I mean even if they’re in a dungeon, and both characters are bleeding out after torture, they still manage to flirt their way through the disaster. Bantering is their coping mechanism !!!!!!!
It’s so funny when one of them causally drops the, "Now seems like the best time to tell you this…" bombshell, prompting a curious raise of eyebrows.
"What?" the other responds, only to be met with, "it’s taken three months to admit this but…I ate your last blueberry scone."
A flabbergasted "You're the scone thief?!" follows, to which the first retorts, "I felt safe confessing it considering you're chained to the wall."
It typically concludes with a teasing "Wait till I'm unchained," met with a cheeky "Your bed or mine?"
I MEAN ITS JUST SO GOOD AND I EAT IT UP EVERY TIME
actually lifechangingly good books will be on goodreads with a 3.6 star rating at most with people fighting for their lives trying to be comedians in the reviews section while meanwhile the worst dogshit youve ever read in your life will have a 4.7
Chapter 1: And I never saw you coming; and I'll never be the same
She finds it hard to remember what her mother's perfume smelled like, if only because the memory stings her eyes shut. In the quiet of the night her mind plays tricks on her simply by playing all the good memories with Steven and leaving out the bad, so she won't break down again. Her brain is normally good at leaving all the bad things out, but some things are hard to forget because the emotions involved with them are so intense.
For Lily, everything that happened that summer had tattooed itself into her memories no matter how hard she tried to forget. She remembered walking fast through the New York streetlights blinking red and green. She remembered Steven's lips on hers briefly, fleetingly promising nothing but hope. And she remembered the exact color of her scarf, red against his black jacket.
"Give me my scarf back, Steven."
"I'll keep it as insurance." He jokes, "to make sure you come back from dreary old London."
"I should keep it to make sure you show up to London for my last show." She says pointedly, taking both ends of the scarf in her hands. "Since you hate London so much."
"Hey." He grabs her wrist, and his eyes go dark like in her dreams. "I promised I'd be there."
Steven always promised to be there for Lily, but his promises were as empty as the dresser drawer he used to keep his stuff in. She hadn't seen him yet and she didn't think she could see him. It would only mean facing another disaster and she wasn't mentally prepared to deal with another explosion in her life. When she closed her eyes, she could still hear the screams of children. The smell of smoke-filled Lily's nostrils even when she was standing naked in the shower, alone with her inhibitions.
It's mass chaos happening in the pit.
She recognizes him, woefully, and she feels her heart break a bit.
"What did you do?" she asks the boy, "Stay back…"
He looks at her, his face desperate and his eyes pitch black.
"You belong with me!" He bellows at her, reaching for her with his slim pale fingers. "Can't you see?"
Her hands drop her guitar, and it breaks as the boy with the dark eyes and pale face lurches towards her.
Life just wasn't what eleven-year-old Lily had planned for, dreaming about the big city and flashing lights. She looked better off, sure, with fame and riches. Every other weekend was a flight to New York or a trip to the Seine for a radio interview. There was never a need to rewear any of her clothes and fashion designers knew her by name and face. She had four Grammys sitting on her shelf in her New York kitchen and countless other awards were littering her many houses. At face value, life was all eleven-year-old Lily wanted...but under the crushing weight of her own anxiety and dread...fame was a curse.
also i love taylor swift and her hyperspecific lyrics because how would we know that jake gyllenhaal isn't an organ donor, harry styles got 20 stitches in a snowmobile accident, joe worked at a yogurt shop when he was sixteen, calvin harris is boring, matty has a stupid typewriter, like yes girl!!!! GIVE US THE DETAILS!!!
so there’s this book about a guy named victor who experiments with the powers of life and death but that science ultimately leads to death and destruction in his own life as he now has a bitter rival whose killing spree victor tasks himself with stopping and at one point victor winds up in jail for the death of one of his closest friends
Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.
When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-
i'm not a doctor or a nutritionist, but sometimes i hear women talking about their diets and it takes all i have to not be like "this is not normal. you have an eating disorder and you are in a cult."