“Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
“You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
“What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
“I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
“If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
“What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
“I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
“I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
“You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
“I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
“What is this, a concert for ants???”
“I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
“When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
“The wolves eat tonight.”
“Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
"When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
“Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
“How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
“I think I misplaced my right hand”
“I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
“Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
“Have your eyes always been that colour?”
“I’m going to fight the sun!”
“You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
“I’m not into that kinda thing.”
“Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
“I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
“Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
“Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
“What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
“What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
“Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
“Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
“This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
“Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
“ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
“Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
“Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
“Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
“Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
“Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
“Wait. You’re aroused?”
“Why would that surprise you?”
“It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
“okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
“I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
“I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
"Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
“how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
“…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
“For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
“Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
“Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
“_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
“What the heck happened while I was at the store?
"What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
“Despreate times call for cows.”
“Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
“You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
“Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
“Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
“Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
“I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
“I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
“I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
“Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
“So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
“dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
“Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
“What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS A DUCKPOTATO”
“PUT THE PUPPY DOWN AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!”
“PLEASE DON’T HANG UP! YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE IN DANGER!”
“What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
“Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
“You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
“Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
“Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
“So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
“Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
“Tell me why, exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
“Look, I’m not a liar, alright? And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me. So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now. And maybe a million dollars.”
“Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
“Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
“Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
“Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
“Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
“This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
“So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
“I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
“Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
“Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
“I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
“Every time you speak I literally die a little”
“One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”
“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)
This is an in-progress list, so more titles and categories will be added, but feel free to reblog and/ or add something!
4th Man Out- A gay man goes through the process of coming out to his aggressively straight buddies. Comedy with a happy ending.
Adam & Steve- Ridiculous series of events during a relationship between two men. Bad comedy with a happy ending.
Beautiful Thing- A teenager dealing with his preoccupied mother falls in love with a classmate. Happy Ending.
Blue is the Warmest Colour- Coming-of-age romantic drama between two teenage girls. Unhappy ending.
Brokeback Mountain-A complex emotional and romantic relationship between two men in the American West develops between 1963 and1983. Unhappy ending.
Carol- A forbidden affair between a young photographer and an older woman going through divorce during the 1950s. Happy Ending.
Capital Games- Two men fighting for the same position in a company struggle with their feelings for each other when forced to do a team-building exercise as part of a business retreat. Happy ending.
Dog Day Afternoon- Hostage drama based on the true story of a man who held up a bank to fund his partner’s bottom surgery. Unhappy ending.
Milk- Documentary about the life and death of pioneering gay politician Harvey Milk. Unhappy ending.
My Beautiful Laundrette- A young man living in london reunites with an old friend, eventually developing a romantic relationship with him after offering him a job running a laundrette to get him off the streets. Happy ending.
My Own Private Idaho- Two friends embark on a journey of personal discovery that takes them to both Idaho and Italy. Unhappy ending.
Pariah- A Black butch lesbian slowly comes to terms with her identity. Ambiguous ending.
Pride- The story of an unlikely alliance between striking miners in a Welsh village and London gay rights activists. Happy ending.
Shelter- Gay surfers fall in love. Happy ending.
Show Me Love- Two teenage girls begin a tentative romantic relationship. Ambiguous ending.
Tangerine-A transgender sex worker discovers her boyfriend and pimp has been cheating on her. Ambiguous ending.
Tomboy- A ten-year-old experiments with their gender. Ambiguous ending.
The Weekend-A romantic drama of a brief, touching encounter between two men. Bittersweet ending.
Tropical Malady- A soldier arriving to investigate the mysterious slaying of animals and a farm boy strike up a connection. Ambiguous ending.
Camp Rewind- Two women strike up a romance at a summer retreat.
Never Lose Your Flames- A fire elemental and the bounty hunter being paid to arrest him fall in love.
Bad Boy- A transgender youtube star by day and vigilante by night, a job goes south and someone is out to ruin Ren’s life, leaving him struggling to clear his name.
Of Fire and Stars- A magic user and future queen falls in love with a princess, and her husband-to-be’s sister.
If I Was Your Girl- Trans romance written by a trans author
The Fifth Season- In the distant future, nature ravages the land, with a select few being able to control it. Main characters include a bi man, a gay man, and a trans woman.
Six of Crows (two book series)- A gang of thieves take on their most ambitious job yet- stealing a magic-enhancing drug. Features a lighthearted love story between a sharpshooter and the demolitions expert.
Into this River I Drown- A man searching for the truth behind his father’s death falls in love with his town’s guardian angel.
Not Your Sidekick- After failing to manifest powers, the local superhero duo’s daughter takes on an internship with their super-villain rival, and falls in love with her. Also has a trans boy.
Chameleon Moon- A group of people struggle to survive in a city of magic and turmoil. Has a married lesbian couple, several gay characters, and a nonbinary character.
Last Seen Leaving- After his sort-of-girlfriend vanishes, a closeted kid is forced to team up with another friend of hers, and develops feelings for him along the way
The Lightning-struck Heart- A wizard and a knight are sent to save the knight’s boyfriend, and fall hopelessly in love along the way. There’s also a gay dragon.
The Girl With the Crooked Fangs- A half-vampire develops a crush on her daring human friend.
Ice Massacre & Ice Crypt (two book series)- A mermaid hunter develops feelings for an old friend of hers, who happens to be one of the mermaids she’s sent to kill.
The Coldest Girl In Coldtown- Vampire story with a twist, and both a bisexual and transgender main character.
The Foxhole Court (3 book series)- Neil, a gifted Exy player with a rocky past, joins a competitive team. Several gay and bi characters, including the protagonist.
The Raven Cycle (3 book series)- A group of boys and a girl who serves as a psychic amplifier try to find and awaken a Welsh king. Stars a romance between a boy who can take things out of his dreams and a magician.
Shallow Graves- A girl awakens several feet underground, at the same moment when all birds in the nearby vicinity drop dead. She struggles to piece together the identity of the killer while finding out what she is. Bisexual protagonist.
