun to look more flat and square-like, contrary to its original cylinder form. Her warm brown hues stuck to a singular word on the student’s paper before her – fucking. Riya took breaks from aimless gazing to squinting every now and then. Fucking. “–Question,” the educator cleared her throat, “should I mark off points for the word fucking? This is university, I understand, and this kind of language needn’t be censored but for a formal paper like this, it’d be considered a bit unprofessional, yeah? But at the same time, I also understand that this is being used simply as an expression.”

Snow and Silence | @wolf-queen-named-stark

~Closed rolepelay with @wolf-queen-named-stark~

The white dragon raised her head from her curled up position on the bed of brown, crinkled leaves. Her blue eyes narrowed in curiosity as a waft of a new scent blew across her nose. She stood up slowly; hardly a sound escaped from the leaf filled den in her mountain home as she prowled out of the mouth of the cave. Peering out, she stood onto her hind legs and looked around the snow covered trees. 

Dasira had been stuck in this realm for quite some time, she didn’t remember too much of her old home other than she knew she missed the luxuries it provided in companionship. Out here, the call of dragons was not existent, only making Dasira wonder why she chose to come here in the first place.

The white, ice dragon settled back down onto all four legs and began to pad deeper into the forest in search of some form of food. The snow silenced her footsteps as she continued to sweep away her tracks with her tail. She paused, hearing voices in the distance. Her heightened dragon sight allowed her to see some humans off in the distance, which caused her only to worry as to why they were so close to her den. 

She immediately let her magic free a bit, allowing her form to change into that of a woman with white hair and white tattoo marks that covered the entirety of her body. A warm dress covered her pale skin, causing her to smile at the change of temperature. She went to go investigate the group of humans.

time: around 2 am, UTC+9
location: キンキー   ホテル , Osaka, Japan

If his boss had seen him – feet up on the welcome desk, tie loosened, glasses on, book in hand – he would’ve been fired, so it was more than a blessing that his boss never bothered to come check up on anything that happened. He would’ve thought that a man traditional enough to insist on having an actual hotel clerk present when most of his competition had long ago upgraded to a computerized kiosk to dispense rooms in the middle of the night would have been the kind of man to check up, periodically, on his business ventures. But he didn’t, and it was probably the only reason Oliver was still gainfully employed. 

It was the sixth time in the past month he’d read through the heavily dog-eared, well-worn copy of Yoshimoto Banana’s Kitchen he kept stowed away in the bottom desk drawer for nights like tonight. Dead nights, where the eerie, empty silence of the night outside began to creep in amidst the grungy pink-and-blue fluorescents of the lobby. It was always quiet, in fits and starts, and the brief exchanges he had were stilted and formal, like the embarrassment of the situation was enough to inform the interaction without requiring politeness or friendliness. The chain of terse businessmen meeting prostitutes was only broken up by the occasional giggling tourist couple speaking to him, usually, in slow, too-loud English, painfully absorbed in the novelty and charm of the situation and not realizing he’d grown up speaking more English than Japanese. 

Even having read the before, he must have been more entranced by is than he realized, or maybe just more tired than he realized; he didn’t hear the electronic-sounding chime that usually accompanied the door opening before he heard footsteps approaching his desk. 

     “ いらっしゃいませ ” he intoned, a bored, familiar, repetitive phrase; the forced politeness the hotel’s owner demanded by requiring him to act like a shop greeter made his less-than-welcoming posture stand out even more in comparison. He didn’t care, that much. He barely looked up from his book as he spoke, beginning the usual scripted exchange he’d been going through nightly for going on five years. Barely took notice of the person walking towards him from the doorway – not exactly the usual clientele, though no one coming through that door could ever have really surprised him. “Do you want the room hourly, or all night?”

New Beginnings

They hadn’t talked for the past half hour.

