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meme-trash-queen · 5 years ago

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anime, book, and movie recommendations for everyone’s coronation

Hi, I thought that this would be a good time since everyone is off from school or quarantined I would make a list of some good books and anime and movies to help bide the time until everything is good again. also, I know animal crossing just came out so people will be playing that but I know some people can’t afford the game or even want to play it so.

movies: next-gen (Netflix film), birdbox(Netflix film), coco, love Simon, bohemian rhapsody, venom, spiderman-into the spider-verse, jack, and the cuckoo clock heart, spirited away, howl’s moving castle, Ponyo, summer wars, the girl who leaped through time, princess Mononoke, my neighbor Totoro, the secret world of Arrietty, kiki’s delivery service, Coraline, the nightmare before Christmas, corpse bride, sleepy hollow (live-action with Jhonny Depp), Frankenweenie, 9, James and the giant peach, Kubo and the two strings, paranorman, monster house, the how to train your dragon trilogy, Atlantis the lost empire, meet the Robinsons, chicken little, hardcore henry, the gallows, the mist, I am legend, chappie, the hunger games trilogy, hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, the village, heathers, Godzilla (2014), kong: skull island, 10 Cloverfield lane, hairspray, Jumanji, Jumanji: Welcome to the jungle, ghostbusters (2018 and the original movies), san andreas, astro boy, the road to el darodo (animeted movie), zathura, leap!, gaurdian brothers, the book of life, pom poko, the greatest showman, detective pikachu, Klaus (netflix film), preditor (2018 and the original), clover field, 10-cloverfield lane, shutter island, aladdin (live action), my hero academia: 2 heros, my hero academia: hero’s rising, promare, venom, the garden of words, akira, and battleship

those are only a handful of movies I have to recommend. some can be found on Netflix or Hulu but if anyone wants to know where to watch some of the others then send a message and let me know and I will help out. now from the anime. most of the anime I am recommending is mainstream but not all of them and most can be found on Netflix and Hulu. This is because I cannot afford other means to watch anime and the last time I watched anime on kiss anime my computer got a virus. also, a lot of the anime that I get recommended is mainstream. My cousin watches as well so I tend to watch with them a lot. I try and watch other anime as well but just because someone considers an anime mainstream doesn't mean it is bad.

anime: kill la kill, children of the whales, Durarara!!, sword art online (the Japanese version), Gurren Lagann, Jojo's bizarre adventure, haikyu!!, blue exorcist, full metal alchemist brotherhood, cells at work, death note, Ouran highschool host club, the disastrous life of Saiki k., one punch man, black butler, aggretsuko, neon genesis Evangelion, devilman crybaby, anohana, beastars, carol and Tuesday, rilakkuma and Kaoru (I know this isn’t anime), the devil is a part-timer, amagi brilliant park, black butler: book of circus, blue exorcist Kyoto saga, danganronpa: the animation, demon slayer, Durarara!!x2, fire force, future diary, high school of the dead, school live, love live, monster Musume, my hero academia, the promised neverland, sailor moon, sailor moon crystal, seraph of the end, terror in resonance, tiger and bunny, double decker Doug and Kirill, Tokyo Ghoul, Tokyo magnitude 8.0, another, and yona of the dawn, robihachi

once again these are only a handful and most can be found on either hulu or netflix. now for the books, I will split the books into two categories. manga and novels. so here they are.

books: milk and honey by rupi khar, go ask Alice by anonymous, my neighbor Totoro by tagiro Kubo, will Grayson, Will Grayson by david leviathan and jhon green, jays journal by anonymous, letting ana go by anonymous, lucy in the sky by anonymous, red scarf girl by Ji-li Jiang, 13 reasons why by jay asher, the hunger games trilogy, everything, everything by Nicola Yoon, the sun and her flowers by rupi khar, the mist by Stephan king, stop pretending by Sonya sones, the princess saves herself in this one by Amanda Lovelace, the witch doesn’t burn in this one by Amanda Lovelace, life as we knew it by Susan peffer, Simon vs the Homosapien Agenda by Becky albertalli, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki marukami, carry on by Rainbow Rowell, howl’s moving castle by Diana Wynne Jones, October sky by homer hickem jr, the book of david by anonymous, paper towns by jhon green, me, earl, and the dying girl by Jesse Andrews, the help by Kathryn Stockett, stranger than fanfiction by chris colfer, bird box by josh malerman, a long way down by jason Reynolds, 1Q84 by haruki marukami, wayward son by rainbow rowell, good omens by terry pratchet and niel gaiman, breaking baily by anonomous, deep and dark and dangerous by mary downing Hahn, wait till helen comes by mary downing hahn, scary stories to tell in the dark the complete collection by alvin schwartz, and the hunger games trilogy by susan collins

