#driss

Driss schaut den Uniformierten aus blanken Augen an.

"Das stand in allen Zeitungen", sagt sie zu ihnen. "Aber ich hab es als erstes gewusst. Die Mia ist ein guter Terrorist!"

"Methodenfeinde!"

"Sortiert sie aus!"

"Unterbrechen Sie die Verhandlung und räumen sie den Saal", verlangt ein Beisitzer von Hutschneider.

"Auf keinen Fall", ruft Heinrich Kramer von der Pressebank. "Das wird heute zu Ende gebracht."

"Ruhe!", schreit Hutschneider.

"METHODE ist Mord!", kommt es zurück.

Tiedtale Frans for @kalehiro (her AU). Sorry if it's not a big deal, I've been a bit busy and did what I could. :,D

💫✨ Driss ✨💫 @april-vvv 🛐

💫✨ Chris ✨💫 @milky-loves-everyone / @benjamin-red 🛐

💫✨ Sazz ✨💫 @dd-phew21 🛐

iiiiiiih Dx💕😩🤚✨ me gustó los 3 qwq<3

Perdonen si hay deformidades y el trazo ya borrado del lápiz– quise experimentar con otro estilo de dibujo, a lo cual me demoré en eso– pero me gustó el resultado y....

¡Espero os guste!💕💖

"42.721 hours. That's how much time has passed since we first met, i counted them earlier. The first time was the first day of school in subsidiary. I saw you from far away while they were calling for our class. And i was hoping they would call your name. And then they did. We became classmates, then friends, then secret lovers, boyfriend and girlfriend. And in the end, two people that just ignore each other everyday. When we went to the lake to celebrate our 100 days, I was looking at you, and i was thinking about how we don't talk anymore.

At the same time, though, I was thinking about that without you and me, there would've never been this group of people that formed slowly around us. People that would have never even imagined to be in the same room, but now love each other so much. And in some way grew up all together. And sometimes I wonder if we'll still see each other after graduation. I also wonder if we'll all graduate or if someone will fail.

Who knows? who knows if we'll see each other when we are in different universities, different countries, different streets. Probably we'll lose track of each other slowly, without even noticing. We'll be convincee we're still in touch, only because we'll watch our IG Stories. And once in a while we'll go out for pizza nights, where in the end half of us will bail last minutes. But let's try not to make that happen, to not waste everything we did. All the tears, fights, jokes, all the shit we went through together.

Let's try. Once you wrote an essay on how we're all convinced we're going towards the sky and we don't notice that the ceiling is in the way. But I was thinking that if we all jump together, maybe we'll break through this ceiling. Would you like to try?"