my queen can walk on water

i remember you asking me to promise you to never take anyone to Cj Barrymores, it was the night we broke up. you made me promise that bc we had the best dates their. i’ve never had so much fun until we played laser tag and we kicked the other teams ass! i was so happy that day. i remember showing you countless songs that reminded me of you, or us. then i found out you showed her the same songs. now their songs that remind you of her but their still the songs that remind me of you. everything reminds me of you. i can barley drive in my own hometown because off all our memories. like when we walked from your old house to mine and we danced in the middle of the street. i fell hopelessly in love with you that day. or when we would get chilly cheese fries from dairy queen and go sit by the water and eat them, crack jokes, make out. i still to sit by the water, people think i go to clear my head. but in reality, i go because i can still feel you their. i loved when we’d go in your basement and you would play guitar for me. or remember when we were doing your laundry and decided to take a break to have a hot make out session? things got hot real fast. i miss the skype calls when you were at your grandmas house. i miss your sisters running up to me and hugging me when i would come over. i miss waking up next to your drooling face. i miss showering with you and washing your butt. i miss back kisses. no i miss specifically your back kisses, because your the only one who could kiss me anywhere and make me feel butterflies. no one will ever be able to do that for me again. i wonder if you ever think about these things. or i wonder if you open the door for her and think of when you use to do that for me. i wonder if you ever think of me. i doubt you do. i know you don’t. why would you? i’m nothing but a faded memory. a memory you’re doing everything possible to forget. i meant nothing to you. no i take that back. i meant everything to you. at least that’s what you said. that’s what hurts the most. you suffocated me until i believed every word you ever said. so now it’s permanently stained in my brain that you loved me more than anything and that your my soul mate. when in fucking reality, i was just someone to waste some time with. someone too fill your loneliness. i was nothing, but when i try to believe i was nothing to you i remember you telling me how we’re supposed to be together. how were “end game”. and i start to lose all the process of moving on from you. fuck you for literally ruining me. fuck you from preventing me from moving on. just fuck you. you have no care what so ever for hurting me. you metaphorically held a gun, aimed it at my heart, shot me multiple times and laughed behind my back every time i’d fall from your bullets. i can’t stand you, but i can at the same time. i fucking hate you, but i love you. i want nothing to do with you, but i miss you. you’ll never leave my heart, and that’s what hurts.
—  i’ll always miss you
Care for Sexual Creatures

Hiccup walked through the Slytherin dorm, taking a moment to look at the dark waters of the lake through the transparent room of the Slytherin common room. Then the prefect arrived and talked to him.

“We need you to take care of something. A girl in the Ravenclaw dorm, who is friends with my girl, is struggling not with Care for Magical Creatures, and I promised her I would talk to you.”

Hiccup looked at him. “Who?”

“I can’t remember her name, follow me, I’ll take you to meet her.”

@frozen-queen-of-arendelle

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Please, I implore you, go preorder a copy of The Abyss Surrounds Us, a debut novel by @skrutskie, which is out in February from Flux

it’s a scifi YA novel about a badass queer Asian girl aboard a pirate ship, basically training kaiju to wreck other ships & falling in love with this other pirate girl

I got to read an advance copy courtesy of work & I was ENTHRALLED and of course had to churn out a few pieces of fanart in between everything else I had to do bc how can you not love this 

if my summary does not convince you, just LOOK AT THIS SYNOPSIS via Goodreads

For Cassandra Leung, bossing around sea monsters is just the family business. She’s been a Reckoner trainer-in-training ever since she could walk, raising the genetically-engineered beasts to defend ships as they cross the pirate-infested NeoPacific. But when the pirate queen Santa Elena swoops in on Cas’s first solo mission and snatches her from the bloodstained decks, Cas’s dream of being a full-time trainer seems dead in the water.

There’s no time to mourn. Waiting for her on the pirate ship is an unhatched Reckoner pup. Santa Elena wants to take back the seas with a monster of her own, and she needs a proper trainer to do it. She orders Cas to raise the pup, make sure he imprints on her ship, and, when the time comes, teach him to fight for the pirates. If Cas fails, her blood will be the next to paint the sea.

But Cas has fought pirates her entire life. And she’s not about to stop.

