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The three firebrands (and guests)- Incorrect Quotes Part 21
Avar: the moon looks beautiful, doesn't it?
Elzar, looking at Avar: yeah… but do you know what’s more beautiful?
Avar and Elzar in unison: [sighs] Stellan
Stellan: Are you sure this is the right direction?
Elzar: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!
Avar: In that case, we're definitely lost.
Elzar: Avar, why do you have 32 written on your arm?
Avar: I have no idea. Maybe it’s some sort of code, or maybe it’s my age. Do I look 32 to you? Tell me the truth. No, you know what… don’t.
Stellan: Well if we wrote it down, it must be something important.
Avar: Hey we should write down other stuff that seems important so we don’t forget.
Elzar, writing on Avar’s arm: Yeah, okay. Um, well, hats.
Stellan: Hats, obviously.
Elzar: Obviously.
Avar: Okay. Ah, what else? I feel like there was…
Elzar: A number.
Avar: Oh yes! 32. Write that down too.
The eternal rule of going to a resteraunt with paper on the tables is to draw something
Midoriya: how many hours of sleep can you skip before should start hallucinating?
Shinsou who hasn’t slept since the word wasn’t a mess: 36 hours
Midoriya:
Shinsou:
Midoriya: how do you know that?
Shinsou looking behind Midoriya with wide eye: a magician never reveals their secrets
Midoriya:
Shinsou leaving: oh and bye the way say hi to the demon behind you he gets lonely
*Midoriya inhuman leave of screaming*
Everything is Made of Stars
Everything is made of stars
Flickering lights out on the sea
Glass eyes of dead monsters still seeing
You, huddled in your blanket on the porch
Kelp washing up on the beach
You’ll collect it in the morning
Braid it into your hair
Purple lightning and no moon
Clouds deep as the midnight
And the glint in your eye
Seeing the flashing scales
Rise and fall
Back into the ocean
You fall asleep
You sleep a long time
i wanna consume every piece of media in which timothy olyphant has ever shown his pretty face, even if it was for the shortest seconds. it's an URGE now.
me scrounging for decent fics on ff.net and tumblr (god forbid, maybe even... wattpad...) will be my 13th reason
non-royal au where simon and wille are regular teenagers who become friends at university. their group regularly goes to a neighborhood pub's open mic nights, where simon will occasionally perform original songs and covers. one night he asks wille to record his set, in case he wants to upload some of it to youtube or instagram. afterwards, as he's sitting back down at their table to the usual raucous applause, one of the newer additions to their friend circle teases wille that he'd looked like an eager rock star's girlfriend, moving around the room with his phone to get simon's best angles. wille snorts. "i wish," he says. "i'm just a groupie he'll never notice." they all laugh and move on, but later that night, alone in his room, simon watches back the videos wille took. like an actual grandfather, wille had filmed the whole thing on front-facing camera, so while it captures how great simon had sounded, it only shows wille's face as he's watching simon perform. simon laughs about it at first, but then he notices wille's expression. it staggers him, the way wille is looking at him. he's not sure anyone's ever looked at him like that, like he hung the stars.
he hesitates, and then he swipes out of the video and sends wille a text.
what did you mean when you said 'i wish'?
LOVING YOU IS MY FAVORITE LIE
— azriel x fem!reader
“ for either an eternity or a second, it seems as though it is impossible to take a breath. you crave for the sweet relief of cool air into your lungs, but no matter how much you tense your shoulders, it never comes. ”
Alex was widely known as a formidable figure—sharp, calculating and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that surrounded them. As the top negotiator for a prominent corporation, Alex's reputation for ruthless efficiency preceded them in every boardroom and back alley they came across. Few dared to cross paths with Alex and even fewer earned their respect.
Maya on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air in the dull city, a vibrant soul with an infectious laugh that could brighten even the dreariest of days. Maya thrived on the thrill of life, navigating through social circles with ease and leaving behind a trail of smiles wherever she went. But beneath her joyful exterior lay a streak of selfishness, an unspoken desire to put her own happiness above all else.
Fate intervened one evening at Lumina's annual gala, where the city's elite gathered. Amid the opulence and chatter, a sudden power outage plunged the grand event into darkness. Panic ensued as guests fumbled in the pitch-black corridors. Alex, unperturbed by the chaos, calmly made their way towards the malfunctioning elevator, seeking refuge from the commotion.
Unbeknownst to Alex, Maya had found herself in the same predicament. Her radiant smile, usually undimmed, faltered in the darkness. As the elevator doors closed, sealing them together in a confined space, Maya's unease was palpable.
"Great," Maya muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and nervousness. "Stuck in an elevator during a blackout. Just perfect."
Alex, standing stoically beside her, barely acknowledged the complaint. Instead, they assessed the situation with a cool efficiency that Maya found both intimidating and intriguing.
"Relax," Alex said, their voice steady. "We'll be out soon enough."
Maya, surprised by the calm assurance, couldn't help but be curious. She glanced at Alex, noticing the determination etched in their expression. Despite their aloof demeanor, there was something compelling about Alex—a hidden depth that piqued Maya's interest.
As minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Alex's composed demeanor remained unwavering. Maya, feeling a sense of admiration mixed with relief, decided to break the tense silence.
"You seem like you've been in situations like this before," Maya remarked, attempting to lighten the mood.
Alex's lips quirked slightly, a hint of amusement softening their stern features. "A few times," they admitted. "It comes with the territory."
Maya grinned, her usual spark returning. "Well, lucky for me, I'm stuck with an expert."
In that unexpected moment of camaraderie, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, a connection sparked between them—a connection that would set the stage for a remarkable journey. A journey that neither of them were ready for.
The couple that slays (assasins) together, stays together.
(I just ... really love them, OK?)
Super quick doodle of Laris and Zhaban from Star Trek: Picard.
I need to stop following and befriending people with TMNT OCs, I can't draw fanart of every one of them hnnngh. And @princessjadyn15 ( <- the creator of this OC) you need to stop hurting Dawn istg