manga: another by kakito and akani, 5 centemeters per-second by makoto shinkai and yukiko seike, orange by ichigo takano, doubt by yoshiki tonogai, limit by keika suenobou, tokyo undead by tsukasa saimura, the flowers of evil by shuzo oshimi, shiver by junji ito, fragments of horror by junji ito, tohyo game by g.o., chiro, and tatsushiko, junji ito’s cat diary: yon and mo bt junji ito, disilving classroom by junji ito, magical girl apocalypse by kentaro sato, gyo. by Junji ito, Uzumaki by Junji ito, Tomi by Junji ito, ibitsu by kazuto okada, Shibuya goldfish by Aoi hiroumi, orange future by Ichigo Takano, Frankenstein by Junji ito, smashed by Junji ito, the princess and the dressmaker by Jen wang (this is a graphic novel but this post is already really long so here it is), the bride was a boy by chii, the garden of words by Makoto Shinkai, strawberry panic by Sakurako kimino, go for it Nakamura by syundei, judge by tonogai Yoshiko, I hear the sunspot by Yuki fumino, I hear the sunspot theory of happiness by Yuki fumino, I married my parents just to shut my parents up by Kodama Naoko, I want to eat your pancreas by yoru sumino and idumi Kirihara, no longer human by Junji ito (original story by Osama dazai), and dark metro by Tokyo calen and yoshiken

these are all of my recommendations for a fun coronacation. also, please take all of the necessary safety and sanitary precautions and stay safe. while I do support a lot of things that normal Christians don’t I am one and am praying for everyone’s safety. even if you don’t believe in God that is ok. I respect your beliefs and you have every right to not believe. No matter what I am keeping everyone in my thoughts and prayers. please stay safe and clean everyone.

p.s. keep the carona memes coming!

#carona #its carona time #carona virus #anime #manga #books #book recomendation #movie recommendation #movies #manga recommendation #anime recommendation

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sage-nebula · 6 years ago

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For the OTP meme: Keitor for 12!

12.) If you had to take them and plunk them into another fandom, what fandom would that be? Why?

I’ve actually written a Pokémon AU for them! I have one fic completed here, trainer cards completed here, and I also at least started a fic detailing how they first met for that Keitor zine I participated in, though ultimately had to go with a different idea since there was no way this would have made it in under the word count. Here’s what I have of it so far, though:

Keith hated rain.

He hated it for a lot of reasons. For one, all but one of the pokémon on his team were weakto water, and while rain didn’t usually bother them (with the exception ofSunspot) too badly, it strengthened water-type attacks, which made battlingwater-types during a rainstorm a hassle. For another, rain plastered his hairagainst his skin, his bangs in his eyes, and soaked his clothes until theyweighed on him. But while those were perfectly valid (and perfectly true)reasons for hating rain, in that moment, what Keith hated the most about one ofthe world’s worst weather phenomena was how it made his shoes squish.

He took another step down the corridor, heard the squish as his soaked shoes pressedagainst the linoleum, and scowled.

Rain was the worst.

The weather forecast hadn’t said anything about rain when hehad planned this mission out. It was his luck, Keith thought, as he starteddown the corridor again and stepped as lightly as he could to mitigate the squish, squish, squish that came withevery step. Of course the one night he decided to break into QuintessenceFoundation offices after hours to ransack them for intel the sky decided tounleash a pulse storm on him. The worst part was that it wasn’t even like hewas given an option to avoid it; the weather dropped the storm on him when hewas already halfway, and given that theseoffices were out in the middle of nowhere,he’d had no choice but to make a run for it. In total, he’d probably spent nomore than ten minutes out in the rain given how hard he’d ran, but thetorrential downpour outside meant that even two minutes would have been enoughto soak him to the bone.

