stole from tumblr

  • Lucas: Where is Maya?
  • Farkle: Doing stuff...
  • Lucas: And Riley?
  • Farkle: Trying to stop Maya from doing the stuff.
  • Lucas: Zay?
  • Farkle: He's trying to stop Riley from stopping Maya from doing the stuff.
  • Lucas: Oh boy... and what are you doing here then?
  • Farkle: I'm supposed to stop you from trying to stop Zay from trying to stop Riley from stopping Maya from doing the stuff.
Someone stealing Hannibal Art

I’m so angry right now - there is this girl on instagram and she’s stealing ics, drawings and manips from a lot of Fannibals I’ve met here on tumblr and she just won’t stop. She simply cuts off the signature.

So far she stole from @flyingrottenhannistag , @adaptedevolvedbecame.tumblr.com/ , @lazywerewolf.tumblr.com, @spielzeugkaiser.tumblr.com/, @the-walking-fannibal.tumblr.com, and myself… just to name a few.

“What am I doing? What…oh my god, what am I doing? I…love you. I love you so much. I love you, Arizona; it’s always been you. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I don’t – we need to get off this plane. Excuse me, excuse me! C'mon Sof – excuse me! We need to get off right now. No, listen to me! We need to get off the plane…”

And that’s where the voicemail ends.

Arizona stands dumbfounded in her kitchen as she listens to the voicemail for the third time, Callie’s rambling voice in her ear saying things she never imagined she would hear again. She can’t…there has to be some mistake.

“Damn it!” she pulls the phone from her ear and stares at it in anger, willing it to give her something more, “damn it, Callie! Did you get off the plane?!”

A knock at the front door makes her breath catch suddenly in her throat, and she spins to face it, dropping the phone on a side table. It’s late. There’s only one person who could be on the other side of that door.

In four quick strides she unlocks the latch and pulls the door open, and the most incredible sight meets her eyes.

“We got off the plane.”

Callie swallows thickly, her bag quickly dropped and forgotten as she steps across the threshold and wraps her arms around the blonde, pulling her in close.

And then her hands move to cup Arizona’s cheeks and she’s kissing her like there’s no tomorrow – like she’s never going to kiss anyone else for the rest of her life. Like she couldn’t, even if she wanted to.

And she doesn’t care that their six-year-old daughter is standing beside them; she doesn’t care that it’s almost midnight and she doesn’t care that she’s being brazen and impulsive and probably foolhardy. She needs to be here. She needs to be kissing Arizona. She’s not going anywhere.

Arizona breaks their kiss for only a moment, her fingers trailing up to gently tuck dark hair behind Callie’s ear, and her breathless words convey everything that needs to be said for the moment.

Because they both know what this truly means. This is only the beginning.

“You got off the plane.”