why are these even a thing

Forever is such a beautiful thing but sadly, it is just a lie. Nothing is meant to last forever and that’s why I try and cherish every single moment with you. I know that one day we won’t be together anymore and the thought of that hurts, but it is inevitable. I think I love memories because they truly do last forever. They can get tainted and forgotten, but no matter what, it’s always hidden somewhere deep inside your heart. They can live on in books or even in other people. So what do you say, let’s make memories that will last forevermore.
—  And let’s just pretend forever does exist. Maybe not here, but somewhere. Maybe in that somewhere, we would last forever. I’d like to believe in that… // littlemissimaginary

mutantgurls  asked:

Part 3. Why do you even has to ask,that. Do,your thing.

I shall, do my thing ;) haha here you go!
Lance napped for a little while after that, and Blue carefully repaired her systems, slower because most of her Quintessence was focused on holding her human form together. She eventually managed to connect to the Black Lion, and shook Lance awake as Shiro’s voice came through the line, sounding panicked and frightened. “Lance? Lance! Answer me, please! Are you there? Lance!” Shiro called, and Lance shuddered awake, blearily blinking around before scrambling up to hit the respond button.
“Shiro? Is that you?” He rasped out, and the video feed to the Black Lion popped up, revealing Shiro’s face creased with worry. Relief flooded his leader’s features the second he saw Lance. “Lance! Oh thank God, you’re okay! Where are you? Pidge has been trying to track down Blue, but she can’t get a signal.” Shiro explained, and Blue popped up from behind the dashboard, nudging Lance aside to get to the screen.
“Well I wouldn’t be surprised! The ocean here is practically like the space version of your Earth’s tar! It’s probably blocking my energy, which is why Green cannot lock onto my signal.” She said, tilting her head at the stunned Black Paladin. “Lance, who is-” Shiro started, confused, But Lance had anticipated this.
“Oh, that’s Blue! In her human form, actually. She formed it to help me out while I was unconscious.” Lance clarified quickly, Blue dipping her head in agreement with a large grin. “The planet we crashed on looks like a giant sea of oil, basically. It’s literally below freezing, but I’ve concentrated all heating systems to the cockpit so Lance doesn’t freeze to death. The feeling of slowly being covered in ice is extremely unpleasant, I would know.” Blue frowned, but continued.
“It’s mainly all liquid, but thickens towards the core, which is just a giant ball of ice and dust. We stopped sinking about an hour ago, and I’m currently settled across the core. My metal body, that is.” She explained, and Shiro sighed. “Right. Oil planet. Got it. We’ll be there soon Lance, just, hold on okay? You don’t look too good there.” Again with the worried look. Shiro had barely talked to him all month, why does he get the right to suddenly be worried now? Lance thought bitterly, but he forced a smile. “Oh, yeah, got a little roughed up. It’s nothing too bad.” He lied, and Blue (the traitor) called him out on it by jabbing her finger into the giant slice to his side, just under his ribs. Yelping in pain, he twisted away as Blue held up her finger. Dark liquid was smeared across it, beading up at the fingernail and dripping, even though the wound had been heavily bandaged.
“Excuse my use of language, Paladins, but I call bullshit. That wound is capable of tearing further and spilling out your insides.” She growled, turning to Shiro who frankly looked quite horrified. “He needs the healing pods right away. I know human anatomy from studying during my years on Earth, and the laceration here is deep. Any more aggravation to it will result in the last layer tearing and spilling out the organs tucked behind it, possibly even rip his diaphragm. I don’t think I need to tell you what would happen after that.” She informed the Black Paladin grimly, Lance wheezing quietly off screen to the side.
Shiro paled visibly. “Okay, got it. Lance? You need to sit down and stay down. We can’t lose you, okay? We’re almost there, just, no moving.” He warned, highly concerned as Lance slid back into the pilot seat, shaky and a bit more sweaty than before. The Blue Paladin gave Shiro a weak thumbs up and a smile. “You got it boss. No moving. Couldn’t even if I wanted to, which I don’t.” He croaked tiredly, and Shiro attempted to give him a reassuring smile.
“See you soon, Lance.”
Shance if you squint ;)
Part 4 maybe?

the redbirds must have their due. oh you, wicked children who come close to the banks of the river, do you not know what waits for you? do you not hear them coming, wading, reaching out with blood red hands to tear you asunder, to eat you whole? is this not the fate that awaits you for your terrible deeds? the redbirds must eat. they must eat. they must feed.