There were glances of course, little looks exchanged when one thought the other wasn’t looking, but Erin caught every a glimpse of several when she looked in the rear-view mirror. For a while they’d been conversing like normal, getting along and joking, casually flirting perhaps without even realizing it. She’d thought things were going well, but the quiet which had fallen seemed to state otherwise. The brunette had to quietly remind herself that their weekend had only just started and that it wasn’t as if any confessions of love or the like would happen while everyone had been stuck in a van for a few hours. She tried not to sigh, smiling when she felt a hand reaching up from behind her to rub her shoulder.

“Shouldn’t be too much longer,” she told Raph with a smile, eyes never leaving the road. “We’ve got a few miles down this road and then the dirty road to my mom’s house’ll be coming up.”

She was almost home and her stomach was full of nervous butterflies it seemed. Going back to where she’d grown up was always a welcome experience, but this was the first trip home she’d ever taken where she felt genuinely anxious. After all, she was finally going to introduce her mother to the boyfriend she’d been steadily letting her get to know over the phone, the same boyfriend who was actually her fiancee now and who so happened to be a mutant turtle she’d dated for a few years now. Nobody really knew how Erin’s mother would react, whether she’d be frightened or angry or against the relationship, but she wanted to be optimistic. She wanted things to turn out okay, glancing at the ring Raph had made for her before she looked back up at the road.

“Based on the address you gave me, I’d say it’s about twenty minutes.”

He’d been keeping track of their progress periodically since they’d left NYC, feeling an undeniable compulsion to map their journey. Given that he tended to do all the driving whenever he and his brothers were in the city, it could feel a little odd to him whenever he wasn’t behind the wheel, having only experienced as much whenever he was injured or Casey was driving them up to his family’s farmhouse. It was also highly possible that it was a means for him to deal with the nervousness that had firmly settled inside of him for more than one reason. He was of course absolutely concerned about how things would pan out with Erin’s mother, had been asked by Leo to attend if only to help keep his brothers and father back in the city up to date on how things went down. Or, as much as he hated to say it, utilize a serum he’d developed to temporarily knock Erin’s mother out, so they could try to make the big reveal seem like a big dream rather than the truth of the matter. Harsh as that was, if Mrs. Brooks disagreed with her daughter’s relationship, concealing it once again might be the only option they had.

All that stress aside, the other reason for his fluttering nerves happened to be sitting in the back of the van with him, taking the form of a beautiful woman he’d been utterly smitten with almost since the first moment he’d met her. He and Dallas had made first right away, seemed to click immediately, so being around her was nothing awful. In fact, he greatly enjoyed her company and had regularly spent hours with just her alone, discussing some of his work or her Dominican heritage. She had a warm personality and a sharp wit, never failing to make him feel as if he could genuinely talk to her about anything. It hadn’t taken him long at all to develop a crush on her and it hadn’t taken much longer after that realization for him to come to terms with the fact that he happened to be falling more and more in love with her every single day. It had been months since he’d realized his feelings and he’d been dying to tell her, to let her know just how much he cared for her, but it just didn’t seem like a good idea. Raph had gotten damn lucky where Erin was concerned. Just because his brother had managed to find a woman who felt the same way didn’t mean he had a chance with Dallas.

Trying not to sneak another glance at Dallas, he decided to try starting up some conversation.

“So, Raph, are you getting nervous yet?”


