smiles i smile too

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The way they look at each other when the other is not watching :))
 Should someone tell them or…??

Request for  @mnerd63 . Your request said Klance and I wasn’t sure if lance or keith… so both o)-< 

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Winnie’s eyes flickered and she groaned as she opened her eyes and was assaulted by the bright light. She immediately closed them, “No, no, no Winnie don’t you close your eyes on me Beauty! I need you to stay with me!” Lincoln pleaded with Winnie. Winnie’s eyes flicked open again at the sound of Lincoln’s pleading.

“It’s just so bright, Lincoln,” Winnie said her voice coming out raspy. Her throat was sore in fact her whole body was sore.

“I missed you so much Winnie, don’t you ever do that to me again!” Lincoln said picking Winnie’s hand and bringing it to his face.

“I’m sorry I scared you Lincoln and I love you too,” Winnie said smiling. Lincoln smiled back and kissed her cheek while pushing the button to page the doctor.

channynipa  asked:

Hi!~ Can I have a ship w/BTS, please? I'm 5'7,the eldest of 4,making me reliable & a good leader.Very caring,affectionate,kind,strong both physically & mentally,competitive & fearless.I'm a good listener so as a good adviser.I love sharing my love w/my fam & people I care.I LIKE flowers,animals & LOVE cuddling,skinship,theme park & advanturous things.I can cook too.I hate heat & worst w/directions.I'm always there for my siblings.Smile's always on my face & I hope everyone can smile,too.Tysm :)

I ship you with Namjoon!

Originally posted by bangthebae

You two would be on the same page, no matter what you’re talking about. You would rarely fight, but rather have grown-up discussions, while knowing when it’s time to be silly and have fun. The Badass Couple is a title you two would have, in the sense that you are always on top of things and get things done quick and effectively. Your positive attitude would draw Namjoon to you and he would only fall more for you when he finds that you’re a reliable friend and lover, talking to you about the philosophical questions that fill his mind. Even if you two could talk for hours, you would also enjoy each other’s silence, simply feeling comfortable.

-Moon

Dear Strange Man on the Train,

At 11 o’clock at night, you moved across the train car to sit far too close to two girls about half your age so you could interrupt our conversation to tell us how pretty we are. We said thank you, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a second time to say that you didn’t want to bother us, but we needed to hear it, how pretty we are. We said cool, thanks, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a third time to say you wouldn’t say anything else, you didn’t want to bother us, you just had to let us know. We said have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

This seemed to perplex you. You came all that way across a train car to bestow upon us this life altering knowledge - the fact we were pretty - and all you got was a polite thank you? You grumbled about gratitude, about how you better not end up on facebook, were we putting you on facebook? Why was my friend looking at her phone? Was she putting you on facebook? All you’d done was tell us we were pretty.

At this point, my friend says, “Sir, we’re trying to have a conversation. Please don’t be disrespectful.”

This was when you got angry. Disrespectful? YOU? For taking the time out of your day to tell us we were pretty? Did we know we were pretty?

“Yes, we knew,” says my friend.

Well, that was the last straw. How dare we know we were pretty! Sure, you were allowed to tell us we were pretty, but we weren’t allowed to think it independently, without your permission! And if we had somehow already known - perhaps some other strange man had informed us earlier in the day - we certainly weren’t allowed to SAY it! Where did we get off, having confidence in ourselves? You wanted us to know we were pretty, sure, but only as a reward for good behavior. We were pretty when you gifted it upon us with your words, and not a moment before! You raged for a minute about how horrible we were for saying we thought we were pretty, how awful we turned out to be.

I took a page out of your book and interrupted you. “Sir, you said you wouldn’t say anything else, and then you kept talking,” I said. “You complimented us, we said thank you, and we don’t owe you anything else. It’s late, you’re a stranger, and I don’t want to talk to you. We’ve tried to disengage multiple times but you keep bothering us.”

At this point, our train pulled into the next stop. My friend suggested we leave, so we got up and went to the door.

Seeing your last chance, you lashed out with the killing blow. “I was wrong!” you shouted at us as we left, “You’re ugly! You’re both REALLY UGLY!”

Fortunately, since our worth as human beings is in no way dependent upon how physically attractive you find us, my friend and I were unharmed and continued on with our night. She walked home; I switched to the next train car and sat down.

So, strange man, I know you’re confused. I don’t know if you’ll think about anything I said to you, but I hope you do learn this: when you give someone something - a gift, a compliment, whatever - with stringent stipulations about how they respond to it, you are not giving anything. You are setting a trap. It is not as nice as you think it is.

But you’ll be happy to know that when I sat down in the next car, a strange man several seats over called, “Hey, pretty girl. Nice guitar. How was your concert?”

“Thanks. Good,” I said, then looked away and put on my headphones, the universal sign for ‘I’d like to be left alone.’

“Wow. Fine. Whatever. Fucking bitch,” he said.