I THINK THIS FASHION IS CALLED PASTEL GOTH. …GOLF? GULF? IN ANY CASE, IT SEEMS TO INVOLVE A LOT OF SKULLS, WHICH I CAN ONE HUNDRED PERCENT GET BEHIND!
Papyrus, of course, is a very fashionable skeleton who also seems to be quite proud of the fact he is a skeleton, so finding there are all kinds of clothes and styles on the surface that incorporate skeletal motifs is pretty exciting to him. It’s possibly what gets him to change out of his battle body, tbh…
This is Papyrus’ outfit in the current chapter of Unexpected Guests! I couldn’t figure out how to make a glittery skull decal work easily in the comic’s format, so you’ll just have to imagine it’s there. =u=;
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Today choose one of your fics and read it from start to finish.
Don’t worry about misplaced commas or run-on sentences. Forget about the number of times you wrote this word or the other. Don’t look for typos and mistakes.
Forget about being a beta or a critic for the day and just read.
Sit back, relax and enjoy.
Let the beautiful words you’ve written wash over you. Marvel at your detailed descriptions, laugh at that fantastic line of dialogue, swoon over that character’s romantic gesture or at that long-awaited kiss.
And, when you’re done, pat yourself on the back for a job well done.
I suppose I’m not entirely SURPRISED that Sakura is still crying in her sleep but I’m very CONCERNED all the same.
It’s hard to know if she has some idea of what’s going on,
or if the events she saw when she was awake were enough to keep her this sad
even in unconsciousness, or if she has a similar empathy power to Mokona going on. But
EITHER WAY I would very much like her to wake up soon yes?
That would be GREAT!
Also Subaru is completely correct.
Subaru is, in fact, the most correct.
Subaru is, in fact, NOT AT FAULT.
IT’S JUST YOU, KAMUI.
YOU KILLED A GUY IN THE WATER RESERVOIR.
WHICH IS NOT THE ONLY THING THAT WENT WRONG BUT IT SURE AS HELL KIND OF TRIGGERED EVERYTHING
THAT HAPPENED NEXT SO THIS IS MORE YOUR FAULT THAN ANYONE ELSE’S, KAMUI.
“It’s not like that!”
We instinctively take three steps from each other as she blushes and I casually throw a hand to the back of my neck; our typical routine to dissuade the prying eyes of bored students and the rumor mill. She storms embarrassed down the hall and I naturally follow behind her as I’ve been doing long as I can remember. Even from behind I can read her like my favorite book, and just like I know every chapter I know something else is bothering her. She feels better when she tells me as if I don’t already know so when we arrive at our spot on the roof I let her take her time.
“My parents were arguing again this morning.”
I feel my heart soften merely at the sound of her voice. There is so much that it holds. In the middle of it all I hear her trust in me call out, binding me to her more and more every day. I’m not particularly a guy of many words so I take my hands out of my pockets and sit by her, offering my ears instead of my voice. She knows she doesn’t have to be anything but herself with me. Honestly speaking, there doesn’t have to be words at all between us for us to communicate.
She leans against me and puts her head on my shoulder. She smells the same as always-home, sweet memories….strawberries.
I close my eyes when she laces her hand in mine and completely ignore the fact that they fit perfectly together- like the spaces in between my fingers were made just for hers. I also ignore the immediate thought
‘I wouldn’t want these fingers intertwined with anyone else’ and the anger inciting
‘God help the person that ever makes her run towards me with that look in her eyes again’.
I try to shake the thoughts away, look up into the sky that’s beautiful because Chaelin’s here and can’t stop the one always in the front of my mind that says,
“It is so like that.”
@carabas mentioned Imshael offering more choices than his original three a while ago, and the idea has been bouncing around my head ever since, so.
The man at the center of the courtyard wasn’t human.
He was doing a good job pretending. Tiny details were wrong - skin not nearly flushed enough from the bitter winds, footsteps vanishing seconds after he moved - but those were things Lavellan wouldn’t have noticed immediately, if at all. No, the telltale sign was his energy, the massive pull of Fade behind him. Once, before Cole and before the aching mark on her hand, she wouldn’t have noticed. Now if she closed her eyes, she could almost see the outline of it, trace the tendrils that were spiraling to her. The anchor, it seemed, was always hungry for the Fade, and spirits provided.
Of course, the fact that he was standing calmly among patrolling Red Templars was a bit of a giveaway too. She never would have mistaken him for harmless.
I was fine and then I started imagining the last scene in the series as a scene where Bellamy and Clarke are on a hill staring off at the sunset watching their kids and their friends play a game of tag down below, wrapped in each others arms and him asking ‘what now, princess?’ and her answering 'whatever the hell we want’ as she snuggles into his side and he kisses her forehead and it pans off and they’re both smiling and hapPY AND NOW I AM NOT FINE. I’M NOT FINE AT ALL DAMN IT
I’m proud of myself, and I need to thank BTS for it. During years, every time I would mention k-pop, people looked at me like I was crazy. “Why would you enjoy music that’s not even in your language or that you understand?”, “Oh that’s just a phase Lisa, soon you will realize that k-pop is shit!”, “Chinese people? Seriously, Lisa? You could have better taste.” and so on and so forth. I was the only one in my group of friends who loved k-pop, so I never talked anymore about it. I didn’t want to be judged.
But now, with BTS, they gave me the courage I needed to actually say out loud, and to share stuff on my social networks about k-pop. And you know what? I LOVE IT. And fuck those haters. I will never be afraid of this again. Never.