TFLN Sentence Starters (Part 4)
  • [text] Do you ever get high and look at your cat and feel like you know them on an intellectual level?
  • [text] Three of my exes and one of my exes' brothers have hit me up and it's only been a week. I hate semester break.
  • [text] Remember when I got punched in the face on NYE last year? I don't
  • [text] I wasn't going to just ask my parents for a damn vibrator for christmas
  • [text] I put chex mix in your purse for when you get hungry while doing your walk of shame tomorrow!
  • [text] I snuck out three pillows from the hotel i was rolling so hard. They are like little clouds. I regret nothing.
  • [text] Went out with the family last night and some 40 yr old lady wanted to take me home. My mom was not happy with me
  • [text] If it snows I'm making an igloo and getting wasted in it
  • [text] new years resolution: more sex, less car punching, more chipotle.
  • [text] He's interpretive dancing to Crazy by Britney Spears and expressing his feelings for either me or the guy next to us
  • [text] He puked in the middle of it and I still wasn't disappointed.
  • [text] Well I've made a drinking game out of the Wiggles but I think I've got this babysitting thing down
  • [text] You are the jesus of drinking
  • [text] Never underestimate the power of loudly proclaiming you want to make out with someone
  • [text] Pretty much gone. He was in the backseat and kept whispering that his "toes felt like pigtails"
  • [text] Holy shit, add "successfully got stoned secretly at a party where a cop was" to my list of accomplishments.
  • [text] I'm smoking a bowl in my bathtub. I'm meant to be alone.
  • [text] friends are allowed to bang on New Years, I read it on the Internet somewhere.
  • [text] I hope my margaritas pass through security.
  • [text] Go have fun. I'm gonna go shower off the regret.
  • [text] Never again let me pretend to be australian for free booze.
  • [text] woke up this morning with a pool of champagne in my purse. apparently i was saving it for later.
  • [text] just had a flashback of you pouring champagne into my mouth from someones balcony..
  • [text] Unless you can cure my hangover with your penis I'm not interested.
  • [text] They tried to dine n dash at dennys and the waiter jumped on their car and broke their windshield
  • [text] The first thing I did in 2015 was suck a dick.....so.....
  • [text] Woke up with champagne in my hair and honey mustard on my hands. Strangely, I'm okay with this
  • [text] For future reference, don't put tape on your nipples. Ouch.
  • [text] I wish I could take a screenshot of how things literally look from my eyeballs right now
  • [text] I'm gonna write a book. Almost Awesome: all the times I ALMOST got laid.
  • [text] Dude you asked your tattoo if it wanted to go swimming
  • [text] Called my dealer in tears and we talked for an hour until I felt better. That's the way it should be.
  • [text] Mmm. Champagne. Weed. 17 pounds of animal crackers.
  • [text] Just scratched my head and I basically rained glitter.
  • [text] Did the walk of shame past her kids. I'm younger than one of them.
  • [text] its not facebook stalking, its market reasearch
  • [text] I've never been so excited to have my ass in so much pain.
  • [text] Drunk me just left a note for sober me apologizing for all the fucking crumbs in our bed
  • [text] I feel like I was playing penis roulette last night nd I landed on the wrong one.
  • [text] but I'm still not sure how you became more and more fluent in Spanish the drunker you got
  • [text] The vodka told me to go iceskating on my frozen pool. I may have attempted.
  • [text] Remember the girl I had sex with in the dorm stairwell? She got married!
  • [text] I haven't had an orgasm since 2014. So you can see why I'm having a bad year.
  • [text] do you have any idea how expensive it is to have the munchies at Disneyland?
  • [text] I'm drunk in your building find me and we can have sex.
  • [text] Dude. I don't even want cuddles. I just want an acknowledgement that I just had balls in my mouth.
  • [text] I'm getting "congrats on your engagement" shots. I need to get engaged more often!
  • [text] I wanna snuggle with you as we feed each other chipotle burrito bowls and that's just where I'm at right now
  • [text] I don't know. I'm drunk and dressed as a pirate but ill do the math tomorrow morning.
  • [text] woke up to the trail of sugar cubes leading to my bed........was i that uncooperative last night
  • [text] I'm serious-it was like trying to deep-throat a minivan.
  • [text] I would say that that is the last time I ever drink a bottle of jack in two hours, but really who am I kidding?
  • [text] I'm honestly wondering if my vagina did something to offend the universe
  • [text] if becoming an adult is chugging a bottle of wine in your bed and crying about your stresses while your dog watches you, sign me up
  • [text] i cant believe we used adam and eve as a sexting theme last night
  • [text] I'm trying to be sexual and you're sending me smashmouth lyrics
  • [text] I saw your dick pic and thought there goes the last thread of my heterosexuality.
  • [text] I mixed Jack with hot chocolate. This may be the best or worst idea ever. I have yet to find that out
  • [text] Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
  • [text] do you think your dog feels awkward being in the background of your nudes?
  • [text] his ex girlfriend sent him a pic of her naked in the bathtub so I sent her a pic of me sucking his dick
  • [text] I knew it was time to stop when you guys were playing a drinking game called "every three steps take a drink"
  • [text] You couldve had sex with 2 drunk chicks on an alligator slide.
of monsters and men | sentence starters

