Smolder

For your meme needs. Feel free to change pronouns or wording to how you see fit.

“They can’t stop all of us.”

“If we Naruto run we can run faster than their bullets.”

“We gonna see dem aliens.”

“You, me, September 20. At Area 51.”

“Did you really just ask me out on a date to Area 51?”

“I want an alien friend, ya know?”

“You know this raid is a joke right?”

“Please don’t go they absolutely can stop you all.”

“No, we are not ordering tickets to Nevada so you can go to Area 51.”

“I hate to break it to you, but I doubt there will be any aliens.”

“We might find some cool alien gadgets or something!”

“Please don’t tell me you’re taking this seriously.”

“Honey, why is the FBI at our door?”

“They’re actually doing it.. they’re trying to get in.”

“Um my family is in there, we’re going visit!”

“Quit calling yourself an alien.”

“When I said you were out of this world I didn’t mean that I was calling you an alien.”

“Have fun dying.”

“Have fun getting shot, dumbasses.”

“You guys stop, someone isactually gonna do it.”

“Hey, what if we had our first kiss at Area 51- like one of those crazy battle scenes and there’s a kiss.”

“RELEASE THE KARENS!”

“Did Karen just ask one of the guards to speak to the manager?”

“I’m not dying over a meme.”

“You are so stupid sometimes, do you know that.”

“You act if raiding Area 51 is hard!”

“Raiding Area 51? Been there, done that.”

“Um, what the fuck.”

“How did you…”

“Dude! They moved all the aliens to Area 52 by now!”

“Did you actually manage to get an alien? And live? Where the hell have you been?”

“Just because a meme says you should do it, doesn’t mean you should.”

“Meet my new friend!”

“No of course I didn’t go to Area 51, I’m not stupid! The alien crashed their UFO in the backyard, see?”

“You look like you could use a coffee.”

“Is that something you want to talk about?”

“Come on, sit down. It’s break time.”

“I needed that, thanks…”

“Here’s a blanket. You looked cold.”

“Thank god you’re back, I need to rant.”

“Is my sweater ever going to be returned?”

“Bad day? Emergency plans are in order.”

“Alright your ride has arrived, where to next?”

“I’m brushing your hair, it’s a mess.”

“You happened to go get lunch and ‘bought too much’ huh?”

“Your hugs are the best.”

“Hey. Hey. Heeeeeey. Come on. We’re gonna be late, get up.”

“I’m late, yes. You should be used to that by now.”

“How long as it been that we’ve known each other? Feels like ages.”

“There was something on your face, I had to get it off.”

“You’re sure people think we’re dating?”

“I think it’s hilarious people assume they’re dating just because they’re nice to each other.”

“I need to hang out with someone I like, can we pretend to be working for an hour?”

“Tea and coffee? What happened?”

“Here you go, one forgotten, left it at home in a rush, lost item!”

“I’m going for a walk, you want anything?”

“… sorry I took a nap on you.”

“I suppose I am now requisitioned to being a napping spot.”

🌻 a worried text.

🐰 a goofy text.

🦋 a loving text.  

🧦 a half-asleep text.

🌳 a happy text.

🍎 an apologetic text.

⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

🕰️ an early morning text.

💫 a late night text.

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

💡 a scared text.

💀 an urgent text.

🥇 a supportive text.

🔪 a hateful text. 

🌊 a sad text.

⚡ an angry text. 

Starter for @moondrop-thief​

    Varian was all gung ho about starting college; this was the chance that Varian could make his father and the rest of the village proud of him and to help them modernize and get their name on the map…but there he was, sitting at Rockronalds, wallowing in his depression.

    Staring at the burger in front of him, “…yeah, like dad would be proud of this,” Varian motioned toward the half finished schematic for his robotics 101 class. The paper looked worn with many eraser marks from past mistakes.

     Grabbing his drink, Varian stood up and went to the soda fountains and started to refill his Diet Cherry Coke.

