#tiimescout

“ if i see another pumpkin spice latte special order hold me up in line at four in the goddamn morning ONE more time i  w i l l   flip my shit. ”

Will’s face screwed up for a moment as he thought. Cursed. It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t occurred to him before. Why him, after all? Not that he ever would’ve wanted all of it to happen to anyone else, but why was it him? His lips were pressed tight as he thought, and he finally licked them, looking over at Arnold, eyebrows drawn together. “Sometimes I do,” he admitted. “Maybe... maybe more than sometimes, but...” He shook his head and shrugged. There weren’t any good words to explain what it felt like, really. Maybe it was something like guilt. “It has to be something like that, doesn’t it?”

a softer cunningham.

      ❝ So you came to McDonald’s, totally aware of how much it costs to buy a box of chicken nuggets, and you don’t even have enough money to pay for it. Are you seriously that broke? ❞  ( Sounds more annoyed and crankier than he is, but don’t mind this loser’s harshness. If Michael truly didn’t want anything to do with it, he wouldn’t be harping on Arnold as he pulls his wallet from his pocket and holds out two 5 dollars bills to the other boy. )  ❝ Uh, here. That should be enough for a drink and whatever else you wanna get, too. ❞      

                                    MAIRON lifted her chin, fingers brushing upon the petals of a peony beside her before she could no longer contain her eyeroll.    ❝ Because I know what I wish to do,  PRECIOUS  Aiwendil, ❞   said the prime apprentice of Aulë, her  FIERY  gaze meeting his. She never was  HUMBLE , not once was she reserved of her strengths. Oh, no. On the contrary, she desires all things to know that she was indeed above most of them.    ❝ I am simply crafted to be as Eru Himself desired. ❞

“What is it that makes you any more ... off-putting than the rest of them?” In his time alone, the Beast could view men as an ‘other’. He didn’t need to compare himself to them, because there was no longer anything to compare. That this person should have anything more about him that would make him at odds with everyone else - well, it seemed both ridiculous and pitiable.

"I don’t think it was a when, I can’t remember dates anyway - it was a who, I guess. And just... me. If you think I’m dramatic now, you should’ve seen me when I was six.” He’d been a loud child, mostly once he started school and could find someone to pay attention to him. He’d also found out quite early that he enjoyed telling stories, and the more dramatic and more fervently acted out, the better. That and a boy in his class being the coolest, prettiest person he’d ever seen seemed to seal the deal.