#be more chill sentence starters

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album  sentence  starters.

’  at  least,  that’s  what  google  told  me.  ‘  

’  but  sometimes  critics  would  murder  all  the  artist.  '  

’  an  album’s  not  forever.  '  

’  it’s  a  dangerous  endeavor.  '  

’  an  album’s  not  forever,  but  the  writing  on  it  is.  '  

’  when  i  was  born,  i  looked  like  a  hairy  gnome.  '  

’  i  imagine  a  future  version  of  me,  it’s  the  man  who  i  would  become  if  i  could.  then  i  think  of  my  current  reality.  '  

’  i  look  nothing  like  the  anxious  boy  in  photographs  whose  dreams  felt  so  completely  far  away.  '  

’  now  life’s  worth  living,  but  the  self-doubt’s  still  at  play.  '  

’  kids  are  completely  bewildered  by  the  idea  of  music  that  you  can  hold.  '  

’  the  slang’s  outdated,  but  the  point  is  still  well  heard.  '  

’  family  is  forever.  '  

’  passion  is  forever.  '  

’  dreaming  is  forever.  '  

’  memories  are  forever.  '  

’  theatre  is  forever.  '  

’  critics  are  forever.  '  

’  breakup’s  not  forever.  '  

’  existence  is  forever.  '  

’  anger’s  not  forever.  '  

’  your  struggle’s  not  forever.  '  

’  when  a  fire  starts  in  the  hull,  how  much  time  do  you  have  before  it  spreads  to  the  deck  ?  '  

’  how  do  you  tell  your  family  that  you  wanna  quit  school  and  just  play  with  your  band  ?  '  

’  when  a  fire  starts  burning,  how  much  time  do  you  have  before  it  burns  itself  out  ?  '  

’  why  do  i  feel  like  i’m  choking  lately  ?  '  

’  maybe  for  once  i’ll  really  try,  or  fuck  it  all  and  just  get  high,  'cause  that’s  an  answer.  '  

’  what’s  the  furthest  distance  a  ship  can  be  from  the  shore  before  it  loses  its  signal  ?  '  

’  maybe  i’ll  practice  my  guitar,  or  read  a  book,  or  steal  a  car.  '  

’  i’ll  get  a  job  and  get  paid,  or  get  a  girlfriend  and  get  laid.  '  

’  i’ll  join  the  army,  go  to  war.  '  

’  i  need  an  answer.  '  

’  maybe  it’s  okay  that  i  don’t  have  a  plan,  and  i  don’t  have  a  clue.  '  

’  i’m  nineteen,  and  that  doesn’t  mean  that  i  should  know  exactly  what  i  wanna  do,  right  ?  '  

’  i’ve  got  time  to  make  mistakes.  '  

’  but  i  am  scared  and  i’m  afraid  that  a  decision  won’t  get  made,  and  i’ll  be  like  this  forever.  '  

‘  time’s  up.  ’  

’  to  beat  malaise,  i  think  i’ll  clean.  '  

’  that  doesn’t  look  like  me  at  all.  '  

’  i  remember  taking  this.  i’m  all  aglow  because  he’s  giving  me  a  kiss.  that’s  how  i  know  how  long  ago  it  was.  '  

’  ignore  the  black  marks  on  the  wall.  '  

’  i  know  she  did  it  to  provoke,  'cause  she’s  exactly  like  her  dad.  '  

’  nothing’s  wrong,  and  i’m  no  longer  crying.  '  

’  that  mailman  likes  what  he  just  saw.  '  

’  aw  shit,  i  love  to  clean  the  house  !  '  

’  rip  the  pictures  off  the  wall.  '  

’  i  love  it  more  than  i  love  (name).  if  i  could  marry  it,  i  would.  '  

’  it  drives  me  wild,  it  does  the  job.  does  what  that  asshole  never  could.  '  

’  my  daughter  used  to  love  me.  she  doesn’t  anymore.  '  

’  every  time  you  make  a  compromise,  it  comes  at  quite  a  price.  '  

’  my  day  was  fine.  and  how  are  you  ?  '  

‘  i  feel  no  sorrow  because  i’ll  see  you  tomorrow.  ’  

’  i’m  sorta,  like,  the  neatest  guy  in  school.  '  

’  when  things  get  chilly,  that  is  when  i  want  them  hot.  '  

’  it  might  sound  silly,  but  it  bother’s  me  a  lot.  '  

’  they  know  the  way  their  whole  lives  will  play  out.  but  me  ?  i  don’t  have  a  clue  of  what  i’m  gonna  do  or  even  what  my  story  is  about.  '  

’  he’s  never  making  up  his  all-american  mind.  '  

’  i  hung  my  barbie  with  a  wire,  then  i  set  her  hair  on  fire.  she  looked  better  that  way.  '  

’  i  brought  her  carcass  to  class  to  keep  me  company.  a  move  which  was  apparently  not  cool.  '  

’  i  don’t  crave  acceptance.  '  

’  i  like  studying  bugs.  '  

’  no,  i  don’t  want  your  hugs.  please  just  leave  me  alone.  '  

’  i  am  a  strange  and  unusual  girl.  '  

’  i  need  a  place  where  i  show  my  face  and  strangers  don’t  tell  me  to  smile.  '  

’  i  need  a  place  where  a  girl  can  just  be  herself  for  a  while.  '  

’  you  need  a  pill,  you  need  a  bed.  that’s  what  they  say  when  mommy’s  dead.  '  

’  i’m  sad  my  mother  died  for  sure,  but  i  was  so  this  way  before.  '  

’  it’s  dumb,  just  let  me  be  numb.  '  

’  is  that  place  really  far  ?  '  

’  is  there  room  there  for  me  ?  '  

’  we’ll  be  together  there  in  the  nether,  laughing  as  death  knells  sweetly  chime.  '  

’  i  know  you’re  fine.  '  

’  i  know  you  don’t  need  me.  '  

’  i  just  get  scared  and  act  like  a  jerk.  '  

’  nothing’s  going  to  hurt  you.  not  on  my  watch.  '  

’  i’m  gonna  protect  you  from  former  mistakes.  '  

’  i’m  gonna  protect  you,  i  swear.  '  

’  i’ll  be  there  to  protect  you  from  all  of  the  bad  things  that  happen  in  florida.  '  

’  please  don’t  shout.  '  

’  i  know  you  know  what’s  best.  '  

’  it’s  not  that  i  don’t  trust  you.  it’s  just  i  don’t  just  trust  this  town.  '  

’  yeah,  i  really  didn’t  wanna  argue  today.  '  

’  if  you  really  listened  to  the  things  that  i  say,  you’d  hear  they  come  from  a  good  place.  '  

’  i’ve  seen  what  can  happen  to  people  like  us.  it’s  enough  to  make  you  sick.  '  

’  i  know  it’s  silly  that  i  worry,  but  i  do.  '  

’  i  wish  i  had  someone  who  said  this  shit  to  me.  '  

’  you’re  looking  blah  as  ever.  '  

’  my  daily  routine  is  all  such  an  endeavor.  '  

’  no.  not  gonna  happen.  '  

’  he  got  his  hoodie  at  the  fulton  flea.  '  

’  i  see  ironic  patches  and  my  soul  detaches.  '  

’  i  can’t  feel  a  thing  anymore.  '  

’  it’s  all  been  done  before.  '  

’  everything’s  a  horrible  bore.  '  

’  living  is  a  terrible  chore.  '  

’  there’s  nothing  new  to  do  in  brooklyn  anymore.  '  

’  i  didn’t  always  use  to  be  this  way.  '  

’  remember  how  i  felt  on  move-in  day  ?  i  was  so  young  and  connected.  '  

’  i  think  i  need  a  change.  '  

’  i  need  to  feel  some  heaven.  '  

’  i  don’t  care  where  you  were  on  9/11.  i  mean,  you  didn’t  even  live  in  new  york  at  the  time,  so  it  wasn’t  really  a  thing  for  you.  '  

’  it’s  totally  late.  '  

’  we’re  by  that  club  that’s  owned  by  beck.  ’

  ’  that  was  kind  of  whatever,  but  it  was  mostly  dumb.  '  

’  would  i  feel  different  if  i  lived  in  queens  ?  '  

’  it  doesn’t  matter  anyway.  '  

’  there’s  nothing  new  to  do  in  new  york  anymore.  '  

’  there’s  nothing  new  to  do  in  america  anymore.  '  

’  there’s  nothing  new  to  do  in  the  universe  anymore.  '  

’  it’s  all  been  done  before.  '  

’  i’m  feeling  alright.  a  little  depressed,  but  mostly  alright.  '  

’  oh,  how  i  love  a  novelty  mug.  '  

’  you  can  tell  that  she’s  got  guts  !  '  

’  she  struts  so  effortlessly  and  delicately,  she’s  so  different  from  me.  '  

’  i  don’t  want  her  to  think  that  i’m  some  perv  on  some  voyeuristic  trip.  '  

’  i  promise  i’m  not  looking  out  of  carnal  frustration,  it’s  more  i’m  just  observing,  rapt  in  admiration.  '  

’  you  make  me  feel  so  clean.  '  

’  please  show  me  what  to  do.  '  

’  i  wish  i  was  just  like  you.  '  

’  i  think  it’s  time  that  we  meet.  '  

’  wait,  how  did  i  even  get  on  the  street  ?  '  

’  a  couple  couples  see  me  fall  all  over,  but  none  of  them  cares.  '  

‘  i  wonder  what  you  think.  ’  

‘  your  life  will  be  the  same,  but  i  am  not  the  same.  ’  

’  i  dream  about  a  time  many  years  ago,  back  when  things  were  better  in  many  ways.  '  

’  at  least  we  still  got  one  thing  that  looks  the  way  it  did.  '  

’  it  might  be  safer  for  you  to  walk  to  school,  but  you’ll  never  be  as  cool  as  raul  julia  heading  to  rehearsal  in  the  fall.  '  

’  new  york  at  the  moment  is  a  troubling  place.  '  

’  take  me  back  to  the  way  back  when,  'cause  i  know  that  life  was  better  then.  '  

’  change  is  good,  but  at  what  price  ?  sometimes,  i’m  just  not  sure.  '  

’  i  know  we’re  better  for  the  progress  made,  but  i  still  dream  of  when  the  city  was  pure.  '  

’  better  now,  or  better  then  ?  how  do  you  compare  ?  '  

’  it  wasn’t  all  perfect,  last  i  checked.  i  know  that  things  look  different  in  retrospect  and  with  every  cause  comes  so  many  effects…  good  lord,  nostalgia’s  so  complex.  '  

’  man,  i  envy  girls  like  that.  '  

’  everybody’s  all  hypnotized  by  her  little  display.  '  

’  i’m  not  surprised,  i  see  it  every  day  of  my  life.  '  

’  i’m  playing  the  whore  and  the  wife,  but  that’s  fine.  i  don’t  wanna  play  the  princess  anyway.  '  

’  i  will  not  blend  into  a  crowd.  '  

’  please  let  it  be  understood  that  even  if  i  could,  i  wouldn’t  wanna  play  the  princess  anyway.  '  

’  confidence  is  not  a  skill  i  learned.  '  

’  they  get  pretty  far  playing  rough,  but  i  kinda  wish  i  was  that  tough.  i  mean,  i’m  fine.  '  

’  i  mean,  i’d  do  it  as  a  joke.  '  

’  i’m  allergic  to  flowers.  '  

’  i  bet  she’s  not  allergic  to  flowers.  '  

’  as  much  as  i  do  hate  to  say,  i  think  that  it’s  sorta  okay,  if  she  wants  to  be  that  way.  '  

’  she  had  potential.  '  

