small as the world will make me seem

Things I loved about Beauty and the Beast
  • Diversity slapped me in face and I welcomed it with open arms
  • The enchantress didn’t curse an 11 year old who obviously knew stranger danger
  • He was an actual douche bag who deserved to be cursed
  • Belle’s blue dress
  • “You’re library makes our small corner of the world seem big”
  • “But she’s so well read and your so… athletically inclined.”
  •  I want that music box. TAKE MY MONEY DISNEY
  • Belle Doing laundry
  • Belle teaching the little girl to read
  • I love that it’s eternally winter there that just seems really cool to me

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Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”


(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…


“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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you know what would have been far better than a video for nora, which basically reduced the sentimental value of the video steven found for him back in lion 3?

what if the lost tape was still addressed to steven, but instead it was a sort of outtakes reel? rose was “rambling” in the tape for nora and honestly i really would have found that nice if it hadn’t been a tape that was pretty much identical otherwise and ultimately reduced the emotional impact of steven’s tape.

rose could get all worried about what to say to steven, resulting in a bunch of different outtakes and cuts and basically… “alternate endings” to steven’s tape. maybe an outtake where she’s guilt-ridden and says she wants steven to be nothing like her, an outtake where she accidentally goes off on a tangent about the gem war or greg, an outtake where she gets worried about how the gems are going to react to her decision, an outtake where she tells steven she’s scared and has no idea how this is going to work or what the consequences of having steven will be, and how that will affect him. 

but in each outtake you can see small snippets of her final, polished speech to him (for example she could start off a speech about how “the world is full of so many possibilities” but end up accidentally going off on a tangent about how her own possibilities and the situation steven would grow up in could have been far different if she had made different choices. she could say “every moment you love being yourself, that’s me, loving you” but then it segues into how she wants steven to be his own person and not her).

it would just…add some genuine feeling to the tape and make it seem like rose put a lot of thought into having steven instead of making both steven and the audience feel like he was “just another possibility,” which just ended up making the two tapes identical and making the scene in lion 3 lose its sentiment.

Elorcan Fluff fic!

Art credit to the lovely@meabhd

So this takes place around chapter 60 in EOS, right before Maeve shows up and fucks us all… So this is right at the end where Lorcan and Elide are sleeping in the hammock below deck.  Modified obviously ;)  But some of the very beginning is taken from EOS becasue I am just giving background information so you guys know what happened in the end of ch60.  Also instead of a hammock, its a cot ;) because you know… reasons 😏

Watching him sleep across from her, that harsh face smoothed to softness by slumber. 

As if sensing her, Lorcan opened his eyes and met her gaze. 

He had been willing to offer up his life for her own.

Something softened in that harsh face as his eyes dipped to where her arm dangled out of her small cot, the skin still a bit sore.

A fain smile bloomed on Lorcan’s harsh mouth as he reached across the space between their small cots and ran his calloused fingers down the healed flesh.  He brushed a thumb down her palm, her cheeks heated.

His fingers laced through hers as he held her steady gaze, “Does it still hurt?” He rasped.

She swallowed and moved closer to the edge of her cot, facing him.  “Only a faint ache.  Gavriel did a good job healing it.” Something dark passed over his eyes.

They were silent for a while, his fingers still wrapped through hers.  She tried to find a way to word the question on her lips, but there was no simple way, so she just decided to say it.  “You were ready to die for me today.” She whispered, it was not a question, but a statement. 

“I was.” He confirmed, his throat bobbed.

“Why?” she asked.  Elide still couldn’t believe it.  For seventeen years she had been invisible, locked in her tower, always looking down.  She knew when Aedion was in Perranth all those years, she knew he would have come to her in a heartbeat.

If he had known. 

But he didn’t, and Elide didn’t blame him, she just found it hard to believe how far her life had come in such a short time. 

Manon had saved her from Vernon’s abuse.  Lorcan had saved her from starving and wandering in through Oakwald; and he was with her the entire journey to find Aelin.  He had been willing to die for her.  An ache spread through her chest. 

“Because I want you Elide.” His voice was guttural, and those dark eyes shone with the reflection of the ocean and rising sun. “I’ve fought and scoured thousands of lands, thousands of the continents, and countries.  In all my time I was never, happy, never living.  I was angry at the world, always wanting more.  You make me better.  You make me feel like I’m a better person, Elide.”  He slunk off his small cot and kneeled down by the head of her pillow, brushing some of her hair away.  He still held her small hand tightly in his larger one.

“I’ve done terrible things,” he whispered, his face was so close to hers.  His eyes seemed to engulf them both.  “Horrible, awful, things, but you’re safe and you’re here, so perhaps all the gods have begun to forgive me.”

He rested his forehead on hers and she lifted a hand to cup his cheek, feeling the rough stubble that was now there, she closed her eyes and breathed him in.  “Perhaps they’ve led me to you?” he shook his head and met her gaze again, “I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I did, and I will forever be grateful for that.  I want you Elide, and when I saw Fenrys lunge at you, saw you bleeding and delirious on the ground… I swear, if you had died in that moment, then I wanted to die too.  I never want to be without you, Elide.” 

Elide brushed her thumb down his cheek, her eyes flicked to his lips, “Thank you Lorcan.” It was all she could say for everything she felt.  “I want you too.” She lifted her mouth up to kiss his, they were perfectly level, if she had kissed him while he was standing she would have to rock onto the tips of her toes.  Lorcan kissed her back, his mouth hot, deepening the kiss, as if he could kiss her to show her all the love he felt inside himself.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked him down, he stumbled and fell on top of her, laughing he tried to lift himself up so he wouldn’t squash her on the small bed. “No.” she said against his lips, she wanted him with her, the sun was beginning to rise and she would have to face a new day, but for now she wanted to be with Lorcan. He laughed into her neck and kissed where her shoulder met her neck.  And up, and up, brushing her jaw with teasing, taunting kisses, seeing who cracked first.

Elide did.

