#cxesar

     he may be clad in suit and tie, but the jungle still  ROARS  within. no better is he  acquainted  with london’s way of life, than he had been  months  earlier, when the ship had  departed  off the east coast of  africa.  there was  so much  to learn, so much to know. the importance of  CLASS  and all that came with it felt  feeble and uninteresting -- so  forgive him,  for not  RECOGNIZING  who  you are. 

He had a point… Why be good when everything good was leaving you?

                           “Well.. What is the point in being bad?”

Sure Anna understood the whole ‘being left behind’ thing but she never considered being bad.. It never payed off and it wasn’t worth it to lose everything over something as silly as being noticed. She would never risk it.. ever.

Another thing came to her mind. Why was he asking her? The princess who was now known for her good heart and the princess who was willing to sacrifice everything for her sister. What good was she to answer his questions? She was the last person who would be able to help him with this.. This puzzled her.

Send a ship/bro-ship/friendship and I'll give you who:

Who is more affectionate? Rapunzel is and Hans doesn’t know what to do with it. She’ll try to hold her hand and he’s just ???? Are we crossing a road? wth. 

Who angers the easiest?Depends on what sets them off it can be either one of them.

Who is the one too drunk to drive home? I don’t think he’s the “get drunk” type and neither is she but she can’t hold her drink soooo probably Rapunzel.

Who’s the the one bandaging the other after a fight? She bandages him because she wouldn’t trust him with her secrets. 

Who is the one to pull the other to try new things? Like the weird restaurant down the street or skydiving.SHE IS! No competition she drags him around like a toy duck. eue

Who is the driving/riding shotgun? He drives. He needs to be in control all the time but she doesn’t mind because she doesn’t drive herself. 

Who has the weirder taste in music? Man he probably listens to some weird stuff. Classical music that’s all nice and good but how can you DANCE to it? Pls teach her.

nonsexual acts of intimacy. ( accepting hell yes you guys know how much i love making margarethe uncomfortable )

          Margarethe came up to consciousness slowly, dragging her eyelids open once, twice. The world, blurry at first, formed itself out of color and shadow into – the firelight flickering on the wall, and – the high ceiling of – the outermost room of her suite of rooms, the receiving room, where she and Hans – Margarethe sat up, a little too fast, and gave a low, tired grunt. She put a hand to her eyes, rubbed them, blinked a few times to bring the rest of the world into sharp definition again. Hans was slumped next to her on the couch, asleep, curled toward her, still arranged as he had been when – she put a hand to her hair and frowned to realize that half her curls had been flattened. She’d had her head on his shoulder.

‘ guardians of the galaxy ’ sentence meme 

      ❝ Who said I don’t? ❞

   He offers the other a small, but noticeable smirk, then turned back to the project at hand. Parts laid out in the manner of puzzle pieces, placed strategically according to function. Working in assigned groups really wasn’t his favorite thing, but Tadashi prided himself on his skill to push through it for sake of the end result.