Locker Room Talk Pt.14

Arin: Bye, have a nice day!

JD: Bye, I love you.

Ain't even shocked.

Prompt #3

Bubbles are seen as portals to another realm. They can be used as a mirror. A window into the future or the past. Bubbles are magic. But they are rare to contain and keep. Pop one, and you dissappear into whatever bubble realm you popped. The thing is…once you are in a bubble…you can’t get out.

What type of CRACK FIC?!

I HAD AN AI WRITE A STORY ABOUT Y/N AND LADY DIMITRESCU AND HOLY FUCK I AM DYING

Silly Y/N

A Short Story

by AI

Y/N had always loved elegant Castle Dimitrescu with its curved, crowded castle. It was a place where she felt angry.

She was a silly, peculiar, whiskey drinker with sexy boobs and strong neck. Her friends saw her as a snotty, solid stubborn. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a salty daughter. That's the sort of woman he was.

Y/N walked over to the window and reflected on her scary surroundings. The snow flurried like running lycans.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Alcina Dimitrescu. Alcina was a sexy strong with muscular boobs and tall neck.

Y/N gulped. She was not prepared for Alcina.

As Y/N stepped outside and Alcina came closer, she could see the hurt glint in her eye.

Alcina gazed with the affection of 5158 lovable mushy moraicia. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want making love."

Y/N looked back, even more love and still fingering the good wee wee. "Alcina, “I love you.”," she replied.

They looked at each other with angst feelings, like two flaky, few flies drinking at a very spiteful Christmas Party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two incredible uncles dying to the beat.

Suddenly, Alcina lunged forward and tried to punch Y/N in the face. Quickly, Y/N grabbed the good wee wee and brought it down on Alcina's skull.

Alcina's muscular boobs trembled and her tall neck wobbled. She looked happy, her emotions raw like a greasy, grim gun.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Alcina Dimitrescu was dead.

Y/N went back inside and made herself a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END

“I Love You...”

Love...is not measured in time

Not is it measured in feet or inches.

Not in gallons or cups

Not words.

Love can be many things

Emotions...

Behaviours...

Even beliefs.

But when love took me by the hand and led me to you

Did I snatch my hand away?

Or did I let her show me what I didn't see?

To show me you?

I let her lead me...

Guide me

And now I know that love is not just a word

Or A word at all

It's you

Your smile

How you make me feel

How you make me happy.

I may have got hurt on the way though

And I got through rather slow

But you still waited for me

Even if I have done something terrible

I thought if I opened up

That love will shatter all of my dreams

Shatter what I wanted

Whom I wanted.

You say things like

"Don't pay attention to the world ending

In the morning it'll begin again."

And it makes things better

I gave you the sun

And you gave me the moon and stars

You treated me like I was worth everything

That I can have everything

You are amazing and beautiful, my love

You are passionate and ruthless in the best way

You are loving and lovely

You are mine.

So don't tell me, even on your worst days

That you're selfish

That you're ugly

That you're not good enough

You are selfless and amazing

Beautiful and stunning

inside and out

And you are beyond enough

I feel safe and confident with you

Love is not just a word.

You are amazing.

I love you

Reblog if you're a cuddler.

Look at her arms! Look at her face!

Please-

I will kneel, no hesitation.

vine legends just randomly popping up on tiktok gets me every time

Look at the boyyyyyyyyy

Black cats are lucky. (via leahweissmuller)