’  i  think  it’s  worth  a  shot.  '  

’  yeah,  you  should’ve  heard  the  cheering  in  the  place.  '  

’  her  skin  was  in  a  mushy  pile  of  blood  in  the  middle  of  the  floor.  '  

’  it’s  amazing  how  quick  things  can  move  when  unique’s  not  in  the  way.  '  

’  there’s  no  more  passion.  she  just  sees  it  as  logistics.  '  

’  see,  the  star  don’t  need  a  mouth.  she  just  needs  a  name.  '  

’  her  stratospheric  rise  and  fall  is  nothing  new.  '  

’  somebody  help  !  '  

’  she  just  keeps  crying  on  and  on  and  on.  '  

’  she  was  usually  screaming  anyway,  so  her  yelling  didn’t  cause  dismay.  no  one  checked  on  her  for  at  least  a  day.  '  

’  here’s  the  moral  of  the  story:  if  all  you  do  is  just  sing  loud  and  high,  when  you  die  nobody  cares.  '  

’  it  doesn’t  feel  good.  '  

’  things  are  just  weird.  '  

’  words  don’t  come  easy  for  me,  i  can’t  really  explain.  '  

’  how  could  you  leave  me  this  way  ?  '  

’  what  you’ve  done  to  me  is  wrong.  it’s  been  your  fault  all  along.  '  

’  i  promise  i  won’t.  but  if  i  did,  would  you  be  mad  ?  '  

’  you’ve  got  no  heart.  '  

’  you’ve  got  no  soul.  '  

’  your  brain  is  what  is  wrong.  '  

’  i  don’t  care  if  you  can’t  or  you  can.  if  you  can’t  say  it  to  my  face,  then  you’re  no  kind  of  man.  '  

’  hey,  at  least  change  my  fucking  name  when  you  goddamn  write  your  song  about  me.  '  

’  all  the  mistakes  that  he  made  about  the  girl  don’t  bother  him  as  much  as  everybody  things.  '  

’  all  the  mistakes  that  he  made  about  the  girl  are  different  from  the  mistakes  he  makes  when  he  drinks.  '  

’  i’d  bet  you’d  like  to  think  he’s  got  so  many  regrets,  but  the  way  he  sees  it,  he  did  nothing  wrong.  '  

’  the  anger  and  the  objects  he  would  hurt  were  not  the  things  that  made  life  unlivable.  '  

’  so  what  if  he  had  trouble  letting  down  his  guard  ?  it  wasn’t  his  fault  she  was  so  quick  to  feel.  '  

’  she’d  melt  every  time  that  he’d  sing.  '  

’  what  are  you  scared  of  ?  '  

’  yes,  there  were  mistakes.  but  it  doesn’t  matter  anymore  because  she’s  not  coming  back.  '  

’  all  the  mistakes  that  he  made  about  the  girl  keep  fucking  with  his  life  in  such  surprising  ways.  '  

’  he  likes  to  think  that  if  he  had  to  do  it  again,  he  could  fix  the  things  that  he  did  all  wrong  and  he’s  not  the  same  as  he  was  back  then.  '  

’  the  one  thing  that’s  totally  clear  is  he  wishes  she  was  still  here.  '  

’  he  tries  to  be  different,  but  he’s  still  out  of  touch.  '  

’  well,  that’s  what  i  would  do  if  it  were  me.  but  it’s  obviously  not.  '  

’  i’m  filled  with  sorrows  in  a  million  ways.  '  

’  i  hate  today.  '  

’  i’m  just  not  meant  for  these  times.  '  

’  i  try  to  be  like  other  guys  and  everybody  rolls  their  eyes.  '  

’  i  pretend  that  i  don’t  care.  '  

’  most  people  think  i’m  weird.  '  

’  all  my  friends  have  disappeared.  or  i  guess  they  were  never  there.  '  

’  my  social  life  would  be  on  fire  if  only  i  was  born  sixty  years  prior.  '  

’  everybody  on  their  phone  makes  me  feel  so  all  alone.  '  

’  life  is  complicated,  things  don’t  go  as  planned.  people  act  in  ways  that  i  don’t  understand.  '  

’  it  all  came  crashing  down  through  no  fault  of  my  own.  '  

’  i  tried  to  fit  in  and  they  told  me  i  could  not.  '  

’  the  outside  world  is  overrated  by  a  lot.  '  

’  i’ll  build  a  fort  all  by  myself,  alone.  '  

’  man,  it  sucks  that  there  is  no  one  who  really  understands  me.  '  

’  if  you  try  to  enter,  you  will  be  denied.  '  

'  i  have  been  away  so  long,  been  afraid  to  show  my  face.  but  i'm  a  man  now.  '  

'  i'm  not  a  man,  i'm  just  a  shape.  '  

'  everything  looks  weird  and  new.  '  

'  i  went  back  to  the  old  house.  it  was  crumbling  like  a  grave.  '  

'  if  i  can't  get  you  back  today,  i'm  gonna  make  this  whole  town  pay.  '  

'  welcome  home.  '

'  i  let  you  take  advantage  of  me  because  i  like  it  when  you  shove  me.  i  know  it  makes  you  feel  good.  '  

'  although  it  is  understood  that  you'll  be  the  death  of  me,  still,  i  got  the  sympathy  for  the  killer.  '  

'  i'm  grateful  every  time  you  choose  me.  '  

'  we  agreed  to  our  roles,  and  we  may  not  be  couple  goals.  .  .  '  

'  darling,  i'm  a  dying  breed.  '  

'  danger  is  impending,  i  can  guess  the  ending.  i  should  run.  '  

'  poor,  poor  baby.  '  

'  i  let  you  take  advantage  of  me,  it's  how  you  show  me  that  you  love  me.  '  

'  i'm  glad  that  you're  in  my  life.  '  

'  here's  where  you  put  the  knife.  '  

'  darling,  sweetie,  look  at  me.  '

'  i  try  to  focus  on  the  work,  but  it's  hell.  '  

'  i  try  to  not  just  go  berserk,  but  that  is  not  going  well.  '  

'  these  days  it's  harder  than  it  seems  to  ignore  that  she's  accomplished  all  my  dreams  then  some  more.  '  

'  i  know  that  jealousy  should  not  be  allowed  in  my  heart,  but  then  i  see  a  poster  of  her  and  i've  got  to  just  rip  it  apart.  '  

'  i  try  to  channel  all  this  hate  into  good.  '  

'  i  wanna  sing  about  hope,  about  faith,  about  loving  and  persevering.  '  

'  i  wanna  sing  about  me  and  you.  '  

'  my  psychotherapist  is  great.  well,  except,  when  she's  not.  '  

'  she  says  i  must  eliminate  this  fixation  i  got.  '  

'  i  swear,  someone  would  think  i'm  ill  if  this  didn't  make  sense.  '  

'  it's  not  lost  on  me  you're  here  at  my  show.  with  your  support,  i  try  to  let  my  anger  go.  '  

'  as  i  look  out  at  your  face,  i  can  tell  you'd  rather  be  with  her.  '  

'  i'm  gonna  sing  until  the  anger  and  jealousy,  illness  and  horror,  just  numbs  me.  '

'  without  her,  i  would  not  survive.  '  

'  she  feeds  me,  comforts  me,  she  is  my  family.  '  

'  my  thoughts  start  to  splinter  and  she  keeps  me  sane.  '  

'  you  say  she's  not  my  type,  but  i  don't  think  you  understand.  '  

'  she's  not  the  one  who  keeps  me  here.  no,  i  am  the  one  who  wants  her  near.  '  

'  i  could  leave  her  if  i  choose.  '  

'  it's  not  like  i  wanna  quit.  ’

‘  i  just  pull  away  a  bit.  .  .  she  does  not  like  that  very  much.  '  

'  thanks  for  all  you  gave,  but  i  am  not  your  slave.  '  

'  she  burns  me  and  beats  me  and  ties  me  to  bed.  '  

'  she  loves  me,  she  hates  me.  '

'  aw,  shucks,  it's  no  big  deal.  '  

'  i  mean,  it's  not  like  i  didn't  know  that  this  was  your  m.o.  '  

'  if  i'm  buying  beer,  you're  dear  and  kind.  but  if  i'm  not  near,  you're  deaf  and  blind.  '  

'  i  try  to  not  hang  on  too  tight,  but  if  i  don't  you'll  just  take  flight.  '  

'  i  hate  you  until  we  reunite.  '  

'  it  aggravates  the  piss  outta  me,  'cause  i  thought  we  had  a  history.  '  

'  doesn't  it  count  for  something  ?  '  

'  if  you  knew  just  how  bad  that  it  hurt,  you'd  be  ashamed  of  yourself.  '  

'  if  you  knew  just  how  hard  i  cried,  you  wouldn't  look  in  the  mirror.  '

'  i  know  you're  really  not  that  bad  of  a  man  and  that's  what  makes  it  all  worse.  '  

'  if  you  can't  really  see  all  you've  been  putting  me  through,  i  hope  you  try.  at  least  try.  '  

'  safe  travels.  '

'  the  saddest  thing  about  having  one  leg  is  that  it  isn't  the  saddest  thing  about  me.  '  

'  it's  becoming  clear  everybody  does  fine  without  me.  '  

'  condescending  pity's  not  my  fave.  '  

'  i'm  just  being  real.  no  need  to  smile  or  frown  or  get  all  pouty  and  weepy.  '  

'  he  don't  have  to  be  from  france,  i  just  want  somebody  to  spoon  with.  '  

'  see,  i  have  never  been  touched.  '  

'  ew,  get  away.  '  

'  he  don't  have  to  taste  like  honey,  he  can  be  a  fuckin'  slob  !  '  

'  i  don't  want  a  rose,  and  i  don't  want  the  moon.  all  i  want  is  a  dude  who'd  be  down  for  a  really,  really  good  spoon.  '

'  i  just  want  her  to  feel  alright.  '  

'  we  all  get  a  little  sad  sometimes.  '  

'  i  want  to  watch  her  chew  her  food.  '  

'  we  all  act  a  little  bad  sometimes.  '  

'  if  you  rearrange  the  letters  in  both  our  names,  you  get  one  away  from  normal.  '  

'  we're  not  in  love,  i  wish  we  were.  '  

'  i  can  tell  you're  hungry  and  you  need  some  food,  and  if  i  didn't  offer,  i'd  be  awfully  rude.  '

'  baby,  let's  go  to  bed.  '  

'  the  moonlight  taunts  me.  '  

'  now  i  have  to  run  away  from  you.  '  

'  i'll  be  back  here  in  the  morning.  '  

'  if  you  could  see  me,  you'd  be  frightened  half  to  death,  even  if  you  knew  the  motions  i  was  going  through  i'd  done  a  thousand  times.  '  

'  there  are  times  i  don't  feel  as  guilty  as  i  should.  '  

'  i'll  seem  innocent  as  ever.  '  

'  please  try  to  be  discreet.  '  

'  feed  your  filthy  hunger,  but  clean  up  the  evidence.  '  

'  i  say  it's  just  because  i  love  you  so  much,  but  i  think  we  both  know  that's  a  lie.  '

‘  i’m  sorry  for  the  times  i  ran  away.  ’

'  there  won't  be  no  snow,  won't  be  no  joy,  because  i  had  to  go  and  be  a  naughty  little  boy.  '  

'  she  shed  a  tear  when  i  said  she  wouldn't  see  me  on  the  25th  this  year.  '  

'  i  committed  a  crime  at  christmas  time,  so  i  won't  be  coming  home.  '  

'  i'll  serve  my  time,  unless  santa  stuffs  my  stocking  with  a  pick-axe  and  a  file.  '  

