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I love how the bear is like “what the shit?”
The bear has no idea what is going on and that makes two of us.
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tinkerbelch replied to your photoset: So, I’ve started recording Goldilocks and the...
I love how the bear is like “what the shit?”
The bear has no idea what is going on and that makes two of us.
147. "Look! Fireflies!"
“Look! Fireflies!” he exclaimed, his hand stretched out towards the dancing, flashing swarm. Archimedes pushed his glasses up, an entranced, unself-conscious smile curving his lips rather than his usual wry smirk.
“Haven’t you ever seen them before?” I asked in some surprise, threading my fingers through his free hand and drawing him closer to them.
“Erm, no. Not really. Not other than films and things,” he murmured before reaching out to cup one in his palm. He watched the cadence of bioluminescence pulsing against his skin as if it were some binary string he could decode. “We don’t have fireflies in England. I never saw any in Edenbrück, either.”
“I used to chase them when I was a kid,” I admit. “I thought they were everywhere in the world.” I’m trying to keep this casual, but my heart is tugging in my chest, the thumping so loud, I’m sure he must hear it.
He finally looks at me and whatever he’s about to say arrests on his lips. I want to ask, but I can’t speak either. I’m trapped as well by this thing wordlessly igniting between us. He’s scorching my soul with the dark fire that burns behind his grey gaze and all I want to do is dance in the flames.
Somehow his free hand is cupping my face, drawing my face closer to his until our breath begins to mingle.
“Poppea.” My name has an intensity to it as it leaves his lips, but I’m not sure if it’s a prayer or a profanity. I don’t want to hear the rest of it either.
So my mouth sears across his, sealing the rest of his words.
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Sorry your week has been so shitty :( just remember to try and find the good in this, fresh start for your blog, the humor that you accidentally did this, hard as it might be, but I know I laugh at myself when I do stuff like this….Ive accidentally deleted years ago when I mad a side blog and yeah lmao. Thankfully I didn’t have a huge follower base. Also Lots and lots of hugs sent your way! It will get better promise!
Thank you... after the initial denial and shock and tears, i am laughing about it. it is what it is. and starting over follower wise kinda sucks but eh... lol ill grow again.
so I just got caught up on your story, you've become one of my favorite ones lol, but I feel so bad for Emma. I know what it's like to be in a relationship like that, Jakob is just feeding her lie after lie. He won't change and I can guarantee he won't like her conditions, but will 'play along' just long enough to make sure he has her not wanting to leave. He may not be hitting her but he is psychologically abusing her. I hope she realizes it before it's too late.
I’m really happy you sent me this ask - I love knowing when people like my stories!!! And I’m glad that I’ve gotten Jakob’s attitude across the way I want it to. This is no healthy relationship by any means.
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So I was kinda feeling bad for Melrose, and all and then she just dropped her kid off and ran and idk. I kinda think she is a bit selfish now. I realize that she wanted to try and do things on her own, but god damn you don't just come back home to the guy you slept with and say 'Here is your son, btw i'm leaving him here, because I can't get my shit together bye!' like really Mel? I am interested to see how Carn takes this though when she gets home.
I feel like it may have come off wrong. Mel is just trying to be self-sufficient. But she can’t afford to provide for both herself and her son in her current situation without working most hours of the day, which leaves her no time to take care of Bastille. She has too much pride to give up and just move back to the way things were. She’s not necessarily just dropping off her kid, but she’s asking Mercury to help out while she gets on her feet, and once she gets far enough in her career that she won’t have to work as much, she’ll be spending that extra time with her son.
I hope that helped, but I can understand why you feel that way.
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Hey! We are both noble vampires! Woo!
*high five* I take that to mean we are classy af. :D
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