<b><p></b> <b>Parents:</b> Look at our daughter! She's so good, so smart, she's always reading, never had anything other than a pure thought cross her mind! She's our normal child - I'm so proud.<p/><b>Me:</b> *reads gay fics 😉😶😉😶*<p/><b>Me:</b> *Watches cartoons and ships characters*<p/><b>Me:</b> *Ships an angel and human*<p/><b>Me:</b> *Cusses worse than a sailor*<p/><b>Me:</b> *Fails at literally everything in life*<p/><b>Me:</b> *Stares at fan art of gay ships*<p/><b>Me:</b> *Baby talks to my turtle*<p/><b>Me:</b> *Will fight and prove the ten dollar fouding father was in fact bi™*<p/><b>Me:</b> *Has accidently called George Washinton 'Daddy' in front of my friends*<p/><b>Me:</b> lmao yeah im so normal *Chokes on air*<p/></p><p/></p>
the reading "gay fics" is meaning NSFW, I'm joking about that not saying gay is sinful...didn't think I had to explain it)))))
“we communicate with hands and eyes. it is our accidental language. we learned it clumsily,
but i think we will keep it.”
in case you couldn’t read my handwriting
quote inspiration @alison.malee on instagram
this is like my first actual bellarke fanart!! and i didn’t use somebody else’s work as reference (it was actually a still from season 1 that i used!) !! and it doesn’t even look that bad !! i’m excited
“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU
I saw this prompt earlier and I HAD to do it for Zutara!
The thing about hearing your name being called out is that it’s almost automatic to look around, even if - like Katara - you knew the voice calling it and didn’t want to. The thing about having a name like Katara’s was that ignoring it wasn’t much of an option, either - how many other Kataras were likely to be walking around? The shock of dark brown hair heading her way was, even from this distance, unmistakeable.
“Crap,” she hissed, jerking her head back around and quickening her pace, even as she knew it would do no good - Jet was on the track team. This isn’t hiding, she thought to herself as she slipped into the nearest store, some tiny teashop. This is a tactical retreat.
The empty shop was small and quaint and - most importantly - completely devoid of places to hide: it was all tiny tables and squashy chairs. The only possible place was the desk at the back where the cash register was, and she hurried across to it, ducking under the door flap to find, to her dismay, a mess of cardboard boxes on the floor behind the desk. It seemed there was only room for one person to stand, so, grimacing, she started clearing the boxes away when she heard someone clear his throat.
“Is this… a robbery?” asked the guy looking at her, who must have just emerged from a door she hadn’t noticed before - a store room, probably. “Because if it is, it’s a really bad one. I could hear you all the way from the back.”
The English Literature teacher Leo Fitz loves books, fast food and novels. The English Language teacher Jemma Simmons can’t imagine her life without cofee, pretty blouses and library. Or, being the smartest people in the Coulson High School, they are too oblivious to one simple fact - with every year, they fall in love with each other more and more.