towalkamongthecobras replied to your post:what do your otp tags mean
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you didn't think you were getting off that easy, did you?
oh, wait, phrasing —
we're not kids anymore.

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towalkamongthecobras replied to your post:what do your otp tags mean
spits coffee
huehuehuehuehuehue
you didn't think you were getting off that easy, did you?
oh, wait, phrasing —
what do your otp tags mean
a billion femships, all from song lyrics!
otp: you look like the perfect fit — stef x shelotp: someone i could live for — stef x bonnieotp: i don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love — stef x lilly
i think at this point i need to come up with one for nate too...i didn't expect that to happen; i blame towalkamongthecobras entirely.
thanks for asking! ;v;
Can't Help Falling In Love || Ingrid Michaelson
Wise men say only fools rush in — Oh, but I can't help falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?
Like a river flows surely to the sea, Darling, so it goes — some things are meant to be. So take my hand, and take my whole life too, 'Cause I can't help falling in love with you.
I’d give anything to get away from what scares me the most
Too bad it’s myself
Well, seein’ as I left my bag of rotten vegetables in my other pants, don’t go worryin’ yourself none. -Each word is a slow tongue-flick that tickles the roof of his mouth. Despite how careless and laid-back he managed to play his voice, it too was an effort, one that at least came naturally these days from practice.-
'Course, I wouldn't hit'cha with any. Them's good eats. -And it's not like she's that terrible on the eyes either. There were much better activities for a face like hers. Sensing her initial reluctance, Nate parks an elbow against the bar, resting his chin against the rough, red crust flaking off in his palm. Lips pursed, he slides the hand up along his jaw while the elbow unconciously slides farther along the counter, and eventually prompts him to lean at a precarious angle at the ledge of the bar. Scratching his stubble, head craned to the far wall, his large eyes suddenly dart sideways and stick to her, almost as if he'd expected her to ignore his “nonchalant” interest.-
Seriously, I’ll only laugh if ya sound like a chipmunk.
-Sitting back up straight with a smile as she relents, Nate leans over the counter to get a better look at how her fingers pluck the strings. Although it’s easy to get distracted while her chest expands with each note chirped. She really isn’t that bad, given the circumstances. Seemed like those chipmunk cheeks of hers could carry a canary’s tune after all. As her voice softens, he tips the bill of his cap back to scrutinize how she works her lips around each dying sound.-
Shit. You wanna be my new radio?
Stephanie slows her fingers on the strings, holding them silent against the flattened palm of her hand, the steel wire warm and familiar against her skin. Truth be told, they could use a polishing, the way they leave stains on her fingertips now — but you try finding the right kind of oil for it these days.
She knows it's too kind, and she doesn't half-trust his intentions, but there's something... well, if not decent, at least close to it, under that rough and abrasive exterior.
"I think you're probably being too nice."
"I'm glad you liked it, though," she says, smiling, tucking a few errant strands of thick, dark hair behind her ear.
In the lull, it occurs to her that she hasn't even asked his name — something she would never have considered letting happen before. And maybe she can't trust him farther than she can throw him, but everything seems all right. So far, anyway.
"You can keep calling me Canary if you want. Name's Stephanie, though. Stef," she offers. "How 'bout you?"
They were almost done with checking over the flash lights when Becca cursed and started thumping one against her palm. Anxiety rising, Shel abandoned her workload and got ready to question the teen, only for a cackle of laughter to ring out.
“Gotcha, sucker!”
So it wasn’t broken?
Dark eyebrows furrowing with irritation, Shel aimed a lazy swat for the back of her sister’s head. She gave a long suffering sigh when the girl simply ducked away.
“Know what?” She said, keeping her voice neutral. “I’m gonna go see if Boyd or Joyce need any help.”
A grunt was all she received in response, so she shook her head and stepped out of the diner. Truth be told, she knew the two oldest members of the group were fine on their own. She just needed a break from Becca’s bored antics.
“Hey Sleepyhead.” The greeting was murmured to Stef as Shel made her way to the RV. On her way past, she gave a smile that warmed dark eyes out of their irritated slits. She stopped walking and inclined her head. “You okay?”
The sound of the diner door sounded behind her, but it wasn't until Shel approached that Stephanie managed to shake off her early morning reverie, rubbing a hand briefly over her eyes as she looked up, smiling, still a little sleepily.
"Oh — hey, Shel."
She shrugged, her arms falling gently to her sides.
"Guess I'm a little slow this morning," she said, a little sheepishly. "No big deal."
The light blue of her eyes flickered past the other woman to the diner, a slight knowing look of amusement in her expression.
"How's things goin' in there?"
It didn't get any easier — waking up into the cold gray light of a morning just like the one before it. Sure, it was a routine now, washing up with cold water as quick as the job could be done, working a brush through her hair, finding something to wear that wasn't yet abhorrent to the senses.
That didn't make it easier.
Stephanie had just gotten used to it.
Oh, well, she thought, stretching her arms over her head and scanning the empty parking lot of the rest stop. At least it was quiet, in the mornings. Almost peaceful.
The Boys Of Summer || KT Tunstall
I can see you — Your brown skin shinin' in the sun, You got your hair combed back And those sunglasses on, baby. I can tell you my love for you will still be strong After the boys of summer have gone.
I never will forget those nights — I wonder if it was a dream? Remember how I made you crazy? Remember how you made me scream?
And I don't understand what happened to our love.
Shel.
"I — ! … Not likely."
She crosses her arms tightly, across her chest, hugging herself protectively as her shoulders hunch. No matter the secret, bittersweet thoughts that keep her up at night sometimes, there’s too much at stake to let them be anything more than daydreams.
"I’d have to tell her first."
Tell my muse who you ship them with and they will respond to being told this.
Move the ‘X’ to the box that most applies to your character.
[ ] Lawful Good
Acts with compassion and a sense of duty. The type to uphold a sworn oath and will protect innocents at most costs.
[ X ] Neutral good
Acts with in a positive manner, although will not value tradition or rules to act as such.
[ ] Chaotic Good
Acts with a rebellious, free-spirited nature but still quite positively. They do the right thing, but are often disorganized and/or not aligned with the rest of society.
[ ] Lawful Neutral
Acts with a strong belief in concepts like honor, rules, and code. Typically places a strong faith in order- they obey or give orders.
[ ] True Neutral
They don’t align strongly with good or evil, nor do they with chaotic or lawful. They usually are undecided between the 4 sections or just gravitate right in the middle.
[ ] Chaotic Neutral
Acts with strong individualist nature and they have a very ‘screw the rules!’ attitude. The individual will follow their heart and promote freedom, but theirs comes first.
[ ] Lawful Evil
Acts with honor, but don’t care in the slightest for the freedoms and rights of others. Very concerned with self-benefit at times, and will twist rules and codes to favor them.
[ ] Neutral Evil
Acts extremely selfishly with no problems concerning betraying others at a moment’s notice. They typically make allies just to further themselves.
[ ] Chaotic Evil
Acts with no respect for anything except their own desires and selfish goals. They place high value on freedom for the self, but do not care for others’ freedoms. Often associated with chaos and destruction.
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"Nah, I don’t wanna overdo it."
"Don’t want to attract negative attention."
"This is a fascinating exercise in paradox."
"I don't think I've been this entertained since college."
"Nope. Just statin’ a fact."
"Well — congrats on the manliness, then."
"I uh... I think you forgot to flex, though."
"I’m fine. Just real busy bein’ manly as fuck.”
"Oh, I see... uh, you hoping to impress someone?"
"footballs! the hamburger! womans’ boubs! bro, i am a man"
"Uh —"
"Are you feeling all right...?"