Why can't you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom? The p is silent.
A jumper cable walked into a bar. The bartender says: "I'll serve you, but don't start anything!"
I still remember the last words my grandpa said before he kicked the bucket... he said: "Hey, how far do you think I can kick this bucket?"
What's red and smells like blue paint? Red paint.
A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm. He says: "A beer please, and one for the road!"
Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love, and got married. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was incredible!
De ja moo: the feeling that you've heard this bull before.
A priest, a rabbi, and Muslim cleric walk into a bar. The cleric, having abstained from alcohol due to religious restrictions, does not drink, and his friends decide to do the same. They spend the night laughing and having a good time.
A horse walked into a bar. Several people got up and left as they sensed the potential danger of the situation.
What do you call a black man on the moon? An astronaut.
Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this taste funny to you?"
What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.
how about that laf outline you mentioned a while back? really want to see how you plot your stories
Right! Okay, so this is a direct copy-pasta of my LaF notes, unedited.
It’s my rough outline of how things would go, wasn’t completed all at once, notes got added as I progressed. It’s not all my notes, but the main progression that I followed when writing.
You can see how some things got shuffled around or deleted, how lines of dialogue got cut or changed, and how vague ideas developed into the final product.
Hope it’s good for a laugh and some insight!
Like a Fairytale, Lucy’s Plot Notes:
-Yuuri’s family/bakery always makes the sweets for the palace’s parties, have been doing that for years
-Yuuri sees Victor one time from a distance when he’s young and falls in love/thinks he’s really pretty, always tries to get glimpses of him at any public appearances, but never goes to the palace when his family makes the deliveries because he’s too nervous about possibly meeting the prince. Everyone’s like, geez Yuuri, get your shit together and go get some but nope
-This year, something happens, his parents can’t go (idk what) so Yuuri steps up and is like “fine, w/e, i can do this, get in and get out, no big deal, he’ll never be in the kitchen anyway” haaaaaaaa, yeah right
-bumps into Victor (literally?), panics, maybe someone gives him some champagne or something to calm his nerves, maybe one too many, we all know how that goes
-drunk dances with the prince? lol. no stripper poles though
-gets dragged out by someone later, doesn’t remember much, doesn’t even leave a slipper
(maybe just knows he got drunk and thus is terrified)
-meanwhile victor the prince is mad bored of the palace parties but deals with them cause it means getting some of bomb sweets that always get brought in
(angry baby bro yurio popping in on occasion to make snarky comments)
-maybe tries sneaking down to the kitchens to see if he can steal some sweets, bumps into a cute sweet lil japanese boy who totally freaks out but aww isn’t that adorable
-oh look cute sweet lil japanese boy is drunk and way too fun and suddenly the party is fantastic and the prince is in love but then the cute japanese boy is gone and all he knows is that he was in the kitchens with the sweets so maybe someone at the bakery will know who he is?
-victor goes to bakery to find out, yuuri terrified, begs someone else working with him not to tell the prince that he was there cause he thinks he’s going to be in trouble
-“no, we don’t know any cute lil adorable japanese boy, sorry, can’t help you” aka sad prince victor
-victor asks other people who were at the party (could be some sort of annual truce-between-kingdoms party so I have an excuse for the other international characters??) but no one seems to know who it was that was the life of the party, aka more sad prince victor
-victor decides to have another party, opens some invitations to people living in the capital, hoping by having it he can find his crush or else find out if any of the common folk know who he is
-yuuri refuses to go despite all his friends/family being all “dude seriously”
- cue fairy godmother phichit: “bitch plz you are fucking going, I haven’t worked this hard whispering magic suggestions into people’s ears to make this happen for you to chicken out now” [mila - champagne? victor - swan?]
-phichit has textbook, new at job, keeps glancing at notes to help
-phichit blows glitter/fairy dust in yuuri’s face at the last moment “what’s that?” “confidence!” “…confidence is glitter?” “don’t question how magic works”
-yuuri goes, everything is beautiful?
(forgets invitation, almost gets turned away, gets saved by yurio?)
-midnight, in garden? Victor traces Yuuri’s lip with thumb, leans down to kiss, yuuri hears bells chimes, nerves erupt, “I can’t” runs off-
-magic wears off midnight cause phichit is new, on probation? “actually says here that it would have lasted if you kissed him before midnight but that wouldn’t have made a difference— what’s that face. Oh my god. Would it? Did you almost kiss him?! Wtf, for realz?!!!! awww fuck”
-Yuuri: why are you doing this?