In regards to the rumour that Elsa will die in Frozen 2:

So Elsa sacrifices herself for Arendelle, and Anna and Kristoff are miserable and mourning in the palace. Grand Pabbie says you can go to this place in the afterlife and get her back.

Anna, Kristoff, Olaf and Sven are all like “Aye!”, but Grand Pabbie is like “You will need a captain who knows those waters.”

Someone walks down the castle steps, but we can’t see their face.
Hans walks into the scene and is like:

“So tell me, What’s become of my Queen?”

Boom. Frozen 2 ending and Frozen 3 set up.

I don’t know why Disney doesn’t hire me.
Dancing Queen

Based on Anon Prompt: “Can you write one where the reader and Owen are a couple and he walks in on her singing and dancing along to the radio? Some fluff is all lol”

 

You stand in front of the stove, watching the pot of boiling water closely as music blares from your small portable speaker.

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends

You shake your hips overdramatically and pick up the wooden spoon to stir the pasta.

Make it last forever friendship never ends

When you pull the spoon out of the water, you hold it towards your mouth and sing into it, as if it were a microphone.

If you wanna be my lover

You step backwards away from the stove, and two step to the music, feet sliding over the wooden floors in your fuzzy socks.

You have got to give

Your head continues to bob as you shimmy and dance to the music, still singing.

Taking is too easy, but that’s the way it is

You hold your arms out and begin to shuffle and slide your feet across the floor, doing an embarrassingly poor attempt at the running man when you hear the snicker behind you. You spin around quickly, before losing your balance and ending up on your butt on the floor.

Owen’s amusement changes to worry as he steps forward and bends down in front of you on the floor.

“You okay there, Dancing Queen?” He smirks at your obvious lack of injury as he pulls you to your feet.

“How long were you standing there?” You ask, crossing your arms defensively over yourself. “You could have said something.” You’re not so much mad as embarrassed. You’ve only been living with him a few weeks and he hasn’t seen all your quirks yet. He’s such an amazing guy that you’re just waiting for him to see something in you that he doesn’t like.

“And miss that performance?” His grin widens and he pulls you to him, trying to qualm your hurt feelings.

“It’s rude to spy on people.” You don’t respond to his arms around you, maintaining your defensive position and pouting out your lip slightly.

“Yeah.” He says, tilting his head to the side, “But that was just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your eyes snap up to him, slightly widened by surprise. You couldn’t imagine him disliking something as trivial as dancing around in the kitchen, but you didn’t expect to get called cute for it.

“You don’t think I looked stupid?” You can already feel your spirits rising as a small smile tugs on the corner of your lips. He leans his head down and touches your noses together in the sweetest way.

“Not at all.” His sweet reaction makes giddiness rise up in you and you throw your arms around his neck, a full smile on your face now.

“Well in that case, you should see my moonwalk.” You say, giving him a wink and a quick peck on the lips, getting a laugh from him. “I love you.” You tell him sweetly.

His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you close again, burying his face in your neck and peppering you with tickling kisses. You laugh and scream, trying to get him to stop and finally push him away from you long enough to get a breath.

“I have to check on the pasta.” You say breathlessly, hands in the air to keep him from attacking again. You turn back to the stove and stir the noodles. Owen comes up behind you and you tense up, not wanting to have to fight him off again, but his arms slip around your waist from the back, hands resting on your stomach. He lays his chin on your shoulder and watches you stir the pasta.

“I love you too, you know?” He says, gently and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I love everything about you.”

Your heart feels like it is going to jump out of your chest and you close your eyes, wishing you could hide the huge dorky smile on your face but knowing you can’t. You let out a small chuckle and he reaches up to take the spoon from your hand before laying it on the counter.

He turns you around to face him and he leans in for a slow kiss. His lips feel soft and perfect as they move against yours, but he pulls back much too soon.

“So what do I have to give you?” He asks, and the question confuses you

“What?” You ask, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

“You know,” he says, unable to hide the mischievous smile from his face. “’If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give.’” He quotes the song and you can’t help but break out in laughter. He smiles down at you and moves his hands to your sides, attacking you once more with tickles. As you try to fight him off for just the chance to breathe, you can’t help but wonder if he really is going to love everything about you. Maybe you should stop focusing on waiting for him to leave, and start focusing on the more important things in life. Like, for example, the pot that’s now boiling over with water on the stove.

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