In The Flesh- Kieran, a Partially Deceased Syndrome (PDS) sufferer, is brought back to live and returned home. He’s gay, as are various other characters.
Carmilla- Lesbian vampires! Plus a nonbinary character played by a nonbinary actor
Skam- The story of teenagers in a secondary school, with each season being told from a different characters point of view. Several gay main characters.
Shadowhunters- Hard to explain, but has both a gay and a bi character.
The Get Down- The lives of a group of nyc teens in the 1970′s, with two of the characters in the latest episode stopping just short of kissing
Torchwood- About an agency created to control alien beings. Lots of bi and gay characters.
The Magicians- A group of students at a college train to use magic and defend themselves against an enemy from another dimension. The protagonist of the series is a bisexual man, and there’s also another gay main character.
I love Hamilton, but something about the way white fans engage with the musical really bothers me: a lot of them are posting in the tag about the actual, historical revolutionaries and founding fathers in a way that makes them seem like funny, sweet, good people. They weren’t. I don’t just mean “Jefferson was a piece of shit”: none of them were good. Every one of their asses saw black people as inferior, even if not all of them supported slavery. All of them participated in genocidal policy against indigenous peoples. If you’re watching/listening to Hamilton and then going out and romanticizing the real founding fathers/American revolutionaries, you’re missing the entire point.
Hamilton is not really about the founding fathers. It’s not really about the American Revolution. The revolution, and Hamilton’s life are the narrative subject, but its purpose is not to romanticize real American history: rather, it is to reclaim the narrative of America for people of colour.
Don’t romanticize the founding fathers and the revolution. They’re already romanticized. It’s been done. Your history books have already propagated those lies. The revolution is romanticized as an American narrative because it was a revolution lead by and for white men. Their story is the narrative of the nation and it is a narrative from which people of colour are utterly obliterated.
Do you understand what it’s like to live in a nation where you are made marginal and inconsequential in the historical narrative that you are taught from your first day of school? In the Americas, to be a person of colour is to be made utterly inconsequential to the nation’s history. If you are black, your history begins with slavery, and your agency is denied; they don’t teach about slave rebellions or black revolutionaries. You learn about yourself as entirely shaped by outside forces: white people owned you, then some white people decided to free you and wasn’t that nice of them? and then you’re gone until the civil rights movement. That is the narrative they teach; in which you had no consequence, no value, no impact until less than a century ago. If you are indigenous, you are represented as disappeared, dead, already gone: you do not get to exist, you are already swallowed by history. If you are any other race, you are likely not present at all. To live in a land whose history is not your own, to live in a story in which you are not a character, is a soul-destroying experience.
In Hamilton, Eliza talks, in turn, of “taking herself out of the narrative” and “putting herself back in the narrative.” That’s what Hamilton is about: it’s about putting ourselves in the narrative. It puts people of colour in the centre of the damn narrative of the nation that subjugates them; it takes a story that by all accounts has been constructed to valourize the deeds of white men, and redefines it all.
Why was the American Revolution a revolution? Why were slave revolts revolts? Why do we consider the founding fathers revolutionaries and not the Black Panthers or the Brown Berets or any number of other anti-racist revolutionary organizations? Whose rebellion is valued? Who is allowed to be heroic through defiance? By making the founding fathers people of colour, Hamilton puts people of colour into the American narrative, while simultaneously applying that narrative to the present. Right now, across the United States, across the damn world, people are chanting “black lives matter.” Black people are shutting down malls and highways, demanding justice for the lives stolen by police, by white supremacy. And all across the world, indigenous people are saying “Idle No More,” blockading pipelines, demanding their sovereignty. And “No One is Illegal” is chanting loud enough to shake down the walls at the border; people are demanding the end of refugee detention centres, demanding an end to the violence perpetuated by anti-immigration policies. People of colour are rising up.
…And white people are angry about it. White people are saying “if blacks don’t want to get shot by the police they shouldn’t sag their pants”; saying “get over it” about anti-indigenous policies of assimilation and cultural genocide and land theft; Jennicet Gutiérrez was heckled by white gay men for demanding that president Obama end the detention of undocumented trans women of colour. White people see people of colour rising up and they tell us to sit down. Shut up. Stop making things difficult. The American Revolution was a bunch of white men who didn’t want to be taxed, so white history sees their revolutionary efforts as just; they killed for their emancipation from England; they were militant. That, to white people is acceptable. But those same white people talk shit about Malcolm X for being too violent–a man who never started an uprising against the government leading to bloodshed. Violence is only acceptable in the hands of white people; revolution is only okay when the people leading the charge are white.
Hamilton makes those people brown and black; Hamilton depicts the revolution of which America is proud as one led by people of colour against a white ruling body; there’s a reason King George is the only character who is depicted by a white man. The function of the visual in Hamilton is to challenge a present in which people of colour standing up against oppression are seen as violent and dangerous by the same people who proudly declare allegiance to the flag. It forces white people to see themselves not as the American Revolutionaries, but as the British oppressors. History is happening, and they’re on its bad side.
So don’t listen to or watch Hamilton and then come out of that to romanticize the founding fathers. Don’t let that be what you take away from this show. They’re the vehicle for the narrative, and a tool for conveying the ideologies of the show, but they are not the point. Don’t romanticize the past; fight for the future.
so I had this idea that as a kid Russel got Noodle a toy and thought it’d be super cute if she kept it all these years
It’s a bit rough so sorry, but I thought it was still cute so here ya go
BUT HEY I swear half the fandom is complaining Russel is underappreciated, this is my official appreciation to this great man. I feel Russel is the dad who respects that Noodles grown up, but is still sentimental and brings up stories of her as a kid???
since it’s finally starting to feel like winter outside, I put together some songs to listen to when the days get darker and the weather colder. a mix of alternative, indie folk, and acoustic.
