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A Month of Spook - (17/31)

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Originally posted by acciosugas

anonymous asked:

Stop being a fucking pissbaby and just post the content. Your blackout is completely illogical and counter-productive - people who repost stuff will continue reposting, since they don't care. While those that care about reblogs, will not reblog, because you won't post art for two weeks. Brilliant strategy. it's the typical tumblr mindset: "I want to change the world. I know, I will sign a bullshit petition!". God, you are stupid.

….oh man, this is about to become very embarrassing for you. 

first of all, i’m not even participating in the blackout nor am i organizing it so i don’t even know why the hell you’re coming to me with this. if you’ll notice i’m still reblogging art and still posting writing. which tells me that what you’re doing is going through the tag, finding anyone who’s posted about the blackout, and sending them useless asks because it’s how you get your rocks off. because apparently a harmless tumblr protest upsets you so fucking much that you have to go and insult people over it. you must have a lot of time on your hands. 

if you don’t like the protest, don’t participate in it. if you think it’s not going to do any good, fine. don’t participate in it. i don’t understand why you’re so angry about people participating in a protest that doesn’t affect you. the fact that you are angry shows me that you’re entitled. either you’re a content creator who thinks that you’re entitled to the notes that the people currently protesting aren’t going to give you for two lousy weeks (which, grow up) or you’re a consumer who thinks you’re entitled to the fanart and fanfiction that people on this site post for fucking free that you will be without for two lousy weeks (which, again, grow up). there are plenty of users not participating who are still posting and still reblogging, so the fact that you feel the need to send messages like this to complain about people who are protesting for personal reasons is about the most childish thing i’ve seen all week. 

and here’s another tip, hot off the press. since you’re apparently so offended by a harmless protest that doesn’t affect you, why don’t you do something that you do think will help with art theft instead of insulting people about this protest. why don’t you spread information about proper etiquette around reposting? why don’t you hold an event where people can report any stolen art they see? why don’t you write up guides for new artists/writers who don’t know how to report their stolen content?

bet that didn’t occur to you. because you’re too busy complaining about what other people are doing rather than trying to do something positive for once. because you don’t really care about art theft and you don’t really care about remedying it. you just want an excuse to insult people on anon for doing something that you don’t particularly care for. again, that is childish, entitled, rude, and proof that you really must have a lot of time on your hands. 

please entertain yourself with something else. and if i see you in my inbox again, i’m blocking and reporting your ass. 

Lego Batman

So before I say what I think about Lego Batman, I wanna be a sap for a moment and say that I, a stranger on the internet, made a simple post of saying I’m gonna watch this and it’s just heartwarming to see a bunch of people come up and like cheer me on and are excited for me to see it??? I mean?? You’re all more excited than I was lmao. You guys are the best for real.

ANYWAY, if I have to be honest, I rly initially thought it’d just be a lol movie with a ton of references and brilliant jokes but the plot actually holds up srsly damn. But now I get why that Alfred father’s day post got tagged “Lego Batman” so much cuz HOLY BATCOW HE’S LITERALLY GRAND BATDAD IN A 60s BATSUIT I AM WEEPING. PARENTAL LOCK. EVERYTHING.

ALSO!! DICK IS THE PUREST THING. I AM!! SO SO HAPPY!! My blossoming lil ray of sunshine! My innocent acrobatic darling! He’s excited about having 2 dads, and he also calls Alfred Grandpa!!!! aaaAAAAAA

There’s so much I wanna cry over like Batman and Joker’s….. ship. And Barbara’s badass-ness (I even had her sign a balloon on that father’s art lol). Also the robot? I forgot its name, is so cool being able to hang on and climb onto things like an actual bat.

Truly the best Batfam movie.

anonymous asked:

Please tell me you have parent klance hcs (or team voltron with kids in general)