She captured his mouth again as he settled down behind her.  He buried his head in her shoulder, twining his powerful arms around her and pressing her close, arms that were capable of killing and wielding weapons, but elide knew they would never harm her.  His knees pressed into the backs of hers.  He kissed her neck as he settled down again, she just brushed his arm with the hand she had entwined with his.  She could feel his rapid heartbeat against her back, could feel her own cantering heartbeat in her chest, but she heard him sigh and smile against her neck, her own smile pulling out across her lips. She close her eyes, trying to get some extra rest before they were needed and morning dawned on the ship.

They both feel back to sleep.

They woke to Fenrys’ mock scream of horror, high pitched and filled with laughter.  Lorcan reached behind him, growling at the male, and chucked the pillow from his bead towards him.  She could hear Fenrys howling all the way back down the hall.

They’re the best, I love them so much! Thanks for this guys! :)

Hope you all liked it! Leave a comment! ☺️

-Helena xxx

Just the way you are!

Originally posted by malachaisangel

Her eyes, Her eyes                                                                                                                         makes the star look like they’re not shining                                                                    Her hair, Her hair                                                                                                            Falls perfectly without her trying                                                                                   She’s so beautiful, and I tell her every day 


Klaus watched as you fiddled with your finger, avoiding eye contact. Your gaze traveled everywhere, from the beautiful sunset to the glowing city below the hills. You were nervous, this was not your first date with Klaus. Actually, you’ve had many over the years but every time, it was like your first, he had this effect on you. 

Finally, your eyes locked with his and you were mesmerized. Klaus fell deep into your eyes, he loved the way your eyes sparkle full of life, the way your eyes light up when you discover something new, your eyes alone can light up his life brighter than the stars that light up the universe. The (E/C)ness of your eyes makes him melt like a puddle something he never felt before. 

His eyes followed your hands as they held a lock of your hair before pushing it behind your ear. But almost instantly it fell right back to where it was originally placed making you grown in displeasure.  He couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute you were. His deep chuckle made you blush, as the tiny bit of pink spread across your cheeks. 

“you’re beautiful you know that right” Klaus mumbled taking a hold of your chin making you look into his eyes. 


I know, I know                                                                                                        When I compliment her she won’t believe me, and                                       It’s so, It’s so                                                                                                                 Sad to think, she don’t see what I see                                                                                               But every time she asks me “if I look ok?” I say 


You smiled knowing he would always say that to you just to see you smile 

“you always say that, and you know I always disagree” you mumbled 

“I know love but as long as you disagree I’m going to keep telling you until you realize how beautiful you truly are” he whispered in your ear making shivers run right down your spine 

“I honestly don’t see what you see in me” you sighed looking down 

“I see the world in you love, you are my world. Full of wonders and beauty”        

“I-Uh, you always seem to leave me speechless”     

Klaus smiled a victorious smile as you blushed darker from his previous complement, He couldn't help but think back to a few hours ago when you were getting ready for the date.

he watched as you put the small amount of makeup, which only consisted of mascara and eyeliner. You turned around to him with a smile and looked down shyly fixing up your outfit.

“Do I look okay?”

Klaus looked you up and down savoring every bit of this moment. You were wearing a white floral dress with black flats. He couldn’t help but notice the way the dress clings onto your curves making him groan in satisfaction, You were beautiful and he felt lucky to have someone like you as his own. 


When I see your face,                                                                                                 There’s not a thing that I would change,                                                                 cause you’re amazing just the way you are.                                                            And when you smile,                                                                                           The whole world stops and stares for awhile,                                                                      Cause girl you’re amazing just the way you are


“you know even the little amount of makeup you wear is not needed, you look beautiful without it too love. You don’t just look okay, you look gorgeous baby girl. Every time I look at you I know there is nothing I would ever change about you, cause you are perfect to me and I could never ask for more”

Klaus stepped towards your blushing figure and placed a kiss on your soft and warm lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck smiling into the kiss. Like always when you kissed him you felt fireworks.          

Klaus smiled at the memory that took place a few hours ago. Every time he hears your name he can’t help but smile thinking how beautiful you are on the inside and out. 

It was getting dark and stars started to light up the sky.

You looked up and the stars twinkled in your eyes, he always knew your eyes shined brighter than the stars but watching them at this moment left him awestruck.

“aren’t they beautiful” (Y/N) asked 

“indeed they are”

“They always seem to light up the sky no matter the weather, they are so beautiful. I love watching the stars I feel connected to the earth, I don’t really know why. They turn darkness into light. You can always count on the stars to light up the world in darkness" 

"You know love, you’re the star in my life. You always seemed to bring out the light in me when I’m with you. You’re the light in my dark world”

“Don’t say that Klaus, there was always light in you, you just needed help finding it”

“It seems like you’re the right girl to help me reach the light love. No one can ever replace you, you are the most beautiful girl I ever knew in my entire lifetime. I love you (Y/N)”

“Don’t say such things to me, it makes me embarrassed,” you said looking down blushing


Her lips, Her lips                                                                                                           I could kiss them all day if she let me,                                                               Her laugh, Her laugh                                                                                             She hates, but I think it’s so sexy,                                                                              She’s so beautiful and I tell her every day 


Klaus reached over pinning you down on the blanket from the small picnic earlier. 

“you know everytime you blush, it makes you even cuter and I just can’t resist you, love” he growled into your ear 

This caused a total hysteria of butterflies in your stomach. Klaus slowly leaned down touching his warm lips with your own, the feeling was indescribable, it was pure bliss. You felt as if the world didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered at this moment was Klaus and you. 

Klaus nibbled at your lips asking for entrance which you gladly accepted, his tongue darted into your mouth exploring your wet cavern. The mini battle of dominance was won by none other than Klaus. 

You both pulled away in need of oxygen. Your face was flushed, blood was rushing around so fast and you can hear your heart beating rapidly as Klaus’s lips traveled their way down to your neck. He was nibbling and sucking on your sweet spot making you groan in pleasure. 

You were 100 percent sure there was going to be love bite on your neck the next morning but you didn’t care. The love Klaus was showing you right now was all that mattered to you. 

