Saiyan and Proud

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Adventures of a Time Patroller 

Art and writing by Jenny    

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[saiyanandproud]

Mariko stomped on Rex's foot at the poorly delivered lines -- too forceful, she thought sending him a quick glare. She hoped telephathy could be a thing, but then again, she was aware her looks could talk well enough.

"Oh course," the receptionist smiled suavely. "We're most honoured you chose us for your special getaway."

"Oh, yes!" Mariko cooed as she wrapped her arm around Rex's and dragged him close. "A very special one! We're high-school sweethearts, you know?"

The receptionist offered a well-rehearsed smile and typed on the keyboard, distractedly staring at the computer screen.

"Ah, yes, I have your reservation for the honeymoon suite. Please," he said, passing them a couple of magnetic keys, "do enjoy your stay. You can leave the luggages here, we'll bring them up to your room in a moment. The lifts," he added, gesturing at the opposite side of the hall, "are that way. You'll be on the top floor, you can use your magnetic cards to access it."

Mariko took the keys and passed one to Rex, beaming stupidly.

"You heard, sweetie-poo?? We got the suite!" She took him by the wrist and dragged him across the hall, waving at the receptionist. "Thank you a lot! Please be quick with our luggage, I want to visit the swimming pool as soon as possible!"

Once in the lift, she tapped the card on the screen and pressed the button to the seventh floor; when the doors closed, she heaved a quick breath.

"Well. So far so good. I'm looking forward to the suite," she grinned. Hopefully it'll be nice.

When the doors opened again, there was only a short corridor ahead of them, and a single door on the opposite side of it, the label on it reading "Honeymoon Suite". Mariko crossed the corridor in a couple of large steps, tapped the card on the lock and opened the door.

The suite was, in all honesty, stunning. A wide, bright living room opened before them, with a small table in the middle, a couch on the side, and a large balcony stretching all over the opposite wall. A door to the left led to the bedroom, with a large canopy bed and and towels folded in the shape of swans on it. On the right, a door to the bathroom, with a large hot tub inside.

"Well, this looks fancy," Mariko commented, walking in and glancing all around. "Look, we even have a jacuzzi on the balcony! This might become one of the nicest missions I've ever took part to," she chuckled.

[stgzr]

"AWP!"

Rex let off a small yelp before putting on a new smile, leaning into Mariko as well. Trying not to grimace at the thought of getting his feet stepped on or ears pulled by the Patroller since they were teenagers. Just nodding and making somewhat pained noises of agreement until it was time to carry their bags to the suite. Hopping on one leg cartoonishly, all the while.

♫

Now, Rex had to agree: it was classier accommodations than he was normally used to. He'd seen rooms like these on TV or while flying by places, but rarely could afford them on his own. He took in the ambience and double-checked the room service menu left out on a table, briefly daydreaming about champagne and lobsters (while shoving his bruised foot into the ice bucket the champagne came in).

No, wait. They had a job to do...

"Most of our relaxing and stuff, we're just gonna do it to blend in, right?" said Rex, after double-checking the room for listening devices or whatever it was he could remember from spy films. "Because I heard the pool has a bar built right into it... a likely spot to listen for juicy information, I think."

[saiyanandproud]

"You really are a spoilsport, you know?" Mariko muttered, letting herself fall on one of the white armchairs in the living room. However, the suggestion about the pool soon reawakened her spirit; she sat up and clapped her hands excitedly.

"Oooh, good thinking! And I'm sure they have some happy hour special where we can meedle in and find out more about the hotel guests," she mused, tapping a finger on her chin. "Now we just have to find out when--"

A clear doorbell interrupted her. Mariko jumped up and headed to the door, opening it to find a valet in front of it, his hand resting on a brass cart.

"I have your luggages, Mrs Carrot," the valet smiled. "Where can I put them?"

"The bedroom would be fine," Mariko smiled. "Thank you..." She glanced at the name tag on his vest. "Tom."

"You're most welcome. Excuse me..."

Tom pushed the cart inside and unloaded it, placing their luggaes on a couple of luggage holders that were hidden behind the door. Mariko followed him, careful to not miss any move.

"Anything else I can do for you?" Tom asked.

"Well, yes actually." Mariko shared a quick glance with Rex. "We were just wondering if you happen to have any happy hour event, maybe by the pool... To celebrate our honeymoon, right, sweetie-poo?" She chimed, blowing Rex a kiss before lacing her hands together behind her back.

"Indeed." Tom nodded. "It should start in about a hour, in fact."

