Girls Are So Pretty And So So Hot

“You did all that?” “Yes Misty I know how to google and make phone calls” whoa let’s not get ahead of ourselves Miss doesn’t know about recently deleted

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

i feel as though life would be ok if i had more cutesy white pyjama shorts with lace and little blue and pink flowers on them

I WOULD HAVE WENT SHOPLIFTING WITH YOU, AND KEPT YOU ALIVE FOREVER

shauna kisses a girl once and an episode later jackie appears to her in a dream to fucking kill her

stop calling the arrested guy the shooter. stop laundering the cops' narrative. the man who was arrested is a suspect until proven otherwise.

The Rose And Her Thorn

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I love this bit so much!

Word Count: 1012

Part 3.

Esmeria was leaning against a wall, the sound of swords clashing filling the air around her. She looked over to the door as it opened, revealing a short girl dressed in an entirely black fencing outfit.

Wednesday Addams.

Esmeria's eyes followed Wednesday across the room before flicking to where Bianca and Rowan had been dueling as a thud sounded, signaling Rowan falling over and Bianca winning once again.

Rowan immediately started trying to defend himself. "Coach, coach, she tripped me!"

Coach Vlad shook his head. "It was a clean strike, Rowan."

Bianca pulled her helmet off. "Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn't suck."

Esmeria tilted her head. For all intents and purposes, that was actually quite true. Bianca wasn't done though. "Seriously coach, when am I gonna get some real competition? Anyone else wanna challenge me?"

Esmeria opened her mouth, knowing that she could easily beat the siren if she wanted to, but Wednesday got there first, speaking as she stepped foward. "I do."

Bianca smiled the fakest smile Esmeria had ever seen. "Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in."

Wednesday retaliated immediately. "And you must be the self-appointed Queen Bee. Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers, they drop dead."

There was a muffled 'ooh' from the surrounding fencers, and Esmeria's lips quirked in amusement.

Bianca stepped foward lightly. "Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defense. He's not helpless, he's lazy."

Wednesday sighed imperceptibly, speaking harshly. "Are we doing this or not?"

So they did. Three out of three. By the end of the first two matches, both girls had a single point. Esmeria turned her head to the coach as he spoke. "The score is even."

Wednesday and Bianca pulled off their masks, the latter with a grin upon her lips. "That first point was clearly beginners luck. Let's finish this."

Wednesday moved towards Coach Vlad. "For the final point, I would like to invoke a military challenge. No masks. No tips."

The surrounding fencers 'ooh'ed again as Wednesday finished speaking. "Winner draws first blood."

Esmeria kicked herself off the wall, walking foward to stand next to the coach. "This should be interesting."

Wednesday glanced over, having only just noticed the brunette. She sure was quiet. Bianca glared at Esmeria. "Shut it, death breath."

The coach brushed them both off. "It's your decision, Bianca."

Bianca opened and closed her mouth, and Wednesday tilted her head. Was Bianca... scared?

Apparently not, for the siren regained her composure and spoke with so much sass that one would think her name was Percy Jackson. "Let's see if you bleed in black and white."

Bianca threw her mask to the side, and the two immediately lunged at each other, ducking and twirling across the room. Bianca lunged at Wednesday, and the girl sprung into a cartwheel. If Esmeria wasn't drooling before, she was now. Their blades clashed for a few more seconds before Bianca swung her sword, slicing Wednesday's skin just above her left eyebrow.

Esmeria audibly gasped. Wednesday's finger lightly wiped the cut, in disbelief at the sight of the blood on her finger. Bianca smiled sarcasticly. "Your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed."

Esmeria walked over. "Shove off, Bianca." She lightly grabbed Wednesday's arm, leading her out of the room, letting go of the slightly taller girl's arm as the door shut behind them. "Are you ok? Wait, that's a dumb question. How are you feeling?"

Wednesday stared blankly at Esmeria. Why was this girl being so nice to her? Wednesday wasn't complaining, but the two had barely spoken. "I feel... off."

Esmeria raised an eyebrow. "In a good way or a bad way?"

Wednesday shrugged slowly. "I don't know."

Esmeria thought for a second before she spoke. "Well, let's get you to the nurse's office and get that cut cleaned up, ok?"

Wednesday frowned. "I don't want someone I've never met touching my head."

Esmeria nodded. "I suppose that is a bit weird. How about I do it? Would that be ok?"

Wednesday paused. She'd never had anyone like Esmeria care for her before. Wednesday liked it. Anytime Esmeria said something, it felt like there were spiders crawling in her stomach. "I suppose that would be acceptable."

Esmeria grabbed Wednesday's hand, walking towards the nurse's office. Wednesday was glad that Esmeria in front, so the brunette couldn't see the blush that was spreading across her face. What was wrong with her?

Esmeria pushed open the door to the nurse's office, leading Wednesday over to one of the beds that was in the room, waving off the nurses who tried to take Wednesday away from her.

One nurse made the mistake of taking hold of the black-clad girls arm. Esmeria stepped foward, glaring at the nurse. "Let go of her."

The nurse scoffed. "I am in charge here, young lady. I say what goes."

Esmeria stepped in front of Wednesday, staring into the nurse's eyes. "I said. Let. Go."

The nurse gasped lightly, stepping back at the sight of literal black flames burning in the brunette's eyes. An ember leapt out and burned her arm, making her gasp again and scurry away.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. "What did you do Esmè?"

Esmeria blushed at the use of the nickname and shrugged. "Just a little party trick my dad taught me. Now sit still."

Wednesday did so. Esmeria brought a wet cloth up to the cut, dabbing it so as to remove the blood. She placed it down and picked up a band-aid, turning back to Wednesday and gulping at their close proximity.

She reached out to hold the side of Wednesday's head in place. "Is that ok?" She breathed.

Wednesday nodded, her heartbeat stalling for a second as Esmeria's soft fingers held her cheek, lightly pressing the band-aid onto her forehead.

The moment was shattered as Rowan's voice broke out behind Wednesday. "You're Wednesday, right?"

Wednesday slowly turned her attention from Esmeria to Rowan, and the brunette quietly left the room, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.

back in my narnia era what even is the timeline

I WROTE A THING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK I NEED TO KNOW IF IT'S GOOD OR NOT

I knelt on the marble floor, not daring to look at the twelve thrones that surrounded me.

"Rise, Alelia." A loud voice boomed out.

I slowly raised my head, trying not to shake at the sight of the figures around me.

"You know you have committed a forbidden act, do you not?" The voice boomed again.

My eyes widened and I started to my feet. "No, please! You must understand, this can help us! Is our ultimate aim not to gift these people with knowledge?"

A feminine voice came from my right. "These people were a mistake. They have no use in terms of strategy."

I turned to the blonde woman. "Please, my lady. We created them, therefore we must take responsibility!"

The man in front of me stood. "Alelia Athanidi, you are hereby charged with treason against the crown. If you love these creatures so much, how about you spend some time with them?"

I take a shaky breath. "How long?"

"Until we see fit to bring you back."

I take a sharp step backwards. "No, please! I have a life here! I cannot just leave."

The man shook his head. "I'm afraid that is impossible, my daughter. You have committed severe crimes and they must be repaid. You will be stripped of your power and immortality. Remember, this is not a death sentence, but a lesson."

I lowered my head. There was no point in arguing. "Yes my lord."

I kept my head down, not noticing the lightning bolt had left his hands until it struck me and everything went dark.

I

was

falling.