Klaus loved the way you were so vulnerable with him, the way your lips tasted like strawberry and chocolate and the feeling of your soft locks as they tangled themselves into his fingers. The way your delicate body fits with his, and how your small fragile fingers played with his hair. He loved everything about you. You gave him immeasurable pleasure. The pleasure you both felt day in and day out.

Klaus’s hand traveled to your side and wondered towards your ticklish part. You began to protest knowing you would laugh like a mad woman and you hated it. But Klaus refused to listen. He started tickling your sides, you were a giggling mess and those giggles turned into full blown laughter as he kept tickling. 

“K-k-k-kl-klu-Klaus pl-p-ple-please s-s-sto-stop” you breathed through your laughter 

Klaus admired the way you looked so carefree and delicate when you were beneath him, laughing like nothing mattered. The sweet melody of your voice rang through his ears like music, he can’t help but want to hear more and more of this infectious tune. 


Oh you know, you know, you know                                                                          I’d never ask you to change,                                                                                         If perfect’s what you’re searching for then just stay the same,                           So don’t even bother asking if I look okay                                                              You’ll know I’ll say 


Suddenly Klaus just stopped and stared at you. 

“Uh are you okay, is something wrong" 

"no, no, I just can’t get over how beautiful you are and how in the world did I get a girl so perfect and down to earth like you to be my girl”

“I’m not perfect and definitely not what you think of me, but I do know you’re worth my time and I love you wholeheartedly Klaus Mikaelson. and to answer the question of how you got me, it’s simple I saw the light in you”

“You always seem to amaze me, no matter how evil they are you always see the light in them, you have such a pure heart that I’m scared I might ruin it”

“Don’t be silly, you could never do that to me, as long as you’re with me, I  know nothing can hurt me, not even you”

“You know love, you are perfect the way you are, I would never what you to change no matter how many times I tell you this, its the truth. I love this woman I see in front of me and I will love you always and forever”

“I love you to Klaus Mikaelson”

You both leaned in for a small kiss while smiling. It was perfect, sitting under the stars, as the wind softly rubbed against your skin and the sounds of nature played a song. You were both lying on the blanket holding hands as you lay on his chest listening to his calming heartbeat while watching the stars. The night was Perfect, just like the both of you.                


When I see your face,                                                                                    There’s not a thing that I would change,                                                                  cause you’re amazing just the way you are.                                                            And when you smile,                                                                                           The whole world stops and stares for awhile,                                                                      Cause girl you’re amazing just the way you are


Hate to Love You (Snowbaz)

“Great,” I mutter as I walk into our room and see Simon on his bed, “You couldn’t have been out saving the world or getting killed or something?”

Simon barely even glances at me. But he whispers something that sounds strangely like “I wish” before rolling over on his bed, away from me. I pause. Simon is always up for a fight. Something’s got to be wrong. I’m tempted to ignore him and just go to my desk, enjoy some quiet and try to get homework done. I should be doing that. That’s what everyone would expect me to do. I walk towards my desk and sit down.

After ten minutes I can’t stand the silence. It’s growing bigger and bigger in the small room, a buzzing annoyance. Simon’s never this quiet. No matter what he’s doing, he does it loudly. Eating, sleeping, talking. Everything. But now he’s barely making any noise. Even his breathing seems quieter than usual.

I finally spin around, frustrated and fed up and stand up, “What in Crowley’s name is wrong with you?” I say. Simon looks up at me, his expression gloomy and his eyes dull.

“What do you care?” he asks with venom. Venom I know isn’t just aimed at me today. Simon’s mad at the whole world and I can’t help myself, I want to know why. I cautiously walk closer to him, making sure he’s not going to suddenly pull out his sword and attack me. I wouldn’t put it past him, even with the Roommate’s Anathema. If anyone could find a way around that it would be Simon, probably by sheer luck though. I sit at the edge of his bed and he glances at me, curiosity breaking through the fog of sheer misery in his eyes.

“No really,” I say, quieter, gentler, “what’s wrong?”

He pushes himself up, looking suspiciously at me and I realize how close we are. I can feel the heat from his skin and his arm brushes mine as he shifts over to sit next to me, his socked feet hanging off the bed next to mine. My breath quickens.

“I just-” he fiddles with the blanket between his fingers, “ I’m lonely I guess. I mean, no one wants to be friends with me. Sure I have Penny and Agatha, but Penny has Micah and she’s always busy with him and Agatha broke up with me, which you’ve probably heard by now. And I know I’m shitty at magic and probably a danger to be around most of the time. Maybe I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be anywhere. I’m not safe for anyone and I’m alone and there’s nothing I can do about it. Hell, even my roommate hates me and I have no idea why.” His sad eyes lock with mine. “why do you hate me? Really, i want to know, am I that awful to be around?”

I open my mouth. Then close it again. I swallow. “Do you really want to know? Do you really want to know why I hate you so much?”

He nods and I shuffle closer, turning so I’m facing him, while he’s still gazing towards the window. “Well,” I whisper, “the first thing I hate about you is your eyes. They’re so blue, you see. There’s no possible way to describe them besides blue. Writing poetry about them is impossible.”

He turns to me in confusion but before he can interrupt I force myself to continue.

“And then there’s your hair. It’s always a mess, and it drives me insane because I just want to run my fingers through it. And that you smell like cinnamon and smoke. And your moles, Crowley I could spend days telling you how much I hate your moles. Simon, you’re covered in constellations and I want to trace them all. It drives me crazy.”

“Baz-” he starts, “If- if you’re joking this isn’t funny.”

I move my hand to his cheek and suppress a smile when he starts to lean into it.

“ And I hate your stubbornness.” I move my face closer to his, “and the way you fight for what you believe in, and how you talk with your hands more than your mouth, and the way you smile and how you can’t seem to do anything quietly. And Simon,” our noses brush and I press my forehead against his. “I hate that I’m not joking. I hate that-” I swallow and stare at his eyes. His blue eyes which are now shining bright like they should be.

“I hate that I love you Simon, so so much.”