oh bicth get ur body ready

  • After the war is over and they return home, in a few years time things on Earth have changed, aliens have integrated with earth’s population and shit so it’s not too uncommon to find refugees and all that jazz.
    • Lance goes home to his family and they say he has a new niece and he’s all excited to meet her because!!!!! a new girl!!!!! a new family member he can spoil!!!!!! and love!!!!!!!
    • He meets her and finds out she’s adopted and a mixed galra and very shy around everyone (She stands out in a room of humans ofc)
    • He calls Keith to come over since he’s half galra.
    • Keith at first is all like “Shit fuck what the fuck do I do?!?!?!?!?!”
    • An hour later him and Lance’s niece are sleeping together with her laid up snug on his chest with his arms wrapped around her to keep her from falling.
  • Keith would spoil the fuck out of his kids okay, don’t even try to tell me otherwise.
    • Shiro: Ok let me get this straight-
    • Lance: Sounds fake but okay
    • Shiro: Lance no.
    • Shiro: So your daughter wants to ride in a ship, a certain specific ship, so you steal it for her and now that ship is next to the house just for her?
    • Keith: Yes that about sums it up
    • Shiro: She’s three Keith
    • Keith: She’ll grow into it
    • Shiro: Oh my god that’s not the poi- Lance aren’t you going to say anything???
    • Lance: Well I mean, he’s not wrong.
    • Shiro: Oh my god I’m too old for this
  • Ready to kill someone if they ever laid a hand on a child? It’s more likely than you think
    • Lance: Keith where are you going?
    • Keith, hand on the doorknob and dressed to go out: …nowhere
    • Lance: Keith?
    • Keith: Vadna’s friend came over today and she had bruises, she said she fell but I know she didn’t. She look scared Lance.
    • Lance: I’ll call Hunk and ask if he can watch Vadna for a bit, let me get my jacket.
    • Keith: Bu-
    • Lance: No buts, I’m kicking their ass with you.
    • And that’s how they got their second daughter
  • Keith has no idea how to talk to kids but with his daughters it’s really easy?
    • They both picked on using the word dude in their vocabulary more often so it’s kinda just whole conversations with dude.
    • Keith also finds out you just compliment kids on stuff they show you they get really happy??? He loves seeing them both smile????? So much????
    • Keith: Hey Lance…I think I’d kill multiple men each to se eour daughters smile.
    • Lance: That’s really nice but please don’t
    • Keith: Why not?
    • Lance: Because if you’re in prison I’m going to have to listen to sad “dudes” for months and maybe even years and I am not emotionally equipped to handle that.
    • Keith: …That implies I’ll get caught
    • Lance, thoughtfully: …That’s true

after much deliberation i left my apartment yesterday and while i was on the train downtown i thought someone was staring at me. it’s NYC so people are weird and i didn’t pay it much mind until i got a tweet from the girl, who not only recognized me but took a photo of me walking through the train station and texted it to her sister for identity confirmation. i don’t know how to respond to that. i can’t say “holy shit how fucking bizarre” because that would hurt people’s feelings, but i also really don’t understand anything about why that happened. why didn’t she just ask me on the train? why not take the creepy picture and send it to your sister without tagging me? am i bitch for caring? 

i was at a party that evening when a stranger walked right up to me and asked why I hate Tasha so much. I said “who the fuck is Tasha?” while mentally preparing to fight over some bitch I couldn’t even recall until he told me he listens to Insecuritea. i don’t know when I’m going to get used to that. i just be in my own world, partying and having a good time, and then someone walks up outta nowhere and it’s time to be On. a girl asked for a picture while i was in the middle of eating, my hair soaked from a sudden downpour and eyeliner running all over the place. i looked like a drowned guinea pig so i said no and then wondered for the rest of the night if she was gonna be mad at me forever for that. i don’t know how to get over that feeling. 

it’s not that i’m not grateful for every person who supports the projects i work on… it’s that these interactions are awkward as fuck and as someone who lives inside her own head all the time i struggle with how to deal. 

“get over it or quit” i know. 

Dear fellow Shance shippers

First and foremost, I love you all so much. the fan art is absolutely beautiful, as well as the wonderful stories and headcanons that you all share. I love our fandom so much. You are all so talented and so very kind.

But I can’t help but feel terrible because of how underrated this wonderful ship is. It honestly hurts to think about. The whole fandom knows that Klance is “the favorite”, as Tyler Labine said in one of the panels, or whatever. And Sheith is the second most favorite… I am personally so tired of seeing those two while I scroll through the Voltron tag.

I am also tired from Klance and Sheith shippers asking why we ship Shance since “they don’t even interact much in the show.” Maybe so, but so what? The whole concept of Lance looking up to his hero is something I find very intriguing and just very significant, and I want to know more about why he says so. Also in the first episode of season one, when they shook hands Shiro said, “Lance, right?” Did anyone ever stop and think, “Wait, how did he remember Lance’s name when Pidge introduced “himself” (at the time) and Hunk to Shiro?“

Shipping Shance is honestly such a struggle because all we can do is hope that they can interact some more in upcoming seasons. I know it sounds like I’m complaining, but really, if they could just interact some more, I would be so freaking happy. Just give me some new content. Let Shiro witness a more serious side of Lance, and praise him for it.

