#ontheflyleaves

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Send me ツ for an excited text.

[text]: PENNYPENNYPENNY

[text]: GUESS WHAT!!!>?!@

[text]: You know that really hot Cadet we wanted for the August picture? HE’S SUNBATHING IN THE QUAD IN A SPEEDO. I can get the perfect shot of him rn!

[irishais]

"I don't know if there's anything I have left to confess - you know me better than I ever expected anyone to. Better than I ever expected to be comfortable with someone knowing me. Heh, maybe that's a confession in itself..."

Xu doesn’t deal well with raw emotion, Penny knows that better than anyone, so her kiss to her wife’s temple is enough, an arm snaking around Penny’s waist to tug her down into Xu’s lap.

“I don’t know everything about you. I still don’t know where you keep hiding the Moomba Scout cookies every time you buy them.” 

[diamondarmored-blog1]

@ontheflyleaves contd from x

Is she serious?   “Ah, you know what, I...” He’s about to say he doesn’t remember, but that lie isn’t going to sit well when she realises he only made the request yesterday. And besides that - if he does feign ignorance, he’s still gonna want to read the damn thing. So it’ll mean an unnecessary trip into town to buy it because Balamb doesn’t have its own library besides this one. Pain in the ass. He takes a breath, pulls it together. She’s hardly going to laugh, she’s a librarian. She wants people to read.   “Yeah, I do. It was... The Sorceress’ Knight?”

[irishais]

UNF (HEY LOOK I CAN SEND ASKS NOW!! :D)

“And you should have seen the loo– Penny?”

It’s been months. Months of deep undercover, no word, nothing, not a goddamned thing and Xu has been trying very hard not to lose it, relying on constant biological updates from Penny’s tracking device just to reassure herself that her wife was alive. 

And now, here? In the coffee shop? Just… chatting with an acquaintance, like nothing was wrong, and Xu thinks she might actually be hallucinating. 

But, no. 

That’s Penny. 

That’s Pen, alive, fine, in one piece, and she nearly flips the table in her haste to get up (definitely knocks over her coffee, her phone). 

Penny is walking through the door one moment and in Xu’s arms the next and she is never letting go. 

[sunny-explosions]

Our goofballs for the besties meme! ~ontheflyleaves

leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: Selphie

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: Selphie

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: If they don’t end up in there together for the trouble they can get into, more than likely Penny having to bail Selphie out

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Penny tends to be better at it

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: Selphie

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: Penny

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Selphie starts and Penny wins

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: Selphie

[ahmyhotdog]

@ontheflyleaves

Sitting there Zell was staring out into space. He seemed dazed as his face was a bit more red than usual.

[bumbleflyyouknow]

A set of homemade chocolate chip cookies with a bow on top, and a note - "I know fancy chocolates are the tradition, but these seemed more meaningful. Happy Valentine's Day, Rai. ♥ Love, Penny"

Raijin has plopped a cookie into his mouth before he had started reading the note.  He smiled around the cookie bits and had crumbs at the corners of his mouth.  Raijin swallowed the cookie and grinned like an idiot at the empty kitchen.  He felt better now about the surprise he had planned for Penny.

He sent Penny a text.  

{TEXT}  The cookies are wonderful babe.  I’m looking forward to seeing you later.

[ray-bomb-blog]

☞ @ontheflyleaves​

    Aki had entered the staff room; therefore, it was a no-go area. Quistis was in no mood to listen to the endless saga of slackers, as told by an instructor who, she suspected, was not entirely as straight-laced as he presented.     Instead, Instructor Trepe brought her pile of test papers, half finished (and half cold) coffee and her last locatable pen to the library. It was hard going, though. Once, she had come across Xu, drunk and weeping over a stack of these same papers, repeating over and over again, “Why are they so stupid?”.     She kept at it for a half-hour or so. Then, deciding it was better for her mental health not to push it, she got up and wandered toward the check-out desk.     “Good afternoon, Rogers.” she sighed, leaning on the desk with her face in her hands. “I hear you’ve been recommending books? Have you got any on how to stop your students from casting Thunder on their blown-out lightbulbs in an attempt to make them work?”