Littlelovelymemes:

littlelovelymemes:

✰ * º ❛   friends sentence starters   ❜

‘  *reading obituaries* suddenly i wish i was reading my own name.  ’ ‘  you don’t even have oven mitts on!  ’ ‘  wow. i could so easily freak out right now.  ’ ‘  do you think it’s easy for me to see you with somebody else?  ’ ‘  hey, you remembered to put clothes on this morning.  ’ ‘  no more falafel for you!  ’ ‘  we were on a break!!  ’ ‘  you’re such a tattletale.  ’ ‘  i love you goddesses!  ’ ‘  everyone i know is either getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and I’m getting coffee. And it’s not even for me!  ’ ‘  it’s   ’ ‘  this is all a moo point. yeah, it’s like a cow’s opinion, it doesn’t matter. it’s moo.  ’ ‘  so, the ebola virus. that’s gotta suck, huh?  ’ ‘  my gynecologist tried to kill me.  ’ ‘  you can’t tell, but i’m trying to break the tension by mooning you guys.  ’ ‘  boy, you are not a morning person.  ’ ‘  yeah, well, i’m a slut.  ’ ‘  how you doin’?  ’ ‘  i am warm… for your form.  ’ ‘  i’m really looking forward to you and me having sexual intercourse.  ’ ‘  are you saying that you don’t wanna get with this?  ’ ‘  hey, you’re a pathetic loser, right?  ’ ‘  sometimes i wish i was a lesbian… did i say that out loud?  ’ ‘  if i were a guy and… did i just say, ‘if i were a guy’?  ’ ‘  i guess things were just going to well for me!  ’ ‘  i don’t have a plan. i don’t even have a ‘pla.’  ’ ‘  he’s so pretty i want to cry!  ’ ‘  prepare to feel very bad about yourself.  ’ ‘  i’m sorry that’s who i am. i’m a positive person.  ’ ‘  no, i’m a positive person. you are like santa clause on prozac at disneyland, getting laid.  ’ ‘  i’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!  ’ ‘  she was nice. i mean, she’s a little slutty, but who isn’t?  ’ ‘  honey, this is not your fault. just because you guys had a fight, it does not justify them sleeping with someone else.  ’ ‘  from now on, i am not getting out of this chair, ever. okay? from now on, this chair is the one.  ’ ‘  i wish i could, but i don’t want to.  ’ ‘  alright, i took the quiz and, it turns out, i do put career before men.  ’ ‘  look at him, he’s so cute. i just wanna go over there, grab him, and kiss him!  ’ ‘  i think, if it was a little colder in there, i could see your nipples through that sweater.  ’ ‘  what’s wrong with me… oh, don’t open that door.  ’ ‘  let me think, let me think… oh, i don’t care!  ’ ‘  i have no idea what’s going on, but i’m excited!  ’ ‘  i tend to keep talking until somebody stops me.  ’ ‘  when i first meet somebody, it’s usually panic, anxiety, and a great deal of sweating.  ’ ‘  are we greeting each other this way now? because i like it.  ’ ‘  it looks like you fell asleep with a hanger in your mouth.  ’ ‘  you wanna play twister?  ’ ‘  once, i got dumped during sex.  ’ ‘  here we are, with our future before us, and i only want to spend it with you.  ’ ‘  welcome to the real world. it sucks. you’re gonna love it!  ’ ‘  hey, you cry every time somebody talks about the titanic.  ’ ‘  if worst comes to worst, i’ll be your boyfriend.  ’ ‘  who loses 57 coin tosses in a row? you know? heads, she wins. tails, i lose.  ’ ‘  shut up! shut up! SHUT UP!  ’ ‘  i’m so glad we’re having this rehearsal dinner, you know? it’s so rare that i get to practice my meals before eating them.  ’ ‘  you always believed in me, even when i didn’t believe in myself.  ’ ‘  you’re fake laughing too, right?  ’ ‘  it’s sunday morning, i am not running on a sunday.  ’ ‘  ugh, dammit. why did i open my mouth?  ’ ‘  wow, we really are bitches.  ’ ‘  so why don’t you be a grown up and come and watch some tv in the fort!  ’ ‘  i don’t know what i’m gonna do with my life.  ’ ‘  i’m full, and yet i know if i stop eating this, i’ll regret it.  ’ ‘  kill me. kill me now.  ’ ‘  i want to sit in a comfortable chair, watch television, and go to sleep at a reasonable hour!  ’ ‘  what must it be like to not be crippled by fear and self-loathing?  ’ ‘  a stripper at a bachelor party, that is so cliché. why don’t you guys get a magician?!  ’ ‘  i’m curvy and i like it!  ’ ‘  i don’t share food!  ’ ‘  if i have to, i’d pee on any one of you.  ’ ‘  the fridge broke so i had to eat everything.  ’ ‘  you can’t have s-e-x when you’re taking care of the b-a-b-i-e!  ’ ‘  you’re over me? when were you… under me?  ’ ‘  these are just feelings. they’ll go away.  ’ ‘  i used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me.  ’ ‘  i mean, sure, i have my bad days, but then i remember what a cute smile i have.  ’ ‘  offering people gum is not cooking.  ’ ‘  i bought him a $500 watch and he wrote me a rap song.  ’ ‘  you know you should go outside and be with the three-dimensional people.   ’ ‘  no, inside good. outside baaaaad.  ’ ‘  they’re always saying ‘let’s go here, let’s go there.’ like we can afford to go here and there.  ’ ‘  i hate my job. i hate it. oh, i want to quit, but then i think i should stick it out.  ’ ‘  you think i have $1200? i’m home in the middle of the day and i got patio furniture in my living room.  ’ ‘  neat! i’m gonna die alone!  ’ ‘  okay, could you just stop talking for a second?  ’ ‘  i’ve sort of had feelings for you.  ’ ‘  today, it’s like there’s rock bottom, fifty feet of crap, then me.  ’ ‘  why am i friends with these people?  ’ ‘  i eat by myself in the alley because everyone hates me.  ’ ‘  i’m a lone wolf. a loner. alone. all alone. forever.  ’ ‘  my life is an embarrassment! i should just go live under somebody’s stairs.  ’ ‘  if i died, the only way people would know that i was here would be the ass print on this chair!  ’ ‘  i always thought if you and i got married, that would be the one that stuck.  ’ ‘  hi, i make jokes when i’m uncomfortable.  ’ ‘  i am not ‘blah’, i am a hoot!  ’ ‘  i just realized i can sleep with my eyes open.  ’ ‘  up until i was 25, i thought that the only response to ‘i love you’ was ‘oh, crap!’  ’ ‘  if the homo sapiens, were in fact ‘homo’ sapiens, is that why they’re extinct?  ’ ‘  do you think i need a new walk?  ’ ‘  you don’t own a tv? what’s all your furniture pointed at?  ’ ‘  just think of it like this: the third day. monday, one day. tuesday, two day. wednesday… when? huh? what day? thursday! the third day!  ’ ‘  eye-contact? i hope you were using protection!  ’ ‘  you were right, and from now on, yo make all my decisions for me.  ’ ‘  you said your boss wants to buy your baby?  ’ ‘  why god, why?!! we had a deal!! let the others grow old! not me!!  ’ ‘  last night i was finishing off a pizza and she said, ‘a moment on the lips, forever on the hips!’ i don’t need that kind of talk in my house!  ’ ‘  you’re druuuuunk. mom and dad are gonna be maaaad! …maybe i’m a little drunk.  ’ ‘  let her know i like her? are you insane?  ’ ‘  what’s it gonna take for you to forgive me?  ’ ‘  isn’t that just kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic?  ’ ‘  you’re crying over a doritos commercial.  ’ ‘  that fake british woman is a real bitch, but she sure can dance.  ’ ‘  i think it’d be better for my ego if we didn’t stand right next to each other.  ’ ‘  seriously… good luck on marrying me.  ’ ‘  there is no ‘us’, okay?  ’ ‘  i fell for you and i get clobbered. you then fall for me and i again, somehow, get clobbered.  ’ ‘  it’s just not worth it.  ’ ‘  we are never gonna happen, okay? accept that.  ’ ‘  you know what? you’re the one who ended it.  ’ ‘  i ended it because i was mad at you. not because i stopped loving you.  ’ ‘  imagine the worst things you think about yourself. now, how would you feel if the one person you trusted the most in the world not only thinks them too, but actually uses them as reasons not to be with you.  ’ ‘  you were worth the wait.  ’ ‘  that’s our baby.  ’ ‘  you deserve to be with someone who appreciates and who gets how funny and sweet and amazing and adorable and sexy you are.  ’