A couple of years ago, I had a dream about a pretty frightening scenario concerning a race of strange creatures with origami birds for heads called Redbirds, who lived in the water and snatched any children who wandered by to eat them alive. My brain comes up with some pretty cool (but scarily weird) concepts, what can I say! I could imagine these origami killers (see what I did there) as a sort of grand antagonist in a short story - perhaps a mother needs to find a way to kill them for good before they set their sights on any other child who comes too close to the water…

(Also, sort of related to this, but I kind of want to do a series of drawings focusing on the “final bosses” of some of the myriad story ideas I’ve had, mostly because I just have adored all the antagonists I’ve come up with over the years! I wonder if people would be interested in that…)

anonymous asked:

Concept: Lance with glasses. He always wore contacts so no one knew. Maybe people used to call him 'four-eyes' so he doesn't feel as comfortable wearing them around other people like Pidge. Then one day his eyes really hurt or are dry from lack of sleep so he has to wear them. Queue everyone being like: 'Whaaaattt?? You have glasses?' Or 'Why do you have Pidge's glasses?' and poor Lance is just so uncomfortable.

My poor boy :( 

Mentions of bullying 

Lance was around 6 when he first got his glasses. His eyes weren’t the best and he would always get his family members messed up and couldn’t read the board in class, no matter how close he sat to it. 

His father took him to get his eyes checked and even helped him pick out a pair of glasses. Lance thought that that they were the coolest thing ever. 


“Move it four eyes.” Lance was shoved to the ground. His books and glasses scattering around the school yard. Lance started to stand up but was ‘accidently’ pushed back down by the kids. 

Lance fought back tears as he tried to stand up. He started to move to his glasses but as his hands reached out the them he heard a crack. Lance squinted as the boy that was towering above him, his foot on his glasses. 

“Whoops, sorry about that Lance.” Lance started crying as the boys laughed at him. 


Lance went home that day in tears. He didn’t want his parents to know but they obviously knew. His mother demanded to know what happened but Lance wouldn’t tell at first. He didn’t want to be labeled as weak to his own parents. However he eventually broke under their pressure and he told them about his bullies. He begged his parents not to tell the school or his siblings. 

His parents looked at him with sad eyes and told him they will do what needs to be done. 

The next day Lance was taken to get new glasses and contacts. 


Lance always tried to wear his contacts, he didn’t want people to know about his glasses. The only person on the team that knew about Lance’s glasses was Hunk. After all they did share a room together at the Garrison, Lance couldn’t hide it from him. 

Unfortunately homesickness consumed him to the point where he started to lose sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for Lance to wake up with dry skin and eyes, everything hurting from his head down to his toes. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and walked into his bathroom. He stared down at his contact case then shifted his eyes to where his glasses sat. 

He debated putting his contacts in, but his eyes hurt that morning. The light seem to make his eyes burn and his eyes felt dry no matter how many times he blink. 

He stared at his glasses, They team won’t care. He grabbed them and got changed and walked to the dining room. 


He heard the team before he saw them. They were all laughing and talking excitedly. Lance smiled to himself, just like his family. 

Lance entered the room and sat down in his usual seat next to Keith. 

Keith glanced at Lance then looked at Lance. He just stared at Lance. 

Lance shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “Umm good morning?” 

“Why do you have Pidge’s glasses?” Keith asked, his eyes staring at the metal that surround Lance’s eyes. 

“I don’t, they’re mine.” Lance looked down at the table. Damnit I knew this would happen. 

Something that Lance wanted to keep in a small conversation turned into the topic of discussion among the paladins. 

Keith looked at Pidge “Hey Pidge, do you have an extra pair of glasses?” He gestured to Lance. 

“No…Oh my, Lance you have the same pair as me??? I guess that makes you a nerd just like me!” She smiled brightly at him. 

Lance bit his cheek. Everyone was gushing over his glasses, except Hunk who was staring at Lance with concern. 

Lance started to fold in on himself slightly, they were just glasses. 

Hunk took notice to how Lance was reacting and cleared his throat. “Good morning Lance! How’d you sleep?” 

Lance looked at Hunk and smiled. “I slept alright, what about you?” 

“I slept pretty good, ready for the day?” 

Lance smiled “Yes! I’ll beat you to the training deck!” Lance took off running. 

Hunk smiled and looked at his teammates who looked confused? Maybe that wasn’t the right word but the looked off. 

Hunk exhaled and faced the team. “Guys Lance is really insecure about his glasses, he was bullied a lot for them in school. Just don’t bring attention to them when he wear them.” Hunk gave a small smile and ran out of the room. 

The team looked at each other and the all mutually agreed to act like Lance wasn’t even wearing glasses. 

I honestly hate how I ended this :/ 

Sorry it took so long

I relate to this a lot. When I got my glasses last year everyone thought they were fake and would always take them during class. I hated it. 

Thank you for this 


I’m dating someone. He plays in my hair, sings songs, and lets me be me.

I sometimes say random things. Things like, “I think that looks nice.” Then I apologize right after or say, “I’m sorry, I know you don’t care.” Sometimes I’ll stop mid-sentence and just stare blankly. These are all things you taught me to do. Anytime I expressed any feeling or thought towards you, you shut me down.