"Oh, that's perfect!" Mariko's finger tapped on the screen of her camouflaged Chronodevice. "Do you have any recommendation for our special event?"

"We can arrange a special table for you two, if you'd like," Tom offered. "With a special drink on the house."

"That would be lovely!" Mariko theatrically clapped her hands together. "Thank you!"

"You're most welcome, Mrs Carrot."

Mariko quickly slid her hand with the Chronodevice in a pocket of her shorts. As if summoned by her mind, a generous tip matching the local currency materialised in her hand.

"Here," Mariko smiled, handing the bills to the valet. "Thank you for everything, Tom. We'll make sure to ask for you if we have any special request, would that be okay?"

"I'd be more than happy to help," Tom beamed, taking the tip with a deep bow. "Please, count on me for anything."

With that, Tom grabbed his cart and walked out of the suite, closing the door behind him. Mariko waited a minute before turning at Rex with a grin.

"Well, time to wear your swim trunks," she announced. "It's almost happy hour time."

[saiyanandproud]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIKO!

Born on 7/7, Tanabata day, yet I never made a drawing celebrating both occasions… Until today.

May your wishes come true, my little gremlin!

[saiyanandproud]

Mariko gave Rex a confused look at the nickname -- Castor Bean? -- but whatever the implications, they easily flew over her head as they carried on towards a big, white, modern building shining under the sunlight.

"Exactly," she answered with a grin. "Thank my sweet lil' Chronodevice here," she said, giving her wrist a gentle tap with her finger, the Chronodevice now disguised as a simple smartwatch, "it'll give me all I need with a few touches of my fingers. That," she glanced at one of the luggages, "it's mostly for cover. And a few snacks I packed before leaving. The Time Patrol wouldn't cover them."

With that they entered the lobby, where a bored man sat behind the desk, sniffing over his thin moustaches as he wrote something on a computer.

"Good morning to you sir!" Mariko smiled widely. "We have a reservation! Under the name... Uh. Carrots." She nodded. "Mr and Mrs Carrots!"

[stgzr]

"If you say so. But don't leave me hanging! I may have superpowers, and skill in using them carefully, but something tells me I'll be relying on you a lot during this trip."

Rex shuffled after Mariko, setting the suitcases down for a moment. Mostly just huffing and puffing, making noises of agreement with Mrs. Carrots.

"That's right! Ah... Darling is amazing, she planned all of this. Ho ho. A much needed getaway from lives in offices and cities. I can't wait to share fruity drinks and hit the beach. Aha..."

[saiyanandproud]

Mariko stomped on Rex's foot at the poorly delivered lines -- too forceful, she thought sending him a quick glare. She hoped telephathy could be a thing, but then again, she was aware her looks could talk well enough.

"Oh course," the receptionist smiled suavely. "We're most honoured you chose us for your special getaway."

"Oh, yes!" Mariko cooed as she wrapped her arm around Rex's and dragged him close. "A very special one! We're high-school sweethearts, you know?"

The receptionist offered a well-rehearsed smile and typed on the keyboard, distractedly staring at the computer screen.

"Ah, yes, I have your reservation for the honeymoon suite. Please," he said, passing them a couple of magnetic keys, "do enjoy your stay. You can leave the luggages here, we'll bring them up to your room in a moment. The lifts," he added, gesturing at the opposite side of the hall, "are that way. You'll be on the top floor, you can use your magnetic cards to access it."

Mariko took the keys and passed one to Rex, beaming stupidly.

"You heard, sweetie-poo?? We got the suite!" She took him by the wrist and dragged him across the hall, waving at the receptionist. "Thank you a lot! Please be quick with our luggage, I want to visit the swimming pool as soon as possible!"

Once in the lift, she tapped the card on the screen and pressed the button to the seventh floor; when the doors closed, she heaved a quick breath.

"Well. So far so good. I'm looking forward to the suite," she grinned. Hopefully it'll be nice.

When the doors opened again, there was only a short corridor ahead of them, and a single door on the opposite side of it, the label on it reading "Honeymoon Suite". Mariko crossed the corridor in a couple of large steps, tapped the card on the lock and opened the door.

The suite was, in all honesty, stunning. A wide, bright living room opened before them, with a small table in the middle, a couch on the side, and a large balcony stretching all over the opposite wall. A door to the left led to the bedroom, with a large canopy bed and and towels folded in the shape of swans on it. On the right, a door to the bathroom, with a large hot tub inside.