'  i  never  cared  for  christmas  much  before.  '  

'  now  i'd  atone,  i'd  scream  amen,  if  it  meant  i'd  get  to  taste  my  mama's  stuffing  once  again.  '

'  they  tell  me  that  my  songs  have  gone  out  of  style.  '  

'  what  else  you  got  ?  '  

'  if  you'd  come  in  here  in  '73,  you're  the  kind  that  i  would  have  signed  instantly.  but  it's  now,  not  then.  '  

'  they  don't  like  my  sound.  they  tell  me  my  singing's  out  of  style.  '  

'  i  remind  him  of  a  girl  who  used  to  work  in  this  place.  she  made  it  big.  '  

'  i  could  smell  the  alcohol  upon  her  breath.  '

'  they  were  friends  but  kind  of  competitive.  '  

'  they  were  real  new  yorkers  down  to  the  core.  '  

'  things  in  new  york  are  temporary.  you  can  beg  it  to  stop  changing,  but  it  won't.  '  

'  remember  the  thing  you  once  admired.  '

'  you're  used  to  thinking  about  him  in  a  certain  way  from  the  persona  that  he  displayed.  then  something  changes,  and  he  changes  from  a  guy  that  you'd  never  be  into  into  a  guy  that  you'd  kinda  be  into.  '  

'  i  don't  always  relate  to  other  people  my  age,  except  when  i'm  on  the  stage.  '  

'  why  am  i  telling  this  to  you  ?  i  guess  there's  a  part  of  me  that  wants  to.  who  knew  ?  '

'  i've  got  a  little  problem  that's  really  got  me  low.  i've  got  a  crush  on  this  beautiful  boy,  but  nobody  can  know.  '  

'  if  we  were  ever  seen  together  in  public,  my  friends  would  scream  and  mother  would  die.  '  

'  his  hair  is  dirty  and  he  paints  his  nails  black.  '  

'  he  curses  like  he's  got  tourette's,  and  he  tokes  and  smokes  clove  cigarettes,  and  i'm  in  love.  '  

'  we're  like  mickey  d's  and  fine  wine.  '  

'  in  that  instant,  i  saw,  i  knew  that  his  nipples  were  pierced,  but  his  heart  was  too.  '  

'  he's  in  love  and  he  wants  me  to  know.  '

‘  i’m  in  love.  ’

'  it's  no  big  thing,  i  swear.  '  

'  i  was  bored  and  she  was  there.  '  

'  you  wanna  talk  a  while  ?  '  

'  i  went  because  i  was  feeling---  well,  no,  feeling's  not  the  right  word.  no,  i  went  because  i  was  crying.  well,  not  crying,  more  like  choking.  '  

'  what's  happening  to  me  ?  '  

'  sometimes  i  think  about  something  that  i  can't  stop  thinking  about.  '  

'  i  care  so  much  it  scares  me.  '  

'  i  mean,  it's  just  like,  whatever.  '

'  i  fell  in  love  in  juvie  hall.  '  

'  i  used  to  freak,  i  used  to  cry.  i  wanted  to  kill,  wanted  to  die.  '  

'  would  an  angel  such  as  she  ever  get  with  me  ?  '  

'  the  way  she  looked  at  me  in  anger  therapy...  it  made  all  my  defenses  fall.  '  

'  i  just  gotta  tell  you  that,  um,  i  think  you're  pretty  fine.  it's  not  just  your  looks,  it's  everything  about  you.  '  

'  people  say  that  i  got  too  many  feelings  for  one  little  body.  '

'  there's  a  crazy  little  dance  that's  sweeping  the  nation.  '  

'  it's  an  easy  little  cure  for  your  frustration.  '  

'  now  it's  time  for  everyone  to  dance  with  me  !  '  

'  i  hope  your  body's  feeling  limber  !  '

'  when  you  get  made  fun  of  at  school,  they'll  tell  you  them  bullies  are  jealous  and  stupid  because  you're  so  cool.  '  

'  when  it's  time  to  go  to  prom,  they'll  give  you  a  condom  and  a  shot  of  binaca.  '  

'  you're  the  bomb.  '  

'  they'll  made  disapprove  a  little  and  grit  their  teeth,  but  they  will  understand  what's  underneath.  '  

'  they  love  you  so  much  that  they  will  tolerate  all  the  silly  crap  you  say.  '

'  i  heard  him  coming  from  miles  away.  '  

'  we'll  be  friends  until  the  day  we  die.  '  

'  that's  nice,  you  say  i'm  a  stand  up  guy  even  though  i  have  terrible  scoliosis.  '  

'  have  you  been  taking  dance  classes  ?  '  

'  we  very  rarely  fight.  '  

'  when  life  gets  tough  or  too  intense,  i  know  he's  got  my  back.  '  

'  i  love  it  that  you  have  skin.  '  

'  i  love  you,  you  old  bag  of  bones.  '

'  it  always  seems  like  i'm  out  of  place.  '  

'  everybody  screams  when  they  see  my  face.  '  

'  i  try  best  at  the  latest  fashion,  but  my  issues  still  feel  unresolved.  '  

'  my  awkwardness  is  so  distinct.  '  

'  i  wonder  why  i'm  still  alive.  '

'  i'm  beautiful.  i'm  perfect  too.  '  

'  i'm  a  celebration  of  time  and  modulation.  '  

'  i  am  confident  in  who  i'll  become.  '  

'  honey,  don't  be  dumb.  '

'  who  i  am  currently  isn't  who  i  am  gonna  be.  '  

'  i  don't  care  and  i  don't  mind,  but  what  if  this  transition  is  the  thing  by  which  i  am  defined  ?  '

'  i  think  i'm  starting  to  forget  his  face.  '  

'  i  think  i'm  starting  to  forget  his  hands.  the  way  they  looked,  the  way  they  felt  when  holding  mine.  i  think  i  remember  they  felt  strong,  but  i  can't  be  sure,  it's  been  so  long.  '  

'  he  gave  me  a  kiss  and  whispered  something  to  me,  but  i  can't  remember  what  he  said.  '

'  don't  you  fall  down  now,  you're  almost  to  the  other  side.  '  

'  if  you  don't  pull  through,  you're  gonna  scar  the  children  who  had  faith  in  you.  '  

'  as  you're  choking  on  a  cloud,  think  of  just  how  freaking  loud  they  will  scream  when  you've  returned.  '  

'  every  compliment  you  field  is  another  wound  that's  healed.  '  

'  my  power's  gone.  i  need  to  pay  the  bill  to  get  it  turned  back  on.  '  

'  i  think  how  lately  i  just  feel  beat  down  and  tired.  the  motivation's  not  the  same,  my  drive's  expired.  '

'  i  can't  dance  in  the  rain  because  i'll  corrode  and  rust  up.  '  

'  i  wish  i  was  flesh  and  bone.  '  

'  i  know  that  next  to  them  i  just  look  like  an  appliance.  '  

'  i  keep  keeping  everybody  at  an  arm's  length.  '  

'  i'm  more  than  some  discarded  steel.  '  

'  i  can  freak  out  and  feel,  i  think  that  that  means  that  i'm  real.  '

'  i  threw  out  my  tickets  to  the  opera  because  nobody  wanted  to  go.  '  

'  i  thought  i'd  just  sit  here  contently.  '  

'  i'm  gonna  put  a  party  hat  on  my  cat.  '  

'  we'll  be  laughing  and  doing  the  lindy,  and  i'll  be  the  belle  of  all  things.  '  

'  you  back  the  hell  up.  i  don't  want  no  part  of  that.  '  

'  why  do  i  do  this  ?  '  

'  it's  better  than  living  in  a  dumpster  !  '

‘  you  are  quite  something.  ’

‘  that’s  what  my  therapist  says  !  ’

'  you  better  thank  your  lucky  stars  that  i  exist.  '

'  i'm  hanging  around  and  dreaming  of  chicks.  '  

'  i  would  thrive  in  the  caribbean.  '  

'  sometimes  my  mom  forgets  to  feed  me.  '  

'  they  don't  understand  when  i  make  a  noise  or  when  i  try  to  escape  or  break  my  toys,  that's  just  how  i  communicate.  '

'  he  was  supposed  to  be  watching  me,  but  he  was  stoned.  '  

'  when  he  slept,  i  went  through  all  of  his  stuff.  i  found  pills,  and  a  gun,  bit  a  beer,  bit  a  snuff.  '  

'  you're  the  best.  '  

'  we  love  how  you  play.  '  

'  i  was  nervous  and  nerdy  and  totally  shy.  '  

'  this  is  better  than  anything  else.  '  

'  my  acne  is  gone  and  my  mom's  not  divorced,  and  it's  all  good.  '

‘  it  hasn’t  all  been  perfect,  but  it’s  been  better  than  anything  else.  ’

'  i'm  gonna  find  the  bastard,  get  my  woman  back,  and  be  with  her  again  beneath  the  setting  sun.  '  

'  they  done  me  wrong,  i've  been  abused.  '  

'  revenge  has  long  since  been  defused.  '  

'  the  only  thing  i  know  how  to  do  is  to  live  and  breathe  and  die  for  you.  '

‘  no  one  else  would  understand.  ’

'  i  would  never  last  on  land.  '  

'  the  rules  that  we've  invented  allow  us  all  to  play.  '  

'  when  exits  are  presented,  we  stay.  '  

'  there's  so  many  strangers  there.  '  

'  everybody  lives  so  far  apart.  '  

'  we  find  the  solution  to  escape  our  fates.  '  

'  i  don't  know  where  i'd  be  if  you  weren't  here  with  me.  '  

'  lord,  what  would  i  do  if  i  didn't  have  you  ?  '

'  someone  else's  success  is  not  your  failure.  '  

'  hey,  it's  okay.  i  still  love  you.  '  

'  if  life  don't  give  you  what  you  need,  just  try  and  try  again.  '  

'  you  gotta  know  that  even  though  it's  so  cliche,  you  must  go  on  with  the  show.  '  

'  just  dust  yourself  off,  honey,  and  respect  that  that  was  a  sign.  '  

'  if  your  suicide  goes  bust,  then  you  absolutely  must  not  try  again.  '  

'  fuck  those  bastards,  find  a  friend.  '

[spectoris]

FOR YOUR LOVE | KYLO REN

pairing: kylo ren x gn!reader

summary: kylo's motivations come to light

contains: rivals to lovers, canon typical violence, elements of dark romance, obsessive!kylo, slight ooc kylo (he rambles), implied jedi!reader

word count: 0.9k

a/n: sentence starter from nightprompts, inspired by the song "for your love" by maneskin

“For being someone you hate, I’m on your mind a lot.”

Your words come out through gritted teeth, more of a spit than a sentence. Every inch of your body exerts as much force it contains to hold off against the clash of colors before your squinted eyes. Heels dug into the dark soil, your frame remains stagnant despite Kylo’s imposing bruteness. The crackling red of his lightsaber fills most of your vision, swallowing the color of your blade completely whole. A hesitant gulp runs down your throat. You hate how you can feel the heat of the blades across your cheeks, even in the wintery air.

Kylo sees past your sarcastic facade; you assume he can despite the helmet that obscures his face. His breathing comes out slow but heavy, signaling his exhaustion. To credit yourself, you did put up a good fight. The large crack on the side of his helmet where part of his singed hair peeks through sits as a testament to your force. Still, you’ve strained yourself far past your limits. The adrenaline may have given you a boost before. Now you can hardly keep your legs from shaking.

Despite the close proximity of the two blades, neither of them seem to come any closer. Through your fatigue, you notice Kylo hasn’t moved. His saber may be pressed against yours, holding position, but that’s all there is to it. There’s a sudden stillness to the air, a stark contrast to the tremors of the Force surrounding you two as you fought moments before.