You made me feel like I was a burden just for existing. Now I can’t even have a conversation about the space that I take up. I can’t explain to him why I’m afraid when he raises his voice just slightly or when he gets quiet for too long. I can’t explain why I flinch when he raises his hand even if it’s just to wrap it around my waist. I can’t explain why I’m so hesitant to share my feelings or talk about things.

Despiste all the quirks and problems that I have, he accepts me and that is something you could never do. He doesn’t get irritated when I can’t sleep at night or if I need to rant. He listens and that’s something so new to me.

Mom, I’m sorry I existed a little too much for you. But it’s been a year since I’ve seen you and I guess this is what you want. I’m so happy I can finally exist in peace.

- The Youngest

ninjaubrey  asked:

Why does Zenyatta wear pants? Bastion doesn't wear any clothes and Orisa has like a loin cloth thing so why does he wear clothes? Is Bastion naked?? Why doesn't Bastion wear clothes??? Can omnics even be naked???? If a omnic was naked would anyone notice????? What classifies nudity to an omnic?????? Jeff I have so many questions about omnic fashion

Omnics can do Whatever They Want. It’s haute couture.

Okay so here’s the thing:

Even does not owe Isak an explanation about his past, nor does it make him a bad person for not sharing that part of himself. It’s his mental health and his pain and he shouldn’t be forced to reveal anything he doesn’t want to.


It is also understandable why Isak is suspicious and trying to get answers. Isak loves and trusts Even, it’s obvious that he does, and I don’t think he feels like he needs to know everything about Even’s previous life either (he defends him against Vilde’s accusations and tells her off for spreading rumours for God’s sake). That being said, I think he’s worried because Even isn’t giving him a straight answer. He isn’t telling Isak “hey, this isn’t something I feel ready to talk about yet, or maybe ever”, he’s avoiding it. When Isak has specifically asked about Mikael, Even has made a joke about it, (”the previous man of my life”), and brushed it off. He’s also going out of his way to make sure Sana hasn’t said anything about it, and acting weird to cover it up. Not to mention Sana is also acting weird about it.

Are Even’s reasons for not telling him valid? Of course. But it is probably setting off alarm bells in Isak’s head because the last time Even avoided something in this manner, it was about him being bipolar and it ended up turning into a shit show. The expressions on both Even and Isak’s faces have been the same as that situation. I don’t think it is the topic so much as it is the miscommunication that is gonna cause a problem. 

I repeat, Even doesn’t need to tell Isak about this. However, if there is one thing that I have learned by being in a serious relationship, it’s that if something seems off with the other person, it is going to be worrying, and Isak is brand new at dating, so it’s probably gonna be more anxiety inducing (especially if it concerns one of Even’s previous love interests).

What I’m trying to say is I don’t want to hear anyone hating on either of the boys for how they are reacting. Even has a right to his privacy and Isak has a right to be worried. They need to fucking talk to each other, not necessarily about what happened between Even and Mikael, but more about letting one another know that the other doesn’t have to worry. Because they love each other and they need to know that neither of them are going anywhere.

…Holy shit. Riza is revealing exactly what it means if Roy succeeds in becoming Fuhrer. For one thing, Amestris would become a fair bit more democratic, even if it could never move away from being a Military State.

For another thing, all those hailed as “heroes” during Ishval will be brought forward and tried as a war criminal.

Hawkeye quoted Kimblee’s speech about the enemy never forgetting you as being why. “In a just, peaceful world, after all that we’ve done… We’ll be seen as mass murderers.”

That’s pretty alright. What was done can never be atoned for. But acknowledgement of Amestris’ sin is a step forward.

anonymous asked:

it's funny how the hamburg stans that were forever dragging zayn are now doing an about face and saying celebs shouldn't be put on pedestals or whatever since it's their white fave lmao. they're now saying zayn deserved the way they treated him because he was alm and undermined blm and harry doesn't know better etc etc. i have to laugh otherwise i will get blindingly angry at the double standards and no good will come of that

lmao it’s all just so silly imo, like no fucking shit he doesn’t know better; he’s the EXACT type of person this hellsite routinely says is the problem. why the fck anyone would actually expect him to know or truly understand the struggles of those groups just bc he’s said a few vaguely nice things and wore a rainbow pin is truly beyond me

 idk why it took zayn being an idiot to ~open people’s eyes~ to the reality that most celebrities are garbage but considering that the majority of these assholes still like liam even tho he’s literally a homophobe, louis has literally been caught out here saying the n-word, and niall liked that terrible tweet comparing zayn to some other random brown kid, it seems pretty f*cking convenient if y’all ask me

Zim headcanons after listening to The Trial script reading:

~Dib has no idea why Zim wasn’t there when Gir took over Earth for like 12 hours. He tried to help lead the rebellion but was shoved away, and had to make do with distracting Gir.

~If Dib ever tried to tell Zim what happened, Zim wouldn’t believe him.