Lance is a very insecure person, as we all know, but if Shiro gave him the slightest bit of encouragement, he would feel more determined and ready to accomplish anything. I have a headcanon that Lance goes to Shiro to talk about whatever concerns he has, whether it’s about missing his family or not feeling important to the team, Shiro knows what to say. And in the episode “Crystal Venom” from season one, Lance was very concerned for Shiro spacing out for a moment before he left to help Coran clean the cryopods. And let us not forget about that iconic episode in season one when Shiro was tending to an unconscious Lance and placed him gently to the side as he was soon facing Sendak to fight him hand-to-hand before Haxus made Shiro submit when he revealed that Lance was within his grasp. Shiro’s worried expression says it all.

They really care about each other. Yes, they may not interact very much, but it’s the little things; their actions. Their facial expressions.

All I’m saying is, Shance deserves a chance.

the signs as iconic markhyuck quotes
  • aries: "we have a fantasy-like relationship"
  • taurus: "haechan-ah, isn't that my shirt?"
  • gemini: "mark hyung, you should be glad we're not the same age~"
  • cancer: "honestly haechan treats me well"
  • leo: "mark hyung has this really cute face"
  • virgo: "i want to be haechan for a day. he always exceeds my upmost imagination"
  • libra: "he [haechan] is always following me!"
  • scorpio: "i, haechan, thought 'is he really older than me?' when mark hyung couldn't even cook rice"
  • sagittarius: "i want to receive a kiss from mark hyung!"
  • capricon: "i've been to a lot of places before, but i've never met anyone like haechan"
  • aquarius: "insects are insects, but i'm actually scared of humans. especially haechan"
  • pisces: "you [mark] like me too much!"

concept: andrew lloyd webber and susan kay get together and contact gaston leroux via oujia board. alw drags michael crawford along and he’s just like “why have you brought me here” and “i haven’t even read the book why am i here” and alw’s like “it’s ok i didn’t really read the book either.” michael crawford decides to bring sarah brightman too because he needs emotional support and alw doesn’t talk as much around sarah and that’s nice. 

not to sound like an old lady but I remember……

  • back when there weren’t hacks and we all had to duplicate crap with that turn-off-your-wifi-when-the-session-is-ending-at-the-exact-right-moment
  • when clover paths blew up in popularity and we all shared the same pain of having to dupe for hours and hours to fill our towns with clovers and WHOA I FOUND A FOUR LEAF CLOVER I WONDER IF THAT MAKES ME LUCKY
  • I remember when all the drama was on acnlconfessions and about 50% of it was furries
  • that infamous club tortimer troll guy who made me cry that one time and wow that was so stupid omg
  • “why is marshal so popularrrrr I only liek the UGLY villagersss” - about 30% of submissions to confession blogs
  • when I sold marshal to someone for 40 million bells omg
  • beetle farming for hours and hours to pay off them loans because once again NO HACKS
  • kind souls posting their high turnip prices and letting people come to their towns to sell, those people saved my life
  • the great pastel vs. forest towns debate (is that still a thing?)
  • when the sloppy set was a Huge Deal and now I never see it??
  • north tbh, I miss it
  • dream suite: “is that a bra rack”
  • debates about whether or not tom nook is really evil
  • discovering that you could put ur kk music on shuffle = mind blown
  • the excitement of discovering various new features in acnl for the first time- gem rocks, the clam shell music boxes, bamboo!! amazing!!
  • the term “dreamies” I rarely see it anymore and I am grateful for that
  • and also why did everyone hate jambette so much
  • plot resetting for HOURS
  • WHO REALLY IS ZIPPER T BUNNY??
  • when everyone posted jumping-in-puddle pics
  • “don’t ever wear a crown to club tortimer”
  • villagers vs. pets tag (’: 

maaaan those were simpler times maaaan

Mistakes

Bucky x Reader

Summary: The risk I took was calculated but man, am I bad at math.

Warnings: angst…like to the max, character death, risking your life, all that fun stuff

Word Count: 1.3k (this is deadass the shortest thing i’ve ever written and it’s still over 1k lmao why am i like this)

Author’s Note: hi hello! guess who’s back and as angsty as ever! this is something that again was floating in my inspo tag and i can’t find the post rn but it is there so when it’s not midnight i’ll go digging through and tag it. ya’ll probably recognize the quote because it’s been through tumblr i don’t even know how many times? but i literally banged this out in like two hours so ??? idk???? anyways, feedback is always welcome (please do i love hearing what all of you have to say) and can i just say thank you so much for all of your lovely responses to Will You Stay? like, they were so beautiful they made my entire life like????? i love all of you so fucking much ???? i can’t even describe it????? anyways enough of my endless question marks, hope you enjoy!!!!