“You are.”

The words take a moment to settle in your ears. You blink blankly at Kylo, grip loosening around the hilt of your weapon. In the split second you let up, Kylo’s lightsaber swings to attack your legs. Instinctively, your saber comes down to block him. You notice it again, the sudden stillness, the fact that he let you defend yourself before his weapon fully came down.

“You are.”

The helmet makes Kylo’s voice come out mechanical, as if programmed by a droid. Yet you can hear the slightest hint of his own unobscured tone. Desperate, like the confession pains him. Kylo’s lightsaber reaches for your shoulder, once again slow enough for you to block. Rather than hold the position, Kylo continues to barrel his lightsaber at you. His relentless attacks drive you further back. Though each clash covers part of his speech, you still hear the words clearly.

“I hate you. I hate you. I can never escape you, no matter how far I go.”

You can’t suppress your scoff. “You, escape me? If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who keeps coming for me. You’re the one with the army and the forces and the utter brashness to spend your resources on me, Supreme Leader.”

Your foot catches in the root of a tree, throwing you back. You brace yourself for the fall, but an invisible force keeps you upright. Looking forward, Kylo’s hand is outstretched. It quickly falls back to his side. You bring both of your hands back to the hilt of your lightsaber, holding the burning blade between the two of you. Kylo’s still burns, though he doesn’t wield it.

“Everything…All I do…is for you.”

A hot flash of anger replaces the icy chill in your spine. “What in Maker’s name are you talking about?”

“Everything! The armies, the droids, the battles—I did it all for you!” Kylo steps closer. Through the helmet, you sense his face twisted in half anger and agony. “I wanted, I needed you to rule beside me. Create an empire no one else in the galaxy could touch. You could’ve had anything you wanted. I would’ve given you everything you wanted.”

Kylo takes off his battered helmet. You want to tear your eyes away. It’d be easier to dismiss his claims as a possession of the dark side of the Force if you couldn’t sense the genuinity in his pleading eyes. The Supreme Leader has toppled out of his throne.

“Of all things,” you manage to utter, “you thought I’d want destruction?”

“Power,” Kylo spits, his typical curtness returning for a brief moment. “Even the purest of minds want power. The power to heal, the power to help.”

You shake your head no as Kylo takes more steps toward you. You push your lightsaber foward, forcing a bigger gap between you and Kylo. “I’d rather be thrown to the rancors than take anything from you.”

Kylo’s lightsaber is disarmed, now a hunk of metal in his hand. Yours continues to burn and crackle. Drive it through him. Silence him. End this now. Your hands tremble as Kylo’s wraps around them, disarming your lightsaber for you. The leather is warm to the touch, softer than you expected. You imagine your eyes to be like that of a porg’s—round, dark, and helpless. What remains of the space between you and Kylo is only a few inches that shrink with each passing second. Your nose picks up the scent of blood, fuel, and earth from his skin.

To deny the curiosity that nags at your brain is to deny the strange warmth that blooms across your skin. Both run rampant, and in Kylo’s presence only grow. The dark side of his Force coming in contact with your light side creates a dangerous thrum you feel in your veins. Both of you can sense its potential growing, and neither reject it.

“Why?” you whisper as Kylo’s forehead nearly grazes yours. “Why did you do it?”

His hand holds you steady by the nape of your neck. You gasp when he brings his lips close to your ear.

“For your love.”

a/n: this is a repost... anyway if you haven't listened to the song pls pls do it's so obsessively slutty every time i listen to it i go yes!!! this is kylo's song!!!

[magewritesstories]

I’m not sure if you write for this version of this character in particular but I saw you did an incorrect quote for Harry Osborn, and I was wondering if you could do tasm 2 version Harry Osborn headcanons like a dating him includes?

Harry Osborn // Dating Headcanons

Note: ofc, ofc I would love to share some hc's (btw AU where he doesn't have the Goblin Disease) TW: mentions of fighting, possessiveness (but not in the Wattpad mafia way y'know)

okay so for starters, buckle up for enemies to lovers office romance

but it's one-sided; you dislike him, 'cause y'know he's kinda an asshole, but he just likes teasing you and doesn't actually mean anything he says

after a very drunk confrontation at an office party, you tell him you think he's an absolute asshole, and how much you hate working for him

after a while it just devolves to stupid things you dislike, like the way you hate that he drinks black coffee or that he has to have take-out all the time, or that he just randomly cancels meetings for no apparent reasons

the next day, you just find a box of chocolates on your desk

after that it's a little more smooth sailing

after a few months— which is enough time for harry to fully mourn the death of his dad— things start getting better

he's fully taken over as CEO of oscorp and proven to everybody, that despite the fact that he's young, he's still a good businessman

i imagine it's been a year, and now that you're both fully adjusted to the job, things start getting a little more spicy

at first you don't even notice the change; he puts down a cup of coffee— you're favourite order— on your desk when he arrives at the office, or he asks you to join him in eating take-out when you two are the only ones left in the office after a long day

then it escalates, you complain about the old coffee machines, and he has them replaced, or you offhandedly mention the fact that one of the lifts is always out of order, and the next day you see some poor mechanics who've been working at it all night walk past you, complaining about how much of hardass the "baby osborn" is

your friend is the one that mentions it first; "hey, weren't you complaining about those yesterday?"

at first you just shrug it off, he was being a good boss, so what?

but after a while, it gets into your head anyway

i mean, there are only so many sentences with a flirty undertone a girl can take

so, being you, you decide to outright ask him

"are you flirting with me?"

"i have been for the past three months, but thanks for noticing."

after that he just gives you one of those typical harry osborn smirks and walks off, hands in his pockets 'n everything

Once you guys actually start dating though, he's a total sweetheart

His love languages are most definitely gift giving (giving) and physical touch (receiving)

Speaking of, you bet you're closet goes from being worth 200$ to being worth 8000$ within weeks

It starts off as small things, a cup of coffee on him, or some dinner in the office, just the two of you

But it escalates quickly

By the time you're three month anniversary rolls around, he's bought you just about the entire Jimmy Choo collection, and your amazon wishlist

He remembers everything you tell him, from the fact that you love a certain colour or dislike a certain food, he'll definitely remember

When you tell him you feel bad about the amount of money he spends on you, he just shrugs it off

besides you can pay him back by wearing that Victoria's Secret gift he got you a few weeks ago

Princess treatment all the way

The entire thing, holds your bags, opens the door, has his card out and has paid before you even reach for your wallet

Just loves spoiling you

Dates are usually one of two things:

One: Super extravagant, oh there's this cool restaurant in LA you want to check out when you go there? He has two tickets booked, and he's written it in his agenda for next saturday

Two: Super chill weekend in. The two of you just relax, watch some movies, have breakfast in bed, maybe even some pillow forts if he's feeling fancy, and of course, pillow fights that somehow always end up in make-out sessions

Extremely touch-starved, so will have his hands on you all the time

And he isn't even ashamed about it

Like, y'all will be at dinner, and he'll casually put an arm around your shoulder and pull you closer to him, to the point that you're almost in his lap

"Harry, we're in public!"

"So?"

"People are staring!"

"I reiterate: So?"

Just a sweetheart in general, he loves you and he isn't ashamed of it at all

But of course, there are some downsides too

For starters, he's very unaware of just how privileged he is

He doesn't do it on purpose though, he really doesn't mean to seem like an arrogant jerk. But it just shows

For example, this one time, there was a super sale at Costco, and you were super excited to tell him, and he just stared at you like, "What's the big deal??"

You'd think hanging out with Peter would make him realize that not everyone has the same chances and problems growing up

It gets annoying sometimes, like how he just shrugs off employees overworking themselves with a "So, if they're so stressed, just take a day off."

He's trying though

Secondly, he's extremely possessive, so he gets jealous super easily

For example, the two of you will be at one of his rich people gala's—as you very fondly call them— and this random guy will have a chat with you, normal conversation, but with an obvious flirty undertone

And he'll get very annoyed

"Why didn't you tell him you had a boyfriend?" *insert pout*

"Harry, we were talking about the stock market, where would I just casually add that piece of information?"

He's annoyed for the rest of the night, as well as the car ride home— in which you tell him he's being childish— but the moment you get home he just sighs and tells you he's sorry for overreacting

Those fights usually turn into long night conversations, with tea and blankets

He also has the habit of forgetting dates

This is usually when there's a big project presentation coming up and he's nervous

Usually you don't mind, after all, you've seen first hand how brutal the board can be

But sometimes it's just a little too much, and all the other little things that have been bothering the two of you blow up into one big fight

You're both very stubborn so it just turns into a waiting game of who'll give in first

If he's the one who gives in, he usually turns up at your door with a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers and your favourite chocolates

Definitely the type to drive across the city to get you that one sweet, from that one shop you really like

If you're the one to give in, he'll just pout, and tell you he's still mad

He already gave in the moment you walked in though

He just likes to tease you, but after the third sorry he feels bad and tells you he's sorry for neglecting you too

He likes the idea of communication, and he's trying to get better at it

But when he can't find the words, he just defaults back to buying you stuff

That's how his dad always fixed stuff, so it's the only way he knows

But he tries, because it's you and you deserve nothing less than the best

[liaromancewriter]

Stand By Me

Premise: Cassie experiences the downside of having Ethan Ramsey as a mentor.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff Format: Prose + Text and Pic Fic Words: 2,610

A/N: Submission for @choicesaprilchallenge24 prompt, two-word sentence starter: "you're wrong"

Part 1: The Calm

Cassie Valentine had never traveled quite like this. The cargo plane’s interior was cavernous and dimly lit, a stark contrast to the tightly packed but bright commercial jet that had flown her and Ethan Ramsey from Boston to Miami for the first leg of their trek to assist humanitarian efforts after an earthquake in Haiti.

Cassie thought idly that the jet had been more comfortable with its plush seating. She sat cross-legged on the cold, metal floor, a duffle bag shoved behind her, cushioning her lower back from the unyielding steel, and scanned her surroundings.

The sparse interior was devoid of the usual comforts of commercial flights. There were no overhead bins, seatback trays or in-flight entertainment to pass the time. Just an expansive, unadorned metal hull echoing with the sound of the engines, a constant, deafening roar that made any attempt at conversation futile.

“Hope you’re strapped in tight, folks,” Hank, the team leader, shouted above the noise.

Standing in the center of the plane, his legs spread for balance, he stretched his long arms to grip one of the loops hanging from the ceiling.

“It’s going to be a bumpy ride, but at least there’s no middle seat to fight over,” Hank continued matter-of-factly as the plane gained speed on the runway, its sides rattling in response. A few people chuckled.

He finished his safety instructions a minute or two before the wheels lifted off the tarmac, and quickly strapped himself into a jump seat on the far side. He caught her watching him, and winked flirtatiously.

Back on the ground, Ethan had greeted Hank with an easy familiarity borne out of their shared experience during the Amazon mission years earlier. The casual insults had rolled off their tongues as they needled each other jokingly.

Cassie suspected this trip would be eye-opening in more ways than one as she spied on Ethan’s relaxed profile out of the corner of her eye. As if sensing her scrutiny, he glanced askance at her and she gave him a thumbs up signal.

She huddled inside the leather jacket, shivering from the chill that permeated the aircraft as it began its ascent. Leaning her head on Ethan’s shoulder, she smiled ruefully at Libby, the petite red-haired fifth-year surgical resident strapped in across from her.

They’d gotten to chatting in the hangar as they waited for the plane to be loaded with boxes filled with medical and food supplies and humanitarian aid packages. Libby, on her third trip to a disaster zone, had been a fount of information on what to expect and advice on how to manage in crude living conditions.