~Zim has memory issues. He always has because of his defective Pak, but he has a habit of deleting memories or files of things he thinks are ‘wrong’ or ‘bad’ or corrupted, and he just lies his socks off when asked about things he doesn’t remember. Dib realizes this after a few months, and has to get used to Zim sometimes trying the same scheme twice.

~Related to that, Zim’s deleted files of things from his initial download that he deemed ‘wrong’, and doesn’t know some important facts about Irk’s history.

~Zim’s Pak is slightly diagonal to where it should be, and was created at the end of a long shift by whoever makes them. 

~Zim’s installed extra weapons and tools in his Pak, and knows the internal machinery pretty well. The wires are crossed and tangled a bit.

~Defective is basically a slur to irkens when used outside of evaluation trials. They’ll still use it because they’re asses, but to younger soldiers it’s strange when alien technicians say stuff like ‘this part of the engine is defective’.

~He’s mostly put the trial out of his mind, but once after a particularly spectacular failure, Dib asked if he was ‘broken or something’, and in response Zim chucked a rock at his head.

~Gir still has the KING OF EARTH medallion,but he hung it somewhere in his collection of stuffed animals. He also has piles of Hot Topic-esque merchandise of himself.

~The Control Brains did eventually get back to normal, after a VERY thorough purging. After re-evaluating the risks, it’s decided it’s safer to just let Zim rot on Earth than try to delete him again.

anonymous asked:

🔥 Soulmate AUs.

I don’t get the ‘first thing the soulmate says is written on your body’ trope at all. I mean, I comprehend it, and I’ve liked fics that used it (recced them, even!), but I don’t get why it is a trope in the first place. I’m immediately distracted by trying to figure causality in the universe and … like, are we going for THAT level of predestination, really? Can’t we just have matching abstract marks or flat-out telepathy or something?

(It’s particularly jarring in SW. Always in motion is the future!!)

Sometimes, or a lot of times, I don’t know how to describe to God how I feel inside. The great thing is, I don’t even have to know. 

See, with therapists or people in general, we have to try to tell them exactly how we feel inside in order for them to better help us. With God, we don’t even have to say a word. He knows everything about us before we even exist on earth! He knows more about us than we know about us. I don’t have to say anything to God for Him to get me. He sees my heart. He knows exactly how I feel inside and why I feel that way. Same with every single person in this world. God knows every single detail about everyone in the world. EVERYONE IN THE WORLD YOU GUYS!!!!!

If people wonder why I follow God and why I love Him sooooo much, this right here is one of many reasons.

pulltheotheroneithasbellson  asked:

could you do more with ace!Keith and sheith? I'm sure you know why this is my jam. (and here we see why bells is horrible at prompts, because that's all I got my dude)

I hope you wanted this to be full of feelings because it is most certainly that

Shiro and Keith had talked about this before.

Once, at the Garrison, both of them young and shy and nervous, trying to figure out how to define this nebulous new thing that was growing between them. Neither of them knew how to talk about it, back then. Neither of them had enough practice putting lines around their feelings, or enough practice even seeing where they ended.

Keep reading

*takes a deep breath*


anonymous asked:

I know we talk about how the change of pov effects things and idk how major it really changes our perspective on the characters (like noora being so amazing s1 but then different in later seasons) so basically I'm wondering if sana only exclusively sees Even as wearing that denim jacket and that's why it's all he's worn this season?? (I'm joking but like,, there's got to be a reason he's worn it in every scene?)

ksldfjksdfkl what are some metaphors for denim jackets,,,,

5. Part 2

Originally posted by drakemood

Staring at my ceiling in my bedroom, today is the day and that is the only thing I can think of right now. Why did I agree to this now, I feel all nervous. Saturday has come around so fast for me, I am more than shocked that I actually woke up early on a weekend, I had to set my alarm actually “oh god” placing my hands over my face, what am I doing and why am I doing this. What excuse can I make, shall I tell him I am ill “what am I even talking about” we are practically friends now, well kind of. Reaching over to my side table and grabbing my phone, letting out a yawn “shit” that is the time, I don’t even know what to wear because he won’t tell me. Reading my notifications, he replied to my text from last night, I fell asleep by the time he actually replied.

From: Chris

Wear what you want, I told you this already…

Why is he being like this, if I am overdressed that will get me so angry. Why do I even care, it’s not even a date, forget it.

To: Chris

If I am overdressed it will ruin my day and I will go home early and wake that ass up boy!

