nobody ever asks me

les mis + lemony snicket quotes


Jean Valjean: Sometimes even in the most unfortunate of lives there will occur a moment or two of good fortune.
Javert: It is very annoying to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is the one who is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right. Right?
Fantine: Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.
Marius: Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
Cosette: One cannot spend forever sitting and solving the mysteries of one’s history.
Enjolras: No reality has the power to dispel a dream.
Combeferre: Arguing with somebody is never pleasant, but sometimes it is useful and necessary to do so.
Courfeyrac: I’m sure you have heard it said that appearance does not matter so much, and that it is what what’s on the inside that counts. This is, of course, utter nonsense, because if it were true then people who were good on the inside would never have to comb their hair or take a bath, and the whole world would smell even worse than it already does.
Jehan: If you have ever found yourself sitting in the darkness with a flashlight, you may have experienced the feeling that something is lurking just beyond the circle of light that a flashlight makes, and reading poem about dead men is not a good way to make yourself feel better.
Feuilly: All the secrets of the world are contained in books. Read at your own risk.
Joly: If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.
Bossuet: If an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say in a pleasant and hopeful voice, “Well this isn’t too bad, I don’t have a left arm anymore, but at least nobody will ever ask me if I’m left-handed or right-handed,” but most of us would say something more along the lines of, “Aaaaah! My arm! My arm!
Bahorel: Just because something is traditional is no reason to do it, of course.
Grantaire: Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother’s wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women.

bonus: Victor Hugo: In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a fic where Ezekiel is in a really bad relationship and Jake is all worried but Ezekiel thinks he's overstepping his boundaries but then everything between him and his partner gets worse and Ezekiel is terrified and miserable and goes to Jake for help?

This got…long. But, I guess, that was to be expected with a topic this important. It also doesn’t help that I turned this into a Happily Ever Afters AU! (except Ezekiel’s not an FBI agent and Jake’s not a professor. The Library-Bar is still there though.) I really wanted to visit that universe and this prompt, being a bit more serious and domestic than the usual show, felt like the perfect excuse for it. I really hope you enjoy this!

Warning: This talks about serious topics such as domestic abuse/abusive relationships (mainly mental/emotional but physical is touched upon). I don’t claim to be an expert on these topics and tried to base it off the few personal experiences I’ve (and people I know have) had with abusive relationships (which, blessedly, isn’t much anyways). If this is something you cannot read then please do not. Please take care of yourselves and heed these warnings. And, also, I love you, whoever you may be. So, so much <3

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Stupid Feelings (Part 2)

Originally posted by nessa007

Part one here

Anon requests: Hello! I saw your recent imagine if stupid feelings and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 it was really good!!!

boy howdy pls tell me you’re writing a second part for stupid feelings bc I’m dying for more!!!!

please, put stupid feelings 2 on the top of you list!<33

Part 2 for stupid feelings?

Pairing: Betty x Jughead x Reader

Description: Based off of Ed Sheeran’s new song “Happier,” we get a look at the difficult healing process (Y/N) goes through.

Warnings: heartbreak?

Word count: 942

A/N: i didn’t expect for this to go up until Wednesday, but I finished it really quickly so I figured I’d put it up today. you are not getting a happy ending in this series fyi


Walking down 29th and park

I saw you in another’s arms

Only a month we’ve been apart

You look happier

It had been a month since I last spoke to Jughead.  I told him I needed time, but at this point I doubted if we could ever restore the relationship we once had.  It hurt too much to even see him in the school hallways, nonetheless actually talk to him.  Our last moment together kept replaying itself in my mind: the little glimmer of hope that I had thinking maybe he liked me back, the look of shock on his face after my confession, and the words that shattered my heart.  Of course he liked Betty.

Sometimes I would see them in the hallway together, walking next to each other.  Both of them always wore huge smiles on their faces, and their arms were constantly brushing.  The sight always pained me, and before Jughead could turn his head to look at me, I dashed away.  

