a fanmix for that feeling you get when you read another mix description; characters described in vague terms, girls with power and boys with tragedies; metaphors abound like flowers in a meadow, their petals heavy with rain; i don’t recognize any of these fucking bands
A little Valentine’s Day treat for all my followers and fellow Sherlollians. Set in the universe of my story Mixed Signals.
“Okay. There are two – no, three – reasons why I
shouldn’t be here. One, there’s no guarantee he’ll be there.” Meena, her
heels clacking against the pavement, rolled her eyes. “Two, he never
specified which cafe he’d be in. Yes, I know he said my favourite cafe, so I
guess it makes sense he’d be there, but there are a number of cafes around the
corner from my flat, and I go in all of them far too often for any of them to
really stand out. Three, it’s about to rain – I know, I checked the weather
forecast – and I don’t have an umbrella with me—”
“You’ve got a raincoat though.”
Molly paused, mid-sentence, her mouth hanging open a little.
Briefly, she shook her head.
“Right, new third reason—”
“No, no.” Meena’s eyebrows shot up
higher. She pointed a finger right against Molly’s features. “No new third
reason. We agreed you’d be going.”
if u dont think paper mario and the thousand year door had the most amazing soundtrack ever then you should keep it to yourself because i like it a lot and its adorable but also really sexy at the same time
[Silver had seen his blue friend hop down that odd green pipe many times before, but it was only now that he, himself, finally decided to investigate the pipe out of curiosity. The pipe seemed to go down forever as he peered in over the edge.]
[Pulling himself up, Silver sat down on the edge to get a better view. From up above, he had a slightly better view down in. At this point, as he peered down, he was pretty sure he saw something down there…just…couldn’t make out what… The hedgie yelped as he leaned in too far, accidentally tumbling into the long tunnel.]
[And then as he fell, a weird sensation came over him. It wasn’t a falling sensation, but more of a sucking one that was oddly tingly at times. In almost no time at all, he was stumbling back out of the pipe…or, at least, an identical one. As he pulled himself to his feet and dusted himself off, he realized he was standing in the middle of a warm, flowery meadow.]