I need to actually call my mom, my weekend is to catch up on sleep, family and cleaning but this is changing my day up. I am feeling so nervous but a little intrigued, if my dad found out about this he would not be happy. I am his only little girl even though I have a little brother, but I am the most important one out of them all. Placing my phone on my chest as I stretched out my body, let me get out of bed and do something with myself. My phone vibrating against my chest, lifting my phone up and seeing Chris calling. Answering the call “morning” god, why do I always sound awful in the morning “hey, are you ready?” he asked, rubbing my face “uhhh no, you going to tell me then? I have a feeling it’s something like a movie? Just say yes or no” god, Chris does actually sound so good when he has just woken up, never noticed this at all “maybe, could be yes or maybe no. We could be going to a beach, you just never know” he is so annoying “I cancel anyways” I am done with him now “stop being all moody and shit, tell me where you live so I can pick you up? I will say it is a movie, now stop asking me” I knew he would back down “meet me outside The Avenue, Hollywood. Just park where the car park is, I will walk to you” pushing my bed covers off my body “you live in the apartment there? Y’all got money huh” he said, rolling my eyes “not me, my brother and Lo be up to no good. I don’t ask questions, I am just a broke nurse living with my brother. That will soon change, I hope. I am thinking of moving out and living with Bailey” swinging my legs off my bed, sitting on the edge “I have a feeling who she lives with, just stay where you are” he is funny “sure, anyways you’re cutting into my getting dressed time. Goodbye!” I will disconnect the call before he has a little outburst regarding it “see you soon ma” disconnecting the call.

“Oh my god! What do I wear!” I shouted out, why is my life so difficult. What do I wear, oh god I need Bailey to help me. Every time I go anywhere I am like this, I groaned out rubbing my head “oh no” I just rubbed my face and I have my foundation on, I hate myself. I need to gather myself together, I need to remember this is just me meeting my friend, I mean he is just a regular guy. Then again he is Chris Brown, but what do I wear. No matter what, we are just friends but that does not justify me looking terrible. This prep talk is not working out, god help me. Getting up off of my bed, let me try again to search for an outfit. I can do this, I can choose an outfit that will be perfect. I swear I have some cute outfits here, I know I do.

Waiting for the facetime to connect with Bailey “you know what I am thinking right now?” Bailey said staring at me with her hair wrap on “why I am awake this early?” Bailey nodded “like I am so tired, I am trying to sleep and you keep calling me. But I love you so proceed to show me what you are wearing. First tell where you are going? Your makeup is bomb, you got your bundles in?” she know damn well I got my good weave in, this only happens on occasions “guess” I simply said, standing in front of my mirror and flipping the camera “I am not sure but tell me how I look” I am waiting for Bailey to say something stupid “bring the camera down, I want to see the feet” slowly bringing my camera down the mirror “legs for days! Ok, I think you are going to get some LA dick? Clearly” flipping the camera over back on my face mean mugging her “what!? Ok, on a real. You are dressed for LA, it’s warm out there, it’s bomb, I like it. Are you getting some dick then?” she said, shaking my head “just meeting a friend, I will tell you soon. I am behind, gotta go” blowing air kisses before disconnecting the call.

So Chris is outside, he has been outside for the last half hour, he came early. Not on me, I said wait because I was still deciding on the outfit. Wiggling my toes in my tan strappy stilettos, my cut off denim jeans that just cover my ass, but I feel my legs are out too much, this is too much for me. Pulling down my oversized sweatshirt a little more, I have a shirt under this because you never know but I don’t do bras. Placing my dark maroon MAC lipstick in my clutch, let me go now. Walking to my side table and disconnecting my charger from my phone, seeing the various missed calls from Chris makes me feel like I am a bad person for making him wait.

I woke my brother up earlier, I went into his bedroom because I wanted his chain. I am borrowing his gold chain for today, here he goes with his morning blunts “can hear you walking a mile off” Nathan said, looking over at the balcony door open. Nathan stood with a blunt in hand “woah! Wait, where are you going? It’s barely turned one” I knew he was about to do this “going out, what I tell you about questioning me?” pointing at him “I swear the LA life is getting to you, where are you going?” he walked towards me “to the movies, just out. Goodbye and tell Lo to stop calling me, I ain’t speaking to his bitch ass” turning on my heels “what is wrong with you both now?” my brother half shouted “ask him, but I’m out and clean the mess up” I ain’t here to be cleaning today “bring my chain back!” opening the door “whatever” banging the door shut behind me.

Originally posted by chrihedits

I have never had this problem before, she had me sat in this Lamborghini in this LA heat. Looking down at my Rolex in annoyance, it’s about to be forty five minutes since being out here, she ain’t picking my calls up either. She got me out here sweating too, Rylee ain’t shit already. Fixing my snapback on backwards, let me sit back in my car before I get noticed. Pushing myself off of the side of my car, pulling the car door up and climbing back inside. It has become so hot in this car, I want to be topless now. Pulling my car door down, patting down my jeans and looking at my new Js. I done shaved too, I was going to keep the stubble but I didn’t, this is an all clean look with my black tee on. I did have a bomber jacket on but I got hot, blowing out air looking up. Seeing a female walking towards the car, squinting my eyes looking closely. Is that Rylee, if I look at her face maybe I will know. My eyes slowly dragged itself up her body and then my eyes fell on her face “wow” I said aloud, she walked around my car to get in. She looks so good, I feel all nervous now.