His lips press against mine, gentle and unsure, and careful in a way I didn’t know Simon could be. And Crowley if it doesn’t make me love him more. He pulls away slowly, eyelashes fluttering. But he keeps his hand curled around my neck and I finally, finally allow myself to smile. He smiles back, maybe a little unsure, but he smiles. Crowley it’s beautiful. It’s like the sun coming out from behind clouds.

“I don’t hate you Simon,” I say, “I love you.”

Decisions, decisions ...

If you could only read one book from now on, which would it be? 

 This is a question that often gets asked in my circle of friends, usually after a few drinks, and my answer is always the same – I would pay someone to bind all of Terry Pratchett’s work into one ginormous book just for me. 

When that doesn’t pass muster and I am accused of cheating (which I usually am) I then have to choose between Terry’s books. And that, I have to say, is a much more difficult proposition. I know some people say “it doesn’t matter, it’s Terry, you can read any of his books time and time again and find new angles and puns and other titbits of information that you didn’t notice before” and that’s all true but … despite it all, it matters to me. 

When I look at my Pterry shelves my choice of re-read is significantly dependent on the mood I’m in and what feelings I’m looking to calm or invoke in myself. Do I want to remind myself of how I felt when I first fell in love with the Discworld? If so I need Reaper Man. Do I want to be reminded that it’s possible to find your purpose and get your life together even when your world seems to have gone to the dogs? Then I need Guards! Guards! Do I want to find the courage to keep making the choices that I know need to be made, day after day after day? Then I need Carpe Jugulum or A Hat Full of Sky. Do I want a reminder why organised religion just does not do it for me? I need Small Gods. Am I hankering after a seriously good laugh set in the Discworld equivalent of Ancient Egypt? Then Pyramids is taken from the shelf. Is it Christmas? I need Hogfather … I could go on. And on. And on. There is not a single book of Terry’s that doesn’t resonate with my soul for one reason or other. 

However this form of questioning does not help me narrow down my choice of one book at all and for years I um-ed and ah-ed and then hand-waved and said I couldn’t choose and no-one could make me. 

Until one day someone turned the question on its head and instead asked “If you were told you could never read anything ever again, which book would you be most upset about?” 

And I immediately said “Night Watch”. 

No hesitation - no um-ing and ah-ing, no trying to bend the question to my will – just an instinctual response that had nothing to do with my mood or wanting specific things and everything to do with the sick feeling the thought of never reading it again produced in my stomach. 

This book, to me, is the epitome of Terry’s writing and the epitome of what a story can be. There are so many strands to it, so much depth and feeling packed into its 480 pages that I cannot imagine not being able to return to it at will to mine it again and again for every nugget of truth, punnery and glorious understanding of the human condition. It is both an origin story (for Vimes, for Vetinari, for Ankh-Morpork as we know it), a continuation of the Discworld series and Vimes’ story, and a commentary on – amongst other things - civilisation, revolutions, how we know who we are, and why some of us continue to make the right choices over and over again, no matter how hard they are. 

This book helps me make sense of the violence in the world, makes me want to be a better person, and is the reason that each year, on 25th May, I pick a sprig of lilac from the tree growing in my garden and have a hard-boiled egg with soldiers for breakfast. 

It also contains such gems as: 

“He hated being thought of as one of those people that wore stupid ornamental armour. It was gilt by association”

“The Assassin moved quietly from roof to roof until he was well away from the excitement around the Watch House. His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine against things”


“‘I get it,’ said the prisoner. ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop, eh?’ ‘If you like.’ said Vimes. 'But we’re a bit short staffed here, so if I give you a cigarette would you mind kicking yourself in the teeth?’”

And now I’m turning the question over to all you lovely people reading this, but adding a specifically Pterry angle:

If you were never able to read another book written by Terry Pratchett again, which one would you be most upset about?

Do reblog and let me know – sharing the love of Pterry is a wonderful thing!

Center of Gravity

Summary: A small scene about the aftermath of Betty’s and Jughead’s kiss. Takes place after they find Jason’s car and notify Sherriff Keller.

(I’m not neglecting you prompts, I promise!! Just this idea came to my head and I had to write it! Hope you all like it!!!)

They are at the police station and the air is filled with questions and disapproving looks towards both of them but mostly towards him, the boy with the jet black hair and the funny looking beanie. He gets it; being the son of Forsythe Jones isn’t really appreciated in the Riverdale police department. But he is here to help, both of them are, so the Sherriff has the good sense to offer them some hot tea and two blankets to warm their soaked forms as they explain again and again how they knew about Jason’s car, who told them, why they went there, where this there was.

The off the record interrogation is finally over and they are let alone in the small office, watching from the semi glass wall as Sherriff Keller is pacing up and down in his own office across them, giving orders to some deputies, making calls and writing down theories and facts. Jughead steals a small glance at the blonde next to him, slouching at the very end of the olive green leather couch, uncharacteristically away from him and his personal space, clutching her mug on her freezing hands and having her green eyes focused on the man across them, studying his every move. She fears that he’s going to involve her parents again, that he will let them now about their daughter’s Nancy Drew activities, but what she fears more is how involved in this will be her sister; the last thing Polly needs right now is police officers marching on her room and pestering her with questions during her grieving state.

Jughead brings his own eyes to examine his fingers. Is she shocked by what they found in the woods? Is she bumped that she didn’t have the change to fawn over Archie on stage? Or, worse, is she avoiding him? He had sure blown it. He made a move on her way too fast, she probably isn’t even over Archie yet and definitely she sees him as a close friend and nothing more. Stupid Jughead with your stupid urges and your stupid hopes getting up for nothing.

He doesn’t regret it. If anything he got a glimpse of what it is to have a taste of the perfection that is Betty Cooper; to catch a small moment of raw intensity and brush his fingertips against the edges of his long-term fantasy about him and her sharing the same level of affection. He felt alive in that kiss, like a new man, exhilarated and born again, like all those years before her didn’t exist, like he was just living in grey and that moment he got drowned in colors. What he does regret is this feeling of bitter emptiness that fills his chest at that very moment and it stings badly, even though he felt it a lot of times in the past and even though part of him was prepared for facing emotional rock bottom once again.

