#ohhhhh snap

[haruheaven]

Ohhhhh snap

[rurpleplayssims]

"Are we planning on getting a clinic anytime soon?" Jed asked bluntly.

"I thought Zoey was our doctor, hasn't she contributed to the town's efforts at all yet?"

Althea disliked his tone at once and especially after hearing Zoey's dilemma, she was annoyed Jed felt like he was in charge.

"Jed" she said slowly but firmly, looking him dead in the eye.

"This is my town to mange, not yours. I have invited you inside for hospitality reasons, not so you can tell me what, when and how to run my town!"

[thirstyandbeautiful]

YEEEES ON THE SNEAK PEAK YYES!!!!!

Daniel’s words shook Michael out of his head and he watched as Daniel lifted his fist and banged on the door. There was some light footsteps on the other side of the door, and from what Michael could see the windows and their curtains hadn’t moved an inch.

Kid really wouldn’t answer the door blindly, would-

“Daniel!” Lando’s voice squeaked as he did blindly answer the door and came face to face with both Aussies.

“Let me in, Lando,” Daniel growled, brushing past the Brit, “we need to talk.”

“Hey buddy,” Michael nodded at Lando and let the Brit move aside and let him in, much more politely than Daniel had, “don’t worry.” He whispered as he passed him.

[castiels-tight-grip]

miSHA

[smiisevenwhyplus]

the savagery

[incorrect-seduce-me]

Erik: I treat my body like a temple.

Sam: Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

I got up from my bed and GASPED when I say “D Shepherd” at the end of part 3 omg even if it’s just a little cameo nothing big that was still epic

AHHHH thank you!!! I hope people did like his little addition there 😏 thank you so much babes 😘

[super-kame-love]

"I'm not going to leave you the moment you do something I disagree with."

Somewhere in between now and when she ran away from Konoha, Aina has had an epiphany. Perhaps she hasn’t had it nearly as bad as he has, but if she must be honest with herself, growing up there wasn’t easy. Staying at home while all the other children went to school, she kept loneliness at bay with fairy tales and the company of nature and all its living things. Mama and Papa would accompany her as much as they could…but they couldn’t always. 

Following Papa’s example and Mama’s insistence, she tried to reach out more to people. It worked–to a point. She learned many names, many birthdays, many addresses, many favorite foods. 

As it turns out, having many friends is not the same as having good friends, when the friends are really more like acquaintances. She could make all the merry she pleased with them, could plant as many gardens with them as she had the stamina for, could sell them as many cherry tomatoes and onions and carrots and radishes as the harvest allowed, could give them as much money as she could afford to give (and sometimes more than that). 

But no one was there to walk her home after a night at the bar after she’d walked everyone else home. No one was there to stay with her to enjoy the fruits of their labor. No one was there when she hid herself away with her tears after a fight with Mama. 

And no one was there when she cremated Mama and tried to hang herself in her first drunken stupor later that night. Nor were they there when she traveled to the old beach contemplating if she should sell the farm and leave for good, coming back only because such a big unknown was too scary for her to dive into at the time. 

It’s since occurred to her that nobody outside her little house knew the real, complete Aina after all. (Sometimes, she eludes her, too.) Is that her fault? Maybe. But would they have wanted to know it, anyway? When they caught glimpses, they tended to want more distance, coming back only when she’d settled back into her indulgent, smiling face. 

He’s the first person she’s met in a long time to have seen the most of her, even the sides she wishes weren’t there, and treated her just the same as before. He loves her…well, as much as he can love anybody. She loves him more, of course. 

Unfortunately, this means nobody else can or will love her. She’s too tired to hide as much as she used to, anymore. She needs her strength just to keep all her sides together. 

She pauses to take both ends of his sentence so she may wrap the words around her head like one of her scarves. Her fingers pull and pick at the curls at the back of her neck while her stomach pulls itself into a knot. It’s almost enough to make her lose her nerve for what she was going to ask him. 

Until she breaks through her haze to remind herself that words are only strange sounds people make with their mouths and breath without action. She’s learned this the hard way. Anybody can say they won’t leave you as long as the going is easy. Granted, the going has seldom been easy for them since they met. 

But then, she’d never come to him with this proposal until now. 

Aina lets go of the nape of her neck so she may reach upward to tighten the actual scarf around her brow. Then she pulls out the drawing she’s spent the last few nights scribbling and erasing and scribbling over erased lines and shapes. 

She blows the air out of her lungs like she would blow out one of the candles around here. May he not take this the wrong way. 

“Ah…would you still say that if I–I said I reckon we oughta have an election? R-right here?”