Pokemon Origins is just “Green you’re 11 and you’re really fucking gay holy shit”
His face straight up looks like “Why do I feel all warm inside when he gets right up in my face?? It feels nice I wanna irritate him more so he does this more NO HOMO” Oh my God it is so adorable and I want to just. Honey. You are so. GAY.
Simon just blinked at me from where he was sprawled on his and Baz’s sofa, and for a moment, I thought he’d somehow turned into a goblin.
“Hey Pen, I picked up this weird green clay face mask from the store, and we thought we’d try it out!”
He looked like he was trying to smile but instead his face was just cracking open.
“Wait, what do you mean we?”
Just then, Baz stumbled out from the kitchen, matching green mud slopped on his face and cucumbers obscuring his vision as he felt around for the spot next to Simon, tossing an offhand ‘Bunce’ in my general direction.
Send me the first line of a fic and I’ll write the next five!
James stormed into Thomas’ office, shaking his head slightly. Thomas looked up, an uneasy look crossing across his face. James looked mad, and Thomas didn’t like it when we was angry.
“What have I done now?” He asked, and James glared.
“I’m sick of this!” He replied.
“You’re always sick…” Thomas mumbled.
“What was that, Tommy?”
“Nothing.” He laughed, shaking his head. “What did I do again?”
“It doesn’t matter, I guess. Just kiss me, asshole.” James replied. “And, if I have to pick up one more fucking sock from our bedroom floor and move it into the washing basket, I will gut you like a fish.”
Truth or Truth (Souji route. Good ending) Souji. Do you ever miss the guys from the shinsengumi?
Okita’s face falls. “All the time,” he says, quietly, and with unusual solemnity. “I love Chizuru, but she’s not them. She tries, but…” His voice trails off into a sigh. “I know it’s stupid, and life was hard more often than not, but I still find myself missing the old days now and again. I dream of Shiei Hall more than I dream of our days in Kyoto, but sometimes I’m fighting with the Shinsengumi in the war, like I couldn’t when it was really happening.” His face twitches into a frown that looks almost frightened, like a lost child. “They’re not really nightmares, but they still make me cry. I don’t know why, but—” He stops abruptly. “The bottom line is, not a day passes where I don’t think of everyone else in the Shinsengumi,” he finishes, letting out a rueful laugh. “They always say you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, and they’re right. I never really let myself think of them as my friends, even though that’s what they were, and now it’s too late to tell them how important they are to me.”