A belated celebration for reaching 5000+ followers! Here we have a list of random quotes for you to use for your OTP! You can have followers tell you numbers to draw your OTP as, or you can write stories based on your favorites, or both! Take these quotes in any direction you like for your creative use. Have fun!
“Aah! That tickles!”
“whAT IS THAT?!”
“woah what happened while I was gone”
“wait no that’s mine what are you doing”
“No, I’m paying”
“It’s fine, stop worrying about me”
“dON’T TELL ME I CAN’T DO THAT I WILL DO THAT THING ALL I WANT”
“Come over here— oh crap no don’t fall— why does this always happen”
“just tAKE THE JACKET”
“I’m so hungry I could eat a— stop looking at me like that in public”
“Well, that was certainly awkward”
“waIT DON’T RUN AT ME I’LL FALL”
“are… are you awake? Did you fall asleep already”
“great, what did you bring home this time?”
“I don’t know why you don’t like this outfit on you. You look splendid.”
“aaah I can’t stop blushing… No you’re not helping at all”
“I can’t believe they spelled your name wrong again”
“enOUGH! ENOUGH WITH YOUR PUNS”
“I can’t… I can’t believe you actually remembered…”
“Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!”
“okay, and how much money did you spend on that thing?”
“I wish we could stay here forever”
“who was that? oh… your cousin…”
“You okay? You seem a little off today”
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
“c-can I hold your hand?..”
“GIVE ME YOUR HAND”
“oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.”
“you can’t run so it’ll be faster if I just carry you”
“You don’t need to tell me— I’ve memorized your order by now”
“y-you look… you look very nice.”
“did that person just take a picture of us?”
“c’mon, let’s dance!”
“oh mY GOD ARE THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES???”
“oh, we are not letting you drive when you’re like this”
“you’re a nerd. but my favorite nerd.”
“why do you find those cute I hate those pictures of myself”
“you’re very warm… It’s nice.”
“You know what? I wasn’t even surprised by that. I’m that used to you.”
“Wait, stay right there— I’ve got a song for you”
“oh thank goodness… I didn’t think you’d still be here.”
“You don’t have to do this if you’re scared”
“EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN”
“I can’t believe you actually bought that”
“that… that was a lot different than I thought it’d be”
All that time I review the BSD ending, I think about... Just look.
Here Atsushi sinks among the darkness, water column doesn’t transmit light. Darkness — his thoughts, his past, his fears and his complexes, his self-flagellation. And he sinks in it, he sinks because he can’t change anything. He sinks because he thinks he is useless.
And here the Dazai’s hand. He touches Atsushi’s forehead, and look. Darkness recedes. Fears, despair, loneliness — all of this goes away. Here becomes light. Peace and tranquility are in Atsushi’s head, and all because of Dazai. And I’m not talking about his ability, I’m talking about himself. About his personality.
This is the best impersonation the way Dazai affects Atsushi, isn’t it? He gets rid of Atsushi’s fears, lets the light in the kingdom of intrusive darkness, vile thoughts immediately retreat.
Recall even chapter 25, where Dazai really helps Atsushi wake up from painful thoughts which suddenly revived with all the strength in his head. He gives Atsushi a slap and says the right words, standing on knees like Atsushi does. Dazai is not above Atsushi. Dazai is together with Atsushi.
And here Atsushi reaches for Dazai’s hand, so gently and tenderly, as if Dazai is a ray of light in his life.
Isn’t it so?
Furthermore, did you hear the lyrics of this ending song?
“Whenever you’re darkened by sadness and your tears overflow… Whenever your heart floods with loneliness and begins to waste away.. I’ll call out a name: your name; Just as you once called out mine”.
These words are playing right in that moment when Atsushi sinks and Dazai touches his forehead.
After that I just can’t believe that Dazai doesn’t care about Atsushi and doesn’t make him feel confident and…
Maybe I’m just a fujoshi, but my heart beats faster when I see them together ^^ Don’t hit me /)т_т(\
I was told in no uncertain terms that the Abbey wasn’t where I was meant to end up. It’s just a step along a path. You know, god allegedly has bigger plans for me. Something tells me you don’t entirely believe that. I suspect that’s because I don’t. Well, maybe they’re right. I mean, just think, if you hadn’t got fired we wouldn’t have met.
we may have gotten where we are
doing things the wrong way but I believe
we’re doing the right thing now. In our own way. I don’t know what you did
or what you saw in the tunnel. I don’t give a fuck. I don’t wanna know. I know, I feel
that you’re a good person. You’re the only one who doubts that.”
1. The fifth time they meet, it is because she seeks him out at the Royal castle. It is several weeks after he allowed her to escape from the Dark One’s dungeon, and she has recovered fully from her wounds. She tries to tell herself to let that be their final interaction – he had the opportunity to end her life, but chose not to, which means he’s moving on from thoughts of vengeance. She should lie low and permit him to walk that path without having to deal with her - the person he blames.
2. She should also be making the most of her second chance, moving on
from her old life and family. And yet, if there is one thing she can’t
do, it is to let go of her son completely. Facing an existence without
seeing him is even harder when another version is so close. So, against
her better judgement, she finds herself one evening pushing her dinner
to one side, taking a deep breath and allowing her magic to transport
3. She reappears next to a bench set amongst some rose bushes. It is a
small, private side-garden, accessible only to those who know both where
the door is hidden and also have the key. The bushes look cared for, so
she can tell at least someone tends the plants inside. Her instincts
told her to come her, so she settles on the bench and waits. A long time
passes, her fingers becoming cold from the breeze. Her wounds may be
healed but her body is still more tired and sensitive than before.
