Mariethecakegal - Bingo-Bango!

Bugborg incorrect quotes ! I love this two so much!

Mantis : Change is inedible.

Nebula : Don't you mean inevitable?

Mantis , spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Mantis : I turned out perfectly fine!

Nebula : Mantis , this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Mantis : I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Mantis : Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Nebula , not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Mantis :

Mantis : fsh

Mantis : Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Nebula : If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life

Nebula: Valentine’s Day is a Terran consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than driving people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Mantis: I wrote you a poem!

Nebula already crying; you did?

Mantis : You saved me. I owe you my life.

Nebula : No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

Mantis : How do I deal with my enemies?

Nebula : Kill them

Mantis : That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Nebula : Kill them only a little?

Mantis : I’m in love with you.

Nebula : We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Mantis : I know.

Nebula : Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Nebula : This date is boring!

Mantis : This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Nebula : Then why did you invite me?

Mantis : I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Mantis I'll do whatever I want!

Mantis : I have feelings for you.

Nebula : Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Mantis : I think I just figured something out. I got to go.

Nebula : Aren't you forgetting something?

Mantis : Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Nebula 's forehead before running out.*

Nebula : No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

Nebula : That was so hot, Mantis .

Mantis : I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Nebula : I'm so in love with you.

Mantis : Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Nebula : It was autocorrect.

Mantis : Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Nebula : Yes.

Mantis : Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Nebula : If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

Just letting myself relax and stave off burnout the best I can.

Here's a bat blep as a thank you.

Sadly, not my bat.

we need more divorcebaiting. how strongly can canon imply (without technically outright stating) that these two characters are bitterly, acrimoniously divorced? essential we explore this

saw this today

Emotional Walls Your Character Has Built (And What Might Finally Break Them)

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

✶ Sarcasm as armor. (Break it with someone who laughs gently, not mockingly.) ✶ Hyper-independence. (Break it with someone who shows up even when they’re told not to.) ✶ Stoicism. (Break it with a safe space to fall apart.) ✶ Flirting to avoid intimacy. (Break it with real vulnerability they didn’t see coming.) ✶ Ghosting everyone. (Break it with someone who won’t take silence as an answer.) ✶ Lying for convenience. (Break it with someone who sees through them but stays anyway.) ✶ Avoiding touch. (Break it with accidental, gentle contact that feels like home.) ✶ Oversharing meaningless things to hide real depth. (Break it with someone who asks the second question.) ✶ Overworking. (Break it with forced stillness and the terrifying sound of their own thoughts.) ✶ Pretending not to care. (Break it with a loss they can’t fake their way through.) ✶ Avoiding mirrors. (Break it with a quiet compliment that hits too hard.) ✶ Turning every conversation into a joke. (Break it with someone who doesn’t laugh.) ✶ Being everyone’s helper. (Break it when someone asks what they need, and waits for an answer.) ✶ Constantly saying “I’m fine.” (Break it when they finally scream that they’re not.) ✶ Running. Always running. (Break it with someone who doesn’t chase, but doesn’t leave, either.) ✶ Intellectualizing every feeling. (Break it with raw, messy emotion they can’t logic away.) ✶ Trying to be the strong one. (Break it when someone sees the weight they’re carrying, and offers to help.) ✶ Hiding behind success. (Break it when they succeed and still feel empty.) ✶ Avoiding conflict at all costs. (Break it when silence causes more pain than the truth.) ✶ Focusing on everyone else’s healing but their own. (Break it when they hit emotional burnout.)

officially made a reader cry...am i a real writer now?

modern au drabble/oneshot

Her foot fell heavy on the brake, but it wasn't enough time to stop her car from hitting the pole. Her head flew forwards (thank the GODS she was wearing a seatbelt) and then crashed against the headrest.

She had an immediate migraine.

She told herself it was just a reaction to the pain in her head when her eyes began to water.

Still, she squeezed them shut.

She was rudely awoken from her micro-nap by the loud ringing of her phone (she needed it that loud, because when she was in the workshop, NOTHING could make her stop. Except maybe "Take You To Rio" blasting at full volume through the phone speaker).

Moana's name flashed across the screen, a picture of her smiling in the sun with a silly flower crown in the background.

Loto almost didn't answer.

But she did.

"Hey, Mo."

"Loto! I'm…kind of surprised you picked up. So listen, I was thinking, for our Halloween costumes, we could do Dracula and….Loto?"

"Dracula and me?"

"No, I just. You're oddly nonhyperverbal. It's strange. Are you okay? Where are you?"

It was at that moment that Loto wished she could lie.

"On the corner of Mayoral Drive and Wellesley Street. Near the post office."

"Are you…mailing something?"

"No. I…hit a pole. With my car," she added for clarification, because there were other possibilities.

There was a pause, for about three seconds. Then,

"Loto! What do you mean you crashed into a pole? Why didn't you call me?"

"You called me," Loto pointed out.

"Right, but why didn't you call me immediately? Is it bad? Do you need a ride? Are you being lifted to the hospital?"

"No, Moana. It's fine."

"I'm coming. GPS says it'll be fifteen minutes. I can do it in ten."

"Mo-"

"Nope. No arguments. Sit tight."

Loto thought Moana had hung up, until the loud car engine starting that came from the phone was joined by a question.

"Which pillow pet is your favorite?"

"Pillow pet?"

"For comfort. I'm going with the penguin if you don't answer in five…four…three..two..one! Penguin it is. Okay, bye."

Then Moana hung up.

Loto rested her forehead on the steering wheel.

Why was love so complicated?

It seemed like LESS than ten minutes by the time a honk sounded from behind Loto’s car. She blinked blearily, glanced in the rearview, and saw Moana's sticker-covered hand-me-down Volkswagen Beetle.

Then, seconds later, Moana opened the passenger door, pillow pet in one hand and hot chocolate in the other (she had stopped for hot chocolate??) and got in.

She looked at Loto, then looked away, tapping her fingers on the cup. "Hi."

Loto swallowed the lump in her throat, eyes staring out the windshield and into the stormy distance. "Sorry," she blurted out. "For this. For making you stop whatever you were doing to come here."

Moana put the coffee cup on the dash, where it sat precariously close to the edge. Then she reached over, without a word, and pulled Loto into a hug.

"I crashed my car into a tree once," Moana whispered, as if those were deep, comforting words. "There was a bird in the middle of the road, and I swerved so I wouldn't hit it, and I hit the tree instead."

"At least the tree didn't sue for damage," Loto said, voice muffled against Moana’s hoodie.

"No, but the owner of the house tried to. That was how I met my friend Maui."

"Maui sued you?"

"No, Kele sued me. Maui was the lawyer who won the case for me."

Loto chuckled, nuzzling closer to Moana. "You're a wee bit silly, ay Mo?"

"I'll do anything to see you smile again."

Loto blushed.

"Okay, get back to your car," she said jokingly.

But she stayed in Moana's arms.

And Moana didn't move a muscle.

being a writer is constantly google the definitions of words you already know the meanings of because your brain's always paranoid and telling you maybe you've been using them wrong your entire life

I can excuse misusing words in my daily life but my mlm slow-burn enemies to lovers smut has to be perfect