Cassie felt a sense of adventure mingled with apprehension. The headlines coming out of Port-au-Prince had painted a bleak picture of destruction, death and despair.

When Ethan’s contact in the WHO reached out asking for medical volunteers, Cassie knew she wasn’t going to be left behind this time. She might not have experience in field hospitals, but it was time she got it.

Ethan hadn’t argued or tried to talk her out of it. They were doctors; this is what they did.

As the plane reached cruising altitude, Cassie peered out of a small window near the floor. The view was obscured by a thick mesh covering the outside, but it did little to diminish the sense of wonder at the vast blue sea below, the calm surface broken only by the white crests of waves.

The flight was long, longer still, with nothing to do to pass the time. Cassie found herself drifting off to sleep, lulled by the monotony of the engine’s roar and the comforting feel of Ethan’s arm around her.

The next thing she knew, he was nudging her awake. The plane’s vibration beneath her had changed, gradually descending as they approached their destination. The atmosphere inside was abuzz with anticipation. Shortly after, the plane touched down on the tarmac, the landing rougher than the take-off.

“Ready?” Ethan asked as they unstrapped themselves once the plane had come to a halt.

Cassie nodded, stretching her arms and legs to shake off the stiffness. “Next time, remind me to grab a sleeping bag and some snacks.”

He chuckled, but his smile was soft as he stared into her green eyes. He ran his index finger down the side of her face, tucked back a lock of blonde hair that had escaped her ponytail, and tilted her face up.

The kiss was a mere brush of the lips, whisper soft, barely there before it was gone. It was the last moment of normality. Once they disembarked, everything would change.

Part 2: The Storm

The oppressive heat and humidity were unlike anything Cassie had experienced before, although she’d certainly been to the tropics. Her brother’s island home on St. Thomas was a few hundred miles east, but its luxurious, air-conditioned environs were worlds apart from the rows of beige-colored tents spread out in every direction.

The back of her short-sleeved cotton scrub top was damp from perspiration, so she lifted the hem to air it out. Exiting the stuffy interior of a medical tent housing non-urgent cases, Cassie took a deep breath. The pungent smells of human waste and unwashed bodies hit her nostrils immediately, and she started gagging.

Sweat dripped down her face, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. In the last few days, she’d lost her weight in fluids as they dug latrines, carried supplies from one end of the field hospital to another and spent hours in airless spaces treating patients whose eyes were inconsolable with loss.

It had taken her more than a minute to get her bearings, but Ethan had been in his element. She knew he’d volunteered with Partners in Health when he was a resident and fellow. But she’d had a hard time picturing the sophisticated, opera-loving Dr. Ramsey in such crude surroundings, digging ditches, boots covered in mud, grime staining his clothes.

They had both been busy in their respective areas, retreating every night, bone tired, muscles aching, to their assigned bedroom in staff housing near the hospital. All they did was sleep before waking up early to do it all over again.

Suddenly missing him and desperate to feel his arms around her, Cassie marched down the dirt path between tents, her green eyes searching for him or someone familiar who could tell her if they’d seen him.

Her ears pricked when she heard his deep voice and distinctive laugh close by. Changing directions, she followed her instincts and turned left, slowing down when she saw him standing in the middle of a clearing, his back to her.

Ethan was with an older man she hadn’t met before. His gray hair was long from the back, brushing past his collar, with deep-set eyes and a hooked nose. He spoke English with a heavy accent, gesticulating with his hands for emphasis.

The other man caught her spying on them, and his voice boomed, chiding. “Ah, another acolyte for my young friend. It’s always the same story, eh, Ramsey?”

Cassie flushed when she realized he was referring to her.

Surprised, Ethan spun on his heels and relaxed when he spotted her. “Cassie.”

Her earlier euphoria faded, replaced by a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach as she joined them.

“You know each other?” The other man asked, glancing between her and Ethan.

“Klaus, meet Dr. Valentine.” Ethan made the introductions. “Cassie, this is Dr. van Rijn, special missions head at the WHO. We go way back.”

“Valentine, Valentine. Why do I know that name?” Dr. van Rijn tapped one finger against his lips before his eyes cleared in recognition. “Ah, yes, of course.”

Cassie felt a momentary high at being recognized by someone of his stature, but his next words had her deflating like a balloon popped with a pin.

“You’re the intern!”

“That was six years ago,” Ethan shook his head in amusement. “She’s hardly an intern anymore, Klaus. Dr. Valentine is—”

“Your mentee, or rather, your protege,” he interrupted. “Yes, yes, Ethan, I remember. My hair is more gray than when we last saw each other, but my memory is sharper than ever.”

“But your hearing could use some work,” Ethan retorted, shoving his hands in his pant pockets. “As I was saying….”

Cassie saw herself standing in a long tunnel, the dismissive words spoken by the other man echoing around her. Intern. Mentee. Ramsey’s protege. Reduced to nothing more than that.

“Cassie, are you alright?”

Ethan’s concerned voice broke through her reverie, and she looked up, startled. They were both staring at her, one in disquiet and the other with curiosity.

“Sorry, I was miles away,” Cassie said. “What were you talking about?”

“Ethan was just telling me you’re now leading his former team,” van Rijn said. “That’s quite an accomplishment for one so young. You made a smart decision when you chose to train under Dr. Ramsey. He’s one of the best and most astute physicians I’ve ever met. You’ll go far if you keep following in your mentor’s footsteps.”

Incensed at the implication that her success was not of her own making, Cassie opened her mouth to deliver a cutting retort or at least defend her record. But Ethan stepped in front of her, figuratively, and beat her to it.

“That’s unfair, Klaus,” Ethan said sternly. “Dr. Valentine is brilliant. She diagnosed and found a cure for Naveen when he and I had both given up. She’s the keynote speaker at this year’s AADM conference, just like I was all those years ago, and is a special advisor to a Congressional national committee on healthcare affordability.”

He paused, frowning slightly before continuing. “And before you shove your foot even further down your mouth, you’ve apparently forgotten that she’s also my wife.”

Cassie stared in shock at Ethan, her ears ringing. His wife?!? That’s how he chose to end this? She thought they were partners and equals first, but clearly, she’d been mistaken.

“I heard you’d gotten married,” van Rijn said, flustered, “but I didn’t realize it was to…”

His words trailed off, and his cheeks turned red with embarrassment as he glanced at Cassie.

Ethan, too, watched her warily as she continued to stand there in stony silence, arms folded tightly across her front.

As she grappled with her emotions, feeling the old imposter syndrome return, Cassie knew she would blow her top if she didn’t walk away now. Preferably with her dignity intact.

“It was a pleasure,” she almost tripped over the word, “to meet you, Dr. van Rijn. I have to get back to work.”

She nodded rigidly at Ethan. “I’ll see you later.”

She was practically running once she was out of sight, unable to slow down despite the heat making her lightheaded.

Cassie often counted her blessings that she’d gotten a chance to work with Ethan, the compassionate and caring doctor who’d captured her heart. But for the first time in her life, she wished she’d never met Dr. Ramsey.

Part 3: The Aftermath

Part 4: The Closure

Ethan poured Malbec into a long-stemmed wine glass for Cassie the moment he heard her keys rattle in the apartment door. He’d had his ears cocked for the last half-hour, the trepidation building with every passing minute.

He heard the swoosh of the hallway closet door as she likely hung up her coat and the clatter of her shoes hitting the hardwood floor. Just as she walked into the living room, he took a large swallow of his wine and promptly started coughing when it went down the wrong pipe.

“Are you okay?” Cassie asked, her brow furrowed in concern as she approached him and brushed her hand up and down his back.

Ethan nodded, wheezing as the cough tickled his throat. He set the glass on the counter before he spilled the drink all over the kitchen floor. Finally, he managed to get himself under control.

Cassie lifted the glass of wine he’d poured for her and sipped slowly, her eyes closing as she savored the taste.

“You always know just what I need,” she said with a deep sigh. “M&M was particularly long and exhausting. Tell me, why did I choose to stay in academic medicine?”

“You’re wrong,” Ethan said quietly, causing her eyes to drift open and stare at him in surprise. “I don’t always know what you need. Something’s gone wrong between us. Things haven’t been the same since Haiti.”

Cassie pursed her lips and watched him above the rim of her glass, not reacting to his statement in any other way. Then she finished her wine and set the glass down on the counter.

“We already discussed this back then and today on text,” Cassie reminded him. “What else is there to say?”

She shrugged, and then her eyes turned hard like steel. “I need to stand on my own, but who you are, what you are…well, it casts a long shadow. I didn’t like how you and Klaus reduced me to someone who exists only because of what you saw in me. And not because I worked hard for it.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“I know,” Cassie cut him off. “You might not have meant to, but you defending me without giving me a chance to do it myself, you might as well have.”

“Why can’t I stand up for you?” Ethan said, frustration leaking through as he stabbed his fingers into his hair.

“I need you to stand by me, not for me,” Cassie said, her tone measured in response to his heated one. “I will always be measured by your reputation, just like you have to contend with Naveen’s legacy. We can’t control what others say or do. I’ve accepted it.”

“Then why are you angry with me?” Ethan shot back.

“I’m not angry.”

Cassie closed the distance between them, her smile throwing him off. When she took his hand and laced her fingers through his, he felt as if the tight band around his heart loosened.

“I’m not angry,” she repeated, squeezing his fingers. “But I resent that, despite what we talked about in Haiti, your natural inclination on seeing that Pictagram post was to respond defending my honor.”

“Don’t deny it,” she cautioned when he started to do just that. “If I wanted to shoot down small-minded individuals, I’m more than capable of doing it myself.”

Ethan took a deep breath in and then exhaled. “I did want to do that,” he admitted. “I saw red because what they said was so far from reality.”

“If you thought that was bad, it’s good you’re not on Reddit,” Cassie said, twisting her lips in a wry smile.

“You know, if someone attacked your reputation, I’d be upset too.” She nestled against him, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“But we both know the truth. I respect you enough to let you tear into shreds anyone that came at you. Give me the same courtesy, at least professionally,” Cassie added, angling her lips to kiss the underside of his jaw.

“If it was a personal attack, you have my permission to destroy them with that deathly Dr. Ramsey glare.”

Ethan snorted with laughter when she perfectly mimicked his angry expression.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he said, framing her face between his hands. His lips hovered above hers, waiting, prolonging the anticipation.

“You may kis—”

But she didn’t need to finish for he was already kissing her, and she was kissing him back. Everything was finally right in their world.

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[stardustprompts]

thirteen ghosts  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;  language , blood , death

'oh, bad! that's one way to describe it. uh, 'insane' seems a little more appropriate.'

'it is my professional opinion that we should get the hell out of here. now!'

'I just need to take the edge off.'

'careful, (name). don't get too curious.'

'who are you to play god?'

'playing's for children.'

'I thought you were psychic.'

'that's not how it works and you know it!'

'perhaps we'll meet again in another life.'

'you crazy son of a bitch, what did you do?'

'you're being paranoid and overprotective.'

'I know this is gonna sound completely whacked, alright? but I need you to stay with me.'

'don't laugh at me.'

'not so fast, you gotta cater to my ego first.'

'don't touch me.'

'how's your head?'

'they're kids, what'd you expect?'

'just this once, don't argue with me.'

'what part of that code are you having trouble cracking?'

'I don't see any ghosts.'

'I want you to do me a favor and stop with all the haunted house nonsense. okay?'

'you don't have to scream, alright? just ... chill.'

'no, I don't think we should split up.'

'I told you, I can't see any ghosts.'

'it's a ghost! just like I've been saying all night.'

'there are ghosts around us all the time. most of them, they can't hurt is. most of them don't wanna hurt us. but there are exceptions.'