He steals another glance; she still looks focused on the action out of the small room they occupy. He hates the silence; he of all people hates the silence. He wants her to say something, even reject him and his earlier confession of heart. That way he will have something concrete, something that will shutter his heart in million pieces but at least it would make him stop thinking and overanalyzing and being in that constant loop of thinking that he knows everything but in the end he knows nothing.

“I’m sorry I ruined the moment.” Her words come crashing down between them and Jughead gets startled by her soft voice that breaks the unwanted silence and disrupts his sea of thoughts.

He opens his mouth to say something but he feels a chock paralyzing his tongue so he just nods curtly, hoping to not appear as hurt as he feels.

“I wish we had that kiss at another time, in another place.” Jughead finds her voice rather steady and sure and he thinks that she doesn’t have second thoughts about maybe giving him a chance. There is another nod from his part; he was never good with spoken words and right now even a pen and paper wouldn’t help him express the rollercoaster of emotions he is feeling.

“Because truly that was the best kiss someone could experience in a lifetime.” Her voice breaks at the end of her sentence and it throws him off, sending his head flying to face her for the first time since they had set foot in that ugly colored room.

“You think so?” he doesn’t even recognize his voice, small and softer than it was earlier in her room, the emotions giving it an odd thickness. His heart flatters as he waits for her next answer and at that moment he knows he is doomed, a hopeless victim to her breathtaking green eyes and their hints of blues and greys. Their color is a mystery to him, his feeling for her the same.

Betty only nods, chin wobbling and head dropping to the floor, as two tears form a straight line from her eyelashes to the rusty tiles that lie underneath her ankle boots. “I’m so caught up in this bubble that’s seconds from being popped violently and that seems to make me pass out on things that are big events in my life.”

His heart flatters again at the description she sets for their electrifying moment. She is definitely the biggest event in his lonesome and boring life. But big is everything around them right now, big secrets, big scandals, big revelations and big scares them both, two sixteen year old kids trying to find themselves in a world that everyone labels as big. “We can go small, timid. One step at a time, even half if you want.” He proposes with soft eyes gazing her profile and, for the first time it seems that life decides to offer him a smile in the form of an agreeing nod from the girl that, up until now, only got to have in his wildest dreams.  

“You keep me grounded, Juggie. Just like gravity; you’re pulling me to your safe place when everything is madly twirling around me.” Betty looks him in the eyes and he understands. There’s a pull, an unbreakable urge to stay connected and he relishes to it, even if the heavy feeling against his chest scares the hell out of him. “When you’re in the room, it’s impossible for me to look away.” Yeah, he understands that very much so.

“I wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” The raven haired boy confesses and sends her one of his signature glares, those intense ones that he only keeps for her and they cause a gorgeous chaos of intense emotions inside her chest.

“Now I came to understand that I did want that too, badly.” She shivers and it’s not from the cold or the clingy wet clothes she wears; it’s from his stare and the rerun of their first kiss inside her head. She finds herself closing the space that she had left between them on the couch and brings her hand on his cheek, caressing the cold skin and brushing away some dripping black waves.

He keeps staring down at her and he isn’t sure what to do. His body is telling him to go for it once again but his mind interferes and advices him to hold his horses, be timid as he promised. He feels the feather light breath of hers against his lips and his eyes flatter close, and if he still had a heart he would swear that it will jump off his chest and escape. But his heart is on her hands now and he prays that she is delicate with it because he doesn’t know how many more plasters and stitches it can handle.

She finally closes the inch between them, soft lips meeting sore and chapped ones, and the feel is indeed magnetic, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly with each other. It brings a tiny whine on Betty’s lips and Jughead sighs all his nerves and his frustration away, slender fingers coming to dance over her waist lightly, him testing the waters and wanting to touch her, to confirm that she is real. She loves it and her thump brushes lightly over his cheekbone, both angling their heads and sharing some sweet, loving pecks with each other.

“My very own center of gravity…” Jughead murmurs inside the kiss and he feels her hum on his thirsty lips, a pleased smile curling her rosy bubblegum ones and being the sight Jughead comes across as he decides to step back into reality and open his eyes. They put their love on hold once again, the world around them revolving in spinning circles and leaving them no choice but to hop on for a ride, but this time they are going to be ok.

Gravity is an unbreakable force.

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I gotta say, I am absolutely in love with the concept of traditional “monsters” protecting abused and hurting children and this makes me very happy

It started with me going toward the more celtic side of mythology for the werewolves, which were the myths I was raised with. It was strange to me growing up when the popular media that had werewolves in it always showed them as violent and unpredictable, because werewolf myths in Scotland were more…kind. They fed starving families, they were the guardians of lost and orphaned children. 

They were still part wolf and could rip you apart when necessary, but they were first and primarily guardians. 

So while I was writing Nathan and his cultural sense of identity and personality and I started on Vlad, I knew I had an idea for what I wanted him to be. I wanted him to be the archetype vampire, really attractive and smooth on the surface, but I also didn’t want to make him a monster underneath it with uncontrollable urges because ugh, ugh, no. So instead I tried to think about what I’d do if I had eternity yawning out in front of me, and well…lets just say it’s a good thing eternity does not yawn out in front of me. But I also tried to take into consideration the history I had given him, and the family dynamic he has, and when I thought about that, it really just made sense for someone like Vlad to look at the suffering in the world and go “No” and try to fix it in small ways, ways which no one else ever seems to consider. 

He’s not brave like Nathan (he thinks) he’s not a soldier, he doesn’t fight, and he’s not got the sheer raw power Ursula has or her resilience, but he can make a difference, he can make subtle changes that make the lives of those around them—however brief—a little bit better. He pushes for social reform, he throws himself into research, he takes an active interest in medicine, and when someone says “but that’ll take decades!” he just smiles and says “I’ve got the time.”

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Supercat canon divergence. Cat Grant barista Au. Please and spanx.

You and @reginalovesemma are in so much trouble. Again.

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On AO3 if you prefer. 