Saw you walk inside a bar

He said something to make you laugh

I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours

Yeah you look happier, you do

I walked into the student lounge, headed straight for the vending machine.  Not wanting to spend too much time there, I kept my head down and avoided eye contact with everyone.  I approached the vending machine and inserted my cash and selected the chips that I wanted.  A loud giggle caught my attention, and my curiosity got the best of me causing me to turn around.  I whirled around and saw Jughead and Betty sitting together on the couch, his arm nonchalantly resting around her shoulders.  Holding back tears, I grabbed the chips out of the machine and stormed out of the lounge.

They looked so happy. Was Jughead ever that happy with me? I asked myself.  

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain’t nobody love you like I do

Promise that I will not take it personal baby

If you’re moving on with someone new

There was no one to blame but myself.  I constantly repeated this, trying to convince myself to rekindle my friendship with Jughead.  He had quickly become my best friend, the person I always turned to.  But when I was suffering from a broken heart, I couldn’t turn to him.  Because he was the one who broke my heart.  When I had once spent every night in Pop’s laughing with Jughead, I now sat in my room, sad and alone.  Although I never returned to the diner, I just knew that Betty was sitting where I had once sat, and she was laughing with the boy who shattered my heart.

Cause baby you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too

And until then I’ll smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

“It’ll be alright, (Y/N),” Cheryl comforted me, placing a soothing hand on my back.  In my time of vulnerable loneliness, I turned back to Cheryl. I told her that Jughead was the reason why I snapped at her, and my infatuation with him had gotten the best of me. Using what little pity she had left, she accepted my apology and welcomed me back into her friend group. Even though Cheryl wasn’t the ideal person for me to seek comfort in, I figured being with her was better than being alone.  Surprisingly, Cheryl was very comforting and sweet when it came to broken hearts.

“I just feel like such an idiot,” I cried.  “He looks so much happier with her, anyways.”

“You’ll be happier, too, one day,” she reminded me.  “For instance, Jason’s death has absolutely broken me, but I know he’s in a better place now.  And I know one day, I’ll accept his death and be okay.  You will, too, (Y/N).  You’ll be okay.”

Sat in the corner of the room

Everything’s reminding me of you

Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you’re happier

Aren’t you?

For the first time in two months, I went to Pop’s.  I sat in a booth furthest from the entrance and mindlessly sipped a vanilla milkshake.  I couldn’t get anything else on the menu, because everything else reminded me of Jughead.  The burgers and the fries reminded me of when we’d both order them, but Jughead would still steal my fries.  Or the ice cream sundaes reminded me of how he always took the cherry from off the top of mine.  

This is how you move on, I told myself.  Cheryl had told me to do this, face my fears.  Missing Jughead should not prevent me from enjoying nice things.  Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe was a nice place I enjoyed visiting, and I repeated to myself not to let the memory of Jughead ruin this.

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain’t nobody need you like I do

I know that there’s others that deserve you

But my darling I am still in love with you

I am still in love with him. Three months after he broke my heart, and what remained of it still belonged to him.  

I refused to succumb to my sadness; I refused to let it drive me back to Jughead.  

I knew Jughead was happier with Betty, and I told myself I, too, would be happier.

I would be happier without Jughead.

But I guess you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too

I could try to smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

Part three here

Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler sentence starters

“This obituary is filled with errors - most importantly - I AM NOT DEAD!“

“The world is quiet here.”

“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.” 

“Our love broke my heart…and stopped yours.”

“PLEASE READ SOMETHING ELSE.”

“I have a long list of things I’d rather not do.”  

“I was in deep denial, and I’m not talking about a river in Egypt.“

“Could it be that our ______ is unreliable?”

“Siblings that say they never fight are most definitely hiding something.”  

“…and that’s why we broke up.”

“The thing with your heart’s desire is that your heart doesn’t even know what it desires until it turns up.” 

“When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.”  

“S/he gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.”

“Sometimes words are not enough.” 

“Everyone tells you it’s all right to cry, but not enough people say it’s all right if you don’t want people to know.”  

“There is no easy way to train an apprentice. My two tools are example and nagging.”  

“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”

“You, meanwhile, are often dressed like a slob, and spend your days serving coleslaw.”

“Imagining the worst doesn’t keep it from happening.”  

“Well this isn’t too bad, I don’t have a left arm anymore but at least nobody will ever ask me if I’m left-handed or right-handed.”

“You don’t spend your life hanging around books without learning a thing or two.”  

”When something simple and true takes you by surprise, it hits you in the stomach.”

“It was a curious feeling, that something could be so close and so distant at the same time.” 

“Of course you can trust me - we read the same books.”

“You might be afraid of the _____, but the _____ is not afraid of you. That’s why the _____ is always close by.” 

“The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.”  

“Someone can break your heart, leave you dead on the lawn, and still you never learn what to say to stop it all over again. ”

“They say love’s like a bus, and if you wait long enough another one will come along, but not in this place where the buses are slow and most of the cute ones are gay.”

“Anyone who thinks the pen is mightier than the sword has not been stabbed with both.”  

“But somewhere in the world there is a place for all of us.”

“The only thing that made sense of the world was you.”

“Once more, this is love: it rings and you open up…unless it looks like an ax murderer.” 

“I want you to love me in particular.”

“I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.”

“Sometimes even in most unfortunate of lives there will occur a moment or two of good.”

“No reality has the power to dispel a dream.”  

““Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world.”

“It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.” 

“Summer without you is colder than Winter, and Winter without you is even colder.”

“’Finders keepers’ is what they say, and I wanted to be kept.” 

“Nobody should feel pain all by themselves.”  

“We steal the happiness of others in order to be happy ourselves, and when it is stolen from us we voyage desperately to steal it back.”  

“He who wants the world must first escape from it.” 

“It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.”  

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.12

                                             Part T W E L V E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: im alive, still! ((thankfully)) here is chapter 12 for yall ! its a bit steamy so, sexual warning (?) i guess. brace yourselves, bc this was something beyond me. hope you guys enjoy ! :] x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Tokyo, 23:40 P.M.

“The parties here in Tokyo are amazing!” Taka, the lead singer of One OK Rock, gushed. He, along with his band mates, were touring you guys down Tokyo, the busiest and biggest city in the world (though it still fights that title with the Big Apple). The tall buildings were brightly lit with screens of commercials and Japanese icons. You couldn’t help but become fascinated with it. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons on stydia's emotional tether post canon ? Like do you think they ever share dreams or anything like that?

That’s not my head canon, but you should read Voluntary Apnea by @wellsjahasghost! It’s iconic. 

My tether head canons are twofold: 

  • The tether intertwines their souls, so when they are feeling something very deeply, down to their very souls, they can feel twinges of each other’s emotions. It’s not like “Oh, this is what Lydia’s feeling rn” it’s just that they register something that isn’t their own and are able to identify that it’s there because of the other. 
    • This works with sex, too, so technically their orgasms kinda feed into each other. Noice. Smort. 
    •  (This idea was stolen from a Romione fic called The Prince of Love. I take zero credit for it.) 
  • Lydia’s powers are stronger when she’s close to Stiles. He’s able to stabilize her head so that she has better control, using their tether to gain strength. 
    • This involves taking some energy from him, but Stiles jokes that he doesn’t need it anyways because he’s just gonna lie on the couch like a lump and play video games with Scott.
    • All she needs to do is be near him, but the closer they are the better, so touching, kissing, and having sex actually helps Lydia become more powerful. 

The end:) 

Here’s a snippet of the Time Traveler AU

I’m figuring that this will end up being…5000ish words? Currently, it’s at 2000 words and I’m gonna probably work on it over the weekend, so maybe MAYBE it’ll be done by Sunday night. It sort of depends on my study schedule for finals.