1. blue moon - beck 2. black flies - ben howard 3. promise - ben howard 4. people help the people - birdy 5. winter white hymnal - birdy 6. blood bank - bon iver 7. the emotion - børns 8. northern wind - city and colour 9. christmas lights - coldplay 10. oceans - coldplay 11. delicate - damien rice 12. youth - daughter 13. the ice is getting thinner - death cab for cutie 14. kiss me - ed sheeran 15. i see fire - ed sheeran 16. black water - edward sharpe and the magnetic zeroes 17. hypnotized - fleetwood mac 18. syndicate - the fray 19. mad world - gary jules 20. picture frames - georgia fair 21. days go on - greg laswell 22. call me in the afternoon - half moon run 23. sedated - hozier 24. cinder and smoke - iron & wine 25. when we were on fire - james bay 26. in your atmosphere - john mayer 27. a bad dream - keane 28. one day - kodaline 29. stormy weather - the kooks 30. lamplight - lewis watson 31. windows - lewis watson 32. the yawning grave - lord huron 33. frozen pines - lord huron 34. buzzcut season - lorde 35. stubborn love - the lumineers 36. breathe - matt corby 37. winter winds - mumford & sons 38. align - nina nesbitt 39. dirty paws - of monsters and men 40. always - panama 41. chasing cars - snow patrol 42. sad beautiful tragic - taylor swift 43. back to december - taylor swift 44. out of the woods - taylor swift 45. red eye - vance joy 46. my kind of man - vance joy 47. unsteady - x ambassadors 48. hypnotic - zella day
lemme get uhhhhh,,, MORE KLANCE AS PARENTS HEADCANNONS (the last batch was too good)
Oh man, you guys are really into Klance dads. Alright then. I’ll try to find some more cute headcanons.
Keith is very uncomfortable with babies. He holds them like they might shatter, while Lance tosses them around like a football. He hoists them up one handed, balances them on his hip, catches them with his dad reflexes by a single foot. It gives Keith intense heartburn to watch.
“Babe, why are you so nervous?” *Keith, cradling his first child with both arms, intensely focusing on his grip and posture* “She’s just… so… murderable”
Keith initially has a lot of panic and insecurity that he will be/is a bad father. Lance holds him close and tells him that he is one of the most loving and gentle people he’s ever met, and if he takes care of their child as well as he takes care of Lance… well then he’ll be just fine.
Hunk is their children’s godfather. Initially Shiro feels slightly affronted, but Keith admits “We love you dude, and of course we trust you it’s just that… man bad stuff just seems to happen to you?”. Shiro nods. “This is fair.”
Their daughters call Hunk “Hunkle”. Hunk + Uncle.
They grow up very confused about who they’re actually related to. “So wait, we have no relation to Hunkle or Aunt Pidge? Is Uncle Shiro related to us?? No?? But wait, Aunt Maria is actually dad’s sister?” “Listen girls, I have no biological family so that’s easy. If they’re tan and speak Spanish? Yes you’re actually related. Everyone else?? Technically no.”
When his daughter’s were still small, Lance would frequently re-create the Circle of Life scene, holding his daughter up high and belting out “Til we find our plaaaaaaace! In the path unwiiiiiiiinding! In the Ciiiiiircle…!” “Lance! Put our baby down!”
Keith tries not to coo over tiny baby things… but his daughter’s tiny tap shoes break him.
“They’re so small! Look at their little dancing shoes. Why are they so tiny? Lance, help! I’m overwhelmed!”
Lance sings around the house a lot. A lot. Sometimes real songs, sometimes ones he makes up. He also dances a lot.
“Smash that homework, do it right! Learn pythagoras, that dude is tight!” “Dad… dad, what the hell?”
There’s constantly music in the house. If Lance isn’t singing, then he’s probably playing the radio while he cleans.
Keith and Lance do the dishes together. They have a dishwasher, but they like doing the work together. One of them washes, and the other rinses and dries. They play songs on their phones and Lance bumps his hips into Keith with the beat. They giggle and splash sink water at each other.
They still kiss in the back row of the movie theatre.
You know those mindfulness colouring books?
Roy found one called ‘The Sweary Colouring Book’ on his travels and couldn’t not buy it for Jason. Each page was a cuss of some description in the swirly elaborate designs.
Roy honestly only bought it as a gag gift, the book amused him.
Never in a million years did he think that Jason would actually take to it. He’d spend hours on a bad day sat on the couch colouring in the swear words. The tranquil aura around him was strange, the chilled expression on his face unnerving. Roy spent hours stood in the doorway staring in disbelief.
The young man had been raging at the world and now was completely calm.
Where was this colouring book when Jason decided to put eight heads in a duffle bag?
Jason’s phone rang on such a day and Roy eventually gave up waiting for his partner to notice it and answered for him.
'Yello? Jason’s phone?’
'Er hey Roy. It’s Dick. Where’s Jason?’
'Colouring in bullshit. He’s pretty focused maybe ring back later?’
’…. What? Jason is colouring in bullshit?’
'Yup that’s what I said’
He explained the book and mindfulness before hanging up on a very bemused Dick.
One by one over the next week, random members of the Batfamily joined Roy in the doorway staring at Jason in disbelief. Bruce actually forgot how to breath and Roy had to slap him on the back.
Tim merely frowned before nodding slightly and just disappearing back through the window he came through.
Then one day Roy wandered into the living room to find Jason on the couch with his colouring book and a cup of tea. The thing that had Roy staring now was Tim sat next to his brother, working his way through a Star Wars themed colouring book, a cup of coffee steaming next to Jason’s tea.
One gag gift and suddenly Roy was holding Art Therapy sessions for Robins. Sometimes Roy really didn’t understand how he got himself into these situations.
I love your blog and your fanfics. ❤ was hoping if you could write a sort of one-shot of Jon's POV if Dickon tried to flirt with Sansa! Maybe even propose her lol
Thank you so much, hun!!! *_* You’re way too sweet to me! I’m just a trash blog haha <3 Bless you though. Thank you!!