-“part of my initiation. I gotta help a couple fall in love, but I shot off my mouth and said I could do it with my eyes closed so I got the prince.. but then I found you, yuuri~! He’s so in love with your sweets and you’re so in love with him and it was perfect!”
-victor comes to bakery – that’s twice you’ve run out on me!
-drags yuuri to palace, shows him gardens, asks him what he wants to do -horses, paint, dance, music, games, tease yurio?
-yuuri says he wants to cook, hasn’t eaten anything all morning
-victor showers bakery with gifts, yuuri returns everything but marble statute to cut into slab for baking, turns down invitations to go to palace so victor shows up, refuses to leave until yuuri spends time with him
-takes victor out to make deliveries, some people who are older and can’t get around as well on their own (victor notices yuuri slips extra treats to each one)
-victor notices some part of road is damaged, buildings worn out, asks why they aren’t fixed/who is responsible, yuuri tries to avoid answering the question “actually you are”
-yuuri bakes with yurio, shows him how to make zephyrs, then makes something with victor
-victor and yuuri in the gardens, victor makes him a flower crown
(what color do you like – blue. What flowers – cliché but roses.. they smell like raspberries and they’re the first decorations I learned to make from icing so… )
-victor makes blue roses out of ink in prep
–yuuri makes him small hairpiece out of sakura “if I had more time I’d make you an entire crown”
-victor makes him sit, promise not to look or move, goes to make blue rose crow, wears then presents to yuuri, who worries
-“you’re a prince, you’re the prince, I’m nowhere close to that, I don’t have a title or any sorts to offer you, I’m just a baker…”
-“you want a title? Fine, I can give you a title, which do you want? A lord, a duke? A marquis?”
-yuuri pauses, then laughs… is it really that easy?
-….. well, yes. It doesn’t matter if you’re a baker, my mother was a ballet dancer…
-dance together at some festival/party in town
(alex rybak’s into a fantasy music)
-victor disappears for a week, then shows up with baskets full of lemons/maple (or whatever ingredient)
-“what else?” (to fix) ….“…the ports?” “the ports? They’re fine!” “…the ones you and the navy uses are fine, ours are a bit worn” “done” “it’d be nice to have a second bridge on the river, closer to city’s border” “done”
-“what else can I do?” “….you could kiss me.”
-ending? proposal? in garden??
“yuuri… not just for tonight, but forever… will you be my prince?”
-(Yuuri smiled. Beautiful and breathtaking and all that Victor ever wanted. And then…
Yuuri didn’t hesitate to take his hand.)
(Obviously, the ending in particular went a bit differently, ahaha)
What they smell like: Lance smells like roses and I’m positive about that. He prides himself in smelling fresh and sweet!!
How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Lance is the most undisturbed sleeper you’re ever gonna come across. He will not let anything get in the way of his beauty rest and needs at least 8 hours to feel fully rested. Sweet boy…bless.
What music they enjoy: Anything he can dance to. Literally anything that’s somewhat upbeat. He will always be ready to jump up and boogie with whoever is around too, whether they initially want to or not and it’s contagious
How much time they spend getting ready every morning: This isn’t even a headcanon tbh, we already sort of know this about him ghfdsghf
Their favorite thing to collect: ahhhhh postcards! He has so many back home of places he’s gone on vacation to with his family. He loves keeping those memories even if it’s just cardboard, ya know? It’s worth it to look back on it all
Left or right-handed: Right handed!
Religion (if any): Idk omggg
Favorite sport: Swimming, he was on the swim team in school and absolutely adores being in water. He’s like a mermaid, honestly.
Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): FOOD. He’s always up for trying anything new that looks yummy and edible. He will always judge how good a place is based on their pancakes, too. Gotta be juuuust perfect.
Favorite kind of weather: RAIN. He will sit outside under some cover and just daydream in it and watch nature around him and he feel so cozy.
A weird/obscure fear they have: I think we know what his fear really is…
The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Rifle game, tbh. Sort of obvious why
Summary: You are stuck in a mountain where the people there wanted to kill you for their own benefit. With Bellamy and Clarke missing, someone had to take charge. While worrying about Bellamy and the other missing delinquents, you somehow became one of the leaders of the remaining hundred.