He huffed a sigh, and tried not to be annoyed when it didn’tbudge his drenched bangs a millimeter.

Some might say it was his comeuppance for deciding to breakand enter somewhere at all, much less with the intention of stealing. But inKeith’s opinion, crimes were only crimes if done against those who wereinnocent, and by now he believed that the Quintessence Foundation—whatever actthey put on for the rest of the world—was anything but.

The world was no stranger to large criminal organizations(many of which called themselves “teams” in an attempt to look friendly andharmless), including those that sank their claws into a regional governmentin some way, and the Quintessence Foundation seemed a whole lot like nothingmore than another link in the same chain. Based in the Daibazaal Region, theQuintessence Foundation’s mission statement was a promise to push theboundaries of science beyond what had ever been achieved before, and in sodoing to pull the world into a future beyond its current imaginings. They wereprivate sector, except for how Zarkon, husband of the Quintessence Foundation’sfounder Honerva, had been the reigning Champion for the past decade. Of course,Zarkon and Honerva both claimed that the two things didn’t intersect atall—that nothing Zarkon did as Daibazaal’s Champion affected the QuintessenceFoundation in any way, and vice versa. And maybe that was true, and maybe itwasn’t. Keith didn’t care for politics very much, which was why he’d neverpursued the title of Champion himself. But what he did know was that there hadbeen strange instances of pokémon deaths all over the region in recentmonths—groups of swanna falling from the sky, dead, or entire schools oftentacool washing up on the shore, dried out and lifeless. There had been weirdweather phenomena, too—more frequent pulse storms, and documented instances ofhorizon turning blurry, the sky bizarre colors in weird, fragmented patches.And each time this happened, it happened near where the Quintessence Foundationwas operating. The Quintessence Foundation had one main base of operations inthe center of the region, near the League, as well as offices spreadthroughout. Some of the offices were in perfectly normal buildings, in cities.Others were nothing more than little satellite trailers stationed in forests ormountain paths. And still others were large buildings positioned smack in themiddle of routes, looking polished and impressive, but also impressively out ofplace.

And one such building was where Keith was now.

He was sure that any Quintessence Foundation building wouldhave some access to their main information storage systems. But the satellitetrailers likely only had the bare minimum, and the offices incities—particularly their main baseof operations—would be too well-guarded, even at night. But the officebuildings located out on routes, despite keeping odd hours, were alwayscompletely abandoned when the day finished up. No one stayed overnight, and noone lived closely enough to keep tabs on it after leaving. And so, afterkeeping an eye on the Route 423 building for a week to make sure he had theschedule down pat, Keith decided to make his move to find out just what havocthe Quintessence Foundation was trying to wreak on the planet (or at least theregion).

That was how he ended up soaked to the bone, squish, squish, squishing his way down acorridor to the far staircase.

Like most offices, the Quintessence Foundation building lefttheir lights on after hours. This was something that had at first thrown himduring his reconnaissance; it was hard to tell whether everyone had actually left or not when the entirebuilding glowed like it housed its own personal sun. But intel he had receivedfrom his uncle (along with a warning to “not engage” that Keith had skimmedpast to get to the important stuff) told him that the lights were left on toconserve energy. How energy was conserved when the lights were left on allnight was beyond Keith, but then, he guessed he wasn’t an expert. It wasn’tlike he had a house, or even an apartment. He lived on the road, and when heneeded light, he turned to one of his pokémon (between Mars’ tail flame andRed’s mane, they had more than enough light to go around). It wasn’t like heknew the ins and outs of maintaining and paying an electric bill.

Regardless, the fact that the building was still powered updespite the late hour meant that the elevator was still in service, too. Keithhad paused as he had passed it, considering. The building was empty. He was 99%sure that it was empty. But that nagging 1%—the feeling that someone was there, even if he was sure all theemployees had left—pushed him to the stairs instead. It wasn’t like he wasundetectable if he took the stairs. If there was someone in the building,they’d hear the doors to the staircase opening and closing. But there wassomething a bit quieter about it, inKeith’s mind—a bit less noticeable than the low hum and soft ding of an elevator. In any case, itmade him feel better to keep moving, even if his shoes squished with every step.