And for you:
The air was still, quiet, a stark difference from the storm that had raged through the night. Jon hadn’t been back longer than a sennight and yet he could already feel the calmness of Winterfell weaving through his skin and settling into his bones. It was a few days till he would have to leave for the Wall, but sunrise after sunrise, Jon found the necessity of war to fall idly on his mind, his desire to stay here more pressing than ever. It wasn’t simply the calm, the serenity that blanketed over him, but something more unbidden and confusing.
In the aftermath of Daenerys’ siege on the Lannister army, many of the men burnt by her dragons had somehow escaped into the river, floating down until they were found by travelers. One of them happened to be Dickon Tarly, and when news came of Randyll’s execution, Sam had written to Jon to take his family in, pleading that they weren’t safe in the Reach. There hadn’t been a question in his mind. Winterfell would house the Tarly’s and offer them sanctuary while Daenerys and Cersei waged their war, but Jon had never anticipated, never fathomed that in doing so he would be placing Sansa at risk.
No, he begrudgingly admitted, she was in no danger, but the way Dickon looked at her, like she was the sun rising after the Long Night, Jon loathed it. Sansa had been through so much, endured so much at the hands of men, and he would be remiss to let her fall prey to another, even if Dickon appeared as honourable as his brother. It didn’t matter. When it came to Sansa, nothing mattered more than her safety.
“Lord Dickon,” Sansa greeted as she stopped just at the bottom of the staircase. Jon was supposed to be training the younger soldiers, but he paused, sword held tightly in his hand, as he watched Dickon stride up to her.
“My lady,” Dickon bowed his head, and when he lifted it back, there was a bright, fond smile on his face. “I pray that you are well this morning?”
“I’m perfectly well, ser,” she answered, returning his smile with one of her own, and gods, it even looked genuine. Sansa inclined her head and tentatively touched Dickon’s wrapped arm being held up by a sling. “Are you well? Are your injuries healing? I can send for the maester if it’s troubling you still, my lord.”
Dickon laughed. “I am as well as I can be, my lady. And I must say it is entirely in thanks to you.”
“I have done nothing, Lord Dickon,” Sansa said, ducking her head, pink tingeing her cheeks. Jon prayed it was from the cold, but there was no wind today, no nipping frost to prey on exposed skin.
“Forgive me, but that’s simply untrue,” Dickon said earnestly. He reached for Sansa’s hand and held it in his. “You cared for me when I thought I was on the brink of death. My mother calls you, my Winter Angel.”
Jon threw his sword down to the ground with a loud clatter and walked towards them, body and mind warring with one another as one felt ready for war and the other warned of disastrous repercussions if he were to act on that hostility. Sansa caught his eye instantly, so always attuned to him in a way that made his heart race, and a pretty frown settled on her lips.
“Jon,” she murmured, just as Dickon turned around.
“Your grace,” he bowed. “I hope the preparations for the war is going well.”
Jon resisted the urge to growl in response and nodded curtly. “It’s going fine, Lord Dickon.” But he wasn’t looking at Dickon, he had eyes for only one and she was staring right back, concern, confusion and irritation flashing through those summer blue eyes. “Sansa, I need…” But he hadn’t an idea what he needed or why he was standing here before them, and so the words trailed off, empty and unfinished.
“You need?” Sansa prompted, continuing to watch him carefully. “Jon, are you well?” She stepped forward, past Dickon, and laid both of her hands over his forearm. Almost immediately, his body relaxed, the tension easing away under her touch, like a winter rose blooming for the first time. He caught one hand with his other.
“I need to…” He was aware of Dickon watching them curiously, but he didn’t care. He needed Sansa to come with him, anywhere, away from everyone, just so it was just them two again, like how it used to be before all of this. “Can we speak in private? I need to discuss urgent business with you.”
“Oh,” Sansa said, surprised colouring her face. She then nodded and turned towards Dickon. “Well, I hope you have a fast recovery, Lord Dickon. Good day.”
Dickon smiled, bright and clear. Gods, Jon hated him.
“Yes, my lady. Good day to you both.”
He watched the taller man walk away, waited until he disappeared back into the castle, before looking back at Sansa, who had a knowing smile on her face.
“He is not a bad man,” she said gently. “He is a good and honourable lord with a kind heart.”
“He fought for the Lannisters,” Jon immediately countered moodily, his brows furrowing in annoyance.
“And yet you pardoned him and offered his family sanctuary,” Sansa replied just as haughtily. “I could find a worse match.”
“Match?” Jon repeated, his anger growing now. “And when did we start speaking of matches, Sansa?”
She rolled her eyes and tore her hands from his, before walking away. “I am a trueborn daughter of House Stark, am I not? And he, a trueborn son of House Tarly? It would be a good political match.”
“And would you live in the Reach?” Jon demanded, grabbing her wrist and turning her back around. “Would you truly leave Winterfell?” He paused, breathing heavily. “Leave me?”
Her eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly. “You have no right to judge me for thinking of matches when you are out there making your own!”
“What are you talking about!” Jon shouted, causing the men on the yard to turn and stare at them. He growled under his breath and tugged Sansa along until they were hidden in an alcove at the far end of the courtyard. “What match am I making?”
“Lord Davos said that you were showing great interest in the Dragon Queen,” Sansa answered coldly, eyes challenging him to contradict her.
Jon shook his head, too shocked to find the right response. “I have no interest in Daenerys. How can I be interested in another woman when all I can ever think about is…” Jon stopped, startled by his own admission as shame coloured his cheeks. “Forget it. It’s nothing. I have more important matters to attend to. Go back to your Lord Dickon.”
He made to leave but Sansa held him back this time. “Finish your sentence, Jon.”
“Sansa,” he warned. “Let me go.”
“Finish your sentence,” she repeated angrily. “You cannot yell at me then not explain to me why. That’s not fair!”