'there's no such thing as ghosts.'

'don't speak. don't move.'

'I don't think you should be teasing the ghost.'

'it looks to me like I'm saving your ass.'

'if you want help, you gotta help me first.'

'can I rely on you not to get me killed?'

'what the hell are you doing here?!'

'stop dragging your ass, man!'

'you got something to say, say it.'

'let's start with this is all your goddamn fault!'

'if you haven't noticed, I'm a little bit of a freak!'

'I touch somebody, and a whole life full of shit just flashes in front of my eyes!'

'so yeah, I'm depraved. and (name) was my friend and he accepted me!'

'he didn't accept you, you're pathetic! he used you!'

'god, I've been trying to help you.'

'love is the most powerful energy.'

'I don't read latin.'

'it doesn't add up. it doesn't make any sense. there's gotta be a better way.'

'how much of this equation makes any sense at all?'

'I sure as hell hope I don't bleed to death, 'cuz that would suck.'

'why are you so mad at me? I did everything you asked me to do.'

'you're not mad at me, are you?'

'I've been looking for a reason to like myself for a long time.'

'greatness requires sacrifice.'

'I'm nothing without you.'

'the world has no time for little people like you. it needs people who are willing to do anything for greatness.'

'I am sick of this nanny shit.'

'this was not in the job description. I quit!'

[inspirationalucky]

🦈 EPIC: The Musical: Act One, The Ocean Saga sentence starters. Going by the exact lyrics except for a few lines here and there, but definitely go ahead and change things to fit your muse's situation<3

Storm

"Is it nature or divine or a blessing in disguise?"

"This storm's our final fight."

"There's no time to die."

"Brace for a storm, the likes of which we've never seen before."

"With home so close, we must keep pushing forward!"

"Have them follow my ship, I'll ensure that we prevail."

"We're taking too much damage to survive!"

"We'll beat this storm!"

"What do you have in mind?"

"We're gonna shoot for the sky."

Luck Runs Out

"Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do."

"You've heard the legends, this proves they're true!"

"I'm gonna climb to the top and ask 'em for a hand."

"You could be caught off guard and lose your life."

"Don't forget how dangerous the gods are!"

"Have faith, friend, we've come this far!"

"How much longer 'til your luck runs out?"

"You rely on wit, and people die on it."

"I still believe in goodness. I still believe that we could be kind."

"What will we do when it tears us apart?"

"Where is this coming from?"

"I just don't wanna see another life end."

"And suddenly, you doubt that I could figure this out?"

"How much longer 'til your great days cease?"

"How much longer 'til your strength takes leave?"

"I understand that we're tired, I understand that we're fazed, but don't forget how much we've already faced."

"I took 600 men to war and not one of them died there, in case you needed a reminder."

"If you'd like to speak more, let me pull you aside then. I need to talk to you in private."

"I can't have you planting seeds of doubt."

"I need you to always be devout and comply with this or we'll all die in this. Okay?"

Keep Your Friends Close

"Out path to home is blocked by an impenetrable storm."

"Let's play a game!"

"And if you win, you will get what you're yearning."

"All you gotta do is not open this bag."

"Sounds too easy. What's the catch?"

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, never really know who you can trust."

"Sometimes killing is a must."

"'Cause the end always justifies the means."

"Friends turn to foes in rivalries."

"I can't wait to make some new memories."

"Time for me to be the father I never was."

"Why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy?"

"I keep on trying to embrace you both, why won't you let me?"

"So much has changed but I'm the same."

"If I had to guess? You're headed for the Land of the Giants."

"ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA! Do you know who I am?"

Ruthlessness

"In all my years of living it isn't very often that I get pissed off."

"I try to chill with the waves but damn, you've crossed the line."

"I've been so gracious and yet, you hurt this son of mine!"

"I'm left without a choice and without a doubt."

"Guess the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now!"

"I've gotta make you bleed, I need to see you drown."

"But before you go, I need to make you learn how ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves."

"You are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great."

"A Greek who reeks of false righteousness, that's what I hate!"

"You fight to save lives, but won't kill and don't get the job done."

"I mean, you totally could've avoided all this had you just killed my son. But no!"

"You are far too nice, mercy has a price!"

"You reveal your name, then you let him live?"

"Unlike you I've got no mercy left to give."

"Today you die. Unless, of course, you apologize."

"We took no pleasure in his pain, we only wanted to escape."

"The line between naïveté and hopefulness is almost invisible."

"Close your heart, the world is dark, and ruthlessness is mercy."

"Forty-three left under your command."

"I am your darkest moment, the monster that always draws near."

"Any last words?"

"Remember me."

[memekais]

epic the musical sentence starters. the ocean saga. feel free to change pronouns as needed!

storm

these waves and tides have grown in strength and size.

is it nature or divine or a blessing in disguise?

our home's in sight.

this storm's our final fight.

brace for a storm!

with home so close, we must keep pushing forward.

head towards the island but avoid the crashing waves.

tread where the tide is flat and then you will be saved.

have them follow my ship, i'll ensure that we prevail!

we're taking too much damage to survive.

at this rate, we won't make it out alive.

grab the harpoons, as many as you can find!

we're gonna shoot for the sky!

everyone grab a harpoon and aim it high!

we're shooting for the island in the sky!

luck runs out

please don't tell me you're about to do what i think you'll do.

you've heard the legends of the island in the sky, this proves they're true.

i'm gonna climb to the top and ask 'em for a hand.

you could be caught off guard and lose your life or piss off this god and infuse us with strife.

don't forget how dangerous the gods are.

have faith, friend, we've come this far.

how much longer till your luck runs out?

how much longer till the show goes south?

how much longer till we all fall down?

you rely on wit, and people die on it...

i still believe in goodness, i still believe that we could be kind.

lead from the heart and see what starts.

what will we do when it tears us apart?

i just don't wanna see another life end.

you're like the brother i could never do without.

suddenly you doubt that i could figure this out?

how much longer till your great days cease?

how much longer till your strength takes leave?

thank you for the concern but brother I can assure you our journey is almost done.

i understand that we're tired, i understand that we're fazed but don't forget how much we've already faced.

if you'd like to speak more, let me pull you aside then i need to talk to you in private.

i can't have you planting seeds of doubt, i can't have you disagreeing each route...

i need you to always be devout and comply with this or we'll all die in this, okay?

keep your friends close

our path to home is blocked by an impenetrable storm.

i ask for your assistance so we at last can go the distance.

i am the wind, twisting and turning, i give the fire enough to stay burning!

if you win, you will get what you're yearning.

take a look right here at this bag, it has the winds of the storm all trapped.

sounds too easy, what's the catch?

keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

never really know who you can trust.

sometimes killing is a must.

the end always justifies the means; friends turn into foes in rivalries.

we cannot let the treasure rumour fly.

now they wanna get the bag open so they can have closure.

sometimes sneaking is a must

for nine days, i've stayed wide awake.

i can't wait to make some new memories.

time for me to be the father i never was.

why are my eyes and my heart and my soul so heavy?

i keep on tried to embraced you both. why won't you let me?

we can save whatever wind we have to use another day, come on!

[NAME].... do you know who i am?

ruthlessness

in all my years of living, it isn't very often that i get pissed off.

i try to chill with the waves but damn, you crossed the line.

i've been so gracious and yet, you hurt the son of mine.

i'm left without a choice and without a doubt!

guess the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now!

i've gotta make you bleed, i need to see you drown but before you go, I need to make you learn...

ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!

you are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great!

a greek who reeks of false righteousness, that's what I hate!

you fight to save lives but won't kill and don't get the job done...

you are far too nice - mercy has a price!

it's the final crack we're about to break the ice now!

unlike you i've got no mercy left to give.

now it is finally time to say goodbye. today, you die unless, of course, you apologize...

we meant no harm, we only hurt him to disarm him!

we took no pleasure in his pain, we only wanted to escape!

the line between naïveté and hopefulness is almost invisible.

so, close your heart the world is dark, and ruthlessness is mercy.

i am your darkest moment... the monster that always draws near.

any last words?

[hongyangi]

somnolent | jacob bae

⤷ bf!jacob, gn!reader, fluff, implied established relationship

it's already late at night and your computer is still on, multiple tabs open and keyboard clicking. you were planning to pull an all-nighter so you can finish your work earlier than the deadline. coffee on hand, eyes fixed on the screen, you sip your coffee and set the mug aside. ideas are abundant in your brain right now so you didn't wanna waste more time. besides, you might forget them if you procrastinate. you would hate it if you'd be late on the deadline or if your plans won't be done as scheduled. you were already stressed at having too much work at the same duration so it's best to get them done as soon as you can.

feeling productive, you were so focused on your work that you haven't given much attention to your boyfriend beside you. jacob rests his head on your shoulder, still considerate to not distract you by not being too close. yet, he sighed several times. it's even louder than he anticipated but you still did not bat an eye. he pouts. hoping for any slight attention, or maybe a conversation starter, he slides his arm around your waist and moved a little closer. when he fails to get your attention, he calls, "baby..." in a slightly groggy voice. you hummed a small "hm?" but eyes still shifting from the screen to the keyboard.

he sighed, face somewhat closer to your neck so you felt his breath fan on the side of your cheek, neck, and to your ear. instinctively, you tilt your head enabling him to press his lips on the crook of your neck quite accidentally. chills invaded your body making you blush, "jacob?" you turned to him. feeling a sense of victory, he smiled smugly at you and took the chance to peck on your lips. the blush became worse for what he just did and you only giggled to him,

hoping you could stop the giddy feeling he just bestowed on you, you turned back to your computer screen, but now barely able to focus. "is this needed too soon?" he asks, brows furrowed in frustration. "in three weeks, but i have few parts left so i want it done sooner." you explained in response while typing. jacob sighs, "you can continue tomorrow-" he pauses, "no, later. or yeah, maybe tomorrow. you should rest all day today. look at the time!" he protests when he realizes the time. you stop midway, eyes darting at the date and time of your computer.

oh, shoot. you abruptly turn to jacob who's still pouting beside you. you felt sorry for making him wait until almost four in the morning so you can go to bed together. "you've been waiting that long?" your eyes widen at him. the disbelief was evident in his expression but still managed to tease you, "well, i'm glad you're aware." jacob shrugs.

"okay, hold on a minute. i'll just finish this-" you saved the file and were about to add a little edit for it but you didn't notice that jacob has already sat on the bed beside your work table and he cuts your sentence by pulling your swivel in his direction. he also easily yanks you up from your seat by the waist and plops down on the bed with you on top of him.

you were surprised by his antics. nevertheless, it still made you feel warm and thrilled. the position enabled you to feel his heartbeat against your own and it made both of you silent for a moment, albeit never awkward. you looked at him fondly under you. one hand on the small of your back, and one fixing the stray hair that falls on your face. jacob stares at you just as affectionately and gives you a soft smile, "you worked hard today," he says in an almost whisper, his palm resting on your cheek while his thumb caresses your face softly. "you always give your best at everything you do, y/n, and i'm proud of you..." jacob pats your back gently, "but i hope you're not too disappointed when you can't do something you like. it's alright to take it slow, okay? you should allow yourself to rest too."

his words of encouragement soften your heart and you wish you could replay this moment as many times as you can. you could feel your eyes become teary as you take his words to your heart, but you manage to conceal them as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. but jacob knows. you won't realize you're tired and overworked until he tells you to rest. you even thought that he knows you better than yourself. those were words you need to hear at least once when you're having a hard time, and he never fails to reassure you. you have a companion. you have a source of strength. "thank you..." you managed to say. jacob hugged you tightly and hums, "i love you." you returned it to him as you close your eyes and your body at ease.

after a few seconds before you could let the sleepiness control you, you lift your head again and blinks at him, "are we sleeping like this?" you ask perplexed. jacob was as confused as you are but he chuckles and holds your frame carefully, gently laying you down beside him. your head rested on his arm and his face was just above yours. you looked up at him, who was supposed to give you a forehead kiss but his lips touched the tip of your nose instead. jacob was slightly surprised as he opens his eyes, but his smile grew and proceeded to kiss your lips instead. "is this comfortable for you?" he asked and with no words left to protest at him, you nod, hiding your gleeful smile when you drape your arm on his waist and snuggles close to his chest where you could hear his heart beating.

