@andalasian
“what do you MEAN you do not want to dance?”
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@andalasian
“what do you MEAN you do not want to dance?”
@andalasian
TO THINK THAT HE’D LAUGHED at more than one animal who had gotten their head stuck in a place they couldn’t get it back out from. Now, here he was, among them. Disgraced. Ashamed. Utterly stuck halfway through a jagged hole in the fence to which he had seriously misjudged the size. Well, stuck so long as he didn’t want to break it further than it already was. Groot sighed, pushing futilely at the side of the fence, but the leverage just wasn’t there.
❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɢʀᴏᴏᴛ . ❞
video idea (if you're up for it, natch): horrifying ungodly bill cipher moments backed by "mr. sandman"
It’s done!
@andalasian gets a starter!
“I will let you try one -- but only one! And only if you ask nicely, as these have been baked by my mother, and they are quite delicious, I must say!”
He wouldn’t say the cinnamon buns of his mother were his favorite, but they surely were one of his favorite treats she could make him. He would never give up a chance to have some of those for afternoon tea!
"Adara!" Giselle ran to her friend, holding a neat little package. "I made you something for Valentine's Day. . .I do hope you like it." In the package is a crown, but not a flower crown; it's delicately been constructed out of twigs and branches, culminating in a hydrangea smack in the center back of her head, accented by some draped brown and orange ribbons.
“Giselle! Long time no see, huh?” The flame woman held her arms wide to embrace her friend, one hand holding a small, potted tree tied with a ribbon. “It’s a baby cinnamon tree. Hope you don’t have one already.”
She unwrapped the package carefully, admiring the detail Giselle put into the wrapping. It was so pretty, she hated to undo her friend’s work. Yet none of that compared to what was inside the package. “Oh, Giselle! I love it!”
►;; @andalasian. }}
『♛❞ —— “Just so you know, Giselle, this will probably be the most magnificent creation you have EVER laid your eyes on.”
A creation falling apart in his grasp, currently; the prince couldn’t recall how exactly the stems were meant to be intertwined to hold a floral accessory together in one piece. Well, it was a work in progress. A glance over the shoulder with his back still turned,
“You cannot peek, okay? I know you must want to !”