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I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
Veronica Roth (via idealixtic)
When you get this, respond with five things that make you happy! (: Then send it to whoever you think needs to remember what makes them happy.
1. Other people’s art. 2. Crime television shows. 3. Motorcycles. 4. Making other people smile. 5. Books.
idk if this is about that post circulating but your theme is really nice? it's easy to read and the links are all easy to find. it's still really pretty without being so tiny that nobody can navigate. it's really nice
I mean, that post basically described my theme, sans the small font. I just. I love contained themes because they look so much cleaner, but then there are people who absolutely hate it and I can’t help but take that personally sometimes. Since I code my own themes and make the backgrounds myself it’s... hard to take in. I’m sure I’ll be fine in a bit.
Thank you for the confidence and the compliments, it really helps.
pronunciation | sa-rong submitted by | eggu submit words | here
I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings.
Gandhi (via fyp-philosophy)
@wardenjail.
“I’m not sure what it is, but you do appear to remind me of a dear friend of mine. It might be the choice of suit...”
{/It was nice being off the ground. For a moment, she thought about how high they were. She’s never been this high, usually it was on a swing set. To keep herself from falling, her own grip tightened on his hand, and she even moved a little closer to him so she could stand on his feet. Once she was situated in her own assurance of her safety, she had to look up at him for a bit to register what he was saying. After a bit of thought, she found no reason to not believe what RGB told her. Especially not after that display when he was all black and white, when he was fighting off the fears. It was the only time since coming here that she had truly felt unsafe with him.}
“–Yeah. He told me he was. He doesn’t look like a monster…but if he says he is, then he is. Are you a monster too?”
There was an instance where Magnus nearly forgot what it was like to be in the presence of a human, let alone one so young... he’d forgotten her fears and her body’s regard to gravity. He’d easily fixed the problem by pointing toes upward to give the hero a better platform to stand on. Slowly floating over, it was unclear as to where he wanted to go, if it appeared to be anywhere at all. Prism tilted downward, peering down at the girl for a couple moments before nodding. How strange it was he could always recall RGB considering himself the worst. Even their journey paused for a beat while the magician thought over his answer. She obviously wasn’t afraid of him, so he was almost certain she was lying to a degree, whether she knew of it or not.
“I suppose you could call me a monster. He’s a little different, however... from me. If you figure he’s a monster and potentially dangerous, why do you continue to blindly follow?”
She hesitated, watching him extend his hand out to her. “Oh, um, He went that way and said to stay here. “ She pointed behind herself as she spoke. He also said don’t get into any trouble in the meantime. He seemed very kind, and knew RGB! He knew him better than she did too by the sounds of it. “But you know what..Sure, We can go find him together! “ She chirped happily. She was more hesitant about taking his hand though, seeing as some people she’s come to know as of late were not a fan of it.
“And RGB wonders why he loses them.” A passing comment really, meant to remain under his breath and away from the poor girl’s ears. Prism shifted to follow where she’d pointed off to, wondering if he’d be able to find the topic of their conversation... but no tellyhead came into view. “That sounds wonderful.” Sensing her hesitance, Magnus lowered his hand a little closer, allowing a smile to overtake planes of his prism. “Let’s go see if we can’t find him, shall we? Ah, I’m Magnus, by the way.”
why do we have to FIGHT the monster???? WHY can’t we…,,, kiss the monster….. gently hold the monster……… tell the monster how we really feel
❛ fears ? ❜ losing dipper, losing grunkle stan, losing waddles — LOSS, really. but, uh, he said he hopes she doesn’t, so — now DEFINITELY isn’t the time to think about this, mabel.
she rocks back onto her heels, kind of appraising him. well, mabel’s CERTAINLY seen weirder than his head. besides, he talks kind of funny. if anything, that’s more strange than his appearance. this IS gravity falls, after all. ❛ i don’t LIKE bullies — are they picking on you ? ❜ suddenly serious, ❛ you’re a beautiful, majestic pandacorn. it’s what a tell myself when i’m sad ! you should try it, it totally works. ❜ head cants over her shoulder, a little bit deeper into the forest. ❛ you betcha i do ! i’m the QUEEN of hide and seek. i’ve got a secret hideout ! would that work ? ❜
the girl’s uneasy tone was enough for magnus to worry only slightly-- but he was sure they could get out of the open faster than the danger approaching. so he quickly gave a small sheen of a smile.