The scent of fries wafting through the air was pure and savory bliss for Eugene Fitzhberbert. He knew the deep-fried and golden-brown potatoes weren’t ideal for a perfected face like the one he had. Yet here he was in Rockronalds with his usual take-out order: a burger and fries, well-done, no salt. Just the way he liked it.

He grabbed his bag and waltzed towards the restaurant’s entrance, but a person shuffling towards the drink fountain caught his attention. Before he could reach the entrance, his lips pressed into a thin line, as he literally retraced his steps and walked backwards to where he passed the guy.

    Rapunzel couldn’t help but role her eyes at how proud Flynn had looked at having gotten another girls number. She hated how easily he could win girls over and she hated how jealous she would get over it, hated that it always bugged her. She got more than what those girls got, he was her best friend, they hung out more often than not. Heck, she even got to see sides of the great Flynn Rider that no one else got to see, like seeing him stumble on his words or nearly fall down the stairs, or even see him freak out when he couldn’t find his favorite comb!

    “How come you don’t ever flirt with me like that?” She found herself pouting slightly as the question left her lips. She felt so silly for asking, but she was curious, and she hoped knowing the answer would get rid of that little jealous bug. After all, he didn’t have to flirt with her to get her attention like he did to get the other girls.

    She hopped he wouldn’t think too much of it and think that she wanted to be flirted with by him. She wouldn’t be able to take him seriously if he flirted with her if she was honest. “I’m just curious so don’t think too much of it kay?”

Eyes snapping open, Eugene’s arms flailed as he tried to sit up. Rapunzel’s question had caught him off guard, and it wasn’t anything that he had expected. They had been friends for a while, great friends for a while, in fact. But the idea of flirting with her had been an idea of the past that he had only initially acted upon. Now, he couldn’t break that boundary. “Flirt... with you?”

And why should he? There was a whole sea of girls (and the occasional guy) that he could drop a flirt with. It wasn’t too often that the one Eugene Fitz- Flynn Rider allowed himself to open up to someone. And it wasn’t too often that he actually considered someone as attractive and bubbly as Rapunzel as a friend and not someone who he could woo.

@moondrop-thief​

     They had planned to eat lunch together, set up a time to meet and everything, she’d gotten out of class early so she had made her way to their meeting spot since she was sure Flynn was already waiting for her since he had that period open. When she’d gotten to their meeting spot she had been right to assume he would be waiting, only he wasn’t waiting by himself.

    She watched for what felt like the hundredth time as Flynn Rider used his moves to try and pick up another girl. It was a common thing with him, he’d flirt with any attractive girl he laid eyes on and he’d done it since they met, so it didn’t bother her. No. She was completely okay with it!

    Except she wasn’t.

    It wasn’t that she was possessive of her friend, it was just that he had never flirted with her like that. He had a dumb pick up line when they had first met, but after that there was nothing. No sly comments, not gentle touches, no smoulder or those suggestive expressions he gave these girls.

    In short….. she was jealous. But she would never admit that.

    She waited until she had left before she approached the older male, taking a seat next to him and quickly eyeing him.

     “So Flynn….I got a question for you. And you gotta answer truthfully okay?

“Hey, name’s Flynn Rider. Can I ask what yours is or should I wait until I can call you mine?”

Sure, his name was a lie, but Eugene Fitzherbert lived for the opportunities and adventure that Flynn Rider was able to experience. The name gave him strength because it allowed him to forget a shitty past. The name boosted his ego because Flynn was much more suave than Eugene. And it gave him the chance to live up to the legacy of Flynnigan Rider.

If he combined his name with his looks, he was the perfect gift. He was even all wrapped up with his smolder acting a bow. And if any person got lucky enough to unwrap the package-

“Well, Veronica, I will definitely call you soon. Maybe we can meet up over a drink or something,” he said, flashing her an irresistible grin. He winked before she finally waltzed off, and Eugene contentedly sighed as he leaned backwards and stretched her arms behind his head. Smacking his lips, he closed his eyes and thought about another job well done.

“Varian, we’re buddies, right?”