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THIS BLOG HAS BEEN ARCHIVED!!
you can now find me at @flammeus !! i’ll try to move as many threads as possible but i also want to have a fresh start with red so we will see. thank you everybody for your patience <3
short tall sentence starters
short
“stupid…!…jar..! come here already!”
“who the heck put that way up there? grr!”
“where is the stool…? oof! if only i was two centimeters taller!”
“i swear to god, if you are laughing at me because i can’t reach i will punch your face”
“are you…laughing at me? well, let you know that I’m closer to your bottom. be careful, jackass.”
“eek! p-p-please! don’t laugh at me!”
“is it bad that i want to chop people’s legs if they were taller than me?”
“Tsk…stupid tall guy/girl.”
“hey, hey, turn for a bit….yeah….and done. What? your back looks like a good table.”
“Hey! come down a bit. My neck hurts.”
“Don’t you dare bend to talk to me.”
“Oh my god! Are you okay? You hit your head hard…heh guess i wouldn’t know the feeling since i am…short.”
“HAHAHA! YOU HIT YOUR HEAD! ARE YOU BLIND?!”
“Aah…it feels great to see a tall person hit their head like that. Satisfying.”
“Damn..that must have hurt. Are you okay?”
“Hey! watch it! what are you? a raging bull? look where you are walking before you bump into people!”
“Ouch! I-I’m sorry..I was in the way. You probably didn’t see me…”
“Can you….get that for me? Please…?”
“Oh, oh! Can you help me? I was trying to get that over there.”
“….Listen, just pick that up and shut up.”
“Ughh just get it already!”
“Thank you for picking it for me!”
“Thanks, I guess…for reaching to pick that up.”
“Gah! shut up! thanks, okay? Happy? tall jerk.”
“Oh! I can get that! It is easy for me!”
“….are you asking me to crawl in there just because i’m short?”
“you did not call me just so i can be your santa little helper, did you?”
“Just because i am short does not mean i am not scared of closed places and dark ones! i cannot go in there!”
“Y-you gonna lift me up?! N-no, it is ok! i can see just fine!”
“Don’t you dare lift me up.”
“Can you lift me up? I am trying to pick up [item] from there.”
“Hey, lift me up! Quickly!”
“I was trying to reach for that–huh? lift me up?….sure. I think…”
“Whoa! The view is amazing here! I’m staying. Nope. I’m not going down.”
“P-please, put me down ….n-now.”
“Are you planning to keep holding me up for a long time?”
“Hey, tall handsome/beautiful~”
“Wow….so tall….”
“Tch…that height is not bad.”
“Care to switch heights?”
“It is my dream to be swept by a tall guy/girl like you~”
“i like it when I fit in your hug…”
“I-it’s creepy how you can …hold me like that.”
“This is my place. mine. I sit here. On your lap. I fit. No complains.”
Tall
“need help with that? i can pick it up for you.”
“let me reach and..here you go.”
“Hahaha, i’m sorry. you just looked so funny trying to reach for that.”
“Pft–sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh at you. your height problem is not a laughing matter.”
“I was not laughing at you, I was …uh, admiring your determination.”
“Yeah, right I was laughing! Are you an idiot? How can you reach with these baby legs?”
“Whoa! where did you come from?! i didn’t see you.”
“I’m sorry! I was not paying attention. I’m sorry again for bumping into you.”
“A-are you okay?! you fell from there! You could have asked for help.”
“–pft ahaha! you can’t even stand on a stool! Shorty!”
“hey, shorty, what are you doing?”
“Pipsqueak came, what’s up?”
“Here comes tiny. What are you up to?”
“Can i lift you? this way you can reach up.”
“Lift you…up? sure. i can do that.”
“E-eh? lift you up? i don’t think i have the strength but…i can try…”
“No way!! I will not lift you up!”
“What will you do for me if i lift you up, eh?”
“I may be tall but that does not mean im strong.”
“are you trying to…climb over my head?”
“Can you see? How about I hoist you up?”