shepherdiing:

Sorey knew the oddness of the situation, he wasn’t going to sit there and deny that this was… wrong on quite a few levels. To think the shepherd would be brushing a hellion’s hair of all things, it was downright ludicrous. A circumstance that shouldn’t be and yet here they were. He was gentle as he could be, brow knit in careful concentration as he worked through knots. The fox-man’s muscles went stiff and the shepherd could feel the pulse beat of malevolence right on his chest. Creeping up his throat.

❛ I’m sure another shepherd would come along in that worst case scenario. ❜ Was it truly alright for him to associate with Lunarre like this? As if they were friends — companions? Hardly so, their very roles were against each other, but Sorey was not so easily dissuaded.

❛ You’re always free to leave, you know. I won’t stop you if you feel like you need to, but I also think that given enough time I can help you with… you know. The whole hellion thing. Just look at you, you’re not trying to chew my face off! I’d already call that an improvement. ❜ Though Lunarre may not be able to see it Sorey was grinning, waving the brush about for emphasis before returning it to the mane of hair.

The notion of leaving the group gnawed at Lunarre like the teeth of leeches and he could not dislodge them. It was clear to him now; leaving was no longer an option to consider, though it rightfully existed.

“No,” he said, more forcibly than he had intended. Calming himself, he continued: “I don’t want to leave. I can’t. I can’t be alone again - not like this, not with these thoughts...” Lunarre hugged his body, sickened by his own vulnerability but desperate to push down his own pulsing malevolence. 

“They’ll eat me alive.”

The offer of help stopped his descent, and Lunarre could suddenly feel the ground underneath him, the breeze and sun on his skin, the sound of the brush raking through his hair. It was a shock, like waking from a nightmare, but Lunarre could listen to Sorey’s words well enough.

Even now, the kid’s boundless capacity for forgiveness and empathy baffled Lunarre. He could hardly imagine a future in which this would ever stop being the case. But in moments like this Lunarre could almost believe in something intangible, that which Sorey and his friends fought for.

No, he wanted to believe in it, because somewhere lay the peace and contentment Lunarre yearned for, deep in his corrupted heart, where he knew that his strength was not the answer he sought, but only the undoing of it. The family and companionship that had so far eluded him suddenly didn’t seem so far away. It terrified and exhilarated the hellion in equal measure.

Even someone like me... even weak, could I...?

Lunarre’s reverie was broken by Sorey’s joke, and the hellion spluttered a laugh. With nothing in place to hold back, his lips curled into a smile. So the kid got his sense of humour. Lunarre was the last person who would have guessed. 

The grip of his uncertainty, shame and fear loosened, and the intensity of his malevolence ebbed along with it.

Without thinking, Lunarre turned around and put a hand on the boy’s head and patted it.

“You’re good kid.”

nebu-hii-ejamu:

“Indeed. You failed spectacularly. But still you live on. Surely there is a reason you keep living despite these failures. Let’s say our predicaments are the same. I, myself, failed monumentally and I long for fulfillment. With the shepherd and his little dragon gone, I see an opportunity for both of us to get what we want. Again, I must request your presence in Ladylake so that we may meet face to face.”

Lunarre grit his teeth. The disembodied voice was right - in spite of everything that had happened, he was still living; still selfishly clinging onto the unfulfilled desires left in him. All the people he had known from that time were either dead or seraphim, and wholly oblivious to his continued existence. They owed him nothing, and vice versa.

What had he to lose?

Cursing under his breath, the hellion turned on his heel and began to walk back  the way he had came.

~~~

Ladylake had changed relatively little in the time since the previous Shepherd had faced off against the then Lord of Calamity, Heldalf. The famed waterwheel was still turning, its cobbled streets as lively as ever, and its shopping district, though altered in content and design, were as busy as they were when Lunarre was stealing from them.

It was almost surreal, being back. Of course, no-one recognised him as he picked his way through the crowds, but that was fine. Natural, considering the circumstances. 

Of course, some buildings had come and gone and others had crumbled into disrepair, abandoned by their previous owners. One such building was Bartlow’s mansion. 

Creeping inside - an easy feat, thanks to the sorry state of the old front door - Lunarre looked around for the owner of the voice he had heard.

“I know you’re here. Show yourself!”

(meme thing) final fantasy c:

SEND ME A FANDOM AND I’LL TELL YOU A CHARACTER I’D ROLEPLAY FROM THAT FANDOM.

// Ooh dear, um… I don’t know jack diddly squat about FF except what I’ve seen in Kingdom Hearts 2, so… probably either Cloud (like his design/attitude) or Aerith (v pretty and seemed a lot like me personality wise). 

Lunarre’s name written in Glenwood script.

nebu-hii-ejamu:

A seraph about Sorey’s physical age glanced out the window, sporting a shiny silver regalia with the ancient crest on it and light blond hair tipped with silver at the ends. He also had an eerie holy glow about him. “Ladylake…. There was a time where this land belonged to the ancient Midgand empire. Humans walked the streets with ancient seraphim, called malakhim at the time, fearing malevolence and turning to the Shepherd of the time…”

He turned to face Lunarre. “So, you’ve come. I bid you greetings, young hellion.”

“Save the pleasantries,” Lunarre spat. “I don’t care about any of that ancient crap.” 

This resonance emitting from the cherubic seraph was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was immense. It was sickening, so much that it took all Lunarre’s concentration to speak without ejecting bile.

Was this a big mistake?

“What do you want from me? Why bring me here?”