"sleep well, my love." you softly whisper and lay quiet in his embrace, somnolent after the busy day. you hope you can wake up at the sight of him beside you once again. you feel a warm hand patting your back as you fell asleep.

"sleep well, my dearest."

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ real talk sentence starters pt 2 ( created using lyrics from man overboard's real talk album. feel free to adjust to fit your muse. )

i know you're sound asleep right now and you can't hear

i'm gonna explain everything and turn this into every dream your pretty little head could ever come up with

i'm drunk with the thought of sharing these blankets right now

i think we're old enough to know

i think we're old enough that we would know better

we should know better now

i pretend that i'm already someone and all my problems faded away

i should be sound asleep right now but i'm not

i'm gonna explain everything and hope that you can hear me

your pretty little head goes undisrupted

i figured i'd go at the least to check in

i just miss her grin

to show that i didn't really never wanna see you again

my heart caves in when i look at you

this is so hard

do you take pictures off the walls when you know i'm coming to your room?

do you hide all the stuffed animals the other boys bought for you?

i wasn't surprised

she was chilling, looking hot in her bed

i kept my distance

i was a good boy

let's go home to a place we can call our own

we can live there together, be in love forever and never have to be alone

would you try?

would you leave me for some other guy?

i've been sitting without you

just thinking about you

wishing you were here inside

when you wake up you will call me

i will tell you that i miss you so

i make records so that when i'm gone you can hear me on your stereo

i think we're in love

i'm so tired

since i met you i'm always inspired

i think i could change the world if you were really my girl

we would have all we desired

looks like we're holding hands

who knows exactly what this all could be?

all i know is that i feel fine when i pretend you're mine and you lie close to me

i'm finally laying somewhere where i'm happy that i'm here

my troubles said goodbye and the heartache disappeared

i miss you most when i try to act like i don't care about the warm hands

i think that we're best friends

i like your face, that's why i stare

you're everything i hoped a girl could be

so here's a toast to laying close

i'm comfy now and i just won't leave

you and me

i'm in it for the long haul

i like you

you better come back if you're running

the rain poured down on the day that i left to hang out with you in new york

every little thing made me miss you more

i kept running

it's like i'd never been so sure of doing something stupid

doing something without thinking

i'm just trying to make a getaway to you

i'd have gone a thousand miles more

i'll meet you in your head tonight when you're in bed

the one time that i came to your house

i was freezing outside until you finally came out

you pulled me by the arm and we went around back

you glared me up and down

you say you don't remember that

we went downstairs

i saw your bedroom and stuff

i tried to say some things but you said to shut up

i looked at you

you were so damn cute

sifting through the pages of the pictures that you drew

i know you're thinking of me

you're everything that i'd hope for

i'm all the shit that you go for

stop kidding yourself now

i hate you

you should have picked up the phone tonight

open your eyes, kid

you know i'm on your side, kid

i'd like to save the world and you could be my sidekick

they'll all say our names

i've lived a lie, kid

i'd love to run and hide, kid

you could say 'fuck them all' and ditch the world like i did

the words down on the paper answer yesterday's dream

we could be untouchable

[vbholidayfestival]

The Village Bridge Holiday Festival of Lights is a reoccurring holiday dash event hosted by @unovasrose. It is a flexible, open RP event meant to be done at your own pace, with no pressure to participate every day or even every week, and it extends a bit before and after Christmas and New Year's so those who are very busy during the holidays still have a chance to partake in the holiday fun. Additionally, the date constraints only apply to a few (optional) interactive events offered by the blog, so participants are more than welcome to continue any event-related threads even after the festival is officially concluded.

This year, the event will take place from December 15th, 2023 to January 5th, 2024.

The event is set up in a “choose your own adventure” format so your muse(s) can take part in any and all parts of the event they are interested in. The following amenities will be available:

Riverside Dance Party — The Village Bridge waterfront doubles as a dance floor open to all of those interested in grooving to dance-worthy holiday tunes. A DJ will be rockin’ around the clock and the Bridge Quartet will be providing live music every evening! If your muse is a performer and would like to be featured in the festival during impromptu open mic nights, send this blog an ask so they can be included in the lineup! If you write any posts of them performing, tag this blog so the performance can be reblogged onto the festival page for all to see!

Bridge Concession Stands — Enjoy mouth-watering holiday-themed treats from the concessions area!

Festival Games — Try your hand at winning an adorable poképlush and other great prizes. Test your aim by trying to knock off all the stacked MooMoo Milk bottles on the platform during MooMoo Milk Knock-Off or show off your strength by attempting to Ring the Bronzong. Better at hand-eye coordination? Try your best to score a winning shot in Holiday Hoop-as! Each muse will have one (1) chance to participate in each game and the results will be determined by the booth runners by rolling a d20.

Snowball Fights — Challenge your friends (or sworn frenemies?) to a snowball fight! Snowball fights will be 3 v. 3 (trainer + 2 pokémon), with the results determined via a dice system.

⭐ Christmas Lights Displays ⭐ (MAIN ATTRACTION) — The fields outside of Village Bridge are transformed into a winter wonderland filled with spectacular Christmas Lights arrangements spanning over three miles! Grab a cup of Sweet Heart Hot Cocoa and enjoy a magical stroll through the displays!

Route 12 Fire Pits — In the outskirts of town and along the path for the lights displays, festival attendees will come across many firepits where they can ward off the winter chill and roast some delicious Litwick S’mores!

Cozy Cabin Stays — Don't want to travel from a hotel the next town over? Book a stay in a rustic log cabin in the outskirts of Village Bridge! The cabins are fully furnished for a comfortable stay. Bookings are reserved for festival attendees.

Fireworks Displays — A spectacular fireworks display will take place on December 31st at midnight. Gather up your friends or cozy up with your sweetheart to bring in the new year with a bang! Attendees are encouraged to bring blankets or fire-type Pokémon to help stay warm.

Custom sentence starters and short opens featuring festival workers will be provided for each of the areas to assist in interactions, but don’t be afraid to come up with your own scenarios!

The event is open to everyone with a Pokémon muse or a Pokémon verse. There is no need to register in order to take part. Just use the tag #vbholidayfestival2023 in your festival posts and have at it!

[rainystarters]

* ☔ : sentence starters inspired by lyrics and aesthetics from the third full album CHILL KILL by red velvet. ( adjust pronouns, etc. as needed. )

what brings you here all of a sudden?

glory to the incomplete.

could anything scare me?

you're so easy to make mine.

but i want to see you again.

i don't care if it hurts.

don't think about tomorrow.

forget about your sorrow.

what a chill kill.

this night is harsh.

you tamed me badly.

for you, there was only me.

was i worth it, baby?

look how i'm changed.

could i hold you once again?

i won't cry because of you.

all i need is your warmth until the end.

knock knock. open up the door.

it's so bittersweet, but i like the chase.

got a devil on my shoulder.

who's there?

leave a mark.

i'll drive you deeper.

close your eyes.

you want it more.

you can't escape my game.

you're trapped in my dream.

all i need is for you to stay.

and forever, you will sway.

they can't love you like i love you.

it's something that never existed from the start.

you can open your eyes now.

i only allow you here.

you can take your time.

it's all you.

i can't wait, babe.

what's it gonna be?

you should show me.

you're so deep in me.

you're ingrained in me.

who can love you like i love you?

the feelings i awakened, all of that is true.

i want you, no one else.

just come lay your body on me.

you can leave everything to me when you reach your limit.

you want me endlessly.

i'll dig into your heart.

you were my dream.

will i ever see you again?

nothing lasts forever.

our story is not over.

call us back.

if it's a dream, don't wake up.

remember us now.

what used to shine is gone.

the cold of the dark is like a veil.

even your hands feel cold.

cover your eyes.

don't forget it's all a dream.

it's just a nightmare.

close your eyes, make a wish.

it'll be okay soon.

it's getting blurry again.

we'll be fine.

i'll find you wherever you are.

he's standing there as if he's possessed.

my empty heart is filled with ice.

take a mouthful.

all my nights get longer.

you make me feel all this fantasy.

even my breath is white.

addiction is sweeter.

got me up all night.

one kiss.

a secret between the two of us...

the closer i get, the more curious i get.

i tell you what i like. what i want, what i don't.

what are you waiting for?

show it to me

give me something hot.

there's only one chance.

i want you now.

your eyes keep shaking.

you're going to get caught.

you're going to miss your chance.

there's never a second chance.

baby, take it slow.

you won't forget my kiss.

i'll swallow you in the moment.

make eye contact.

be quiet.

you're in a lot of trouble.

you can't pull yourself together.

i'll protect your heart.

tonight, without anyone knowing...

get ready for my kiss.

gonna lose your head.

there are things that have been decided.

you better run.

better get out of my way.

i'm a bulldozer.

i'm your poet, i'm your pain.

i'll destroy everything i can see.

what can i break?

i've never been confused.

sorry you got in my way.

no matter what night brings, sunrise will come again.

sometimes i get bruised by the wind.

there's nothing to be afraid of.

spread your wings.

heaven is open to you.

even if something's wrong, i don't care.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

May I request a male drow and a human reader 1 and 48.

Kinda along the lines of the drow that was requested a while back. Maybe like this is close to a part 2? I like drow bois 😂 The great little one shot you wrote were the male drow was found broken and in bad condition and realized he didn’t want to leave the surface and go back. But honestly this was just a suggestion do what you want 😋 thank you!

Did you mean Aadesh? I hope that's what you meant😂

https://itstheendofthegoddamnworld.tumblr.com/post/663839364948918272/monstobermonster-sentence-starters-nsfwsfw - Monster sentence starters

1) I’m worried you won’t come back to me.

48) I want to be with you, forever

You can feel his eyes on you, those curious startling, red eyes.

It wasn't hard to understand why he was so quiet that night: you had spoken about needing to gather more supplies, to find more wood to keep the flames in your home alive.

"Are you sure you don't wish for me to come with you?" His words were quiet, drawn from a sense of uncertainty. It hurt your chest to see him so quiet, so afraid of the outside world.

He was raised in the Underdark, where dangers lurked from the moment they woke to the moment they went to sleep. However, Aadesk said that sometimes the dangers never went away, even in the dead of night.

Perhaps he was worried it would happen on this night.

"I would rather be content in knowing you're safe indoors than out there," you smile with ease, gathering your boots and a cloak to shield you from the chill outside. "I'm only going a few feet from the house to gather some more wood. You'll be able to see me from the window."

"Yes, but," his ears seemed to flatten as he looked off to the side, his pale brows furrowed as his words got caught in the back of his throat.

You stepped closer to him, kneeling to him reassuringly as his gaze met yours. "I promise you I won't be long."

Aadesh seems almost startled by your words, eyes shifting between the flames of the hearth and back to you again. You won't find it hard to notice his constant movement.

"What's on your mind?"

"As silly as it sounds, I'm..." he laughs dryly, though his gaze has shifted into sadness, "I’m worried you won’t come back to me.."