Word Count: 1744
The Earth was always such a mystery, and like every child in space, Earth seemed so beautiful. Your every wish on every star was to find out what the Earth was like. How did grass smell like? How blue was the sky? How tall were the trees?
You wished to take back every wish you ever made or thought of. The Earth was beautiful. But seeing the beauty was nothing compared to the peril you had to experience, the stress you burdened, and the friends you lost.
The people who housed the hundred in the mountain were not as perfect as they seemed. They were draining blood from Grounders, and soon enough, they’d drain the hundred.
“We need to get out of here,” you told everyone. “Pack your bags. Hurry up!” You shoved a bit of food in your small bag before hoisting it over your shoulder. A boy came up to you. “What’s going on?”
“This mountain isn’t safe. We need to leave,” you explained. You addressed the entire group. “Come on! Before they change their minds!”
Alarms rang through the air and banged against your head.
You whipped around. The doors were closing. “No!” The worry erupted in you and boosted you towards the closing doors. “No!” Just as your fingers grazed the unforgiving metal, the doors shut. You hit the door with your fists. “Hey! You said we could leave! Let us out!” Panic flooded your veins. You pounded the doors. Pain radiated from your knuckles.
Then, you saw Maya. She could help. Why was she with a soldier? Was this her doing? Is that why she was so close to Jasper?
The soldier looked up.
You stopped. “Bellamy?” you whispered. He was alive! He was so close. You were so close! If only that stupid door wasn’t there.
His eyes widened. His lips formed your name. He stepped forward, but Maya kept him from doing so. Bellamy clenched his jaw. “Fight,” he mouthed.
It had been hours since you and the others had been locked in the mountain. You held a metal fork and hid it beneath your sleeve. It wasn’t much, but it was needed. “How can you be so sure?” Harper asked you.
“I told you,” you responded, “I saw Bellamy. He’s going to get us out of here.”
“What if he’s caught?”
Monty added, “He might be, (Y/n). None of us… We’re not invincible.”
You gulped. “If he’s not… here, then I’ll do something. We’ll all do something. We are not dying in a mountain.”
The doors opened. You stepped to the front, wanting to see what would happen. You knew you had to protect as many people as you could.
Dr. Tsing arrived with guards and guns. She looked at you. Then, she looked at the person beside you, a boy named Aster. Dr. Tsing pointed him. “Take him.”
You stood in front of him. “President Wallace said we could leave,” you sneered.
“Yes, but he’s not in power anymore.”
You held the boy’s arm. “Please.”
A guard ripped the boy away from you.
You can’t do this. No!” you screeched. “Hey! Give him back!” A guard shoved you into another guard. He held your arms behind your back and tightened his grip. “What about this one?” he asked in a gruff voice. The soldier crushed your wrists in his hands. Then, he felt the fork. He scoffed.
You struggled against him. You kept your eyes on Aster. “Aster!” You wiggled and fought and screamed.
“I hope you know you’re all incredibly special to us.” Dr. Tsing’s chilling voice shook you. You stopped. You took a breath. Through your hair, you saw Aster being dragged out. You dropped to the floor, limp and drained of energy.
The guard had let go of you.
You touched your wrists. You flinched as pain bubbled at the blue marks. Your fork, your only weapon, was gone.
Harper helped you up and on a bed. “We need a plan,” you muttered. “We create a human barrier then. Next time they come, we stay together.”
“We link up,” Jasper suggested. “Link arms and fight.”
It didn’t work. The guards broke through. One pinned you to the wall. Right by the wrists. You screamed. “You already destroyed my wrists,” you breathed out.
The guard released your wrists and went to your arms.
You blinked. Then, you smirked. “Bell?” you whispered.
“They’re killing them, (Y/n). You have to fight harder than this. Here.” Bellamy pressed something cold into your hands.
You inhaled sharply, your wrists crying out in pain. You pocketed the gun.
Bellamy whispered, “Get everyone ready.”
“You have a plan?”
“Working on it.”
You gulped. “The president. He’s the only one that might be on our side.”
“Hey!” A guard interrupted you two. “Everything ok?”
“Yes, sir,” Bellamy responded. He squeezed your hand softly before letting go.
You closed your eyes. Bellamy was alive. He was ok. One of your friends was safe. You breathed in and out. The others, you had to take care of.
You reached for the gun in your pocket.
Pain pricked your wrists. It would have to do.