Clearing my throat, shifting in my seat as the passenger door opened. I can’t stop staring at the legs, it gets even better now she is here. Biting on my bottom lip, she leaned in picking my bomber jacket up “oh, my bad” I didn’t even get that for her, she stuck her butt in first “ooooohhhhh” I said, staring at her butt, she swung her legs in “ok these cars are not easy to get into” she said, I don’t even care “it’s perfect” I said, she placed my bomber jacket on my lap and closed the door “did you hear what I said?” I am trying to take this in, she needs to stop talking. Where has this girl come from, wow. She can dress, even when she is not dressed she is beautiful “you’re so beautiful” I had to say it “stop it” she placed her clutch on her lap “yeah, I mean sorry. It’s not that bad to get into, I am used to it now. Can I place my bomber jacket on the floor next to your legs?” I asked before I did it “oh yeah you can” gathering my bomber jacket with my one hand, reaching to the passenger side and placing the bomber on the floor of the car. My arm just lightly grazing her calf, her golden legs are so soft. I am so turned on, I want her. She is mine.

“I want to say sorry, I kept you out here for so long. I am shocked you waited, I kept you waiting” holding my hand up “don’t say it, I just want to be normal as possible. I am going to try my best, just be you and I will be me. Things like that happen, I knew you was going to say, I kept Chris Brown waiting. But let’s pretend I am just a regular nigga” Rylee smiled at me a little “I just want to say you look beautiful, you have dressed great. These are the only words I can say because I don’t want to say what my mind is saying” Rylee giggled “how about we don’t, can we drive though? The leather seats are burning my ass and my thighs, I am melting here” I busted out laughing “how you think I felt? Now you know how I feel” turning my car engine on “are you going to tell me how handsome I am? If you saw me yesterday, I looked like a werewolf” slowly driving off “it’s very cute” my eyes bulged out looking at her “cute?” I spat, she needs to stop doing that cute giggle “joking, you look nice. Very handsome” I grinned “aww stop it, I am getting all red now” my voice all high pitched “you copying me on what I said last time, so rude” she clocked on, I am glad.

I hope those niggas keep my home clean, I done told them “I have never been in a car like this, it’s fast” my lip curled up “I don’t even want to know why you are smiling like that, it’s small though. Small and fast” my smile disappeared after that, I was going to say something sly but she beat me to it “you have nice legs, you got me all speechless. I know I shouldn’t really say that, I mean who does that on a first date” the car fell silent “I mean friend date, I mean you know just a get to know each other date” I suck at this, look at me. Hearing a slight snort, my head turned to her “ew where did that come from. Sorry” she put her hand up “you’re funny, you seem so out of your depth here. Ignore that noise, I was supposed to laugh but clearly I make an idiot out of myself” shaking my head smiling “I think we both are stupid, let’s just be cool” I am saying this but it’s me, I am so awkward why am I doing this to myself.

Walking into ArcLight Hollywood movie theatre, I am obviously walking behind Rylee. She has honestly the most perfect legs, I want Rylee to wrap her legs around my body. She must have the sweetest pussy, I can imagine. Licking my bottom lip, my own thoughts taking me to a place I shouldn’t be right now “woah” holding onto Rylee as I walked into the back of her, letting her go “my bad, sorry” I think we are both bad at this “you want to be lowkey but you out here banging into me, you ok?” feeling my cheeks go slightly red “yeah yeah, just looking at the scene. This place is great” Rylee squinted her eyes at me “you’re walking ahead of me now ok?” she got me, I ruined this for myself now “ok, side by side then. What movie you want to watch?” walking at the side of Rylee “surprise me, I’m open to a lot” she said, raising my eyebrow “really?” looking at her with a smirk “filth” she simply said to me, she always clocks me.

I am shocked she actually wants to see Avengers with me, she let me pick anyways so who cares “Chris” Rylee held my wrist “huh, yeah?” stopping in my tracks “I want to pay for the things, I am not having you pay for everything. It’s only drinks and popcorn” pulling a face at her “no, I will pay. I want to pay, it’s nothing Rylee” she tilted her head “please don’t do this, you said normal so let me buy the food” sighing out not really wanting to do this “you can only pay for the drinks and popcorn, after this then no more paying out. Deal? I want to pay for you” Rylee got her pinkie finger out “pinkie promise” how different is she, holding her pinkie finger with mine “you’re on a budget though, no large with me” her beautiful hazel eyes, I am melting “I want it large only” I said in a mumble “I guess I will let you off just this time” I am still holding on to her pinkie finger, let me stop.

