#ladyofthelighthouse

[doppelzungig]

@theladyofthelighthouse

theladyofthelighthouse said: //unfortunately she overhears this, and spends about five or so minutes trying to figure out what that huge bundle of words meant, before finally asking out of curiosity. “Pardon..? What was that? You weren’t talking to me were you, sir?”

“One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. ” He purred, holding the bible to his chest. "Hello Ma'am, and what brings you to our church?"

[tsuntsunrival]

Shit's 'bout ta go DOWNN

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

That word seems to be the only word in his vocabulary at the moment. It runs around in his mind, banging against the sides of his brain as he storms around the campus.

Well shit.

His feet abruptly pause in front of the door, his hand hovering over the handle. Did he really want to go in? God, she’s probably figured out by now…but that little shit deserved it. Slandering her name, getting her name in the fucking gossip blog…and if he ever finds out who the fucking writer of that blog is, they were going to get a worse treatment than that Dame kid.

Silver lets out a huff and yanks the door open, slamming it against the wall. It made a resonating bang into the hallway, but he could care less. Where is he going, anyways? Hell, he can’t even hear himself think past the blood pounding through his head.

His gloved hands clench and unclench against his sides. Shit. He beat up the kid a couple days ago…shouldn’t he feel better?

Somehow he ends up storming into the common room. Everyone stops whatever they’re doing and their eyes land on him. They know what happened. They’ve whispered in the hallways. It’ll be only days before someone spills.

But he doesn’t let them get to him. Instead, the Junior glares at them until they eventually avert their gazes. That’s right, there’s nothing going on—someone calls out his name. Frankly, Silver doesn’t give a fuck and he keeps on walking.

[bookbagandbikeshorts-blog]

Maid Cafe Stumble || ladyofthelighthouse

Another week, another Maid Cafe meeting. The classroom was decorated in appropriately girly decor, desks pushed together with a white tablecloth, cute floral paper plates set up across them, and a bouquet of fake flowers placed in the center of each. Garbed in their maid outfits, waited on their few customers. There were never many mid-week, but there were always a couple of dedicated fellows. 

Standing near the entrance with a tray in hand, May bowed as someone new walked in.

"Hello there, sir! Come sit right over here!" with a bright smile, she brought him over to a table. Ordering some tea, May cheerfully scribbled it down in her torchic-shaped notepad and went to go grab one of the individual teasets for him. Placing it on her tray, she shuffled onward to his table... But not before accidently bumping butts with one of the other maids. It was the girl with long brown hair... What was her name again? Blossom? Chamomile?.. It was something floral. She was never very good at names either unfortunately. Anyway, fumbling to catch her tray, May managed to without spilling more than a few drops. 

"Ah, sorry about that!! I didn't get anything on you, did I? Sorry sorry!.." 

[lilycoveacademy]

ahh gomen i hope you don't mind but i changed jasmine's url!

That's alright! Thank you so much for telling us though (: