never forget what you are, for surely the world will not
"In the world of a rising star like Freya, it’s nice to just get a bit of theatre… (turns to Freya) ‘cos you know, you’re in hot demand right now. Your booty is wanted around the world!" — Will Merrick
and I’ll break their ass down:
- How I feel about this character
- All the people I ship romantically with this character
- My non-romantic OTP for this character
- My unpopular opinion about this character
- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
Alison Brie by Andrew Macpherson for Rhapsody Magazine March 2014
All these “cuddle and play video games” date ideas are weak. We’re playing mario kart double dash, cuddling is a distraction. Im here to win
( I was not feeling 19 i’m really sorry D: )
15. Any Bruises
Landry sniffled as he held out his injured arm to his sister, using the other to wipe away the tears rolling down his cheeks. Lazuli shook her head a bit as she looked over the discolored patch of skin. She pressed on it a bit with her thumb, and Landry jumped. “Ow!” he muttered, shooting her a look through his tears.
Lazuli sighed. “It’s just a bruise, Lan,” she said. “That’s what you get for running around in the woods.”
The younger boy sniffled again, looking at her with big, watery green eyes. “It’s not my fault! It was all Liam’s idea, I didn’t do anything bad!” he protested, sticking his bottom lip out a bit. Lazuli looked at Landry sternly, raising an eyebrow. After a short staring contest, he grunted, dropping the pout and looking away sullenly. “Fine, it might’ve been… partially my idea. But only partially!”
Lazuli rolled her eyes. “That I can believe,” she said, shaking her head at her little brother. “Just go back to your activities.”
Just like that, the kicked puppy expression returned to his face.
“But my arm still hurts!” he whined, holding up his arm limply, like a bruise rendered it incapable of movement. Lazuli sighed exasperatedly. She took his arm again, kissing her fingers and tapping the bruise on his forearm.
“There, all better,” she said, smirking a bit at the glare he was giving her. “Now get back to rock climbing.”