“Take apart the beds.” You walked around. “Take out the nails by hand and use them. Next time, they’re walking into a fight.”
Four hours later and no one had come through that door.
“What’s taking Bellamy so long?” Monty asked.
“I don’t know,” Jasper admitted.
You stood up and held your wrists above your head. “He’ll come.”
Monty was still doubtful. Harper was doubtful. Everyone was.
“Hey!” you shouted. “Stop thinking like that! Wallowing in worry won’t do any of us any good. Fight. Stay safe.”
Jasper nodded. “She’s right. Stick to the plan. They are not taking anyone else without a fight.”
The doors swung open. You linked arms with Harper and Jasper. You rooted your feet to the ground. You focused on your anger on the doctor and soldiers marching towards you. Dr. Tsing scanned the room. She pointed at Harper. “This one’s ready.”
Harper whimpered, and guards took action.
The pain from your wrists didn’t matter. “Hey!” You pulled out the gun and shot a soldier square in the chest.
After that, chaos ensued. The hundred fought as hard as they could. But, guns against bedposts… It was inevitable.
You were sprawled on the floor. Your muscles ached. Sharp agony pinched your wrists, gut, and legs. A blurry image of Dr. Tsing appeared. “Take this one,” she said.
You barely noticed the guards picking you up and dragging you out.
That was the last thing you remembered.
“(Y/n)!” Someone shook your shoulders. Monty was in front of you.
You panicked. You sat up and pressed your wrists down on a fluffy material. You hissed and cursed at your wrists.
“Hey, it’s ok. We’re going to get out of here.”
“How? What happened?”
“We hid you well from them whenever they came. Now, we can go. Bellamy has a plan. Follow me.”
You climbed off the bunk bed and followed Monty to the trash chute. You laughed a little. “We’ve done worse.”
Monty and Miller held it open for you, and you slid through. A puff of air hit you once you fell. You were blinded for a few seconds.
Joy overtook you. “Bellamy?” You jumped from the trash bin. Bellamy stood there in uniform. He had bags under his eyes, cuts on his forehead, and a gun in his hand. Yet all light shone on him.
You lost your breath. You laughed and jumped right into his open arms.
Bellamy wrapped you up and held you close. His fingers brushed your hair. His lips pressed against your forehead.
You grasped his shirt. Your wrists screamed at you, but you didn’t care. Bellamy’s warmth and the giddiness in your gut more than made up for it.
“Wait,” Bellamy pulled away from you and gently cradled your wrists, “your wrists. I-”
“It’s fine.” You laughed and stroked his cheek. “You’re ok, right? Nothing too bad?”
Bellamy smirked. “I survived a bomb, (Y/n).”
You beamed. “I know. I know.” You sighed and kissed his forehead.
Bellamy gulped. “We need to keep going.” Bellamy and you led the rest of the hundred through the halls.
“We need to split up,” Bellamy announced.
Monty stepped forward. “No, we do this together. We survive together.”
“Bellamy’s right,” Jasper said.
Miller groaned. “They don’t trust Maya anymore. Who’s gonna help us now?”
Bellamy smirked a smirk you know too well. You smiled. “You have a plan,” you stated.
Bellamy nodded. When you turned the corner, a group of Mount Weather citizens greeted you. Bellamy explained, “These people will help us.”
Maya was in the front. “We’re gonna hide you. Not everyone here agrees with Cage. Not by a long shot.”
“Come on,” a man said. “We’ll divide you along the way.”
You grinned as the delinquents passed by you.
“You should go, too.”
You blinked. “What?” You turned to Bellamy. “No, I’m going with you.”
“No. You,” Bellamy looked to Monty and Jasper, “and you need to follow them. They still don’t know I’m here, and I need to keep it that way.” He squeezed your hand. “I’m sorry.”
You pursed your lips. “Of course. But, what are we supposed to do then?”
“Fight. Stay safe.” His voice grew rough. “There’s a war coming. Be prepared. Go.”
Monty and Jasper ran off and left you and Bellamy together.
You scoffed. “You need to let go of my hand in order for me to leave.”
“I know.” Bellamy pulled you by your waist and kissed you.
You smiled and kissed him back. You rested your hands on his chest and sighed. How was it that even though war was on the horizon and your body still ached in pain, Bellamy made those issues disappear? He made you feel lighter than air itself. And you needed that more than ever.