Hisplan was to search through the district manager’s office to start with, andthen move on from there if he didn’t find enough information the first time. Despitebeing out in the middle of nowhere, this office building had three floors;Keith took them two at a time, using the handrail to haul himself up, turningthe second his foot hit each landing so he could continue the climb withoutbreaking stride. When he finally emerged onto the third floor, he was met withthe same, thick silence the other floors had.

#keitor #21 question meme #fic: there's no better team #mossberrybrew

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ladytp · 6 years ago

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First lines meme

Tagged by lovely @hardlyfatal for this meme, and following the suit of her interesting and long post. The rules are: List the openings of the last ten stories you published. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any!

I am tagging fellow writers @asimplylucia , @thefeatherofhope , @zip00198704 , @sarahtheblack , @weshallflyaway ,@bluecichlid and anyone else who feels thus inspired! Hopefully also including some kind of summary of their own conclusions if they see a pattern...

My own observations are that my openings seem to be a bit scattered; several where the actions starts immediately and we catch the characters in the middle of doing something, a few where the character is internally musing about something, and two (for special challenges, I may add) which start with a depiction, in an epistolary-type opening. Conclusions? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This Time, We'll Do Better

The sounds of someone walking about, scraping noises of the furniture being moved, clink and clatter of something being set on the table, alerted Sansa from her deep slumber.

“Good morning, my lady. I trust your sleep was peaceful?”

She startled awake with a gasp, not only because of the presence of a stranger in the room, in her room, but also because of the odd way that stranger spoke. Formally, deferentially, with an accent that was not from Kings Landing nor from any other region of Westeros Sansa knew of.

Her heart drummed a few extra beats as her eyelids fluttered open – and then another realisation hit her. She was – as a matter of fact – not in her room. Not in her bedroom in her family’s comfortable house in White Harbour, nor in her modest hotel room on the foothills of Visenya’s Hill in King’s Landing. She was…

Gods!

Horrified after latching on the last recollection of her still foggy mind Sansa shot up, expecting to see a disapproving frown of a museum guard directed at her. Instead, all she saw was a freckled face of a young girl dressed in a period costume, pouring water from a jug to a basin resting on a side table against the wall. At her sudden movement, the girl turned to her and smiled, a hesitant smile but one that looked genuine nonetheless.

In the Quiet of the Night, Candour

“Scheiße!” Lord John Grey muttered as he examined the rapidly swelling bruise in his left ankle. It already showed a distinctive shade of red, radiating from the ankle bone and promising to develop into a spread of interesting hues from purple to blue to yellow.

“Heiliger Strohsack!” he said a bit louder, attracting the attention of Jamie Fraser, who was cleaning sand and mud from his boots just a small distance away. It hurt, it hurt bloody much, and despite having endured worse Grey closed his eyes and hissed through his teeth. The Scot’s only reaction to this unusually unrefined show of displease –amplified by the use of German swearwords, exclusively reserved to most dire adversities - resulted however in no more than a raised eyebrow before he got back to his task.

And it had all gone so well up until – well, until things have started to go bad.

I’ll Share My Secrets If You Share Yours

Arya heard her coming; soft shuffle of steps, leather slippers against the stone floor. She heard everything and everyone, everywhere. Never would she be taken unawares again, never would she be in a situation not knowing who was near her, in the other room, in the castle, in the yard.

Sometimes it tired her – being alert at all times and never letting her guard down. At other times she was glad of her training and how it had become her second nature.

Safer that way.

“What are you thinking?”

Sansa smelled of herbs and flour and a log fire burning in the big ovens of Winterfell kitchens. Her tone was uncertain, guarded, but still, she made the effort. Arya respected that even though part of her found it alien. It had been such a long time when anyone had cared about her thoughts or paid attention to her state of being.

The newly established relationship between the sisters was still fragile and they both danced around the tender bond cautiously, willing to move forward but wary of what lay hidden under the surface. Their differences from a long time ago had been forgotten and pushed away like children’s foolish squabbles – which they truly had been – but their paths since then had been so different. What if there was nothing left but a name of their house to join them anymore?

Four Stages of Courtship

Stannis Baratheon shook his head and closed his eyes wearily, hearing the words but not truly registering their meaning. It had been the same that day, long ago, when Robert had told him that he was to forfeit Storm’s End to Renly while being forced to take that sevenforsaken Dragonstone as his own seat. He hadn’t believed him at first, thinking it to be only a distasteful jape at his expense, but when had Robert ever japed about things he wanted to go his way?

Still, surely he had heard her wrong.

Is she mocking me?

Stannis had accepted that this was a situation with no escape. He had fought and lost and now all there was to do was to die with honour. Stoic - he could be stoic. His whole life had prepared him for this moment; to die under a sword of an enemy. He only wondered if it would be a sword, or something more brutal.

He scanned the room and saw the dark-skinned soldiers in spiked caps carrying long spears lining the wall. Would he be subjected to a thrust of a spear instead? Or maybe a noose around his neck? Was he to become fodder for dragons, perhaps?

“I realise my proposal may be surprising to you, but let me assure you it is an honest one.” Her purple eyes fixed on him and Stannis, the man who didn’t shy away from beast nor man, flinched. There was a rare aura of utter self-confidence and certainty radiating from her, the slip of a girl.

Past Was Such A Long Time Ago

Sandor touched the smooth surface with his fingertips, let them travel down the exposed grain admiring the way the shapes undulated and weaved their way in the wood. He could feel every nick and roughness clearly – he had lost callouses from years of holding a sword and musket already a long time ago, and his hands were now his most sensitive tool of the trade.

They were large and gnarled still; those of a man who works with them every day. Prominent veins formed the web against the backdrop of browned skin dotted with sunspots.

Old man’s hands.

He huffed and got back to work, finishing the already scraped surface into an even finer sheen. Swoosh – swoosh – swoosh, the pumice stone sang against the wood. There was a rhythm to it and he found himself in tune with it, with his body and soul.

It was the same rhythm and flow of peace he had finally found in his life, and his heart sang to its tune.

A low growl from the floor alerted him and Sandor lifted his head.

“Quiet now, boy.”

The huge black dog sprawled down on his stomach went silent but revealed its teeth and a murmur below human hearing vibrated its chest, making Sandor glance out of the window.

He froze.

There, on the worn path leading to his little hut, walked a woman; tall and proud, carefully coiffed clusters of auburn curls framing her face and cascading down the front of her pale blue silk dress. The face whose features were achingly familiar although it had been a long, long time since he had last laid his eyes on it.

It was her.

Sansa Stark.

Winter, thy enemy, thy friend

Sandor pushed the door open, the old gnarled wood giving in reluctantly as if wishing to hold on to the secrets it held behind it.

Damp smell, musty whiff. Coarse wooden furniture knocked over, dust settled on surfaces. That mattered not.

His feet felt leaden when he stepped across the threshold and collapsed onto the floor, the girl in his arms almost getting crushed under him. Deep ragged breaths filled his lungs with stale air. Safe.

After gathering his breath for a moment he scrambled onto his knees by pure force of his iron will – the same will that had seen them through the snowstorm and never-ending howling wind. Slowly he climbed to his full height, supporting his weight against the wall. He felt too weak to lift the girl but he dragged her by the shoulders just the same to the pallet at the back of the room. She looked like a broken doll lying there, face paler than snow. Sandor leaned in slightly and saw her lips quivering, her face screwed up in pain or cold or both.

Good. She is still alive.

Would That She Would Cleanse Me

“What do you plan to do with her, Your Grace?”

Stannis had to duck to avoid being hit in the head by a load of planks carried on the shoulders of a builder, both navigating their way to the opposing directions through the corridors of Red Keep. He took no umbrage at the hapless man though - everyone was busy and the keep was seething activity; men going here and there, carrying things, running errands, shouting, arguing, trying to clean the mess left by the battle.

Yet the overarching impression was order – with a touch of chaos perhaps, but order just the same. And he liked it that way. Stannis was not the kind of war leader who let his men run amok among the conquered. The battle was one thing and ferociousness and mercilessness were to be expected during one, but after it was over, it was time for law and order to return.

Ser Davos Seaworth walked by his side, also ducking and weaving to keep up the pace with his king. They were on their way towards the throne room, where Stannis had called the key members of his council to gather on that first day of his rule.