Jon growled, fighting a losing battle, as he twisted their hands so he could grip her instead. He crowded her back up against the wall and leaned in close. “How can I be interested in another woman when all I can ever think about is you?” he whispered, his breath fanning across her skin. “Is that what you wanted to hear? That you have me this twisted up inside? That I can hardly go a day without thinking about you, desperate to just be near you? Do you know how I loathe myself for having these thoughts?” He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly, as he continued to stare at her.
For the longest second of his life, Sansa said nothing, did nothing, but stare back, and then slowly, her hands ran up his chest. “Then let us be twisted together,” she murmured, as her hands curled around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him lightly. “Because you are all I think about as well, Jon Snow,” she said against his lips.
Jon sighed into her, holding onto her hips as he continued to kiss her as lovingly, desperately and wantonly as he could, while knowing that there was now a new reason why he didn’t want to leave Winterfell. How could he now that he knew what she tasted like?
Warnings: Bullying, Blood, Self-Hate, Being Beaten, Transphobia, Misgendering,
Inspired by: @bunny-yams Hamilton Highschool AU
Alex waited for Lafayette to be done changing from his cheer uniform. He had to say goodbye before running off to his quick after school choir practice. That and the fact that John and Thomas should be coming by soon to get ready for their football practice.
“Alex!” Lafayette called, walking out of the change room. Alex came over, giving him a quick hug.
“Good job today, but you stink,” Alex scrunched his nose, playfully hitting Lafayette’s arm. “Go home and shower,” he added.
“I’m hurt,” Lafayette joked, his accent thick (thicc). “Do you want me to walk you to choir?” He asked, tightening his ponytail a bit.
“I think I know the way,” Alex laughed, turning away from the much taller man. “See you tomorrow!” He waved, leaving the changing room area. He would have waited for his boyfriends but he didn’t want to be late for the meeting. They were planning what songs to do at the up coming competition and Alexander wanted to be there.
He took a left from the gym, walking down a beige tiled hall with orange and blue lockers lining the walls. He always hated the horrible, inconsistent pattern of the colours, and just how bad they were. He took a right at the end of the hall, stopping when he heard a voice.
“Well well well, if it isn’t our favourite little girl,” A voice rang out in the quiet hall. Alex turned to see James Reynolds along with some other most likely sophomores. He took a step back, almost tripping, but trying to hide it.
“What the fuck do you want Reynolds?” He spoke, trying to hide his fear. He’s been beat up many times, and while he didn’t like to back down, the beatings hurt.
“Oh, that’s no way to talk, don’t I spend so much time with you? And I haven’t gotten to much recently because of some people, ” James answered, poison seeping into his words.
“Just leave me alone, I have somewhere to be,” Alex spoke, quickly turning in hopes of getting away. He was near the gym, so if he could get past them he could go back to see if Lafayette was still there. But there were four of them, and only one him.
“Not so fast, I haven’t had fun yet,” James hissed, grabbing Alex’s shoulder and pushing him into the lockers. He punched Alex roughly in his stomach, making Alexander hunch over in pain.
One of the other guys pushed Alex over while another stepped on his arm, making Alex let out a sound of pain. He’s learned to hide it over the many beatings, cries it only encouraged them more.
“I’d kick you in the nuts, but you don’t have any because you’re just a girl, and that’s all you’ll ever be,” James spat. He leaned down, picking Alex up by the top of his shirt and glaring as his jacket.
“To think someone would ever actually love you? They’re just using you, because why not. You’re just a whore’s son, and a whore yourself,” He said in Alex’s face. Alex tried to hold back the tears but it hurt, both physically and emotionally.
“Aw look, the little girl is crying,” James mocked, making the others laugh as he threw Alex to the ground. Alex gasped for air, having the wind knocked out of him. He attempted to get away, kicking towards the guys while holding his injured arm to his chest.
One of the guys grabbed Alex’s hair, pulling him back as he cried out in pain. Tears were falling down his face as he threw his limbs around in an attempt to escape.
“So pathetic,” One of the guys said as they took turns kicking him.
“J-j-John, Th-o-mas!” Alex cried, curling himself up into a ball as the continued to beat him.
“You really think that’ll scare us, it’s after school,” James laughed as he pulled Alex by his hair once more so he was looking at him. Alexander had tears down his face as James stared at him with a smirk. “No one is here for you, you’ll always be alone,” He spat out, pushing Alex’s head back into the lockers. Alex let out a cry, biting his tongue harshly as his mouth bled. Upon impact with the corner of the metal locker Alex’s head gashed open, some blood seeping through and trickling down his forehead.
James stopped while the other guys kept beating on Alex, hearing heavy footsteps from down the hall. He didn’t want to beat the scene if someone was coming, so they couldn’t link him to the attack, so he turned and quickly left. He disappeared down the hall, most likely leaving the school.
John was the first to turn the corner, rage filling him as he saw Alex curled up into himself being beaten on by three men in his and Thomas’ year.
He didn’t even wait for anything, jumping on one of the and punching him in the face as hard as he could. Thomas ran around the corner, grabbing another one of the guys and beating on him. He quickly let go of him though as he saw the third guy trying to run away. He ran after him down the halls as John pushed the other guy to the ground.
He carefully walked over to Alex, not touching him yet because he didn’t know how hurt he was or if Alex even knew he was there.
“Alex, open your eyes, please. It’s me, John,” He spoke softly. Alex slowly opened his eyes, tears falling out of them. He rarely got beaten even close to how bad this one was, often it was a couple or small to medium beatings in a few days.
“Hey, you’re safe now, okay,” John whispered, gently wiping away Alex’s tears. He expected Thomas would get some adult to deal with this, it’s the only way to truly stop the beatings. “Can you stand?” He asked Alex, kneeling beside him.
Alex shook his head, wincing as he moved slightly. “Let’s clean you up okay?” John said. He carefully went to pick Alex up, stopping even time Alex’s breath jumped or he made any noise. Alex was always trying to play down any beating and stay quiet and he never really spoke about how much pain he was in.
John carried Alex to the nearest bathroom, bringing him into the boys even though the school doesn’t really want Alex in there. Thomas and John never cared though, always telling him to go in. He’s a boy, so he should be in the boy’s bathroom.