“well, maybe i’m a crook for stealing your heart away”
“and these fingertips will never run through your skin”
“so i think it’s best we both forget before we dwell on it”
“you love, love, love when you know i can’t love”
“alone, i fight these animals”
“but i knew that i was safe from there on out”
“far from home, all alone, but we’re so happy.”
“i don’t like walking around this old and empty house”
“so hold my hand; i’ll walk with you, my dear”
“there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back”
“some days i don’t know if i am wrong or right”
“though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore”
“just let me go; we’ll meet again soon”
“the books that i keep by my bed are full of your stories”
“i met a man today and he smiled back at me”
“but these problems aside, i think i taught you well”
“and as the world come to an end, i’ll be here to hold your hand”
“you’re a king and i’m a lionheart”
“i heard them calling in the distance”
“so i packed my things and ran far away from all the trouble”
“and as i looked around i began to notice that we were nothing like the rest”
“i’m looking for a place to start”
“i dare you to close your eyes”
“oh, i miss the comfort of this house”
“can you chase this fire away?”
“i spend my night dancing with my own shadow”
“i’m letting go, but i’ve never felt better”
“my dear old friend, take me for a spin”
“you’re cold against the skin”
“take me in your arms when walls are closing in”
“you overwhelm my lungs and it’s tearing me apart”
“i live the life of letting go”

“if i could make amends with all my shadows, i’d bow my head and welcome them”
“are you really going to love me when i’m gone?”
“darker days are taking over me”
“i am sorry this is how it always goes”
“you could have tried to take a closer look at me”
“i should not care but i don’t know how”
“i am sorry for the trouble, i suppose”
“we’re stuck in slow life”
“you saw me in new light, and i saw you sheltered by the night”
“feel the ocean as it breathes”
“i find comfort in the sound and the shape of the heart”
“i’m finally at peace but it feels wrong”
“there’s nothing that i’d take back”
“it’s hard to say there’s nothing i regret”
“no matter where i sleep, you are haunting me”

Shopping for groceries was never something special for Lana, since she and her mom never needed much. But having to buy groceries for her entire ‘family’ was a … challenge. Especially with one of her baby-relatives strapped to her chest, because no one else of the people loitering around her home had time to watch over the infant.

The bouncing steps into the direction of the shop were apparently too much for the sensitive stomach of the baby and everything that was in there before, was now upchucked onto Lana’s shirt. With a loud gasp, she held abruptly, staring at the stain with a shocked expression.   ❝No flippin’ way❞, she grumbled to herself, frantically searching for a tissue in her bag ━ no success

Shamelessly grabbing the upper arm of the next passerby, Lana approached them with: ❝Hey, sorry ━ d’ya have a tissue by any chance?❞ and a nod to the mush on her clothing and blotches of it on the chin of the cooing baby.

That girl is a real crowd pleaser. Small world, all her friends know me.

Joslyn sang into the microphone, chocolate colored hues staring out into the crowd of unidentifiable faces before her. Ombre hair framed her face as she closed her eyes, letting the notes of the song sweep through her.

Frat girls still tryna get even

         haters mad for whatever reason.