Originally posted by sxy-seabass


The first time, isn’t the last time.

The first time you risk your life it’s for a puppy. Small, golden, scrappy little thing. It’s caught in the middle of the road, yelping every time a car whips by. It’s flat on the ground, trying to make itself small as possible but at the same time sticking out against the pitch black tar. You sigh and drop your coffee into the trash before you run out in the middle of traffic and scoop the dog up before crossing to the other side.

“You’re an idiot,” he grumbles as he stares at the trembling mass of fur. You pout and say you’re sorry before you offer him the reason you nearly got flattened by an eighteen wheeler. He pretends to be angry until about five minutes later when the puppy is licking at his face.

He isn’t angry anymore, especially two weeks later when the puppy has become a permanent fixture in your home.


The second time, isn’t the last time.

The second time you risk your life is on vacation in the Bahamas. A little girl gets caught in the rip tide. Her arms flail as she cries for help but is drowned by the waves. Everyone watches but no one acts. You glance at the life guards who glance at the waves apprehensively before you roll your eyes and dive in. It takes you a while but luckily you’re a strong swimmer and within minutes she’s in your arms and safely on shore.

“You’re crazy,” he mutters as he rubs your back while you cough up salt water but his eyes shine with an emotion more powerful than you have ever seen. It only seems to grow when the little girl runs up to you and hugs you, thanking you for saving her life.


The third time, isn’t the last time.

The third time you risk your life is on a mission in Johannesburg. HYDRA had hit a biotech company and managed to steal information to a bomb that could level a small country. They climb into a helicopter and are about to get away and against Steve’s orders you jump and hang onto the runner of the helicopter. You hang on for dear life until you touch down. Your arms ache but you fight until you can’t feel anything anymore. But you have the files.

It takes them two days to find you. When they do they find you collapsed in an alleyway, dehydrated and living off of scraps from the nearby flea market.

“You’re so stupid,” he shakes his head. He’s angry but he holds your head up as you drink and brushes your hair until you fall asleep on his chest.


The fourth time, isn’t the last time.

The fourth time you risk your life is in the middle of a blizzard. It’s two in the morning and the wind is howling but when your phone rings you answer within seconds. The line is silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. He doesn’t say anything but you already know as you tie on boots and don your heaviest coat.

It takes you an hour to get to him. But you do. You’re pretty sure your car isn’t even parked properly and you’re not sure if you’re on the road or on the sidewalk but it doesn’t matter. By the time you get to him he’s already half way gone. You sit with him until he comes back to you. You sit with him until his eyes are clear and his breathing is normal. You sit with him until he’s yours again.

“You’re a moron,” he growls once his eyes look outside at the storm raging. You wonder if it was worth it but you smile anyway because you don’t care.


The fifth time, isn’t the last time.

The fifth time you risk your life it’s after two months of being locked in a basement. You have bruises on top of bruises, you bleed from different places every day and you can’t remember the last time you’ve had a proper meal. They pull you out every day and tie you to a chair. They spit in your face, they hit, they bite, they scratch, they punch, they shock, they twist, they break. You beg, you scream, you cry. But you don’t give them what they want. They want him but you can’t give them that. He’s everything to you and meaningless to them.

One day you’re bleeding so bad everything is tainted red and you can’t feel part of your face and can’t hear out of one ear. When you feel hands on you, you immediately start to tense and fight but relax when you hear his voice.

“It’s just me, it’s just me идиот,” he soothes you softly as his metal hand trembles while breaking your bonds. You fall into him and can’t find it in you to cry or make a sound. And you wonder if maybe this time, maybe this time it was worth it.


The first time, is your last time.

You risk your life for him and you don’t even think. You see him in danger, you see everyone in danger. But when you see him, when you hear the metal whir breaking through the clamor around you, you don’t think. You hear nothing else. You look at the five midnight black barrels of the machine guns facing him, glinting harshly and you just go. You think you can make it. If you just take that extra step, lose that extra second, you can make it. You two can make it out, together.

But you were always bad at math.

For the second you push him down you know you miscalculated. You don’t hear the shots but you feel them, ripping and tearing through flesh and bone. You feel the blood seep into the concrete floor. But you don’t hear the strangled sob from behind you and you don’t hear the hoarse shot. You don’t hear the bodies drop around you; you don’t hear the knife splitting through Kevlar and skin.