“…..if you wish…i can…carry you on my shoulders…”
“Uh, can you get down already? my back hurts.”
“Someone likes it up there too much…”
“You are so going to give me a massage after this…”
“Hey, cuddleable.”
“You know what i like about you? I can use you as my armrest.”
“You are so adorable, small and huggable.”
“I’m glad I can wrap my arms around you.”
“Heh, you are adorable. Do you like it sitting on my lap like that?”
“You know, it is great that you are shorter. i can rest my chin on your head.”
“I could use you as a weight lift.”
“I could pick you with one arm for sure.”
“Hey, crawl in there. You fit in there, shorty.”
“Did you just…came out of that window? How..?”
“How old are you? W-what?! you are as old as me?! Impossible!”
“Huh..I figured you would be older than you look.”
“Do all short people look mad 24/7?”
“Why are you kicking my legs? I am not going to get shorter by that.”
“Ouch! oww…my head…stupid door frame!”
“Oof–! A-almost…bashed my head into a wall…”
People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘You’re safe with me’ - that’s intimacy.
Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (via boysofbooks)
Why’d you never say any of this to me before? The whole time we were together, why did you never tell me any of this? I don’t know.
“i. your heart is of two voices: the one that says “stay,” and the other that speaks of mountains. ii. for a while, to try it out, you sip on staying like you are six and trying your mother’s unsweetened coffee. for a while, you dream up suburbia. iii. you are inside of a minivan. you are inside of a tea party. you are inside of a lawn which is perfectly green. at this moment, you cannot breathe. iv. you love so hard that it feels as if you cannot love at all. people are at once your anchor and your storm. people are, at once, why you were staying and why now you must go. v. a selfish choice: the platitudes of beige walls or the uncertainty of a night sky full of unclouded stars. vi. your hear is of two voices: one that speaks of boredom and one that speaks of knotting the horizon. vii. you kiss goodbye at a distance. you don’t lock the door. you want to believe you’d come home, but you’re not sure where that is anymore. viii. for the first time, you are sure of two things: 1. that you have done something finally for yourself and 2. that this is causing you both the greatest sorrow and the greatest joy that you have ever felt. ix. the night sky is beautiful, and so is the dawn.”
— run // r.i.d
Detective, if it’s any consolation to your pride, it appears you make me vulnerable, too.
Tell my muse what you think of their significant other.
Then what punishment does Osleya impose?
I’m sorry but name ONE trope better than “broken people with different kinds of baggage come together and form their own family” there is nothing to top it
Fluffy sentence meme
Send one to my muse for their reaction
“You’re so cute, I could just eat you right up.”
“I’m a koala, and you’re my eucalyptus tree!”
“I want a baby. Or ten.”
“Stop booping my nose!”
“You’re really warm.”
“I might have stolen your sweater.”
“Do you want my sweater?”
“Hold my hand.”
“Will you go on a date with me?”
“I love the way you smile.”
“You’re blushing!”
“You’re making me blush!”
“I’m not blushing, honest.”
“You need a password to enter the blanket fort.”
“Can we stay in bed?”
“I’m going to cook you dinner.”
“I ran you a bath.”
“Want to take a bath?”
“Are you just going to keep playing with my hair?”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Stay the night?”
“You’re pretty.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I simply do not vibe with my father
*Mother
*parents
*family
i’m kind of annoyed at the communities belief that dropping threads or liking a starter call and not responded is a terrible thing. like that belief of “oh they didn’t reply to that one starter i wrote one time they’ll never reply to anything why should i even bother”
i don’t support that at all.
so basically, if you don’t mind that your partner may drop threads or not reply/maybe forget to reply to a starter, please reblog this? its so unhealthy for someone like myself who gets afraid to drop threads on the chance that my partners may think i don’t want to write with them, or worse BECAUSE i dropped it they won’t want to write with me.
its a bad cycle to end up hoarding drafts because you’re afraid they’ll be mad at you for dropping it. so if you don’t mind at all and will still continue to want to write with them, reblog this and let your followers know that you are okay with them dropping threads, and you won’t hold it against them.