#palaceofinsanity

[theblondeinthegreencoat]

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Send ☂ for a weather headcanon.

Easy A, Gwen holds very much similar attitudes and can relate to the movie.

[littlebirdnamedjehan]

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Send ♥ for a HAPPINESS headcanon.

Jehan is happiest in the garden of the old woman who lives in his building. It's quiet there, and safe.

[infiltratingtacticalgenius]

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Pros:

You'd have a father figure in your life?

Over protective.

Someone to lean on.

Cons:

Jail

Prison

Shanked. (all on Garrus)

[senshiofthesea]

A queen of snow and a princess of the sea // AU

Sometimes she wished she had a recollection of who she saw and where she came from. 

The sudden, gentle snow had been quite a sight to stand and watch as it fell from the sky that was painted first vibrant with marigolds and candy pinks and soothing lavenders.  The snow had hardly bothered her as she had found a small inn on the outskirts of the city she was not familiar with.  To be perfectly honest with herself, she was relieved with the change of temperature and scenery.  The problem – however- always started whenever she went anywhere and spent any amount of time around… well, anyone.  Who are you?  Where do you come from?  Miss, what pretty hair you have so unusual isn’t it the color it reminds me of the sea from far, far away.

The sea from far, far away…

By now it was easier to lie.  To put on a false that never quite touched her eyes and nod.  Yes, she was from far, far away from here.  Yes, she had seen the sea and my, her hair was something was it not?  It was… charming, almost, to watch people make up these elaborate stories about her that she simply went along with. 

But names… when it always came to that it was a topic that increased in sensitivity.  It turned the little knobs on the inside to let all the emotions flood through: regret, sorrow, confusion…  So many unhappy memories and a sadness that she could not indulge these poor, curious folks with tales they no doubt wanted to hear.  Oh, there were tales to be told, sure, but the stranger found it much easier and a happier passing of the time if the folks who wanted to know about her made up their own assumptions…!

If there was a name to be given that was not an outright lie it would most certainly help the burdens that weighed her down far more than the bags she carried.

Dawn again with the sun daring to peek in through the frosted glass.  She was already up and going through her morning ritual; one moment was spared to take a look out the window.  People who had occupied the inn had spoken of a festival in… in…  What was the name of this city?  It was the capital city, yes, which made it rather important and increased her chances… Arrendelle.  Yes, that was it!  Arrendelle.  And there was a festival to celebrate… something today.  A holiday, perhaps?  Since she could remember (of this life, anyway) she had never been the best with keeping track of time...

  The young woman stepped out into the streets that were already bustling with life.  She had to take a quick step back to avoid a group of children from running into her legs.  Music played in the distance and the smell of food was so thick in the air that her stomach grumbled in protest.  A sigh escaped as the bag that she carried with her was adjusted on her shoulder.  “Perhaps a bite of the local delicacies would not hurt…” she reasoned with herself, fingers curling around the strap.  There was a sudden desire to reach into the bag and retrieve her mirror, to reassure herself that there was nothing to worry about…  But it would be a bit absurd to see a young woman walking about holding a mirror and gazing into it!

[movedtobeautykillerpavi]

[kisses you] It's a kissing disease. Spread it by kissing the first ten people on your dash!

He gasps at the unexpected contact, following it up with a childish giggle. “Oh, my!”

[masquesous]

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking your shit, what does it look like I'm doing?! Hands in the air, punk!"

[lovelybedraggled]

"You look tired."

      She sighed, nodding as she brought a hand through her hair. Was it that obvious that she wasn’t sleeping well? Though she was sure that anyone would understand exactly why.

                  “Your observation would be correct.”

[infiltratingtacticalgenius]

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Send ☢ for a desperate text

{MSG} Quick question, if she’s crying after you kiss her is it because it was nice or stubble really hurts?