"Oh Aadesh," you're quick to be closer to his side, to console him in his worries as you're worried tears are close to pricking the corner of his vision, "I swear it to you, no harm will come to me this night."

"I know," he breaths shakily, "I'm worried not of you, but of what is outside."

"The dark can be a terrifying place when alone," you console, "but there is always light somewhere within."

Aadesh's gaze is soft when he looks over to you as if you truly are the light he has been missing in his long life.

" I want to be with you, forever," he murmurs when he pulls you close, pulling you as an arm drapes around your waist. You smell pie and lavender on him, and it makes you want to fall in love with him all over again. "I want to be the one to keep you safe."

[uselesslexbian]

eras tour setlist sentence starters, part one.

you know i adore you.

it's you and me, that's my whole world.

you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

you are the only one who seems to care.

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more.

if i bleed, you'll be the last to know.

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

i'm so sick of them coming at me again.

i'm so sick of running as fast as i can.

you need to calm down.

can i go where you go?

can we always be this close?

i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you.

i've loved you three summers now, but i want them all.

who could ever leave me, darling?

but who could stay?

i cut off my nose just to spite my face and i hate my reflection for years and years.

they see right through me.

can you see right through me?

i'm trying so hard not to get caught up now.

she'll never know your story like i do.

you belong with me.

you say you're fine, i know you better than that.

take me somewhere we can be alone.

all there's left to do is run.

i got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around.

this love is difficult, but it's real.

don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.

i keep waiting for you, but you never come.

is this in my head? i don't know what to think.

if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone, i would've asked you.

the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you.

i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans.

wait for the signal and i'll meet you after dark.

i guess i should've known from that look on your face.

if i didn't know better, i'd think you were still around.

what died didn't stay dead.

i never was ready so i watched you go.

what a shame she's fucked in the head.

i notice everything you do or don't do.

if it's all in my head, tell me now.

tell me i got it wrong somehow.

in the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do.

i know i'm gonna be with you, so i'll take my time.

my reputation's never been worse so you must like me for me.

is it cool that i said all that?

is it chill that you're in my head?

i'm insane, but i'm your baby.

baby, for you, i would fall from grace just to touch your face.

if you walk away, i'd beg you on my knees to stay.

i don't like your little games.

no, i don't like you.

maybe i got mine, but you'll all get yours.

i'll spend forever wondering if you knew.

please don't be in love with someone else.

i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.

everything will be alright if you keep me next to you.

i'm really gonna miss you picking fights.

a new notch in your belt is all i'll ever be.

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me.

you never loved me or her, or anyone, or anything.

i might be okay, but i'm not fine at all.

you taught me about your past, thinking your future was me.

you never called it what it was.

maybe we got lost in translation.

this thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up.

i'm in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind.

the idea you had of me, who was she?

i'd like to be my old self again, but i'm still trying to find it.

'cause there we are again, when i loved you so, back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known.

just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

[casanovawrites]

reneé rapp sentence starters

i can't be everything to everyone.

who do you talk to when you can't talk to no one?

forget all your problems, you know that i'm gonna solve them.

i can't take it. i hate when you're crying.

i need the guts to go and give you up.

it's you that i'm missing.

we're too young, too dumb, too in love to afford it.

now it's just me and a hundred square feet of bittersweet memories.

i'm too scared to delete all our videos 'cause it's real once everyone knows.

falling in love, it ain't for the weak.

it's funny how time shows you, you know nothing.

i used to love you, but now you're dead to me.

who am i kidding, i'm addicted to the chip on my shoulder.

this is hell, but i'll stay right here.

i worry about you. don't worry about me.

you don't even get it, you don't understand.

i know i'm only one of your friends.

i know all about you, all your favorite things. i listen to your stories, all your wildest dreams.

you know you're too good for him, but if it were me, i'd give you everything.

i just wanna say it, but i'm scared if i do you ain't looking at me the way i'm looking at you.

i'd rather keep on lying than to tell you the truth.

i'll be here forever wondering, what can i do?

i swear that you feel it, but then i second guess. i don't know if you see us how i do in my head.

today, i woke up in a good mood for once.

first time in six months, i don't hate you as much.

you weren't there in my dreams, i could finally sleep.

i felt good, but it sucks, i don't hate you as much.

it's easier holding a grudge. i'd rather be angry than crushed.

i'm back where i started again, crying and calling my friends.

this shit never ends.

i get so sick of myself, can't stop overthinking.

i heard you're happy somewhere else.

i don't miss you 'til the moment when i flip off the lights and i'm still in this room.

now it hurts, i know you're somewhere out there still existing.

you split my world in two, now i'm half the one you knew.

how can i be dead to you when we're looking at the same moon?

are you lonely?

in the stars, i can see your eyes. all the stars make me feel alive.

i go through six different moods at a time. i'm happy, then i'm losing my mind.

i'm so sensitive, just one touch and i feel pain.

i bruise easily.

it didn't feel like a dream.

woke up, and you looked so cute.

don't think i could love you more.

so what the hell does it all mean?

i know it's crazy, but what if it's right?

i'm here again, talking myself out of my own happiness.

i think i talk too much.

god forbid, you're not the center of attention.

as far as i'm concerned, they should just burn the whole city down.

you get on my nerves, you're so fucking annoying.

you could poison poison, you're the worst.

forgiving you is pointless.

it didn't have to be like this. i didn't wanna have to use the knife behind your back.

you almost got away with it.

i hate that bitch.

i talk shit, then i bite my tongue.

you're so fucking perfect.

yesterday was heaven, now i'm bored.

i bet you're sick of it. believe me, so am i.

i'll make it through the winter if it kills me.

smiles hide what secrets keep. can't tell a lie if you never speak.

i tried so hard. i came so far.

i met a boy, he broke my heart. i blame him 'cause it's easier.

i wish i went a different way, but if i went back, i would do the same.

i found out from a friend of a friend that you're here again.

so what now? should we talk?

do you tell your friends that things ended well? that i'm overdramatic, it was chill, do you lie and say you don't wanna see me again?

both of us like to pretend, so we feel like we're cool.

i might kiss you, but i also might fight you.

you think that i'd be flattered. it's pathetic, 'cause you're right.

it's a blessing and a curse.

i can predict this shit line by line.

keep on pretending, pretty girl.

some goodbyes are forever.

thought we'd always be together.

how can the person who taught me to breathe take their last breath right in front of me?

i wish i could still see the world through those eyes.

stay a little longer, i'm not ready for you to go.

i have been mourning since ten years old.

stay a little longer.

jesus, you're hard to rely on.

i just want some recognition for having good tits and a big heart.

i wanna ask how you're doing and mean it.

i feel like everyone hates me.

how old do you have to be to live so young and careless?

if i'm being honest, when you look at me, it's like kissing a million angels.

i had to be strong, i'm still scared of it all.

i know one day i could wake up, and you'll be gone.

i'll just be lonely, missing holding your hand when we're half asleep.

that's what scares me the most, knowing you could just let me go.

don't know why, but i like that.

you don't notice one red flag, 'cause on the surface i'm too perfect.

loving me gets messy.

you don't see us like i do.

when we're saying "i love you," i mean it different than you do.

i never stood a chance.

thoughts of you are soft as snow.

[arsenalgbt]

i’m not sure how you feel about toxic arteta hcs or whatever but…

you know how arteta is doing his little rescue thing with players? taking almost-failed worship kid martin and making him captain? bring in chelsea-rejects jorgi and kai and turning them into integral midfield players? that’s all well and good on the pitch, but off the pitch? what if he revels in the knowledge that he’s taken these players and “resurrected” them? what if he gets off on the fact that he’s taken their tattered careers in his hands and seen them back to near perfection. what if they worship him and devote themselves to him because of that?

and what happens when one of those rescue players (ramsdale) finds themselves being rejected by the one who saved them and try to do anything and give themselves entirely to gain mikel’s favour again?

maybe bot 100% dark arteta but most certainly grey in the power he wields over the players he’s “rescued” because he’s established himself as some powerful and kind figure to them that they should be grateful to. because not everybody would look at them in their lowest moments and try to uplift them, but arteta did so they should thank him for that, right?

anyways that’s enough, no point cluttering your inbox <33

oh I am SOOOOOOOOOOO unqualified for this kinda arteta discourse ngl! nudging @purefractals and @longeyelashedtragedy cuz they deffo will find your toxic!arteta HCs interesting.

I also find this interesting, so allow me to add my minuscule take about his blatant favouritism LMAO. granit is the prime example, but that one is deffo "pure"; his first project. he succeeded. no hate on Eddie but when he kept being a starter without cooking anything???? naur.

the one with Aaron tho fucking chefs kiss anon. I will never forget his motherfucking "perhaps we (Arsenal football club) can be the kinda club that sub gk during a match" bs (not the exact sentence he spouted, but close I think lol). cuz wtf was that bruv. have you done what you cheekily said to the media???????? the answer is no.

listen I might be confusing HCs as in like fics-wise or HCs as in serious real life take lol............................... I have answered another anon before that eventho I ship xhakarteta, I really don't have the drive in me to write more about them. in my writing/shipping brain, they are perfect - I don't want my writing/my take tainting what I think of them ya feel me!

the Aaron situation. im still in denial ngl, but I do see the difference Raya does to the team's performance. kudos to him for staying chill af irl tbf.

sorry to disappoint but plsss both my Tumblr inbox and ao3 inbox are currently depressing right now so send me nude---I mean send me anything!

[more-than-a-princess]

‘I’m not unhappy. I’m just not quite ready to be happy.’  - @91cmspoilers

Downton Abbey Season 4 Sentence Starters - No Longer Accepting!

She hadn't intended on a philosophical conversation. Not so soon after Miss Yukizome had finished her lesson for Class 77-B that day, at least. Homeroom sessions tended to give Sonia the most to think about: while private tutoring sessions in her designated laboratory were likely deemed the most useful, it was the common classroom experience that both simultaneously made her head swim and heart full. It felt like a dream most of the time, a group of friends so entirely unconcerned with what she was. But there were so many regular, everyday things she needed explained, it seemed never-ending, a normal education.

And she thrived on it, all of it. Until, after stopping briefly at the campus vending machine, she noticed a boy with long hair and a suit she didn't recognize in the Main Campus courtyard. It didn't match the sort of uniform she was accustomed to at Hope's Peak Academy. She surmised he must have been a part of another class, or he would've been shooed away by the staff. Still, she hadn't hesitated to approach him: to Sonia, he appeared to be rather down about something and it couldn't hurt to ask if he was all right. Sometimes, she thought, that was just what someone needed: not a tangible thing, but to be assured that someone noticed them in times of trouble.

"You are not ready to be happy?" She repeated, blonde eyebrows raised in confusion. It was a perplexing situation: the only way she could comprehend it was if the boy was suffering from a mental or emotional malaise. Problems best sorted by therapists. There was no shame in that, she visited one herself. "Oh my, I am sorry about that. That seems quite distressing. But, if you do not mind the suggestion of a stranger, I think choosing to be happy is one of the most wonderful gifts you can give yourself. I think it is easier to do so when you have family and friends whom you love in your life, and you wish to do your best by them."

Maybe that was overstepping the mark. Sonia wasn't sure, but if she were in his shoes, that would be what would realign her mind into a more positive outlook. Barring that, well, she had another idea: two others, actually. "But if it is a challenge right now to remember those who love you, then I recommend these," She smiled, rifling through her school bag before she retrieved the items she was looking for: a bar of Novosonian chocolate and a bottle of black milk tea, still chilled from the vending machine she'd just bought it from. She held both out to him, giving him both her snacks and a smile. "Chocolate and tea. They help me when I am feeling sad, and serve as excellent after school snacks. I think you are in greater need of them than me."