"Well, this looks fancy," Mariko commented, walking in and glancing all around. "Look, we even have a jacuzzi on the balcony! This might become one of the nicest missions I've ever took part to," she chuckled.

[saiyanandproud]

"Heh, trunks."

A stupid recurrend joke among Patrollers ever since being just rookies at the academy, but Mariko always fell for it -- especially since their poor leader seemed to always be flustered by the play on words. She turned to glance at Rex with an impressed look, grinning in amusement.

"Oh, nice touch," she approved with a nod. "No one would say you're some detective undercover, Squishy Poo."

She laced her arm under his and dragged Rex on the portal base. After giving a nod to the Patroller behind the controls, she looked up: a flash of blue light swallowed them, and after the familiar tug that left her with a lightly dizzy feeling, they both ended up in what looked like a tropical forest, the birds on the trees welcoming them with squaks of protests.

"Alright, the resort is that way." Mariko let go of Rex to type on her chronodevice again; two large suitcases materialised at their feet.

"Come on, dear, pick them up," she smiled as she headed towards the hotel. "You surely won't let your tropical flower lift anything heavy on her first day of vacation, right?"

[stgzr]

"Harrrumph! Of course not, my dear ~Castor Bean~."

Rex had purposefully named a deadly plant. But at the same time one that was still beautifully ornamental (and an economical compliment too-- since it derived castor oil). He turned aside and took up the suitcases before following Mariko's lead.

"Hey. You asked me about my preparations-- what have you got?? I'm carryin' the bags and my swim stuff. What's that leave you with, the cool gadgets?"

[saiyanandproud]

Mariko gave Rex a confused look at the nickname -- Castor Bean? -- but whatever the implications, they easily flew over her head as they carried on towards a big, white, modern building shining under the sunlight.

"Exactly," she answered with a grin. "Thank my sweet lil' Chronodevice here," she said, giving her wrist a gentle tap with her finger, the Chronodevice now disguised as a simple smartwatch, "it'll give me all I need with a few touches of my fingers. That," she glanced at one of the luggages, "it's mostly for cover. And a few snacks I packed before leaving. The Time Patrol wouldn't cover them."

With that they entered the lobby, where a bored man sat behind the desk, sniffing over his thin moustaches as he wrote something on a computer.

"Good morning to you sir!" Mariko smiled widely. "We have a reservation! Under the name... Uh. Carrots." She nodded. "Mr and Mrs Carrots!"

[stgzr]

@saiyanandproud from here

"Knowing you, I bet you'd come up with something like Squishy or BooBoo Bear..."

Rex was grumbling as he fished through a duffel bag to see what he'd have to wear as part of his disguise. Thankfully it wasn't anything too elaborate. But he did have to memorize a fake ID.

"Says here we're vacationing in the area as part of our honeymoon. Not that I don't wanna do fun stuff together, but do we have to approach sickening levels of mushy-mush to sell our cover story? What's the actual mission?!"

[saiyanandproud]

"Oh, Squishy? I like Squishy!"

Mariko tapped on her Chronodevice to change her attire, from the Time Patrol suit into a pair of shorts and an orange top. She fixed the blue Capsule Corp cap on her head and checked the holographic documentation projected in the air.

"Looks like we have to track some kind of smuggler. The Time Patrol is onto her, has been chasing her for a while, but she keeps hopping through dimensions... And she's a shapeshifter, which doesn't help." She shrugged and wiped off the screen with a gesture of her hand.

"They can track her ki, though. Last time, she's been spotted on some tropical island. I hope they gave you a swimming suit as well?" She grinned, glancing at the duffel bag as they made their way towards the Teleportal.

[stgzr]

"I've been meaning to buy a new pair of... trunks."

Rex thought about the similarly named legend among the time patrol. As well as the Kais, who oversaw the whole organization. Mostly grousing at how they had him and Mariko playing spy like this. He threw on an aloha shirt with a pattern of flowers and wavy palm tree fronds over a nice shade of ocean blue. Kicking off sneakers in favor of sandals and a pair of shorts. Swimwear he'd probably try a local gift shop for.

"Oh oh. I got just the thing."

♫

He put on a pair of sunglasses with a teal frame and purple lenses, festively coloring. He figured his eyes might betray him, a look from a discerning expression, or a glow of his own superpowers.

"Alright... from here on out, call me Arno... dear."

The cover story would take some getting used to...

[saiyanandproud]

"Heh, trunks."