John placed Alex on the sink counter, turning on the tap beside him. Alex had yet to talk, looking at the ground as more tears fell. John wanted to hug him but didn’t want to hurt him more.
He got some paper towel from the dispenser and placed it under the now warm water. He first went to the cut on Alex’s forehead, dabbing it gently as Alex let out a slight hiss. John wiped up the slowly drying blood and went on to the cut on Alexander’s lip which wasn’t as bad.
He noticed that Alex was holding his right arm close to his chest. “Can you take your jacket off?” He asked quietly. He new Alex didn’t even like to take it off when he wasn’t hurt and he hated showing his marks from the beatings. Alex didn’t want to a first but gave in because he didn’t have the energy to fight. He painfully slipped it off, revealing the old bruises on his arms. His wrist was already quite swelled and red. John, having taken first aid, looked at it carefully.
“I think it’s sprained, we should probably get some ice soon,” He spoke. He looked at Alex’s other arm, seeing some more red marks where bruises will probably form with a pain in his heart. He wanted to do so much more to those guys then what he had done.
John put his hand at the bottom of Alex’s shirt to ask for permission to look at his stomach. From all of Alex’s wincing from every movement of his stomach, it was obvious it was harmed. He lifted up Alex’s shirt slightly to see the marks left behind from the punches and kicks. John wanted to cry when he saw that, and he knew they were going to look worse and they formed into bruises.
John placed a loving kiss on Alex’s lips, holding in the tears. He pulled back, staring at Alex with sadness and love. He loved him so much. John gently ran his fingers through Alex’s soft hair, pulling back when Alex winced again.
“How about we go find Thomas and get some ice?” He spoke, handing Alex back his jacket. Alex didn’t move from his spot, staring blankly at the wall.
“H-he’s going t-t-to know,” Alex stuttered out.
“Who is going to know what?” John asked, confused if what Alex was attempting to say.
“I tr-tried hard-d to h-h-hide it, b-but now G-G-G-George will know-w,” He mumbled, balling his left hand into a fist.
“Hey, if he knows he can help, right?” John said, placing his hands on Alex’s legs softly. “He can help stop it,”
“He’ll-ll s-s-see me as weak-k,” Alex mumbled, not looking at John.
“Hey,” John lifted Alex’s head up slightly, “You’re anything but weak, from everything that has been thrown at you and you can still manage to smile,” John smiled sadly, kissing Alex softly once again. “Now do you want you jacket?” He said in a more up beat tone, helping Alex put his jacket on once again.
John piggy backed Alexander back to where he first found him, where Thomas was with a teacher and a janitor who was cleaning the ground of the blood that was dripped on it.
Thomas walked over, kissing both John and Alex quickly on the cheek. The teacher came walking over behind him, “I can see from the cut that something happened, but can you confirm that you were beat by the three sophomores Thomas has said?” She asked Alex who was slightly hiding into John'a neck.
He stayed silent for a moment before talking, “There was four,” He mumbled.
“Four?” Thomas and John asked, both looking confused.
Alex nodded a bit before speaking again, “James, James Reynolds was there, he’s the one that pushed me into the locker to cut my head,” He stated, looking up from John’s neck.
“But Thomas didn’t say he saw him,” The teacher spoke.
“He ran when he heard John and Thomas running down the halls,” Alex answered, not liking all the attention he was getting. It was the wrong kind of attention, not the good kind.
“We’ll question James and the other boys, but since there is no witness here for James he might not get in trouble,” The teacher admitted.
Alex bit his already injured lip, not caring about the pain. He just sadly nodded and leaned his head against John, making sure to not hit his cut. “Let’s get you some ice,” John spoke before starting to walk down the halls with Thomas behind him, leaving the teacher with the janitor.
“I’ll call Mr. Washington for a ride,” Thomas spoke, and John could feel Alex tense but said nothing. The trio walked to the office and go a bag of ice from the secretary. Alex held it on his wrist as they waited for George to arrive to drive the three of them home. Thomas texted home to say the he and John didn’t need a ride home from football before turning his full attention to Alex.
He sat between the two guys, leaning on Thomas because he was in the side that didn’t have a giant gash on his forehead. He was sleepy but the constant pain and the freezing ice kept him awake.
When George pulled up, Thomas picked Alex up bridal style and carried him to the car. They could see the confusion and worry in George’s eyes but didn’t say anything at first. Thomas got in the back with Alex as John sat up front. Alex was placed in the middle so he could lean on Thomas for the ride home.
George gave John a concerned look a John let out a sigh, “He got beaten up badly by some dicks, excuse my language, but nothing is broken on needing stitches,” He got the main questions out of the way. George was still vary worried and lost but he just drove the trio to his house.
When they arrived Thomas went to carry Alex into the house but George took him from him. Alex didn’t do anything because he just hurt and somewhat wanted to die at that moment.
George took Alex up to his room, telling John to grab the first aid kit and for Thomas to grab some more ice. They did as they were told, bring the items to George in Alex’s room. They sat on the end of the bed as George took care of Alex, bandaging up his forehead cut and wrapping ace bandages around his wrist. He gave Alex some pain medicine and the younger boy slowly drifted off to sleep.
“How long has this been happening?” He asked the two boys who were still him the room.
“We’ve know for a little bit, but he said they were never that bad and we were protecting him during school. We didn’t think they’d come after school. We’re so sorry,” Thomas mumbled and John agreed. They were both nervous of what George would do but also guilty, knowing that they should have spoken up sooner and that they should have protected Alex better.
George sighed, placing his hand gently on Alex’s shoulder, “He probably told you not to tell didn’t he,” He said sadly, “Thank you for protecting him though.” He added, which only confused John and Thomas. They thought he was going to snap. George stood up, grabbing the first aid kit and walking towards the door, “if anything else like this happens though, let me know.” He ended strongly, leaving the room without another word.