I really thought that the screen would be quiet, it’s early and who would come early but I was wrong, really wrong. Luckily the row we are on nobody is sitting here at the moment, the lights dimmed down slowly “who is that?” pointing at Rylee’ lock screen, she pressed her home button again “my youngest brother, Kyrie. I miss him” Rylee placed her phone in her bag and then sat back in the chair, she crossed her right leg over her left “he looks like trouble” he really does “he is, he drives me up the wall when I am home” she must have a big family “can we get through?” some guy said, turning my head seeing this young white guy. His face changed seeing who I am “sure” moving my legs in, I guess it is just my luck that there is a group of them. I want to move now, rolling my eyes as they walked by “damn” the black guy lost his balance and was about to fall but placed his hand on Rylee’ knee, pushing the guys hand away “watch it!” I stood up “sorry, I didn’t mean it” the fuck he doing touching “you should have fell! Why you touching her for!?” I spat “Chris it’s ok, he didn’t do it on purpose” the group of guys just stared at me “sit down please” Rylee said, I want to punch his face. Sitting in down in a huff “it’s fine, don’t get worked up over it. He was sorry” Rylee is saying that but it don’t make it right “take your snapback off, we are inside” Rylee reached over and pulled it off my head, I am just going to stay quiet until I cool off.

I have been so quiet, I only asked where she would like to go to eat. Looking down at the menu “you been really quiet with me” Rylee spoke, looking up from the menu “it’s not you, I just got annoyed. Sorry, I don’t want to scare you away either. I just feel like I messed it up” placing the menu down “don’t feel like that, I understand why. I did get annoyed but then you ended up saying something. Nothing is ruined, only if you are going to be grumpy then yeah. The guy was staring at me that is why he fell” I knew he was “asshole, he touched you though. Ok I am over it, let’s move on” I need to not think about it “what burger you want? Remember I am paying so you can go all out” Rylee stuck her tongue out “ayeee!!” this girl is so perfect.

Pointing at Rylee’ plate “what is that? It looks nice and hold up, are you taking pictures for Instagram?” Rylee quickly stopped taking a picture “come on, let me follow you. Let me see your pictures at least?” Rylee sighed out “but people will speculate, do you want that? You know what, I will send you a picture if that makes you feel better” reaching over and taking a cheesy fry “wow, rude. You got yours!” placing the fries in my mouth “but they not cheesy, I should have got them. My bad” wiping my hand against my jeans “how you feeling about today? Is everything good with how it is?” I asked “yeah of course, it’s sweet. It’s been calm for the most part” least she is ok with everything “I enjoy your company” I openly admitted “same Chris, we seem to be stupid. Well keep doing on stupid things. I may not seem it but I am dying inside” she hides it well.

Originally posted by feetyfeetup

Chris’ car is amazing, I have honestly never had such an experience in a car like this. Reaching down at the side of me, picking up Chris’ bomber jacket “this smells so nice” he switched his car engine off “you can keep it if you like” he is crazy “I can only imagine how expensive this is, do not think so” placing his jacket in his lap “are you sure?” pulling his car door up “more than sure, I already feel like I am doing too much and punching above my weight” I really hate getting out of this car though, hearing a wolf whistle as I got out “sorry” he said again, he has been doing this so many times “whatever” closing the door, turning around and seeing Chris’ home “this is a beautiful home Chris, wow” and so many cars “welcome to my home” this is a nice place.

This house is so silent, I am surprised it is because every time he calls me there is always boys in the background “let me show you around” Chris threw his jacket to the side “would you like to see my home?” Chris turned around “yeah sure” he stopped walking and walked towards me “let me put your clutch away? I’ll put it there” he placed his hand on my clutch “thank you” I said as he took it from me “it’s cool, come. I am excited to show a female my home, in a normal way instead of other things” he looks real excited, it is so cute. Watching him fiddle with the baby gate “I hate this shit” he spat and then it finally unlocked “ok, we all good to go. Come” he jogged up the steps ahead of me, slowly making my way up.

Chris turned around lifting his arms up “this is my bedroom” he spat, I am very impressed “this is a very nice bedroom Christopher, I am shocked. It’s clean, did you clean it prior? I bet you did” stepping inside “kind of, I just picked up my things. But I rarely sleep in this thing, come. See my walk in closet, I have more clothes downstairs but this is where I keep my jewellery” he waved me over, Chris is literally giving me a tour. He seems to be so happy do this, I find it cute because it’s like he has never done this before. My eyes widened looking around the closet “wow, this is like a jewellery store. I love that chain, Black Pyramid one” touching the chain “thank you, I can get you one” moving my hand back “no, I don’t think so. I love your things” watching him open the cabinet and pick the chain off “try it on” I was about to say no but he placed it over my head already “it’s heavy, Jesus. How do you deal?” he cheesed at me “suits you, maybe one day” lifting my hair up “take it from me before I take it home” turning around “I got you, we are destined you know” he said randomly “how?” furrowing my eyebrows “tattoos, the stars” smiling wide at his cuteness.

Walking behind Chris to go back downstairs “what is this room?” pointing at the door half open, it’s all pink. He stopped walking and turned back around “my daughter’ room, nobody sees this room unless they family. I’ll show you” he pushed the door open walking inside “she got everything princess themed, her toys are out. I need to clean that, her bed also. But yeah, this her room and play room. I got her a walk in closet but she don’t have many clothes in there” he pointed “why?” I questioned “I barely see her but that is about to change, went to court and getting more rights for her. It’s different being a father” he leaned down picking up a doll “it is, you’re a good father from what I see” Chris looked up at me smiling “thank you” this is such a different Chris Brown.