Yet you feel his hands on your face, your chest, your stomach. You feel him fumbling for a solution. He’s whispering fast in Russian, his skin flushed a shade of pink you’ve never seen before. It’s beautiful, really.

“You…you, you stupid, crazy, idiotic, moron,” he shouts with tears in his eyes. His bottom lip trembles and you reach to soothe it. Blood smears against the soft bristles that surround his mouth but neither of you really notice. “How could you do this? How…why, why would you ever you–”

“You’re alive,” your voice is hoarse and choked and filling with something you’re not sure of. It doesn’t even sound like you but he looks at you as if you were the only thing he heard. You think he says something else but the look on his face means he understands exactly what you’re saying.

He’s breathing heavy now. You can feel it in gentle puffs against your face. He’s shaking his head as he stares at you. He keeps shaking his head until his hair forms a dark curtain around his shimmering eyes. “No,” he whispers. “Not without you, not…please–”

You shake your head in response. “You’re alive,” you whisper as darkness begins to creep into your vision. “You’re alive.”

The weight of what you’re saying seems to settle onto his skin and into his bones because he’s looking at you with disbelief and wonder and fear and an ancient sadness that you feel deep in your chest. He presses his lips to your face and a wetness leaks onto your skin and seems to slide right off. “Not without you. я люблю тебя. Not without you.”

You clutch his hand and feel the black begin to spot his face, turning him gray. “You’re alive,” you say finally before your head drops into his metal palm.

Your first time, is your last time.

But God is it worth it.


Translations:

идиот

idiot

я люблю тебя

I love you

Ok listen up.

I have supported Got7 since they were JJ Project, so let me just say one thing on this Jackson wearing dreads situation:

I do not give a crap about what’s going on.

CHOI YOUNGJAE IS NOT YOUR BACKUP. HE IS NOT YOUR DAMN SCAPEGOAT, FOR YOU TO LOVE ONLY WHEN SHIT HITS THE FAN WITH ANOTHER MEMBER.

I’m am so SICK and TIRED of people only acknowledging YJ whenever another member messes up. I’ve literally seen people who are hardcore Jackson stans, in the past 24hrs change their tune and talk about “Youngjae is so pure, this is why I stan him”, posting pictures of YJ on their blogs with the tag ’#bias’ ….

um no bitch stop lying.

You didn’t even look in YJ’s direction until some stuff happened with Jackson, so don’t even try that. This same thing happened when JB messed up & when Bam did.. people started jumping on the YJ bandwagon saying how much they loved him, when they never spoke about him before.

YJ deserves love regardless of what other members are doing. He is his own person. Yes, of course he is talented, beautiful, funny and i’m glad you want to tell everyone that.. But if you’re gonna ignore him 99% of the time, and only gonna do it when your bias is doing stupid shit, then you might aswell not do it.

It’s getting on my nerves, forreal. If you’re one of these people that do this then you are the lowest, seriously. YJ is too good for you. He wouldn’t even give your fake asses the time of day anyways.

@ me of you want, i really do not care.

Thirst out ✌🏾

The Lost Princess || Part 2

Summary: Two families joined kingdoms. One kingdom was falling apart while the other had unfortunate wealth that they could offer. Their oldest children became the best friends getting to know and grow up together, but after a terrible incident they didn’t get that chance anymore. (Royal AU)

Warnings: Amnesia, princess training 101

Word Count: 1,167

Pairing: Tom Holland x Princess!Reader

A/N: Okay so your going to have a “fake name” for the story. Here’s to eight away from 2,000 followers! : )

~The Lost Princess Masterlist~

~Masterlist~


“Hear ye, hear ye!” All the villagers stopped what they were doing. “Your royal highness prince Thomas has sent a message. To whom ever finds and safely returns the lost princess, miss Y/N L/N, will be rewarded with 30 thousand dollars. Every woman by the ages 19 - 20 will be given further entail on the matter. Follow every rule and answer honestly. You are to present yourself in front of the prince in three days. Get to it ladies.” The man snapped his fingers.

“The lost princess; wasn’t she the little girl that was taken?” You turned to your best friend Y/F/N.

“Yes, but did you hear what we will be rewarded!” She spoke with so much excitement.

“Will you settle down. You look like a maniac!” You shook your head at her.

“Here you are madams.” A soldier handed you both a scrolled up paper. 

“Um thank you,” You curtsied. 

“Ooh what does it say!” Y/F/N said as you unrolled the paper.