Alex partially woke up from the sound of the door closing, “Tommy? John?” He mumbled, looking around with semi opened eyes.
“Yes, love?” Thomas asked as the two boys turned their attention to Alex.
“Cuddle me,” The younger boy mumbled, reaching out towards his boyfriends. They both laughed softly, knowing he was out of it because of the pain killers. They both crawled over to him on either side, holding him close.
The three of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally feeling safe and at home.
the ratings are off to a notably curvy and rounded start. not sure what’s going on with those eyes, but this octopus is making up for it with a very generous squish quotient. 7/10; would pet
such zazz! such a definitive swagger! i am particularly endeared to that ‘raise the roof’ gesture he’s got going on with his arms. excellent octopus. very good indeed. 10/10; would throw a party with
ah, the full-frontal approach to octopus imagery. that classic octopus head shape is very well-represented here. a good, solid octopus for all your octopus needs. 8/10;would introduce to my parents
to be perfectly frank, i’m ambivalent. there’s some unfortunate shading going on here and all i can see is a rubbery pink stick-man with a disproportionate head wearing a cape. despite it all, i can’t bring myself to say mean things about this octopus; she has a vivacious charm to her. 3/10; would give points for effort
i’m pretty sure this isn’t what an octopus looks like. nice try. 1/10; would maybe wear as a novelty hat in an emergency
a wonderful and pleasing octopus. htc is really shaking it up with these cool colours. her eyes are wide with childlike wonder. 9/10; would read a bedtime story to
i cannot say a single bad thing about this octopus. he is anatomically correct and possesses a lightness of spirit; an inexorable zest for life. a swell guy and a fantastic cephalopod. 12/10; would leave him all my worldly possessions and wisdom in the event of my death, whenever that day shall fall
the manic pixie dream girl of the octopus emojis. the many curls and spirals of her arms hold within themselves undeniable cosmic truths and wise tidbits of advice. points earned for those delightful purple shades. 10/10; would go on a life-changing roadtrip with
twitter has gone for a unique twist in taking the cirrate octopod approach to octopus imagery- a roaring success in octopuses such as the dumbo and the flapjack- but have fallen short. where are his little ears? he needs those little ears. give him the ears. 6/10; would fashion him a pair of little ears to wear
heavens to betsy! what happened to his arm? why is it so long? the poor baby looks so bewildered. 2/10; would subject mozilla to a brutal interrogation as to avenge this poor boy’s honour
remarkably angular for an octopus. it’s lacking that important element of squish. has a lovely, albeit biologically impossible, winning smile though. 5/10; would not criticise to their face
this is a shiny one. on a closer look, her skin glistens with visions of half-remembered dreams. her beguiling eyes and exuberant mouth-thing are only there for a false sense of security. a very mysterious octopus. where is she from? 8/10; would see in glimpses on the backs of my eyelids whenever i blink
It’s endlessly fascinating, isn’t it?” The noise of the city nearly drowned out her words as she turned up her collar against the wind, reaching for his outstretched hand.
“What is?” he asked, linking his fingers with hers. Her eyes followed the people crossing the road, latching onto passing cars every now and then, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“I just can’t help wondering about all of these people.”
“About all of them?” Laughter laced his voice. It died when he saw the serious look on her face.
“All of them,” she confirmed solemnly, nodding, “every single one. Have you ever thought about how many different stories they have to tell? Look at that man over there-” she pulled her hand free to point at a man carrying a bouquet of flowers further down the street, “what if he just bought flowers for the love of his life, ready to surprise her? What if he takes them to his sick mother to cheer her up? Maybe he was having a bad day and bought them for himself? There are billions of people and they all have a favourite colour and a favourite song they sing along to in the shower. They all have a person that makes their heart beat faster and some of them wake up to an empty bed and wish they wouldn’t. Some of them have their life figured out at the age of sixteen, and others are in their forties and regret all the things they didn’t do when they were young. They worry and they argue and they love and they cry themselves to sleep. They’re all so separate, yet all so connected.” She paused, looking at him with her big round eyes.
“They all have their stories to tell. I sometimes wonder how many stories I’m part of. What impressions I left behind on someone else’s life. If they even remember meeting me.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she smiled and rested his forehead against hers.
“I don’t know about any of these other faceless people,” he said, “but I know about me. I have many stories to tell, but the ones with you in it are my favourite. You have not only left impressions on my life - you made my story ours.
Full offence, Kim Dongyoung is the most perfect man alive 😍
•Cares for his members so much
•Loves his family so much
•Loves us fans so much
•Fights with Taeyong but would protect him with his life
•Gives Haechan the love and support he needs
•Mark’s ultimate hype man
•Always down to make others happy
•Funny and playful
•Knows how to roast his members without taking it too far and hurting their feelings
•Helps Winwin with Korean
•Is considered the dance hole but can keep up with some of the hardest choreographies.
•Has vocals that will make you cry with happiness
•Is incredibly attractive
•So so so talented
•He knows when others are upset without them saying anything.
•The best at variety in NCT (not really a feat with how bad they are but still😂).
•Memorisation skills are 👌👍
•He looks good no matter the hair colour. I mean he’s had black, brown, orange and blue and slayed them all.
•The best body proportions ngl 👅💦
•His hands are gorgeous and so are his eyes and his nose is so cute.
•He would be the most loving boyfriend I swear.
•Basically Doyoung is the closest to perfect we’re ever gonna get so stan this adorable bunny boi now 😢
(A/N): I‘ve always wanted to write a soulmate AU, so this is a big deal for my crippling author career. Enjoy x
The air is like frozen lace on your skin, delicate and cold. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. That special cold and pale light, only the winter‘s sun can give, makes everything glow with slippery ice. It‘s the perfect day for staying home.
Sadly, you had to work today. You‘re seated at the bus stop with both arms crossed over your chest, hugging your body, as if that could provide you with some kind of warmth.