Bellamy pulled away. He kept a hold on your waist and kissed your forehead. “Stay alive.”
You took a deep breath. A brick settled in your stomach. You were back on Earth with all the doom and gloom on the horizon. You gulped. “You, too, Bell. I love you.”
He beamed. “I love you, too.” Quickly, he pecked your lips, let go of your hand, and disappeared.
You ran off to find the others.
Whaaattt???? Two imagines in two days???? Yeah, I’m behind in homework guys, and instead of doing that, I got inspired…. *shrugs* I will warn you… Actually I should warn you in the announcement coming up. Anyway, hope you enjoyed reading this guys! Have a beautiful day!
“Dan is just very happy doing something, like talking to Barry and he's laughing and smiling and Arin is watching him and thinks he's so beautiful and he just says fuck it and decides to tell Dan how he feels.”
Requested by Anon
Arin was sat watching Danny play
Mario Maker. He absolutely loved when Danny played the games instead of him so
he could just stare at his best friend/co-host. Arin had known for such as long
as he could remember that he was one hundred percent in love with the other
male. Arin studied his friends features closely, they were already engraved in
his mind permanently, Arin knew this for a fact from how easily he can draw Dan
but he needs a reference for anyone else that he did, he also could draw his
older friend so realistically that it even shocked himself.
“Gah! Fuck!” Danny shouted loudly,
scaring the ever-loving shit out of him, “God-fuck! Fuck this goddamn fucking
stupid goddamn game and the fucking dick-eating creator!” Danny rambled on,
shoving the controller at Arin, “If I have to play this one more fucking time I
swear to god, I will fucking fire that WiiU game pad out a fucking window.”
“Can’t be that hard.” He replied,
moving to a better position, and playing through the level quickly, not dying
“Fuck this! Fuck you! I’m done, I
am done.” Danny stomped off out of
the room, hearing a loud laugh coming from his close friend as he stormed off
to the lounge.
“Next time on Game Grumps!
Hopefully, Danny won’t leave me in the middle of recording.” Arin chuckled and
turned off the recording before going to find his flustered love, “That level
really pissed you off huh?” Arin teased softly, approaching Dan from behind,
though Danny nor Barry – Who Danny was currently talking to – heard Arin even
enter the room, due to how quiet he had been.
“Okay, okay…” Barry heaved, tears
rolling down his cheeks from laughing so hard, Danny was laying on the couch he’d
been seated on, gripping his sides still giggling like a fucking idiot, “This
one is so stupid but I love it so much…” Barry began, “Ready?” He asked,
watching the mass of curls panting on the seat close to him, all he could get
was a nod from Dan, “Alright, what smells just
like red paint buts blue?”
“What…?” Danny muttered breathlessly.
“Blue paint.” Then they were both
laughing hysterically again. Arin couldn’t help but smile and he caught himself
staring but it didn’t bother him as much as it usually did. Arin felt like he
was ready to tell the man he’d been secretly in love with for years how he
“It’s freezing in here.” Danny
mumbled, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch pilling it around him,
tucking his legs beneath him and moving closer to Arin for warmth, feeling the
boy tense beneath him.
“What are you doing, Dan? I’m-I’m
trying to concentrate.” He said awkwardly, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.
“I’m cold.” He chuckled, “Cuddle
with me, I’m gonna freeze to death.”
“Danny, n-“ He stopped, seeing the
cute bushy haired boy’s head rested comfortably on the younger’s shoulder, “Fine.”
He grumbled, “You know you’re just feeding the shippers.” He muttered softly.
“Oh well, I’m cold and you’re warm
so I don’t care.” He replied, nuzzling closer to his friend, feeling how tense
Arin now was, his muscles were tight and he was seated in an awkward position,
not his normal slouching positon, “You okay, Big Cat?”
“’M fine.” He said softly, not
saying much now.
“Is this too awkward for you? If it
is I can move.” Danny yawned, running his fingers through his long tangled
“Uh… No, it-it’s fine…” He replied,
his face now a deep crimson as he attempted to beat the level of Splatoon that
he was stuck on, now it seemed even more impossible. Danny yawned again,
stretching and rubbing his eyes with his adorable sweater clad hands, making his
co-host’s breath hitch in his throat and die, yet again as he couldn’t help
watching and falling even more in love with the older.
