"Aren’t you cold?" James wanted to know, as they strolled along. He eyed her exposed, freckled arms, and she laughed again.
"Firewhiskey, it so happens, is a coat made of wool," Lily replied.
"It’s a nice dress," he told her. "You look like a sunflower."
"I like sunflowers," mused Lily inconsequentially. Yes, the yellow must really have been good for her.
-The Life And Times, by Jewels5
I am… I am totally in love with the author (her style, oh my), and the story. Fin.
whenever i get an essay assignment i immediately go “how can i work a feminist and anti capitalist rant into this”
A human getting pissed at their vampire boyfriend so they put in a silver sterling tongue stud and bracelets and earrings and their vampire boyfriend is just standing five feet away like “babe. c’mon.”
best so far.
HE LOOKED RIGHT AT ME
Sherlock giving relationship advice.
been staring at this for the past few min and am strangely amused
Friendly reminder that while Eleven was here
Nine and Rose were up here
The same day, two different regenerations
FOREVER REBLOGGING BECaUSE THIS IS AN ACTUAL FRIENDLY REMINDER
because Somewhere, somewhen he has his Rose
I’m imagining what was Eleven probably thinking… The end is the beginning.