All of sudden you see an elegant woman being dragged by her poodle towards another dog owner just across the street. As expected, they collide into each other. The gentleman has lost his hat due to the collision, causing a royal blue strand on his head to become visible and remarkably stand out from the rest of his blonde hair.
Instantly acknowledging the phenomenon, the lady lets a loud gasp escape her lips and urgently draws the guy‘s attention to her streak of hair, which coincidentally has the exact same pigment as his. The next thing that happens is acted out just like in the movies. The lovers jump into each other‘s arms and share a passionate kiss as they pull away. At the same time, the royal blue pieces of hair from each one of them loose their colour and blend into the rest.
Eventually, the scenery turns out to be the complete opposite of a simple coincidence. Oh, the things you‘d do to finally experience the same spectacle. You are tired of mustering up an empathic smile every time someone summons their memorable and whimsical story of meeting their partner. When will it finally be your turn to find your soulmate?
PH 30 DAYS CHALLENGE
Favourite male character: Gilbert Nightray
I found an interesting 30-days challenge on Instagram and I decided to try and do it~! Of course not one drawing a day, I’ll simply use it as a list of prompts to do every now and then when I feel like it ^^
I love both of you admins (ಥ﹏ಥ) anyways can you give me the RFA, Saeran's, and V's reaction to a very shy MC but as soon as they get to know her is like she's on crack
A/N: Thank you!! ^^ love you too~ and honestly this;;; this is how i act it is /so bad/ but im at the point were i dont even hide it from y’all
(ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ・‥…━━━★ ~Admin 404
He felt like the two of you were
similar! You were shy at first, and slowly you started to open up, like he
would when he meets people in person! Piece by piece, he got to see your true
colours and he just loved you more and more! But man one day he saw the whole
rainbow. You were spouting off random phrases, weird comparisons, and talking
nonstop while playing LOLOL with him one night. He just stared at you, unsure
what to really think of it. But thank god now he can stop pretending to be
semi-normal and he can just let go, saying whatever he wanted to the game, no
longer having to pick and choose his words, he is sssoooo excited!
Seeing your shy smile and small
blush across your face absolutely melted his heart and sort of tickled the
beast if he was honest. He always felt the need to protect you, always going
out of his way to keep the attention on him in situations he could tell you
were uncomfortable in! For once it wasn’t him getting attention because he
wanted it, it was to help you! But the longer you spend with him, the more
comfortable you became which meant you were about to just let it all go. You
would jump around, run towards things, run /over/ things, even run in circles
around him. Where did all of this energy come from? You’re so… enthusiastic
and he was okay with it… for the most part. But MC, he just wants to see you
shy again, please, just once ;A;
Ah yes, cute and quiet, just like her (well
most of the time). She appreciated that you could be calm and reserved around
others, even when under stress. Did she feel bad that it was because you were
shy? Of course she did! But she was always there to step up and talk for you
when you needed it! As your relationship progressed, however, the quiet you was
replaced by one who could talk a mile a minute. About absolutely anything yet
nothing at the same time. There were moments she had to put her hand up to
signal you to take a breath because you would forget. You knew to be cautious
when she had headaches but otherwise, she was okay with it! She like to hear
all of your thoughts, no matter how odd they were, about everything in the
You were absolutely adorable and
he would do anything he could to hide you away and keep you for himself.
Apparently that’s frowned upon. So he lived for your small smiles and red
cheeks as much as he could. So sweet, so quiet, and so gentle- he loved you,
and he believed he could get you to be loud and strong if you needed to be, but
for now, he would take care of all of that for you. The longer you spent with
him though, the more comfortable you got, and the more comfortable you got, the
more hyper you became. You were constantly bouncing in your seat, always full
of smiles, running and dancing around the house with Elizabeth, singing loudly
down the halls. He loved it! He loved that there was this playful, outgoing
side to you that only he got to see. Because of this, he found it slightly
easier to allow everyone else to witness your adorable shy smiles as well- but
He was actually afraid of
upsetting you or making you uncomfortable at first. You were so quiet and
seemed easily flustered, and he just wanted to joke around and melt in that
adorable blush that formed across your face! So, instead of calming down, he just
kept being himself! But, the more he’s around you, the more comfortable you
get, and he! Lives! For it! Because when you’re comfortable, you’re just like
him! Always joking around, constantly getting the members to wonder if the two
of you do drugs in your spare time, and always down for spontaneous pranks and
fights. Water balloon fights, pillow fights, marshmallow fights, anything- no
matter who’s around. Everyone wants the two of you to take a drug test,
Precious lil smol bean aw he
loves you. You thinks you’re the most precious thing in the universe, so shy,
so pure. Always complimenting you and taking pictures of the shy faces you make
afterwards. Sometimes it’s hard to get a picture in the first place because
you’re so shy that you hide behind objects or your own hands! But the longer
you’re together, the more you come out of your shell, which means more
beautiful pictures of you!! He takes them when you’re running around, jumping
off of things, and climbing things you really shouldn’t be, because you just
don’t want to stand still! But you’re always making him laugh so he’s already
ready to record you or take pictures to put in an album! You were certainly
different with him than you were with new people and he likes to think that’s
because there’s two different sides to the moon~
Neither of you fucking talked at
first okay listen;;; It was all just silence. He was too shy, you were too shy,
y'all were just a shy little duo and both of you were completely okay with
that? A lot of blushing and looking away whenever the two of you did interact,
but it was super cute! Though, little by little, the two of you started to open
up- talking more, joking more, the works! Except… when he was comfortable
with you, he would smile a lot more and joke around, you on the other hand…
were almost like his brother. He still loved you of course, but you were
bouncing off of walls, jumping onto him from the ceiling- no literally, you’ve
jumped off of a rafter onto him once. You would talk like crazy and he would
just sit and listen to you for hours, wondering how you had enough air to talk
that much. He’s used to the crazy because his brother is… excitable as well,
but when he’s had enough he’ll shut you up with a small kiss because that is
/the only way/ he knows he can keep you quiet for a long enough time.