“Hold your horses!”

Dear Madam,

As you are reading this you are probably wondering why this has been given to you. A couple years ago I lost my best friend, maybe even my first love. I am on a quest in search for her. With your help I can find my princess soon. I hope you come to terms with this and agree to helping out. If you do want to help please do me a solid and answer these 6 questions with as much honesty as you can. I hope you are the one.

Sincerely,

Your royal highness Tom Stanley Holland

1. What was my favorite color on you?

2. Who always won whenever we would play tag?

3. How come Charlotte never played with us?

4. Why did you never want to go into the garden?

5. What did you refer the garden as?

6. What was our secret?

“What kind of nonsense is this?” You re-read the paper.

“You just have to answer them truthfully, Francis,” Your friend told you.

“Well how do you suppose I’ll know the answer to this one?” You motioned a finger to question 4.

“Just think of something that you will say to the prince,” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Well discuss this further on, come on we don’t want to keep my mother waiting any longer,” You grabbed her hand.

“Why do you still live with that woman?” She rolled her eyes.

“Because she’s done everything for me. I don’t know where I would be if it wasn’t for her,” You kept your gaze ahead of you.

“You’re twenty years old Francis, you’re old enough to not need your mum!” She shook her head at you.

“Well my mother needs me…” You tugged her the rest of the way to your house.


“Mother I’m home,” You called out.

“In here honey,” You followed the sound of her voice where she was cutting of some vegetables for tonight’s dinner.

“Hello Y/F/N,” She smiled kindly at her.

“Hello Ms. King,” She curtsied.

“What are you girls up to?” She nodded towards the paper.

“Princes Thomas sent out a message,” You handed over the note.

You watched as her eyes guided across every word. She was almost frowning, but quickly replaced it with a small smile.

“What kind of nonsense is this?” She laughed.

“That’s exactly what I told Y/F/N” You smiled at her.

“No daughter of mine will be presenting herself to any prince,” She shook her head while getting out some carrots.

“Yeah its ridic- wait what?” You furrowed your eyebrows, “Why not?”

“Why would you want to get your hopes of sweetie. I mean he’s a prince your just a poor village girl.” Now that stung.

“Ms. King let’s think about this,” Your friend pitched in.

“So what if I am poor. Mother I’ve been given a chance to meet the prince. So I beg of you to let me do this!” You gave her your best puppy dog eyes.

“Oh no, don’t give me those eyes, Francis!” She gave you her mom-look.

You continued staring at her. You knew she would break one way or another. It was her weakness. She’d do anything for her little girl or not so little girl anymore.

“Ugh….fine!” She groaned, “But with one condition?”

“Anything!” You leaned forward against the table.

“You don’t let royalty get to that head of your’s,” She gripped your hand tightly.

“I won’t, I promise mother.”

“Alright off you go then,” She waved you and Y/F/N off.

“Come on Francis, let’s go get our inner princesses on,” She giggled happily pulling you off to her house, which wasn’t to far from yours.


“Am I doing this right, Francis?” She tried copying you. You were working on your curtsies as it would be needed when meeting his royal highness himself. So far you got the hang of it, but as for Y/F/N not so much…

“Have you sprained your angle there, dear friend?” You furrowed your eyes in question.

“This is hard!” She whined.

“Did you think it’d be easy?”

“No, but I’d thought it would effortless,” She sighed, “How come this is natural to you?”

“I don’t know…It feels sort of natural to me I guess,” You always wondered why everything you did, you did it was such ease. You didn’t understand how you were able to do things such as carry a bucket of water on your head with any spilling, having such incredible posture, and being a great dancer. You find it very interesting but never gave it much of a thought until recently.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the ‘lost princess,” She pointed at you.

“Your ridiculous Y/F/N,” You chuckled at her theory.

“Maybe, but it would explain the posture, the delicacy of your curtsy, and your incredible dancing.”

“That’s quite the theory you have there,” You replied sarcastically, “Next thing you know I’m a mermaid.”

“I’m serious Francis, if that is the case then that would explain your mother.”

“What does my mother have to do with this?” You questioned.

“Hello, you two look nothing alike!”

“Your point is?” You placed your hands on your hips in annoyance.

“You know what never mind…That’d be almost too impossible,” She Laughed half halfheartedly.

“Sorry to ruin your hopes Y/F/N, but I’m no lost princess,” You placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah you’re right. I’m way over my head,” She shook her head.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the bourbon talking,” You giggled.

“Oh yeah huh…”


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