(Source: waitingforsth)

I made a compilation of angry mob songs from various musicals. Since I cannot be the only one to always like the mob song best.

I made a compilation of angry mob songs from various musicals. Since I cannot be the only one to always like the mob song best.

30 Days of Writing Challenge - Day 16 - thanks

Richard should be bad at this. By all accounts, he should be horrible. Ruth is fairly good at extrapolating from incomplete data when it comes to personalities, and she has come to the conclusion that Richard will not be able to utter the words “thank you” to save his life.

But sometimes, her talent will inexplicably fail her. Some personalities she just can’t grasp.

Because when she’s done with her status report, Richard beams at her and comes over to shake her hand without hesitation. His grip is warm and secure, and Ruth smiles back because she is weak like that, and because he has dimples.

“Thank you, Ruth”, he says earnestly, “You’ve been of great help to us.” He adds, softer, still holding her hand: “I wouldn’t have held it against you if you’d refused to do anything for us ever again, after the way I’ve treated you. But I’m grateful you gave us another chance – gave me another chance to act like less of an asshole towards you. So, I’m glad you’ll stick around.”

Ruth is bad at handling being thanked, more so when she’s stumped – she hadn’t expected so much as a glance. She’d been all set for complaining about Richard’s ungratefulness to everyone.

She carefully extracts her hand from his. “I’m not doing it for you”, she mutters.

“Well, you shouldn’t be”, Richard says with a raised eyebrow. “We’re not a totalitarian system, Ruth. I’m assuming everyone who’s here is here because they want for things to change, not because I’m such a good leader or because they want me to be proud of them.”

For the first time, Ruth considers the possibility that Richard may actually believe in everything he propagates – that he’s not just angry he didn’t get his fill of power and started looking for it elsewhere, but that he’s genuinely fighting for all of their rights.

Heroism. The concept her talent doesn’t account for is genuine heroism.

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Baby elephant drinking. When they are this young, they don’t yet know how to use their trunks to drink water.

so it just suBMERGED ITS FACE THAT IS SO PRECIOUS

but how does it bREATHE

oregonfairy:wildeles:

Baby elephant drinking. When they are this young, they don’t yet know how to use their trunks to drink water.

so it just suBMERGED ITS FACE THAT IS SO PRECIOUS

but how does it bREATHE

I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so.

John Donne (via observando)

30 Days of Writing Challenge - Day 15 - order

“Okay, Scarlett. Breathe. And tell me what’s wrong.” Ruth steers Scarlett in the general direction of a bus stop, but Scarlett has other plans.

“I live right around the corner. I’m sorry, I’ll tell you. I’m sorry.” She shakes Ruth’s hand off as she speaks. She’s a mess, taking her usual composure into account. Ruth makes sure to keep some distance between them as they make their way to Scarlett’s apartment.

It’s bigger than Ruth’s, with wooden furnishing. Neat and orderly, no surprises there.

“Now. Richard told me the building would be empty. Was he wrong about that?” Ruth asks, sitting down in a chair next to the sofa that Scarlett let herself sink into. She thinks, was he lying?

“I don’t know. I’m sorry – probably not. But we got that information from an official document; do you think they count servants?”

Scarlett’s voice goes sharp towards the end of her sentence, and Ruth flinches.

“I’m sorry”, Scarlett adds, “I just, I told Richard and Carlos, and Rich ordered me to go through with the plan anyway, because it would be too suspicious if we tried to find out anything, and that it might warn them.”

“So you did.” Ruth says.

“So I did”, Scarlett agrees. “I’m sorry. Just I’m not capable of the sort of ruthless – behaviour that this underground rebellion needs, that is Richard’s area of-“

“Oh, but you are”, Ruth interrupts her. “You just need someone to tell you to. I don’t know what I expected – but – Carlos. Didn’t he say anything?”

“No.”

“That’s unusual”, Ruth says slowly, and the doorbell rings. She thinks that’s probably Carlos, and he’ll probably fix everything.

Scarlett must have the same thought, because she gets up and answers the door without hesitance, without even wiping at her eyes or trying to get her hair in order.

She opens the door, and it is Carlos, expression somewhere between disappointed and smug. He touches Scarlett’s chin and says, “I checked. I rang the doorbell and called the landline before you lit the fire, and nobody answered.”

Scarlett makes half a step forward, and he catches her in his arms. She buries her face in his shoulder, and Ruth averts her eyes.

“Thank you”, she says, and Carlos wordlessly extends a hand in her direction.

Ruth shakes her head, takes a step back. This is a two person hug, she thinks. There’s no room for me.

“I’m sorry,” she hears Scarlett say muffledly. “That won’t happen again. I’ll listen to my conscience next time.”

“You better”, Carlos replies, his voice soft. “You know Rich needs someone who talks back to him about some of his plans.”

Omg I thought the exact same thing, but I wasn’t sure if mentioning that would seem weird, I am so glad you realised that, too :D

Dude my mind went there first thing. Before I even realised that that was a pick up line, I was like, “been there, done that, would do it again.” :D

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Bats

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Bats

(Source: orangeskins)

I'm like TERRIBLY LATE to this party but this appeared on my dash and I could not NOT contribute: I'm new in town, yould you give me the directions to your apartment?
chequeredlights

This is really funny because that’s basically how we met :D