No, I am not yelling at you…just trying to get your attention.
Ohana actually means, “family NOT related to you by blood.”
You are all members of my ohana. Every last one of you. And I love you and worry about you and want to hug and cuddle with you when you’re down.
Never forget that you’re part of my ohana. And that I love you.
Monthly Archives: September 2012
✿ in certain circumstances, I think this would be probable. ;)
Awwwww! *hugs* I love you too Angela!
He smiled. “I try.”
*kisses lots*
✿
*tacklehugs Arthur* You’re so sweet!
Send a ✿ if you would ship your character with mine.
I have SERIOUSLY had enough.
Come on.
You want to hate on someone…then you can hate on me. All you want.
Anon or not, I don’t care. I can take it.
So, come on.
Reblog this. Let people see it. I WANT people to send me hate…’cuse I am actually now in a rather pissy mood. And when I get pissy I get snarky.
So come on.
Or me!. I can handle it too.
Lemme have it. I dare you.
Or me. Trust me, I can give as good as I get.
Or me. Because sheesh, guys, this is absurd.
O. Lover | RP | @prince-of-camelot
prince-of-camelot:
He smiled and kissed her cheek. He wasn’t able to produce words to express how happy he was.
Summer smiled back; she couldn’t help it. Arthur was infectious in his happiness. “What do you want?” she whispered.
“To be here with you forever.” He said not really thinking. But he meant it. He really liked Summer, a lot.
She laughed a little. “Just right here? I think we might be a little tired of standing.”
“Well we can sit.” He laughed sitting on the ground. He pulled her, and sat her in his lap.
“Yes, my lord.” She let him pull her down, and nestled into his arms, looping one arm around his neck so she could kiss his jawline.
He smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. He looked around and saw a yellow flower in reaching distance. Arthur picked it and put it in Summer’s hair. “There you go.”
“Thank you.” