Electricity and Cinnamon and Unexpected CakeMy boyfriend tends to say rather cute things to me which I can't help but want to share with people. In the past few days, he has said two particularly adorable things:
A few nights ago at 10:30 at night: I love being with you. You make me feel like bubbles made of electricity and cinnamon.
Last night at 11 at night: You are like unexpected cake on a rainy afternoon.
I love him, so much
I just wanted to share the cuteness with you guys
Peace, love and rock out.
- Bon xx
Detention - Chapter 1Chapter 1Detention - Chapter 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Katara sat picking her nails in the corner of the library after school. Laid out on the desk in front of her was a sketchbook, half-filled with random drawings; a mixture of the results of boredom and creativity, and the most recent edition which Ms Joo Dee deemed highly inappropriate. She had discovered Katara adding the final touches to an elaborate drawing of an army of men dressed in green. At the front of the group was the country's monarch, King Kuei. A title in thick black markers and sharp letters read "PUPPETS ON STRINGS". This daring political statement had angered Ms Joo Dee enough to deal Katara with an after school detention.
Whilst waiting for her supervised punishment to begin, Katara flicked through the book from the beginning and took in the different pictures, some half finished, some uncoloured, some in pencil, marker, pen She lingered for a moment on a picture she'd drawn of her friend Aang. He was sitting upright in a hospital bed smiling fro
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WARNING: **Contains slight spoilers for Avatar: Book 3 and episodes 312 & 313!!**
The wind surrounding the Western Air temple was lazy that morning, hardly managing a breeze, and it made the world seem quiet and at peace. The sun also seemed to rise lazily that morning, slowly bringing light over the horizon. Katara stirred in her sleep--she was having a wonderful dream that didn't want to wake up from--but she had a strong feeling that someone was watching her. She resisted opening her eyes. She had this feeling often, and it always turned out the same.
"No one's there," she thought to herself. "No one's ever there. Just stay asleep..." But it was too late for her wonderful dream. It had already ended and been replaced by this nagging feeling, so she sighed and gave in, opening her eyes. There he sat, in the middle of her room, his dark, ruffled hair hung messily in his face and eyes and his gol