“Are you sure that you just want water?” Chris jumped over his couch with a bottle in hand “more than sure, all that walking in these heels has made me thirsty” taking the bottle from him “take the heels off” he pointed as he sat down “once they off I will not put them back on, thank you though and thank you for today. It was nice, it was nice to have some fun and not go to the club to have fun. Thank you” I honestly loved today, it was relaxing “my pleasure, thank you for being a good date” he sat back on the couch “you know what I mean” he has said date so many times today, opening the bottle of water.

The silence is so thick in this room, I don’t know what it is but I am feeling it from him. He is staring so hard at me too, I feel nervous now “I want to know more about you Rylee. Tell me about yourself” shuffling myself back on the couch “what would you like to know?” he needs to be more specific “I’ll ask questions and you answer?” he said, nodding my head “sure” this will be an interview “I know you’re from New Jersey, how many siblings do you have? What made you come here and why are you single?” I knew that would come up “I have three brothers, two older and one younger. My eldest brother Blake is my half-brother but he practically grew up with us, he is coming out of prison soon, well any day now. I came here because I wanted a change, USC medical centre is awesome. I was shocked I got accepted” Chris’ eyes widened “prison? What for?” I shrugged “only god knows what they get up too, you probably know more than me. Something about Inglewood, I don’t know” Chris let out an oh “how come you single? Any guy would want you” laughing a little “they think I am stuck up Chris, I rarely date” waving my hand “I guess you not had any good relationships?” shaking my head “not really, I realised the hard way when I found out I am just a girl they all just want to fuck but not take home to mommy, you know stuff like that. I am not bitter but I am just not with the shits” this is why I won’t get deep with Chris, or even let anything sexual happen.

Chris cleared his throat “you’re so nice though, you have such a kind nature” he said, I cooed out “but they are the ones that are usually losing, I was a total bitch in school but then I just grew up. I wanted to help others, I am doing this because of that. My mom is the same she helps others all the time, she used to be a midwife” I wish I accepted that glass of wine now “that is sweet, you remind me of my mom. She is sweet as hell, but then they see me, they are like how did you give birth to that. You are just like her though” my smile grew “I will take that as a compliment but is it my turn now?” I want to ask things “yeah sure, ask away” Chris leaned forward on the couch “tell me more about Christopher Brown, the one from Texas” his eyes widened laughing “oh wow, that guy from there. So it was just me and my cousins, that’s it. I was always like this, outspoken, hyper. Just always doing something, I never sleep and also when I have a plan I always need it to happen. I have never been in love, I have never witnessed it either erm, and. Also I have never had a real relationship but I don’t think it was ever true, meaning it was just was for convenience. They needed a come up and I would help that” that is horrible “have you ever been in love?” shaking my head “well, I really liked this guy. But I was young and stupid” I shrugged “oh yeah I wanted to ask, what is your favourite all time Chris Brown song?” letting out a laugh.

I paused thinking “my all-time favourite I would say, it has to be Take You Down” Chris gasped “you a freak, I see! I got you, I will sing that to you onetime” I giggled out “I knew it was a trap, I should have said With You now. But I have to say Take You Down, it is like my most played song” I love the song and now I want to listen to it “freak!” Chris said again “what did you assume about me though? Has it changed now?” rubbing my hands together “player, get girls when he wants too. Party, Pussy and weed. But I see this and it has changed, I mean this side of you is nice. I can see not many people see this side to you” Chris nodded his head “I don’t think people deserve too, I am going to be real with you Rylee. I want more” swallowing hard “can we just like to know each other more, things can’t happen overnight” I don’t know why he wants me “I got you but don’t be blowing me off for Daniel” I sighed out “he is just friend” reassuring Chris.

Walking behind Chris outside “this is my graffiti I do outside” he pointed out, looking at the wall full of weird creatures. Tilting my head to the side “why do you draw monsters all the time? Looking at this, it seems really dark or am I just looking at it all wrong? Inside the home there was paintings but it was light hearted” Chris stuffed his hands in his jean pockets “because that is how everyone sees me” he blurted out, my eyebrows knitted together “everyone? Not everyone sees that, surely. So this is how you express yourself?” I pointed, he nodded “so you do feel that” I mumbled, I paused staring “you’re not a monster Chris, you show what you want people to see. I can admit that first hand, I thought you was an asshole and maybe still is. I don’t know but you’re nice to me” I feel sad that he feels that way about himself “thank you, I have never done this before. The girls that I have here don’t really get me like this, they be fucking with the homies too. I just be out here doing this, I like having people around but yeah, as you can see. This is new to me” I believe him now, I believe everything he is telling me.