Moon in Her Eyes

I'm Jem Hopper, portal-jumper, part-time witch and demigoddess. Just your average small-town girl!

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Meme sentences

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird."

"You’re under arrest."

[theloveofarabbit]

A Rabbit Hole is a Looking Glass | @labrujitabuena​ | Older Usagi is here to help!

labrujitabuena

Magic was a tricky thing and Usagi didn’t have the patience to finagle with the finer points of it. Pixie dust, however, she knew. There were always pouches of it on her and that was just enough to see her through. As the cool surface of the mirror allowed her through the storefront, she stood and admired what she recalled as childhood in Storybrooke. She pressed her fingertips against the window and smiled at the street just slightly below. Realizing she was still inside a building and had used a store’s mirror, she sneakily stepped from the window before anyone had noticed her and slipped out the front door. Home. She was home. She had spent a long time walking up and down these sidewalks while being a mischievous little girl on the search for people to latch onto and trouble to get into. But now, she was searching for someone else… Cristel said she would be around here somewhere..

[labrujitabuena-blog]

Still bewildered as ever, Jemima made her way down the mainstreet, map in hand, trying to keep her head down. Trying to find her way while not being seen was definitely easier said than done. 

And where was she planning to go, anyway? Not certain. None of this was certain. Every bit of it, a haphazard plan to be made up as she went along.

She could only hope the pieces of the puzzle were going to fall into place eventually. 

[theloveofarabbit]

"Puh-lease." Usagi held her hand up and rolled her eyes, then lopped over to the bench. She wiggled herself onto the bench and let out a dramatic sigh. "You’re kind of a dork. Did you just say that all cause you don’t practice so you can’t be sure your magic isn’t gonna work? Maybe you need a wand with training wheels."

[labrujitabuena-blog]

Jemima went rigid at the sound of the voice. Her neck practically snapped as she looked over to see who it was, hoping against hope it wasn't who it must have been. Her mouth fell open when her suspicions were confirmed, but she did her best not to make this surprise evident to the girl beside her. 

"A dork would probably be better at magic," she corrected, leaning against her fist. "Or would that be a nerd? I dunno..."

Having realized the implication of her technically older sister being here, she searched the surrounding area with her eyes.

"So did your, uh-...parents come with you, or...?" 

[nxtyourtrinket-blog]

"I’d like to see you try-" She reared out her own set of fangs. Feeling the other side of who she was bitterly resent any form of threatening remark. "Is that how you greet everyone? Who even walks in this direction;" She scoffed.

[labrujitabuena-blog]

"It is when I'm this stressed out..." she replied before finally relenting to look up. "Sorry, can I help? If you're lost I'm afraid there's not much I can do." Jemima smiled wanly and gestured at the map in her lap. "I'm a little directionally-challenged myself." 

[labrujitabuena-blog]

As focused as she might have been on scribbling on her map, Jemima could still sense the approach of someone behind her. She didn't get up from where she sat on the park bench, nor did she even turn around. 

"Tell me who you are and what you want or I'll turn you into a roach and step on you. Or-...something similarly gross, depending on what my special talent wants to do today. Well, come on, mystery person, can't you see I'm busy?"

[neverfxrgivearchive]

"No, you weren’t." He sniffled and wiped at his face continuously. Mordred didn’t want help form her. He just wanted to find who he had to and be. There was no getting over it but he had to be strong he promised his mother he would be but it didn’t stop him from wanting her while he was scared. He didn’t come here alone, people had followed him along. And he would never be safe.

"We’re getting you where you want. So where do we have to go?" he continued and brought out a map from his back pocket.

[labrujitabuena-blog]

If she didn't feel awful before, Jemima definitely did now. There was really no good reason, like, ever, to make a kid cry like that. While she could have just let it go and allow him to lead her where she needed to be without offering an apology, her conscience got the best of her. 

"Okay, but look, seriously...I was being a big bag of do-...a jerk. I was being a huge jerk. I'm sorry. I shouldn't mean to a little kid. If you still want help after this, just, you know-...let me know, okay? Obviously I'm not great with directions, but I've got what they call intuition. I've found people before with an even worse idea of where I was so, really...just let me know."

[neverfxrgivearchive]

He was upset, visibly upset now. “I’m not a big boy. I don’t want to be a big boy. I never wanted to be here without my mommy. I just want my mommy.” Mordred hung his head low and wiped at his tears angry with her an wanting to hurt her. He felt like screaming and shattering the glass around them but he inhaled and tried to take control of himself.