Kara has idle daydreams about when she’ll hear from Cat. She envisions personalized stationery all the way from the Orient Express, or a knowing postcard from Paris. In darker hours, those 3am-can’t-sleep-for-missing-her hours, Kara worries the first communication she’ll have from Cat is a scream, or  a stutter in her heartbeat. 

Instead, it’s a messengered note written on a napkin from a Bulletproof Coffee store. Cat couldn’t find the time to open her email, or the money to buy actual writing paper, but she took the time to scribble an address and FedEx the damn thing to Kara’s office at CatCo. So almost exactly the level of drama Kara has been pining for these past few months. It isn’t even signed, relying on Kara to recognise that impatient handwriting with its tight loops and jagged lines.

Since there’s no detail, Kara doesn’t waste time or money on the façade of looking up the nearest airport and booking commercial flights. She looks, just in case, but the number of changes suggest Cat is truly in the middle of nowhere, USA. If there’s a spa resort there, it’s so exclusive that the internet doesn’t contain so much as a whisper of its existence. 

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Something I want antis to know as a CSA survivor

I considered myself an anti for about a month when I didn’t look into the conflict.

From the base of it all, it seemed clear– Sh/ro is too old for any of the paladins and therefore they shouldn’t date. I took that as fact when research told me nothing about canon ages and accepted it because it was popular opinion. I didn’t mind it because I didn’t ship sha/adin and I’m also a csa survivor who is still recovering from multiple traumas.

But something changed my mind.

This is a LOOOOOOOOOONG ass post with a lot feeling spilled out so just a warning there.
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Lit Me Up

Summary: Reader gets drunk in a party and Peter comes to rescue.

Warnings: minor alcohol consumption, curses (I have a dirty mouth, I’m sorry)

Based on: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur.


A/N: bless this man for blessing us with this song. This took longer than I expected to be written bc of school ugh. But here you go. Idk if I’ll make a second part showing the date or how their relationship grew up but if you want just let me know!

Originally posted by tropical-latinagirl

    I didn’t want to be here. When you’re the nerd of the school, you don’t get to go to popular parties. But here I was. Peter Parker in a party of the most popular jocks in the school. Yay. The only reason I was there it was because the host was one of the jocks I”ve tutored, and he thought he owned me one. He knew about my crush in one of the popular girls in midtown, so obviously he invited her too.

    Y/N Y/L/N was dancing in the dance floor surrounded by three of her friends. She swayed her hips like fucking Rihanna while her friends danced around her. She had this nice vibe where it seemed like she was in a world of her own. She was different. Unlike her friends, Y/N was nice, kind and gentle. She looked beautiful as ever and I swear that everyday she gets better.

    Once, her friends were mocking me and throwing my stuffs on the ground, she showed up, told them to ‘fuck off’ and helped me get up. She tried to make small talk after the incident but I could only stutter and say nothing at all. She just smiled and walked back to class, turning around to wave her hand at me in ‘goodbye’.

    And now, there she was. Dancing like she was the only girl in the world. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Every move she made was like a new addiction. I wanted so much to go to her. To come clean about my feelings. Daydreaming that she would feel the same and I’d get to be truly hers and she’d be mine.

“You know, it’s rude to stare” Jeff says little louder so I could hear when he comes. He was the host of the party.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” I say as loudly as he did. He only chuckles and shakes his head.

“Yeah, right, so you haven’t been oogling Y/N since you’ve arived?” He teases and I only look down, I guess that was his answer “You’re her type, you know? If I were you I’d totally go for it”

“What do you mean I’m her type? That’s bullshit, she’s out of my league anyways”

“Really? Don’t get me wrong, Parker, but you’re hot, she’s hot, you guys would be the hottest!”

“Uhm… She’s popular, I’m a nerd, that’s a no match”

“She doesn’t care about standards, in fact, she defends you everytime Flash starts talking shit”

    Before I could answer, some random guy shows up and takes Jeff away. I sighed and put my hands in my pockets. When I got back to watch Y/N, one of her friends was saying something in her ear. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes feel directly on me. It was like time have stopped. She smiled and waved her fingers at me. My heart almost stopped. I raise my hand at her shyly, she winks at me. She had no idea how much of effect she had on me. I wanted to go to her, and talk to her, and dance close to her. But all of that fear would refrain me to do so.

    She says something in her friends’ ear before dissapearing in the crowd. I sigh and try to find her again. I feel someone poking my left shoulder, so that’s where I look, but there was no one. I look to my right and there she was.

“Hey, Peter, wasn’t expecting to see you here!” She says a little too excited. Was she drunk?

“Uhm… Yeah… Jeff invited me… H-He said something about he own me one for making him pass last semester” She nods.

“Well, since you’re here, come on and dance with me”

“I-I don’t t-think-”

“Come on! We can dance a slow song! Oh, that’s great! Jeff…” She grabs Jeff’s arm as he passed by “Could you play a slow song for me and Peter?”

“Huh… Sure… Y/N, did you drink anything that Flash offered to you? Because I told you not to do it” He scolds her.

“B-But… It was so colorful…” She whines. Jeff rolls his eyes and leave.

“Peter!” She squeals in happiness when she turns around a look at me again “I can’t believe you’re here”

“Uhm… Y-Yeah, I am” She then throw her arms around me and pulled me for a hug.

“Is so good to see you” She snuzzles her face in my neck. Besides she being over-cute, I was worried about her.

    Like she asked. Jeff played a slow song. Since she was already holding me she just starts swaying from side to side. I shyly place my hands on her waist and sway along with her. Her slow breath on my neck making shivers run down my spine. Her fingertips would from time to time touch my scalp and caress it. 

    This moment was perfect. But then again, nothing droven by alcohol end up good. Y/N pulls apart and cover her mouth. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. She rushes to the bathroom and I follow her. She falls on her knees and threw up anything she had eaten in the past few hours. I stay behind her and take her hair out of her face, holding it in a ponytail with my hand. As she kept throwing up and whining for the feeling to stop, I soothe her by rubbing her back.

“I-I’m sorry, Peter… I ruined everything, didn’t I?” She says when she stops puking and with tears in her eyes.

“No, of course not, Y/N!” 

“Why do I always make an idiot of myself when I’m around you?”