“Fuck, I’m tired, after this video,
since it’s like three in the morning I think we should like, stop recording for
today.” Danny murmured, pressing his face into Arin’s shoulder yet again.
“Oh, um… Yeah, sounds good.” Arin
nodded, barely talking by now and Danny noticed the odd behavior.
“Next time on Game Grumps.” Dan spoke,
shutting off the recording, “I think you should go get some sleep, dude… You’re
really out of your element.” Dan told Arin as he sat up properly, removing
himself from Arin and stretching for the millionth time. Arin ignored his
friend’s comment, pulling his knees up against his chest, burring his head
between them and letting out a frustrated groan as tears fell down his cheeks, “Arin…?”
Danny asked, hearing a heart-wrenching, pained gasp come from Arin, signaling that
he was crying, making his best friend worry immensely. Dan slid closer to Arin
again, placing an arm over the shaking boy’s shoulders.
“Dan, I really want to tell you
something but I’m scared…” His voice came out so soft that Dan could barely
“Arin! You’re my best friend! You
can tell me anything… You know that.” The taller man told Arin, confusion washing
over him. Why would Arin be scared to
tell me something? We tell each other everything!
“I-I know that, Danny but-but… This
is just something that could ruin that between us… You could hate m-me and I
couldn’t live without you Danny…” Arin
cried, “I just couldn’t…”
“Oh, man… You could never lose me,
Arin… What could possibly make me hate you, Arin? You are my best friend, and
that basically means you’re stuck with me forever.” Danny told him, getting a
frustrated groan from, Arin, “What’s wrong?”
“Just- Just…” Arin muttered not
knowing how to explain how he felt.
“Dude, you can just tell me, it’s
okay.” He encouraged.
“Danny, I like- Um… I’m… Dan, I
like guys…” Danny gave him a confused glance, “That means that I’m-I’m… I’m…
gay.” Arin breathed, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders, but an ache was
left in its place.
“I’m proud of you, Arin.” Danny hugged
his friend, “That’s fine with me… I don’t know why you would be scared to tell
me, you’re my best friend, why would that change anything?”
“Because…” Arin mumbled, giving Dan
a sorrowful smile.
“What is it?” Danny asked, placing
a hand on his friend’s knee. Arin quickly jerked his leg way.
“Because you’re only my best friend…”
Arin sighed, his head dropping to face the floor.
“Huh?” Danny asked softly.
“Danny…” Arin whispered barely able
to be heard and Danny could see tears falling from his closest friend’s cheeks
to the floor below.
“What is it, Arin… Please tell me…”
Dan begged by this point.
“I’m so in love with you it
physically hurts and I know that you could never love me back.” Arin was now
basically sobbing and Danny couldn’t help but to reach out, placing a finger under
his best friend’s chin, lifting his head and looking into the other’s big brown
eyes that were glazed over with sadness and regret, “I-I shouldn’t’ve said
anything… I’m sorry, I’ve fucked up.” Arin sighed in defeat, trying to turn
away from Danny’s gaze but Dan placed a hand on either side of his face.
“Hush.” Dan mumbled, slowly moving
his hands away and Arin turned away again.
“I can’t fucking ‘hush’, Danny, you just don’t get it.”
Arin snapped and again Dan placed a finger beneath his chin and brought his
head up to face him, this time he slid closer to Arin so their legs were
touching. Danny stared into the other, younger man’s eyes for quite a while, “What
the fuck are you doing, Dan?” Arin growled harshly and Danny moved closer,
their noses touching slightly and a small smile played at his lips as he gently
pushed his lips against Arin’s sweet mouth. The smaller male at first was
shocked and taken aback but soon he melted, leaning into the kiss, wrapping an
arm around Danny’s skinny figure, and placing the other around his shoulder and
tangling his fingers in his friend’s long messy hair. Danny pulled Arin to be
seated in his lap, holding him close as their tongues danced between their mouths.
Arin was the first to pull away, looking deep into Danny’s eyes.
“I love you, Arin.”
“I love you too, Danny.” And in
that moment, he was at bliss.
Something odd was in the air. And by odd, it meant that Blue’s room was smelling like flowers. What even? Is Blue getting into gardening too? He thought Blue was into science and hacking, but oh well. If Black can like reading about foreign languages, Blue can like flowers.