Stannis of the House Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

Stannis was not a vain man, but he appreciated the sound of that. Not that it mattered what he thought of it – the kingship was his by law and it was his duty, whether he liked it or not.

Until Thine Will Is Done

*BANG-CLATTER-CLANK*

A loud crash woke Sandor; the clatter and crash of tin mugs and claypots smashing against a stone floor.

He turned on his pallet trying to ignore the racket that followed; cries and shouts, the clumsy servant girl getting dressing down from her elder, and more clinks, rattles and sobs as the wretched wench tried to clean up the mess. Attempting to cling to the vestiges of deep slumber Sandor squeezed his eyes shut and curled his body into a tight coil. Even through the haze between sleep and wakefulness he knew that he didn’t want to wake up just yet.

No more were his nights filled with an abyss of dark horrors and impotent fury, only able to be conquered by stupor from drink or fatigue. These days his sleep was unperturbed, but even after many years the notion was still fresh for him and there were mornings when he woke up slowly, marvelling at the lack of nightmares.

Sometimes he wasn’t sure what to do with himself, with this newfound freedom.

Nonetheless, it was not the leisure of sleep that enticed him this morning, but the dread of the day ahead. Yet it was useless - his senses had been woken and his mind had already started to race ahead like a caged animal. Sandor cursed, pressed his face against the pillow and felt the tension in his muscles increasing until he was taut as a bowstring.

Fuck!

The Great Tournament, The New Noble Brotherhood And The Mystery Of The Missing Lady

It is with Special Pride that The Gazette announces the Beginnings of the Great Tournament to be held at the Gates of the Moon, that most illustrious keep of noble House Arryn.

As we advised our avid readers in our previous Edition, this Prodigious Tournament is devised for the Establishment of a new Brotherhood, the Brotherhood of Winged Knights, to serve the Noble Heir of this ancient house, the Lord of the Vale and the Warden of the East, young Lord Robert Arryn.

It was thus announced that four-and-sixty Knights have been invited to compete for the honour of serving Young Lord Robert in his personal guard, only eight brave Combatants to be afforded this privilege and the Right to bear Falcon’s wings in their war helms and guard their Lord. The competition will undoubtedly be Fierce, and will consist of several days of Jousting, Sword Fighting, Archery and Melee. Nonetheless, even those who shall not receive the Greatest Award will not go empty-handed, as the Lord of Harrenhal, Lord Paramount of the Trident and Lord Protector of the Eyrie and the Vale, Lord Petyr Baelish, has donated heavy purses to the Second-Placed in each Category.

The young Knights of the Vale have endorsed these invitations overwhelmingly and every thus honoured Candidate has accepted the Challenge, and over the last days, these brave young Men have started to arrive in the Place of Festivities.

From Her Lips to His Ears

Act I - SCENE: Kingsroad, somewhere near Trident.

It is morning, the sun still low on the horizon, its warm rays falling on the hive of bustling activity on the ground. A young woman, hardly more than a girl, with delicate features and auburn hair, walks slowly along the side of the road with a huge direwolf following her on a leash. The road is crowded with soldiers, servants, wagons and supply carts, all busily getting ready for yet another day on the road. Dust swirls lazily in the air, raised by the commotion of many feet and wheels.

The girl walks unhurriedly, eyeing the activities curiously but cautiously, stepping aside to avoid a puddle of water spilt by men carrying buckets. The wolf presses her nose against her side and she scratches it behind the ear, talking softly to it as she does so.

A tall, broad-shouldered man clad in half-armour observes her from among the trees, near where the horses are tied up. His face is a ruin, half of it terribly burned, and despite his long dark hair being combed to the burned side to cover it, the sight is gruesome. His eyes are grey and sharp and relentlessly trained on the girl.

As she meanders closer to where the man is standing he squares his shoulders, sets his jaw and walks towards her. At first, the girl doesn’t pay him attention, but when he gets closer she notices him. An unsure beginning of a smile – forced and polite – appears on her face. The man speaks.

“That little sister of yours is getting herself into trouble.”

#meme #first lines meme #more like first paragraphs #as it is very hard to pick any theme from the first line or two...#long post #writing #fanfic writing #hmmm #conclusions #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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