#legacylang

[anxietylanterncruz]

[text] –– i just fell down my stairs. i know that you are six hours away but please come pick me up, i promise i will still be here on the stairs.

@legacylang

(✉️ ➡️ chicken little ): did the chickens trip you?? (✉️ ➡️ chicken little ): cassie i'm in SPACE it's a bit further than six hours!

[...] (✉️ ➡️ chicken little ): ...are you just being dramatic? (✉️ ➡️ chicken little ): what happened?

[immortalweapon]

send  👻  for  a  snapchat  from  my  muse // @legacylang​

[sonofsuper]

i’m not gonna let you goad me into this, i know what you’re trying to do. // @legacylang

He’d been a college student for approximately one full week, and he was already overwhelmed. This was what he’d decided to do, what he’d wanted to do (though how much of that was wanting to please his parents because he thought it’s what they’d want him to do, Jon wasn’t sure). And it was exhausting. Apparently missing the back half of high school to outer space meant he needed to do a lot of catch-up work, and school only got harder as you got older, especially if you’d never been particularly good at it to begin with.

Jon had also--and this was silly, and he knew it--fallen out of practice with wearing his civilian disguise, and readjusting to the thick-framed glasses was taking longer than he was proud to admit. (And he couldn’t stop picturing Damian laughing at him--super-farm-boy versus some fake glasses and a textbook, a showdown for the ages.)

But he’d get through this. He would get through this. He’d survived an intergalactic volcano prison; what were a few distribution requirements? There was a girl in his class--Cassie, he was pretty sure was her name. Casey? Kelly? Something like that. She seemed nice and smart and like maybe she could help him out if he played his cards right. But, apparently, Jon wasn’t very good at subtle, and she was catching on to the master plan. Dammit.

He shrugged and offered a who, me? smile. “Maybe it’s not goading, maybe it’s-- helping out a friend in need? Doing a good deed? Please? I’ll buy you ice cream.”

[phoenixtouched]

you have two peeps, and one of them is made out of marshmellow.

@legacylang

Rachel had seen enough videos online to know that people did stupid pranks with food all of the time. And there was a recent trend in making candles look like food. But Rachel didn't know this girl and she wasn't even sure she understood peeps. (Weren't they out of season? Why did places carry orange and black ones?) Rachel set them both back down and frowned. "Why—" Rachel sighed and looked at her. "Which one is which? And what is the other one made out of? Is it still food?"