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He’s known things about himself ahead of time for his whole life.

“This is going to keep happening,” he was told by a very tall, very important-looking man when he was somewhere in the area of five. He’d just jumped for the first time, straight from the back seat of his uncle’s car and into the bathroom of an unfamiliar house. There was a man already waiting there, and a dog. The man looked to be somewhere in his fifth decade of life. He and Viktor had the same color hair and eyes.

“It’s okay, Vityusha,” the man told him, resting a large hand on his head. “You’re safe. You’ll go back very soon. When you get there, it will seem like Yakov is angry with you, but he isn’t. He’s only scared. Just tell him what happened, and he’ll take you to a doctor. He’ll understand.”

“A doctor?” he mumbled. The dog, a small poodle, crawled into his lap. He ran his hand down its back; it sniffed and grunted happily. “Am I sick?”

“Yes,” said the man after a moment. There was an unfamiliar expression on his face. Confliction, Viktor would come to know it as much later in life. The choice of what to say and what to leave up to chance is never an easy one. “But…not in any way that can be fixed. Not in any way that can hurt you, either. This…I call it jumping, and you will too. The jumping will keep happening. But you don’t have to be afraid of it.”

Viktor looked down at the dog, whose fur was very soft and very white. He asked, “What’s its name?”

“Her name is Hanayuki. She’ll be yours, someday. But you’ll have many dogs before her. In a few years, they’ll start training dogs to help people with your condition. Dogs who can sense when the jumps are starting before you can. Yakov will get you one.”

Viktor looked up at him. Same hair, same eyes. He looked just a little bit like what he remembered of his father but kinder, softer in some way despite the angular nature of his face. Viktor asked him, “Are you me?”

The man smiled. “Nobody ever gives children the credit they’re due. Yes, Vityusha. I’m you. I’m you in a very, very long time. Longer than you can probably imagine at your age.”

The pain started then, the pain that would soon become a very familiar sensation. Viktor pressed a hand to his stomach and whimpered, “My tummy hurts.”

“You’ll be fine,” said older-him. His gentle hands pulled Viktor up into his lap, cradling him on the toilet lid. He took a pen off the counter and uncapped it, picked up Viktor’s hand and wrote a date on it. “Here. Write it down somewhere. It’s important; you’ll understand why later.” The date he wrote was January 15th, 2056. It was a date he would later calculate to be less than a month after his own 65th birthday. When the man, his older self, was done writing, he sang a song in a language Viktor didn’t understand (And would soon forget) and rocked him until he passed back through time.

Why I stopped being a Vegan

Somewhere around 2013, I became a vegan. I mean I was hardcore. All the way down to the toothpaste and even what I put on my body. But then, somewhere in 2015, I became a meat eater again. Nobody ever asked me why! But I know that people were wondering why. I never really said anything either way on YouTube. I just stopped talking about vegan recipes all together.

When I first became vegan, I started following all kinds of people on YouTube and social media. People from all walks of life. I thought it was so amazing. So I started eating what the majority of people were eating. This turned our to be a mistake for me. Before I knew any better, I was consuming veggie products that had soy. I ate a lot of veggies like kale, bok choy, cabbage and collards. I started making a lot of different bread(gluten). Also, I started drinking coffee(caffeine) somewhere in there.  All of these can be a problem to the thyroid if you are having problems. I wasn’t aware that I had any Thyroid problems until I became a vegan and changed my diet. In my case, I combined all of these ingredients into a big salad on a daily bases. In return, my hair started falling out and I started gaining weight. But, that still wasn’t the reason why I stopped being a vegan.

In 2015, my husband and I decided to get pregnant. 3 months into the pregnancy, I had a miscarriage. I thought to myself, I have 5 children. Why now? We tried again and miscarried again. I thought; this has to be because of my diet. This has never happened. So, I began to eat fish and then chicken. And, slowly added beef. I still do not eat pork. So we tried again. Low and behold, two months in. Miscarriage! So now, I’m thinking two things. One, maybe it wasn’t me being a vegan. Two, maybe I damaged myself in someway being a vegan. 