                     Smoke in the air, binge drinkin’

The lyrics fell from her smoothly, the sound of her airy vocals filling the room. The nerves she’d felt before climbing on stage were still with her but had manifested into calming sway of her hips. As the music continued her voice grew louder, the sound coming from her almost as piercing as the look in her eyes. The sway of her hips continued until she and the music both came to an abrupt stop. Tossing the mic back to the singer she’d borrowed it from Joslyn was off the stage almost as quickly as she’d stormed it. Armed with nothing but a excited smile as she approached a certain face in the crowd with an arm extended.

“A bet’s a bet, pay up champ.”

@nigellecter gets a harley starter for the modern!bonnie & clyde au

The days spent since her untimely escape from the Team had not been spent idle, a fact that she took some pride in, but the truth of it was that Harley was a girl on the run. While the escape itself had not been publicized (easily enough done since no one had admitted to capturing her in the first place – these things were called covert operations for something) her face had been plastered on far too many wanted posters and television ads than she’d like to admit… And the photos they used weren’t exactly flattering, a point of fact that had offended her tender sensibilities.  Only by an expenditure of pure willpower had she resisted the urge to doll herself up and send in a far more accurate representation of her than the drowned rat that her intake photos had portrayed her as.

Instead, she’d resigned herself, albeit with extreme prejudice, to ducking and running for cover, at least for the time being.  The Joker’s choke hold on the Underworld of Gotham was teetering, something that tended to happen when both the King and the Queen had disappeared from the radar, and as much as she wanted to show the world that her Puddin’s power was unquestionable, one too many close calls with Batsy had sent her into the shadows – a place that she rather abhorred.  That hadn’t meant that she’d stayed out of trouble, though, as her current state of being gave credence to.  The rough and tumble had been unavoidable: even three states and she’d lost track of how many days distance didn’t mean that she’d let people trash talk her Mister J. Only she got to call him those names, nobody else had earned the right!  

Four (or was it five?) on one weren’t the worst odds she’d ever faced, and if she’d had her wits about her (but then who was to say she even had any of those left?) she might’ve chosen to turn the other cheek, but foul moods and short tempers on her part hadn’t allowed her that self-restraint.  The bruises, the blood, that part she coulda dealt with on her own, but the pain that was screaming on the inside of her forearm told her that it was something needing more attention than she could give.  Her hair was damp, pulled back in a frizzy bun at the nape of her neck, dyed a pale yellow that passed for blonde in the right light (not that the dye job ever lasted long, the chemically bleached hair was stubborn about showing its true colors).  Smudges of pale makeup covered most of the tattoos visible on her face.  A hoodie wrapped around her, concealing a neon pink and yellow nebula tank top and black denim jeans with too many pockets and belts hugged her legs ending in knee high combat boots that had at least half a dozen straps along the side.  Gloves of dark mesh wrapped around her hands, barely visible in the sleeves of the hoodie, serving to conceal most of the tattoos there, at least until the docs had to get up close and personal.  (Here’s hoping that the small city doctors had something to do with their time other than watch national news.)

A yawn escaped, half hidden behind the arm that wasn’t cradled across her waist, and she dared another glance around the half crowded waiting room.  Boredom wasn’t her friend, and patience had never really been her style, even before she’d been taken in by the Joker and remade.  Something had to be done, someone’s brain had to be picked, before she resorted to something far more extreme to keep herself entertained. Most of the people in the E.R. waiting room were just plain boring, dismissed without a second thought, hardly even a first, but it didn’t take long for her to zoom in on her potential target: handsome, in a suave, dangerous kinda way, piercing eyes, almost crimson, the face of an aristocrat crammed into casual attire that was nearly as bloody as her own.  A smile danced over her features as she leaned forward, hoping to catch the attention of the man seated across from her.  “So, this is the part where you say, ‘you should see the other guys’, right? Right?  Please tell me I’m right before I go outta my mind with the waitin’, k?”