“Well… I-I guess we’re both idiots then…”

    When I said that she giggled and smiled at me. That was the greatest reaction I could get from her. She leans to my chest and hugs me. I wrap my arms around her form as her breath was slow and steady. 

    Y/N was really something else. No matter how many times I tell myself that she’s not meant for me, or that I’m not in the same wavelenght as her, she shows me I’m wrong. She makes me feel as though I am enough. And I really want to be it. I wanna hold her like this everyday and everynight. I wanna run my fingers in her hair until she falls asleep. I wanna take her to dates. I wanna kiss everything I love about her, her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her lips. God, it might be a little too early to say this, but I wanna be in her life. I want to grow old with her. To love her so. I don’t know if we’ll get married and have kids; but if I’m with her I know everything from now on will be worthy. I knew I loved her then. But she won’t know that. Because this exact same feeling scared the shit out of me.

    I am Spiderman for Christ’s sake! I have no right to have important people in my life. If some bad guys gets to know about them, I’m sure they’ll use them against me. I can’t put her life in danger like this.

“I wanna go home” She pleads quietly. I reach for my cellphone in my pocket and call for help.

“Tony… Can you pick me and a friend up?”

What’s going on?” He asks.

“N-Nothing! We just wanna go home”

Okay, I’ll be there in five

    I end the call and help her get on her feet. She holds onto me life her life depended on it. She was stumbling on her own feet from time to time, but I was there for her. When I saw Jeff I told him we were going. He just nodded and asked for Y/N to be okay. She was half asleep already. When we got outside, Tony Stark was there, waiting in one of his expensive and luxurious cars. I get us inside in the passengers seat. I put our seatbelts on. She drops her head to rest on my shoulder. I hold her hand the whole trip, letting my thumb caress it slowly.

“Is she okay?” Tony asks.

“Uhm… Yeah, I guess… Someone put alcohol in her drink”


    I would reply something but I was too focused on Y/N to care. She would sometimes hold my hand a little tighter but soon ease it up. She looked so peaceful when half asleep like that.

    We got to her house. I help her getting out of the car without hitting her head. She clinges onto me like a koala. I chuckle but let her be. Her mom opens the door. She was so worried that this would happen and something bad happened to her. She was truly grateful that I brought her home and didn’t take advantage of her state. She let me take her to her bedroom. I gently place her in her bed. But she doesn’t wanna let me go.

“Y/N, you gotta rest” I tell her and her grip on my neck loosen up.

“Stay over” She says barely above a whisper.

“I already told you, you gotta rest, we’ll talk at school, okay?” Her tired eyes were focused on me. I take a stray of hair out of her face, gently running my fringertips on her face before putting the stay behind her ear.

“Thank you again, uh…” Her mom says when we’re at the door.

“Peter. Peter Parker”

“Thank you, Peter Parker, my daughter is lucky to have someone like you in her life” I smile, surely my cheeks were red.

“Believe me, Ms Y/L/N, I’m the lucky one”

    Finally school came. I was getting a few books out of my backpack and putting on my locker. I hear giggles and voices in the hall, I identify some of the voices as Y/N’s friends. I look up and there they were. Behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons. She was there too, although she was quiet and seemed like thinking about something else, for me, she was glowing and standing out of the other girls. When her eyes lock on mine, she frozes, she says something to her friends and starts coming towards me.

“Hey, Peter”

“Hey, Y/N… H-How are you feeling?”

“I’m good… My mom told me you left me home and… Thanks for that, I swear I’ve never been drunk before and… And I never want to be again… I hope I didn’t make such things as embarassing you while being it”

“N-No! It’s okay”

“Uhm… I was thinking… Do you have something to do after school?”

“No, not today, why?”

“There’s this new comics and cds store that opened near my house, wanna go there with me?”

“U-Uhm… Yeah! Definitely! Sure!” She giggles.

“Okay, uhm, meet me in the front gate?”

“Sounds perfect”

“Okay then, see you later, Peter”

    She leans in and press a kiss in my cheek. It didn’t last long but, geez, to me it felt like eternity. Her lipsticked lips were soft and I wondered if they had left lipstick smear. She pulled apart and smiled softly at me. I knew in that moment everything would change, and if were up to me, I wouldn’t let her go.

So, uh…I did a thing. Our final project for my computer graphics class was to take an actual online article and make a fake magazine page type thing from it. We were allowed to pick any article we wanted as long as it wasn’t in a physical magazine, and I obviously would’ve been doing the world a disservice if I didn’t pick the beautifully written “Does Bruno Mars is Gay?” article that the Game Grumps read. And to make it seem even more like those magazines who print fake stuff about celebrities, I even threw in something about Septiplier XD (Please don’t be mad at me guys, it was just for the lolz.) Enjoy everyone!

Edit: I made the Septiplier thing down in the corner bigger for turn in because I thought it would negatively affect my grade if I left it small

Happy New Year, Fafnir! (He Doesn’t Really Understand It)

Whoo more ask prompts! This time we have 1. I thought you knew, but for Fafiya this time!!  In which Fafnir is completely unreadable and Takiya is just trying his best.

Other fics including other Dragon Maid ask prompts are over here.

“Fafnir, the New Year is coming up you know.”


“Do you celebrate the New Year where you’re from?”

“The passage of time is such for us that years don’t matter.  We don’t pay attention to human markers of time.”

“O-oh, sorry. It’s a big deal to us, so I wondered. Do you…I usually go out to celebrate. You could come along if you wanted.”

“Human celebrations vex me.”

“Ah.  It does get very crowded, sometimes it’s a lot for me to handle too.”


Takiya lets it fade, the faint clicking of the keyboard filling the room again.

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Evgenia Medvedeva: Extremely Tano & Incredibly Pantomime; an attempt at translating the Averbukh masterpiece

2017 started with a bang with the US Nationals, Canadian Nationals and European Championships all happening at the same time. While we wait for the 4CC to unfold, I thought of writing down a small recap of what has happened in the skating world so far - which is, quite a lot to be honest. And I do realize I’m late with this recap while everyone else and their mothers have discussed the previously mentioned competitions to death; that is why I will try to make this short and to the point. 