Black had made Blue some tea and he went to his brother’s room to deliver it. However, as he knocked on the door and the smell of flowers got stronger, he knew something was different. Since it seemed like Blue isn’t going to open the door - he probably fell asleep in middle of the way, again - Black opened it himself.
“Excuse me, Blue? BLUE?!” Black was greeted by a room filled with plants and flowers. Okay, he can live with flowers, Yellow is into gardening too, but this is ridiculous! What’s next? One of his siblings has a tree inside their room too?
What a lovely thing to see right before bed! Thank you so much, L, you really made me laugh XD Here’s a few jokes to add, off the time of my head <3
What can you catch but never throw? A cold
What do you call a belt made of watches? A waste of time
How do elephants hide in a strawberry patch? They paint their toenails red
Why was 6 afraid of 7? because 7 8 9
What has 6 wheels and flies? A garbage truck
Why was the tomato blushing? Because it saw the salad dressing
What is brown and sticky? A stick
What is blue and smells like red paint? Blue paint
Did you hear about the kidnapping in school? Don’t worry, he woke up
What’s a cat’s favorite color? Purrrpule
What’s a ghost’s favorite ice cream flavor? Cookies and scream
Which cheese is the most holy? Swiss
And I’ll end off with my favorite joke series under the cut. Warning, it’s kind of dark humor. just in case you don’t like that stuff >///<;; Thanks again for the punny ask, I had a Skele-ton of fun with it :D
“It looks positively gorgeous, Phinny! I almost feel guilty about eating it,” he said with a chortle. “Oh! I have something you might find interesting…” He gestured for Phineas to follow him into the kitchen.
“I’ve been experimenting with making various teas and punches using my multicolored roses…” He picked up a cup from the counter and proudly tilted it for Phineas to look into. The sweet smelling liquid within was dark blue with what looked like tiny white stars twinkling in it.
“I call it Star Crossed Lovers tea, just like the roses I grew. We could probably do similar tricks using it as dye for baked treats.”
Deep within the acid belly of the Underground lies those who no longer recall the smell of fresh air, who could never recall what “blue” looks like. Rain is a myth. Clouds are black and dry–stealing air from lungs and replacing them with the burning start of flames that consume, consume… and give off nothing but death in return.
Those who live only know survival is fair game. Death is the only order that stands above.
It is here that she meets him. Her arms chained down to the wrists, and a tracker lodged in the metal choker around her neck. She hides the shackles fairly well; beneath black fishnets, a mass of black Ironworks that could pass for jewelry, and a long black cloak that covers her from head to toe.
Levi greets his “client” with a stare that gleams down at her through a sharp nose and a lit cigarette caught between the damp parts of his lips. He’s openly impressed, yet she couldn’t discern that emotion from all the ones churning in his eyes even if he wanted to.
He could smell blood in her clothes, note the half-dead emptiness in her eyes and know immediately that she’s one of the Strong.
title: amarantine (love is always love) word count: ~5100 summary: She wasn’t sure if this was some elaborate curse, or if this was real, actual Back-to-the-Future-I-have-to-get-my-parents-together back in time.
If it was a curse, Killian was here somewhere, and she could remind him who she was and he would actually be at her side to help her and support her… she wouldn’t have to try and prop herself up on a bad imitation of his voice.
If she really was back in time, he was still in Neverland, and completely out of her reach.
It had to be a curse.
a/n: i do not know why i did this. i have so much homework and studying to do that it makes me recoil in horror and instead of chipping away at any of it or cleaning the house or doing anything, i wrote a 5100-word sappy romantic fanfiction.
i highly doubt they’re actually going to go in this direction but i wanted it, and i wanted to write it before it got irrevocably jossed by the next episode, so.
Even Emma could admit that it was kind of… really pathetic.
But she’d been dropped down into the past – she wasn’t even entirely sure when – completely alone and apparently she was the one who had to fix it because she was always the one who had to fix it but she had no idea what to do or where to start or where she was or how to survive like this and… and she couldn’t do this alone.
So she’d sort of started to imagine him walking beside her, making comments or suggestions, and always, always, always supporting her, always saying the opposite of whatever her fear and self-loathing were muttering in the back of her head (you can’t do this, you are so far out of your depth, what if you’re just a madwoman and there is no such place as Storybrooke?).
Of course, if he had really been here, he probably could have come up with something better than you can do this, love, and his accent probably would have been more believable.
It had only been two weeks since she was in Storybrooke, but his voice was already slipping away.