A stupid recurrend joke among Patrollers ever since being just rookies at the academy, but Mariko always fell for it -- especially since their poor leader seemed to always be flustered by the play on words. She turned to glance at Rex with an impressed look, grinning in amusement.

"Oh, nice touch," she approved with a nod. "No one would say you're some detective undercover, Squishy Poo."

She laced her arm under his and dragged Rex on the portal base. After giving a nod to the Patroller behind the controls, she looked up: a flash of blue light swallowed them, and after the familiar tug that left her with a lightly dizzy feeling, they both ended up in what looked like a tropical forest, the birds on the trees welcoming them with squaks of protests.

"Alright, the resort is that way." Mariko let go of Rex to type on her chronodevice again; two large suitcases materialised at their feet.

"Come on, dear, pick them up," she smiled as she headed towards the hotel. "You surely won't let your tropical flower lift anything heavy on her first day of vacation, right?"

[stgzr]

@saiyanandproud from here

"Knowing you, I bet you'd come up with something like Squishy or BooBoo Bear..."

Rex was grumbling as he fished through a duffel bag to see what he'd have to wear as part of his disguise. Thankfully it wasn't anything too elaborate. But he did have to memorize a fake ID.

"Says here we're vacationing in the area as part of our honeymoon. Not that I don't wanna do fun stuff together, but do we have to approach sickening levels of mushy-mush to sell our cover story? What's the actual mission?!"

[saiyanandproud]

"Oh, Squishy? I like Squishy!"

Mariko tapped on her Chronodevice to change her attire, from the Time Patrol suit into a pair of shorts and an orange top. She fixed the blue Capsule Corp cap on her head and checked the holographic documentation projected in the air.

"Looks like we have to track some kind of smuggler. The Time Patrol is onto her, has been chasing her for a while, but she keeps hopping through dimensions... And she's a shapeshifter, which doesn't help." She shrugged and wiped off the screen with a gesture of her hand.

"They can track her ki, though. Last time, she's been spotted on some tropical island. I hope they gave you a swimming suit as well?" She grinned, glancing at the duffel bag as they made their way towards the Teleportal.

[saiyanandproud]

"Undercover mission? You mean we have to make up fake identities... ooh ooh, I could be a pirate, or a biker, or--" He looked at the fake passports and frowned. "--Married couple?!"

Mariko looked at the documents in turn. "Oh?" She frowned. "Oh." Then beamed. "Ooooooh~"

She leaned over to Rex with a grin, giving him a wink.

"So, how do you wanna be called? Hubby? Dear? Sweetie? Pookie?"

[saiyanandproud]

”Oi oi. Mariko: when’d they add that big hologram of you to Conton?!…”

Rex got jumpscared by the time patrol’s heartfelt tribute to her… he’s still clutching his chest like he almost had a heart attack.

"I know! Pretty neat, right?"

"Chronoa made me Patroller of the month! Highest number of missions, and highest number of accomplished tasks -- not a single failure or retreat."

"At first I thought it'd be a little tacky, but the more I see it, the more I think I deserve a huge ass statue like that..."

[viopolis]

[ @saiyanandproud opened a 🎁 ROBOT MASTER BLIND BOX! ]

The Ministry of Science's robotics wing typically enjoyed a healthy flow of curious visitors, despite the fact it hosted its most controversial exhibit by far. Every day, dozens, if not hundreds of people passed by the perserved bodies of the androids that, barely a decade ago, leveled entire districts of the city. Some averted their eyes -- even all that time later, the reality was still difficult to swallow.

Today, it was quiet. Fuse Man had carefully picked the date and time with the lowest estimated foot traffick for the entire month. The First Generation invited enough dissent merely by having their memorial here, in disassembly displays and cutaway diagrams, for all to see. The nervous people of Eclipse did not need to stress themselves further by speculating about what an android might be thinking, looking at the remains of their predecessors.

Fuse Man was fresh from an examination at one of ODA's buildings; as expected, all of his systems were still operating within ideal parameters. None of his replacement parts had failed, and so he had collected his inspection slip, scheduled his mandatory visit for the upcoming year, and came here.

It was sunny, even if it was late. Sunbeams were spoking through the domed window above. Fuse Man suspected the Firsts had been placed carefully, so that the concentrated heat from days under those beams didn't melt their components.

Elec Man looked eeriely familiar, as he always did, even with his head opened and his sensory components suspended on wire beside him. ODA had secured permission to iterate off of his schematics, but nothing should have motivated them to sculpt their own creation in such a way that they could -- to human eyes — look related.