First of all Tara Lipinski might give Tatiana Tarasova a run for her money because let me tell you; as a Romanian watching the NBC broadcast of US Nationals it was like watching a “is there life on Mars” documentary. She can’t seem to shut up, can she, miss Lipinski. While Johnny Weir has learned from previous mistakes and is keeping his okay-sometimes borderline offensive-observations to a minimum, Tara “when I was her age I was Olympic Champion” Lipinski likes to hear her own voice especially when she serves free, fresh gossip. I think Dave Lease should invite her on TSL sometime because nothing in this world would compare to this duo. 

As for Tatiana Tarasova, I expect her to cause significant damage inside the arena in which Maxim Kovtun will compete next time. I mean, if she was slamming the table during Euros, she might knock down the entire row of commentators next time because what’s stopping her really?

Nathan Chen was born to make history (yeah I know this joke has been used already, boo) as he landed 7 quads in a single competition, making Tara Lipinski squeal louder than Tarasova’s TRI-TRI-TRI when Evgenia Medvedeva was making a Statement™ at Russian Nationals when she jumped a 3-3-3* invalid combination. 

Speaking of Evgenia Medvedeva, her terror tribute long program broke another record at Euros and she won her second consecutive title by like, a mile ahead. Imagine a sprint competition where the rest of the runners arrive to the finish line like an hour later after the leader, and they find said leader resting on a chaise long wearing sunglasses and drinking cocktails. That’s pretty much what the ladies’ field is looking like nowadays what with the judges gifting PCS like Evgenia is winning the lottery. 

I’ve tried to understand what that long program is about, I really tried. While it has 9/11 voice-overs, the Eteri factory insists it’s not “just” about 9/11, it’s about… all the terror happening in the world. Well if that’s the case I’m going to blame Ilia Averbukh - this, this modern day Grigori Rasputin - for whatever black magic he performed last year. Because what the fuck, look at the political scene around the world right now! There’s a fucking revolution going on in my own country for God’s sake. So I watched Evgenia’s long program and I tried to translate the pantomime into human language. I really tried. I invite you to read the human language translation in captions below the cut. 

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A little romance never hurt anyone

Pairing: Sami Zayn/You

Summary: You’re boyfriend Sami isn’t as romantic as people assume. This bothers you a little. Maybe that’ll change ?

Tags: @the-geekgoddes

Everyone you’ve ever come into contact with assumes that Sami is a romantic. That dating him must be like living in a romantic comedy all the time, that he must take you on the most picture perfect dates the world has ever seen. Even you’re close friends assume that Sami must romance you on a regular basis but in actual fact ? Sami doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body.

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hey, our lil tumblr squad seems to be growing & i find myself followed n following some new people

hello! i’m juli. i found myself in the beer/restaurant industry & stayed though i have some big ideas & who knows where those will take me but i also find immense satisfaction in my work & working hard though i try not to let it define me, i am happiest when i am gardening or riding my bike or singing or dancing or throwing a party big or small, i try to make the world a little brighter but i also strive to take no shit & can get from zero to scrappy real quick, i love when people try to be good to each other, & especially love when people are aware of multiple depths & nuances of things going on around them & how they affect their surroundings or just fit into the bigger picture, i try to tag things that you might need a warning for but sometimes i might mess up or have to fix an answered question that doesn’t allow for it until after the fact, i strive to fight for equality & justice & i want to keep learning & challenging myself to be better, every once in a while i will spam you with answers to beer questions, every blue moon you might see something a lil’ racy, but mostly CATS & sometimes DOGS, & your standard hatred for the current administration & fascism & did i mention cats

albus severus potter, you were named after two men who taught me how difficult it is to distinguish between good and evil, because every human being has the capacity for both inside themselves. i spent my life idolizing one and vilifying the other, but it wasn’t until i was older that i realized the enormity of the choices they were forced to make and the guilt and regret they carried with them their whole lives. they were both like me, ambitious and stubborn and lost, but they devoted their whole lives to protecting me, and i’ll forever be grateful for that. without them, you would never have been born, and if there’s one thing i want you to remember, it’s that you are always capable of selflessness and bravery, even when it seems impossible, because they were. they were not perfect people, but they were stronger than i ever knew, and they taught me that the choices you make, however small, however misguided, matter. they matter after you’re gone. they matter to the world you want to change, and making the right choice after you’ve made the wrong one, hard as it is, is how we grow. so remember that. be brave, albus severus. you don’t have to be a gryffindor to know what that means.

What makes me really sad is when I go into the Graceling tag and see how few people and posts there are, because my favorite book in the entire world seems to have such a small fandom and it’s incredibly disappointing.

Here’s a book with empowering female characters and ladies of color and men of color and fantastic worldbuilding and a fascinating concept and writing capable of provoking serious emotional responses, and it’s just so under-appreciated. Here’s a book I would gladly give and recommend to every human being on the entire earth to read, but I can’t remember that last time I met someone who had even heard of it.

And I just want to become best friends with every person who’s read and liked it and form a massive circle and shout “READ THE GRACELING REALMS SERIES” to the whole world over and over again until this series is appreciated and loved as much as it deserves to be.


Hello little peanuts. I have returned with a gift for you.

What if everyone knew about Draco’s crush on Harry (and Harry’s crush on Draco) and Pansy decides, with the help of one Hermione Granger, to come up with passwords each week that will torture one of them into admitting it.

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  • The beginning of eighth year was weary for everyone
  • Back from a war, back from a summer of healing
  • But it seemed as though the atmosphere at Hogwarts had never shifted
  • Sure it was a battleground newly refurbished
  • A site of memories many didn’t want to be having
  • But it took no more than one large crate of firewhiskey graciously donated
  • And an unknown number of hours with every single eighth year student sprawled out, drunk and slobbering on their common room floor to bring them into a hazy yet comfortable year
  • It wasn’t all tear stained cheeks
  • Many more lip locks, many new friendships, even more laughter
  • It seemed … it felt much better than the year they had prepared for

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