In 2016, I started doing research on my own because the doctors wanted to blame it on being vegan (of course). I found out that the above foods combined with an unhealthy gut can stop the body from getting the iodine that it needs. Among other things! 

I always said that I was going to follow Dr. Sebi’s diet and cleanse myself first and start over fresh. 

So, today is the day. It’s Monday, March, 20th 2017. I want to publicly announce this so that I will hold myself accountable. This is the day that I am going back vegan. But this time with a little more knowledge of my body and the foods I put in it. 

I hope that anyone that’s reading this will help me with my journey. Check in on my from time to time and see how I’m doing. Here are some of my social media links: YouTube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_EoJoV_urhyk0pdQFTxhvw? 

http://www.instagram.com/onvacationforaliving

it’s very funny! i’m out and everyone knows. how funny that it gets scooped up and erased. isn’t it cute. the girl does everything she can so others know, and it never gets noticed. it’s a really good joke that they still see me as straight.

what a sitcom i would make. gay girl mentions she thinks another girl is pretty. mother says to her, “objectively, yes.” laugh track.

bi girl hangs flag on her wall. “what lovely colors,” says her father, “homey.” the girl looks into the camera. laugh track.

“are you pregnant?” the mother worries over her ace children. it’s funny! we are all laughing.

we are all laughing. at the back of my throat are secrets that other people wish i had kept. my grandmother doesn’t know that i’m like this and i can’t tell her. my mother assures her that i’m on the market for a nice husband. 

it’s a great show! i’m never lonely or hurt. nobody ever asks me questions that burn away in my soul: are you sure? how do you know? are you really bi? how much do you love your boyfriend if you also like girls? will it go away? how do you have sex? how does it feel to be different? why would you teach that to children?

best friend grabs gay girl and kisses her so boys will notice the both of them. bi girl is asked for a threesome. beer bottles meet bi girl’s forehead at pride parades for being a breeder. gay girl can’t bring her girlfriend home for fear her mother won’t take it seriously.

it’s all okay. we’ve marriage legal! none of the states are protesting that, and corrective therapy is great in general. in the show, gay girl goes home and has to be straight. bi girl goes home and has to be straight. it’s very funny. the fact their parents would rather ignore the blatant truth is hilarious. that they purposefully see past the signs because they’d rather not “deal” with it. it’s wonderful and living like this never feels like you’re lying.

it’s very funny and we’re all laughing til we’re crying.

chibilenalee25  asked:

I support the headcanon that it is normal for demons to be like that, more for the way of acting on the blood moon dance, but I also support the idea that Tom does not want to be like his father and other demons, Tom just wants to be like people of other dimensions, you can make a fanfic where Tom interacts for the first time with beings that are not demons, and is there where he begins to want affection and Interested in Boys band and that kind of thing in secret?

Of course I can!!!!!! I’m not sure I did exactly what you were asking of though. This is like the first time Marco sees it, I’m sorry if it’s wrong I still hope you like it! I think it’s really good and I think you may enjoy it!

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Tom and Marco sat on the couch and laughed at the stupid horror movie that was playing. “I can’t believe humans watch this stupid stuff.” Tom joked, nudging Marco. The human laughed and he smiled at Tom.

“I guess it’s just fun to watch with your friends.” He shrugged. Tom stopped laughing and began to look uncomfortable. He jumped to defense, and pretended these negative feelings were anger as always.

“We aren’t friends. Demons don’t make friends.” Tom muttered, looking away. Marco rolled his eyes and went back to watching the movie. But he paused it when his mother walked into the room with her purse.

“Bye Marco! Your father and I are going on our date now.” She smiled. Marco gave a thumbs up and she came over to her son, giving him a hug and kiss. When Marco said goodbye he noticed Tom was looking at him very oddly.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Is something special happening?” Tom asked. Marco was now the one who was confused.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Why did she kiss you like that? And hug you?” Tom asked. “Was something special going on? Did something important happen?” He asked. Marco tilted his head, this was very odd.

“N-no, she was just saying goodbye.”

“Is she leaving forever?” Tom asked. Marco fell back.

“Tom, no.” He finished. He then laughed a bit at Tom’s confusion. “She was just giving me a hug like parents do, don’t your parents hug you?” He asked, meaning it to be a joke. But when Tom was silent for a while Marco’s face fell.

“Is that something parents do?” He asked. Marco nodded.

“K-kind of…” He trailed off, not really knowing what to say. Tom didn’t know what to make of this either, so he did the only thing he knew how to do and jumped to anger. Tom threw a pillow at Marco and scoffed.

“Leave it to humans to show unnecessary displays of affection.” He rolled his eyes. “God, you guys are all so stupid.” He laughed like what he was saying was really funny, but the laugh didn’t really sound sincere. Marco laughed lightly as well, but this was also forced. “Marco, wasting your time with stuff like this.” He laughed. “Do you take ten hours to cuddle and shit too?” Tom asked. Marco rubbed the back of his hand and smiled a bit.

“I don’t know… don’t you enjoy it when people, express how much they love you?” Marco asked. He could have sworn Tom’s face fell and became sad, but only for a fraction of a second. Then he laughed cruelly and rolled his eyes at Marco.

“What idiot wastes their time telling stuff like that?” He asked. “Nobody has ever said they loved me!… ever…” Tom stopped for a second but then got back into it. “And that’s good too, because why would you waste your breath with such a meaningless sentence.” He scoffed. Marco then nodded, letting Tom have this.

“You’re right.” He assured. “It’s weird for that to happen and stuff, you’re totally right.” Marco assured him. Tom grinned and the two went back to watching the movie. But Marco was having a hard time focusing. Her kept looking over at Tom who was now giving hint he assumed he should have caught onto before. When their hands would accidentally touch. Tom’s eyes would widen and he would watch the contact with a look that was totally lost. Like it was something weird and new he had no clue what it meant.

“Do you like the other demons? Like, what they do and stuff?” Marco asked, out of nowhere. Tom gave a weird looked and shrugged.

“That’s a dumb question but… I mean… I guess…” Tom seemed at a loss for words. “Just, as long as I don’t tell them the stuff I’m interested in. They’d think boy bands are stupid.” Tom explained. “And also nobody liked me having pets… sometimes I tell them I have Marshmallow to feed to some giant snake and they laugh like it’s funny… but I would never do that.” Tom muttered this last part really quietly.

“Do you… ever want to live somewhere else? Like here or Mewni?” Marco asked. Tom looked at him oddly.

“What are you asking me to move in with you?” He asked. Marco blushed and laughed a little bit.

“No, no, I just… wanna get to know you is all.” Marco explained. Tom rolled his eyes.

“Buy me dinner first,” He mumbled.

The movie continued, but Marco couldn’t help but think about Tom. It was obvious he was starved for SOME sort of affection. Even if it wasn’t normal for demons, Tom wasn’t like regular demons. He was more human. He needed the same thing Marco needed. And he wanted to help Tom. Maybe if he had a little more love shown his way, he wouldn’t be so angry and blow up all the time.

“I gotta go.” Tom spoke, standing up. Before he could say anything else Marco shot up off of the couch and gave Tom a big hug. The demon froze and stiffened, standing there solid in place. He didn’t know what to say, or do about this. But Marco just held him tight and finally Tom wrapped his arms, shakily, around Marco’s waist.

Much too soon, Marco pulled away. “I’m glad you could come over!” He smiled. Tom blushed a bit and tucked his hair behind his ear.

“Y-yeah… I am too.”

anonymous asked:

please never delete the ocean man video of lance I literally love it so much I have literally watched it 30 times :D it's literally amazing!!!

oh my godskgfsg thank u? so much?? id die for you??