“a secret hideout would be perfect, so long as you’re sure we won’t be found.” he doesn’t quite answer her question, and he offers a hand to the girl. it’d be faster to fly than run. “panda... corn?” probably not the best thing to be questioning at this moment... “though these bullies are a bit on the deadly side, so we best be making out toward that hideout right about now.” prism shifts from side to side, checking if anything dangerous were around. “lead the way, your majesty.”
(The YAN NU will not admit it, but she finds it amusing, the tall, lanky build && strange head twisting –to get a look at HER!–, amusing enough to let the quietest chuckle seep from between sealed lips. Her gaze strays for a moment, enamored by light splitting into a myriad of hues.
For a moment, though, she seems to freeze, even the trailing tendrils as smoke usually is, && then she narrows her piercing gaze, a quirk lifting the corner of her lips. Though, it was not a gentle one, it hinted at sharp razors under- -neath, && she could still make them sharper …)
‘ Mmn, do all the pretty ladies get a taste of such charm, sir? Or is there something you’re fishing for? A weapon? A spell? Magic? Using my power perhaps … to take OUT ALL THOSE IN YOUR WAY??!! ’
(by this point the features of her face have twisted && morphed into something much more sinister, && her fingers drum much h a r d e r into her bicep, their tips elongated && sharp.)
And just like that, Magnus recoiled, fingers curling into easy fists and pulled defensively to his chest. He’d for- gotten she was a volatile creature, and he’d have to be much more careful of his endeavors of conversation. Quickly, prism shook from side to side. How suddenly this spirit changed with malicious intent, it nearly gave the magician a bit of whiplash. Even still, he stood his ground, merely swaying back a beat or two to give her some room.
( What damage this woman could do with sharp edges ever so tempted to rip through his body like tissue... ) A strange sense of calm exuded from the male as he listened to her choices, and once done, he once again shook his head.
“This is merely how I converse. Whether you are a woman, spirit, monster, or otherwise. And while each option is more enticing than the last, I have no interest in what you could give me. A closer look was all I required.”
This was the truth, after all. He had everything he could possibly need, and her harsh tongue and ever growing anger were enough to make him think otherwise. “I gen- uinely appreciate what you’ve already given.”
driptrance:
❛ does it feel like a mistake? because if not, i doubt it is. there’s no way that he regrets you– only the fact that you cannot stay. not forever, anyway. and on the contrary– i daresay it’s the opposite that makes him harder to see.
if you depart without so much as speaking to him, though– that’s bound to go over much worse than the first time. the only thing worse than losing something precious is having to lose it again.
… you should go and find him again, i think. i’d offer myself up as moral support– but i’d make him nervous. he won’t open up. ❜
“ as much as i would love to stay, most days it appears he’d rather have me out of sight than to bear the consequences of something he re- fuses to tell me. last i figured i wasn’t planning on going anywhere, and he’s certain i will be. he’s told me that i am not the me he had be- fore... it is rather frustrating to hear. ”
“ he should be the one finding me this time. i’m tired of trying to pull answers that i know i’m not going to receive... what could i ask, what could i say differently that’ll actually warrant a straight response? ”
“ i’m tired, madras. i’m tired of waiting for some- thing i know i’m more than likely never getting. ”
“They managed to put that back in the sky,” he said, his eyes sliding to look up upon the emphasized word.
"… Not bad for a kid and an idiot box.“ TOby muttered his words.
“Well. That’ll certainly begin to make things a little warmer around here,” he muses, hand coming up to stroke his ‘chin’.
“Do you believe they’ll be able to get the others? It would be impressive.”
“Ah yes, it’s hard to hide things from such wise eyes and ears..” RGB knew that much all too well. He hadn’t heard anything about Magnus from the trees and hoped they’d kept his secrets just as well. It wasn’t like them to give away such confidence, but RGB was the worrying sort, and Magnus wasn’t exactly difficult to talk to. The sorrows part made his stomach churn, but he pressed a distant smile on his face and continued. “Fate has kept me busy, my friend, it’s quite a handful at times, but I’ve got nimble enough fingers to hold onto it, I think.”
“They know most, but tell none. Such great secret keepers the trees remain.” And Magnus had full intent on keeping the conversations he had as such: a secret. Still, it would’ve been nice to actually get a a good answer out of RGB, but it was wish- ful thinking he’d get anything more than a vague attempt to skirt away from anything the tellyhead did. A soft sigh before arms folded over his chest, prism tilting downward to watch the easy bob of his figure about the ground. “I see. So busy you have hardly any time to write. Or call. Or otherwise. It’s positively abysmal you seem to not even try. You were never good at it anyway, as I’ve said... Tell me, what of fate has kept you so occupied?”
boop a doop. lost my old starter call. like for a starter?
