What  Are  Those?   [   those  Are  Wings,  Thumbelina.  These  Are  Fairies  And  Fairies 

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       there  is  nothing  worse  in  this  world  than  a  bad  hair  day!

       there  is  nothing  worse  in  this  world  than  a  bad  hair  day!

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↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺     (   a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   will be updated .   )

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .

002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .

003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .

004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .

005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .

006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .

007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .

008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .

009.   a run-down (or abandoned) motel room .

010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .

011.   a university lecture hall during a class .

012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .

013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .

014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .

015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .

016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .

017.   a bonfire in the middle of the woods .

018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .

019.   the bar of a loud ,  dark club .

020.   an empty summer camp .

021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .

022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .

023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .

024.   an underground / illegal fighting club .

025.   an abandoned scrapyard .

026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .

027.   an apple orchard in the middle of spring .

028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .

029.   an extravagant greenhouse .

030.   the base of a large waterfall .

031.   a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .

032.   a quiet hospital room .

033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .

034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .

035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .

036.   a long ,  winding road .

037.   the site of a car accident .

038.   a hiking trail in the mountains .

039.   a cramped dressing room .

040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .

041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .

042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .

043.   a building abandoned during construction .

044.   a house without power or running water .

045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .

046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .

047.   the inside of an elevator that won’t move .

048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .

049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

The power to fly. That’s what you dream of. There’s no better feeling. The truth is, you only fly for a second or two before gravity takes back what you tried to steal. Because no matter how hard you work, how strong you are, or how thin you get… gravity always, always wins.

❝ You should tell him, you know, ❞ Marinette says, not looking up from the baking pan where she's very carefully squeezing batter from a pastry bag for the fourth of the six batches of macarons she's been baking for the class Christmas party. She'd invited Chloe over to help—and she had, for all of one batch, which Marinette calls a win—and now that they're a little over the half-way point and there's no risk of any baking mishaps, it feels like a safe time to broach the topic. ❝ Luka, I mean. He probably already knows, but... you should tell him anyway. That you like him. I think that would mean more to him than anything you could buy him. ❞

( unprompted / always accepting !! )

            𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐀𝐓  𝐀  𝐁𝐀𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒.  More  than  once,  Marinette  had  smacked  her  hand  away  from  the  bag.  An  effort  in  futility.  Chloé's  response  had  been  a  simple  'I'm  checking  the  bag  for  freshness!'  as  if  the  bag  wasn't  half  empty  already.  Otherwise,  the  atmosphere  was  remarkably  uneventful.  It  was  a  record  for  the  Chloé's  Redemption  book.  She's  popping  yet  another  chip  into  her  mouth  when  Marinette  speaks  her  third  worst  fear  into  existence.

            The  blonde  immediately  chokes.

            ❝   What  are  you  talking  about,  Marin—ette?   ❞  The  accusation  comes  as  soon  as  she  recovers.  The  shock  is  so  apparent,  she  nearly  reverts  to  calling  her  Marinella  and  just  barely  catches  herself.  Her  face  has  gone  red  from  embarrassment.  ❝   What,  in  all  of  France,  makes  you  think  I  like  Luka  Couffaine?   ❞

            She  doesn't  know  what  is  worse  —  that  Marinette  is  spot-on  (  ha  )  with  her  intuition,  or  that  she'd  been  so  careless  in  hiding  it,  that  the  girl  could  tell.  Marinette.  This  is  the  girl  who  made  her  crush  on  Adrien  so  painfully  obvious  it  was  a  wonder  how  the  model  hadn't  picked  up  on  it  yet  himself  when  the  rest  of  Paris  had.  He  was  so  dense.  And  Marinette  was  so  embarrassing.

            They  were  perfect  for  each  other.

            Chloé  laughs,  a  little  more  unkind  than  she'd  meant  to.  She's  just  mad  at  herself  for  letting  her  tells  slip.  ❝   That's  rich  coming  from  you.  Have  you  told  Adrien  yet?   ❞  Maybe  if  she  can  deflect  this  back  on  Marinette,  they  can  forget  about  this  whole  thing  and  stop  talking  about  it.

I may not be home but I am watching. Always watching.

thinking about chloe performing as clara in the nutcracker. thinking about her parents being too busy to show up. thinking about how chloe expects that no one familiar will be in the audience. and then the curtain opens up and beyond the stage lights she can see the outlines of her classmates sitting there all watching her and maybe she gets a little emotional and cries a little after the show but if anyone mentions it she will deny it to her grave.

what  are  those?   [   those  are  wings,  thumbelina.  these  are  fairies  and  fairies  have  wings  so  they  can  fly.   ]   have  you  ever  seen  a  fairy?   [   well,  i  thought  i  did  once.   ]   really?   [   yes.  and  here,  the  fairy  prince  and  princess  are  having  a  wedding.   ]   and  they  live  ...  happily  ever  after!   [   usually,  my  dear.   ]   i  ...  suppose  it  works  best  if  two  people  are  about  ...  the  same  size.   [   yes,  of  course  ...   ]   well  ...  well,  that's  not  fair.  i  ...  i  must  be  the  only  little  person  in  the  world.  i  wish  i  were  big.   [   oh  no,  thumbelina.  no.  don't  ever  wish  to  be  anything  but  what  you  are.   ] ©