lance: “i love you” and “i love u” are so similar yet so, so different.
hunk: what do you mean?
lance: well, if you say, “i love you,” it’s serious. you’re committed. you’re ready to marry this person and die for them. on the other hand, “i love u” is completely different. completely. it’s casual. it’s a way of saying, “you’re not too bad. i appreciate you.” it’s what you say when you want to be lighthearted. “i love you” and “i love u” are such different phrases, yet almost no one consciously realizes.
Considering his fathers actions, imagine how hard it’s going to be for grown-up Adrien to believe anyone actually cares about him. Imagine Adrien in his twenties, post- Hawkmoth reveal, terrified to get close to people for fear of being used and betrayed again. Imagine the clench in his gut every time his s/o says they love him because he isn’t sure if they’re telling the truth or just leading him on. And if they are telling the truth, how long will it last? How long until they decide he actually isn’t worth caring for? How long until he messes up? How long until he’s no longer precious?
Valkyon: i enjoy Nevra and Ezarel’s company but they’re certainly not the kind of people i’d sleep with
Nevra: *garbs his chest dramatically* you wouldn’t ?!! i thought you were my friend ??? and now you’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with a person like me ?!! wha’s next are you going to insult my mother ?!!! my sister?!! my dOG ?!!!!
Ezarel: *trying not to sound offended* whatever it’s not as if i ever wanted to sleep with you either
ok but the fandom has speculated and theorized so much and predicted so many damn thing in this show and you’re gonna tell me that they got this one thing (the most important thing) wrong?? i don’t think so janet
A month after finding out Robbie was a witch and getting the
run down on witches and their magic, Sportacus finally gathered up the courage
to ask Robbie something he had been wondering since their first conversation.
“What don’t you use black magic?”
Robbie frowned at him. The pair were walking back into town. Sportacus had
offered to help carry Robbie’s groceries.
“You said you try and stay away from black magic as much as possible. Why?”
“You mean apart from what I told you about it being dangerous and time
consuming and complicated?”
Robbie sighed, “If you must know, my cousin and I tried using it once
and it… backfired.”
“Backfired? What were you trying to do?” The minute the words were out of
Sportacus’ mouth, he wondered if he was being too nosy. “Sorry, you don’t
have to answer that.”
“No, it’s fine,” Robbie kept his eyes on his feet as they
walked, “Long story short, there was a witch in our town that pissed us
off. Glanni and I tried to curse her broom out of control while she was flying
by but we did something wrong. Still not sure what.” He kicked a rock and watched
it bounce into the street. “WE went flying up instead. She was so mad that
we had tried to curse her, she just watched us. We were flung around like rag
dolls until my mom came looking for us and took the curse off.”
Sportacus watched Robbie. He hadn’t lifted his head as he told the story.
His tone was casual but Sportacus could tell the memory still bothered
“Were you two okay?” Sportacus asked after a few moments of silence.
“Apart from our pride, yes.”
“Is that why you’re afraid of heights?”
Robbie snorted, “I’m afraid of heights because I’m a rational and
sane person! Not an adrenaline junkie like you.”
Sportacus laughed, “I’m not a junkie!”
“I watch you jump out of your ship regularly. Gives me a heart attack.”
“Aw, you’re worried about me,” Sportacus teased. He grinned as he watched
Robbie blush again. At least the witch wasn’t dwelling on the past anymore.
Robbie, still pink, glared at him, “I reveal something deeply personal to
you and this is how you treat me?!”
“Do you want me to reveal something deeply personal in return?”
“Go ahead. Surprise me.”
Sportacus thought about it for a second before leaning over and whispering
in Robbie’s ear, “You’re cute when you blush.”
He picked up his pace, walking a little in front of Robbie. He couldn’t
contain a smirk as Robbie stumbled behind him, spluttering.
So this part of my house, no one’s been in it for years. I built the safe room and I don’t let no one in there. ‘Cause if I do, there’s a chance that they might disappear and not come back and I admit I am emotionally scared to let anyone inside, so I just leave my doors locked. You might get other doors to open up but this door’s not. 'Cause I don’t want you to have the opportunity to hurt me, and I’ll be the only person that I can blame when you desert me.
I’m barricaded inside, so stop watching! I’m not coming to the door, so stop knocking, stop knocking! I’m trapped here! God keeps saying I’m not locked in. I chose this! I am lost in my own conscience. I know that shutting the wall down ain’t solving the problem, but I didn’t build this house because I thought it would solve 'em. I built it because I thought that it was safer in there. But it’s not, I’m not the only thing that’s living in here.
Fear came to my house years ago, I let him in. Maybe that’s the problem 'cause I’ve been dealing with this ever since. I thought that he would leave, but it’s obvious he never did. He must have picked the room and got comfortable and settled in. Now I’m in the position it’s either sit here and let him win, or put him back outside where he came from, but I never can. 'Cause in order to do that I’d have to open the doors.
Is that me or the fear talking? I don’t know anymore.
Person A and Person B have been dating for about a 3 years now.
The strength of their love was something they never doubted, nor did anyone around them. But one night, something broke in the both of them. Person A shouts, “Please, just listen to me! You never listen to me.”
Person B sighs in exasperation, their hands going straight to their temples to massage them. “I am listening right now, aren’t I? You’re just not making any sense. I don’t understand!”
“That’s the thing, (Person B’s name). You don’t try to understand. If it doesn’t make sense the first time around, it never makes sense to you.”
“That’s because you don’t bother to try and help me understand after the first time. You’re just as much at fault as I am.” Person B’s voice grew quieter with each syllable.
Person B stares right into Person A’s eyes. Both of them start to tear up, the love in their minds trying to overcome the overwhelming amount of hate that’s starting to bubble up and froth at their mouths, spitting out hate instead of the love their muscles remember.
“I fell in love with you, 3 years ago,” Person B starts. “I fell in love with everything about you.”
Person A starts to cry, and their knees give out. Person B looks at the broken pieces in front of him, and the pieces just kept breaking.
but what if ??? is actually the real Shigeo and the version we’ve seen all this time is really the spirit/alien entity that has taken over him, and has suppressed Shigeo’s real self!
(unlikely tho since the Shigeo we all know and love wouldn’t hurt anyone the way ??? has in this chapter) ….(unless Shigeo ISN’T the good boy we know and love at all and that would break my kokoro in two!!.. BUT NO my sweet son is not like that! I BELIEEEEEVEEEE)