To Fuse Man, it even seemed counterintuitive.

Despite his best efforts, Fuse Man knew that he would not have the robotics wing to himself. He heard children running in the wings just beyond the nearby corridor, and the hushed chatter of a human couple marveling at the machinery that had given Guts Man his trademark strength. This did not upset him. Their presence barely even registered to him.

That was, of course, not the case for the familiar face he caught approaching Elec Man's display. Without thinking, Fuse Man straightened his back to greet her.

“Patroller Ninjin.” I did not expect to see you here. “Good evening.”

[saiyanandproud]

Mariko wasn't good at having fun on her free time. Maybe because she rarely allowed herself to enjoy any, but this just happened to be a weekend with no extra papers to claim for herself, and her boss had told her that if he had found her doing any extra work on her supposedly off days, she would have reported her to HR.

"I hope you're not trying to get any compensation with these Stakhanovite habits of yours," he had warned her. "If I wind out you logged in to your account for more than five minutes over this weekend, I'll have our legals know."

So, after spending most of the day on her couch scrolling her phone with the constant temptation to check her emails, Mariko had no other choice than to force herself outside of her flat. The day was still sunny and bright despite being in its late aftenoon hours; people were making the most of the first signs of incoming summer, wearing short sleeves, eating ice creams, sitting by the waterside to get some tan. The mere sight of it made Mariko's impatience itch, her mind already running to those documents waiting to be checked on her desk. She needed something to keep her mind busy in some other way. So, she fixed her TP blue hat on her head and took to closest exhibition she could think of: the one in the Ministry of Science.

Once inside the building, she found herself sighing of relief at the lack of bright sunlight, and was even more at ease once she stepped in the dark robotic wing. Visitors weren't many there, and those who walked across it rarely stopped over for more than a few minutes before moving towards brighter and less controversial bits of the museum. But to Mariko, that place had a comfort it was hardly understandable to anyone but her.

The First Generation memorial was as quiet as she remembered, the few visitors in it speaking in hushed voices. She lowered her hat over her face and sank her hands in the pockets of her hoodie as she made her way towards her safe spot, one where she wouldn't usually find more than one or two people throwing a quick glance at the sign next to the glass and leaving a bunch of seconds after. That day, however, a figure seemed to linger in front of her usual bench for more than expected.

“Patroller Ninjin. Good evening.”

Mariko's eyes shot up with a surprised look. Once she saw who had greeted her, they went even wider.

"Fuse Man," she murmured. "Hi."

She was about to ask what he was doing there, but bit her tongue in the last moment -- not a very nice question. Right after, she sighed upon realising an android as hardworking as him managed to enjoy his spare time much more easily than she did.

"Do you come here often?" She asked, glancing at the familiar face beyond the glass. She tried to ignore the pang in her chest at that sight, just as familiar, but her eyes instinctively ran back at Fuse Man in a beat. Yet, that troubled feeling still lingered in the back of her head.

"I thought this kind of sights wouldn't be pleasant for an android..." She bit her lip, thinking back at the time she witnessed a mechanic sank her arm in Crash Man's open chest for a check, and a slight shiver ran down her back. "I know many humans can find it unsettling."

[saiyanandproud]

Mariko in the background, whenever Cooler insists on how awesome his armors are:

[stgzr]

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[saiyanandproud]

Just so you know, I'm still lingering. But between a parenthesis of creative crisis, lots of stuff to do for work, lots of travelling for work, and a last minute funeral that piled up further stress and tiredness, my batteries are very low. Feel free to nudge, I'll respond as soon as I feel better.

[saiyanandproud]

IN — CHARACTER : QUESTIONNAIRE.

TAGGED BY: @viopolis

TAGGING: @stgzr and anyone else who has not done it yet

1 ) WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE ?

Mostly coffee; sometimes sweat, especially if she's stuck in her office in a summer day, or if she's back from a mission, or if she has pulled an all-nighter and didn't even shower.

2 ) HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR MUSE BATHE / SHOWER ?  ANY HABITS ? 

A quick body shower to wake up in the morning, a full, warm one when she's back home in the evening to relax. If she has time, she even goes for a warm bath, and likes to put orange-scented salts in it. When she's extra tired, she might even fall asleep in the tub.

3 ) DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS

None.

4 ) ANY BODY MOVEMENT QUIRKS ( EX : LEG SHAKING )

She plays with her hair when she's embarrassed, and bites her lip when she's stressed or thinking hard. When she's focussed on something manual, she often sticks her tongue between her lips.