Morderd wasn’t supposed to go see his father; no not that man. He didn’t want to see the reason why he had to be sent here. “Fine keep your secrets. Just tell me where you want to go and then we can part ways.”

[labrujitabuena-blog]

Jemima found her facade of resilience falling to the wayside when he began crying harder and asking for his mom. It was difficult to keep a stiff upper lip when  a kid cried, even a bratty, creepy one like him. 

"Al-alright, alright...don't cry, I was just...teasing...do you happen to know where your mommy might be? Maybe I can help you, you can help me. Here's a secret, just between you and me...I'm a witch. Sort of okay at it. I could help, really. Maybe."

[neverfxrgivearchive]

"I’m not lost!" He shouted, this was the first time he had been without his mother. He missed her terribly and the thought of seeing her here, having a blank empty face when he would come towards her broke him. But he did not show such a heart ache, he remained quiet and fuming.

Mordred felt so angry with her. He licked his lower lip and wanted to see how much she knew about anything. “If I help you get to where you’re going, then you escort me to Oberon, my father.” He had wanted something to eat at first but now he wanted to mock her. “Now, your name stranger.”

[labrujitabuena-blog]

"Hey," she snapped, having lost what microscopic potential for sympathy she might've been able to offer the boy. "You upset? Big boys don't cry, you know." 

Jemima stiffened just a little when he mentioned the name of his father as it only furthered her distrust. She knew better than to show her intimidation.

"Dahlia...Fitzgerald," she lied in response. "Or something like that. My memory's fuzzy. 'Gets that way around people associated with your Dad. Funny, right? Anyway, I bet your idea of payment wasn't just my name. What do you really want, Oliver Twist?" 

[neverfxrgivearchive]

"I have a map, my mother made me a map of the place." He wrinkled his nose wishing he knew what she was talking about but felt as though he should be insulted.

Mordred turned his back at her, “Kindred, no. We have the same problem but I’m not here by accident. Are you? I’m here because I have to be. And you’re not my friend. But I will help you if you give me something.”

[labrujitabuena-blog]

"Same problem? So you're lost too," she sighed in frustration. He did have a map, allegedly, she reminded herself, which was much more than she did. "Nope, not an accident. I had every intention of coming here. But that's my business. So what do you want, kid? If you were normal I'd offer you candy or something. But then again, a normal kid probably wouldn't be able to help me." 

[neverfxrgivearchive]

He studied the girl carefully, her bumbling had her pegged to him as a blatant buffoon. His eyes narrowed, “You don’t want help, then I won’t give it to you.”

Mordred turned on his heels and pulled up his hood. He wasn’t wearing modern clothes. Nothing of the sort adorned his little body, he wore garbs from another time. “No. And yes.”

[labrujitabuena-blog]

"Uh, now hold on there," she said, reaching out a preventive hand with no real plans to touch him. He was unnerving enough as it was from far away. "Who said I didn't want help? I want help. I need help. Do you know your way around this town or were you just bluffing? Look. Wanna know a secret? I'm not just...not from here. I'm not from this time. Okay, not entirely true. Two year old me is squirming around somewhere. I just need to figure out where. Something tells me from the whole...Child of The Corn thing you have going on here that you don't exactly fit in either. So...kindred spirits, right? Help a friend out." 

[neverfxrgivearchive]

He stared at her, his eyes wide and curious. Though his concern for her plight was ever fleeting he waited for her to finish her rambling. Although a child he was very intelligence and conniving. “I might be able to help you.”

[labrujitabuena-blog]

To say she was a little unnerved by the boy's sudden appearance would be something of an understatement, but she knew better than to judge someone by it...borderline-creepy kid or no. 

"Oh...really, you? That's- I mean...that's really nice, thank you! I just need directions somewhere. Things are little different than where-...well, where I come from." She looked up, licking her lips nervously as she looked for some sign of an adult that might be accompanying him. "Your...parents wouldn't be around here, would they?" 

[labrujitabuena-blog]

"Uh, hi. Yeah- hey there. Don't mind me. Really, please don't. Nothing unusual about me. Unless...do you want to help me? I'm, uh-...new here. You good with directions? I'm not. Could use a little assistance, if you happen to know your way around!"