4. Finally, when the last of the daylight has vanished and the stars
have made their appearance, she hears the sound of a key in the lock.
Someone enters, closing the door behind them, and then footsteps near.
She waits patiently as the person approaches, letting herself smirk
slightly when the feet come to an abrupt halt. ‘We’ve spoken before
without guards,’ she pushes, when the silence lingers. Henry – King
Henry, as she always has to tell herself – moves into view.
5. ‘How do you even know about this place?’ he asks, a curious
expression on his face instead of exhibiting fear or hatred. She
supposes that is definitely a step in the right direction. ‘I gather you
read that book back to front several times?’ she replies, already
knowing the answer. He nods, choosing to lean against a statue rather
than join her on the bench. He’s dressed in typical night robes for this
land – not something her Henry would be seen dead in. She smiles at the
6. ‘Well, when we had that year where we were all sent from Storybrooke
back to the Enchanted Forest, and I was separated from my Henry-’ she
breaks off, pain in her heart at the similar situations. And yet this
time, there is no Snow or David or even Belle around her. ‘We stayed in
our version of this castle – the entire pathetic group of people. I
would come here every night, just to have some peace, and think about
Henry without Snow asking me every five minutes if I was alright.’
7. She almost bites her tongue when she realizes she’s mentioned Snow’s
name. The death of his grandparents and disappearance of his mother is
of course all on her head in his eyes – even if she wasn’t the version
to actually perform those acts. Henry crosses his arms, but appears to
contemplate what she says. ‘If what is written in the book is true,’ he
begins slowly, ‘And I’m not saying that I believe it - it could just be
your way of trying to trick me.’
8. He glances sideways at this, and she knows he’s lying – he does
believe the book, at least somewhat. ‘If it were true though, you two
ended up being close then? You and Grandma?’ She smiles sadly at him,
and nods. ‘We forgave each other, and became family. She was always
giving me ridiculous hope speeches. Emma became a dear friend too. I
miss them.’ He bites his lip, clearly turning something over in his
mind. ‘If it was so difficult during that year, why did you leave again?
9. ‘It’s all there in the book, Henry,’ she says gently. ‘I didn’t have a
choice about leaving. And I miss him, every single day.’ Silence falls
for a moment. Her hands are getting colder, and she rubs them together
slightly. ‘I’m not him,’ Henry blurts out suddenly. ‘I’m not your son. I
have no memories of growing up with you, or living in that world.’ She
remembers then – remembers mistaking him for her Henry when she lay
dying. Maybe that is what made him believe in the book.
10. ‘I know you aren’t my son,’ she admits, twisting her fingers
together. ‘That doesn’t mean you aren’t like my Henry in many ways
though. You’re him if he had had a very different upbringing, is all.’
He snorts at this, rubbing a toe into the dirt. He looks very much like a
teenager in this moment, and nothing like a King. ‘I’m not trying to
replace my son,’ she continues, watching his face closely. ‘And if you
want, I can leave and you’ll never have to see me or think about me ever
11. He becomes quiet again at this offer, and the silence stretches on
so long that she makes a move to stand up and transport herself away. If
that is his choice, then she will respect it. But as soon as she’s
standing, he holds out a hand. ‘I have to welcome all the nobles in the
Kingdom to the castle next week,’ he tells her, in an odd shift in
topic. ‘I’m slightly terrified that they won’t take me seriously,
considering the fact that they’re all at least two decades older than
12. ‘Overwhelm them with polite steeliness,’ she advises him with a
twitch of her lips. ‘I became Queen at a rather young age myself, and
found if you’re polite but don’t let them get away with anything, the
old curmudgeons learn to respect you quite quickly.’ He nods, and at
last smiles back. ‘I know, I read the books,’ he tells her. At her
confused expression, he elaborates. ‘Our history books, about your
reign. When you weren’t trying to track Grandma down, you were a pretty
13. She laughs slightly, and shrugs her shoulders. ‘Helped that a lot of
them were scared of me,’ she admits, pursing her lips. ‘Not a prudent
route for you to take.’ He drops his chin in agreement. ‘Most of my
advisors are terrible,’ he confides with a wince. ‘Half of them don’t
know what they’re talking about, and the other half want to run the
kingdom themselves.’ She knows that feeling well, and extends a hand
out, letting it hang in the air between them for a moment in a gesture
14. ‘I understand that, I do,’ she tells him seriously. ‘If you ever
need another person’s opinion, I’m always available.’ She feels stupid
at the offer, but there is a flicker of relief in his eyes, or so she
chooses to see. ‘I come to this garden every night myself,’ he informs
her. ‘None of my guards are allowed to disturb me here.’ They stare at
each other for a moment, with new-found understanding. ‘Good night,
Henry,’ she says, and she sees him smile before she transports herself
Credit to the artist. <3
Writing by me.
“You know..I’ve never really gotten to know how truly lovely those ruby hued optics are.
Zen, why do you look so nervous? Does me being this close make you afraid? Or does it make you too excited to move and give me a worried like facade..? Tch. I could remove that silly little frown right off your face now if I wanted, but I won’t. Someone as beautiful as you deserves a proper greeting by someone as truly handsome as me.
I can’t say that I hate this cute face of yours anymore, even if you do insult my precious Eliza..but I suppose I’ll let that slide right now. What are you thinking about?
You’re so cute when you’re shy, Hyun..”
Jumin leaned forward, kissing the other tenderly. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, especially to the person who’s been his enemy from the start, but he just didn’t care any longer.
We have this one little life. And for a lot of it, we just blow around in the wind. But if we’re lucky, and we believe that life knows what’s best for us.. Sometimes we land on the right someone to talk to.