5 ) WHAT DO THEY SLEEP IN ?

A t-shirt and either shorts or long, lounge trousers. In particularly hot summer evenings, only a t-shirt.

6 ) WHAT’S THEIR FAVORITE PIECE OF CLOTHING ?

Her Patroller uniform, likely. She also has a baseball cap from the TP she likes to wear on her days off.

7 ) WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY WAKE UP ?

In this order: wash her face, drink a glass of water, get coffee. Breakfast can often be skipped, but coffee is a must.

8 ) HOW DO THEY SLEEP ?  POSITION ?

Anything not tidy: on her side with her legs open in an agle, on her back with her arms sprawled like a starfish, on her stomach hugging the pillow, body crossing the mattress diagonally. She's often physically exhausted, so her body takes all the space it needs to relax.

9 ) WHAT DO THEIR HANDS FEEL LIKE ?

Slender, her nails are always tidy and cut short. She hates when it grows too long and she can feel it hitting the keys while typing, or pushing against the plastic while holding a pen. Also, her nails are pretty hard, so it makes it extra annoying as soon as they grow a bit longer.

10 ) IF YOU KISSED THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY USUALLY TASTE LIKE ? 

Overly-sugared coffee. Sometimes donut, or mint from the occasional gum she chews when she has to focus or to clean her mouth after a meal (or, worse, to replace a meal, if she doesn't have enough time to eat).

[saiyanandproud]

Super quick bday sketch for @stgzr because my ipad was threatening to die on me at any second. Happy birthday pal!

[dchuntress]

22‎ ‎ by taylor swift;

various sentence starters taken from the lyrics of this song! feel free to change up pronouns and adjust wording to your preference. <3

it feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters.‎ ‎ ❞

it feels like a perfect night to make fun of our exes.‎ ‎ ❞

it feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight.‎ ‎ ❞

it feels like a perfect night to fall in love with strangers.‎ ‎ ❞

we're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time.‎ ‎ ❞

it's miserable and magical.‎ ‎ ❞

tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines.‎ ‎ ❞

it seems like one of those nights.‎ ‎ ❞

this place is too crowded — too many cool kids.‎ ‎ ❞

who's [ name ] anyway? ew.

it seems like one of those nights we end up dreaming instead of sleeping.‎ ‎ ❞

it feels like one of those nights.‎ ‎ ❞

tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks.‎ ‎ ❞

we ditch the whole scene.‎ ‎ ❞

we won't be sleeping.‎ ‎ ❞

you look like bad news.‎ ‎ ❞

i gotta have you.‎ ‎ ❞

i don't know about you but i'm feeling [ number.‎ ] ‎ ❞

everything will be alright.‎ ‎ ❞

everything will be alright if you keep me next to you.‎ ‎ ❞

you don't know about me.‎ ‎ ❞

you don't know about me but i'll bet you want to.‎ ‎ ❞

everything will be alright if we just keep dancing.‎ ‎ ❞

[dchuntress]

22‎ ‎ by taylor swift;

various sentence starters taken from the lyrics of this song! feel free to change up pronouns and adjust wording to your preference. <3

it feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters.‎ ‎ ❞

it feels like a perfect night to make fun of our exes.‎ ‎ ❞

it feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight.‎ ‎ ❞

it feels like a perfect night to fall in love with strangers.‎ ‎ ❞

we're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time.‎ ‎ ❞

it's miserable and magical.‎ ‎ ❞

tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines.‎ ‎ ❞

it seems like one of those nights.‎ ‎ ❞

this place is too crowded — too many cool kids.‎ ‎ ❞

who's [ name ] anyway? ew.

it seems like one of those nights we end up dreaming instead of sleeping.‎ ‎ ❞

it feels like one of those nights.‎ ‎ ❞

tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks.‎ ‎ ❞

we ditch the whole scene.‎ ‎ ❞

we won't be sleeping.‎ ‎ ❞

you look like bad news.‎ ‎ ❞

i gotta have you.‎ ‎ ❞

i don't know about you but i'm feeling [ number.‎ ] ‎ ❞

everything will be alright.‎ ‎ ❞

everything will be alright if you keep me next to you.‎ ‎ ❞

you don't know about me.‎ ‎ ❞

you don't know about me but i'll bet you want to.‎ ‎ ❞

everything will be alright if we just keep dancing.‎ ‎ ❞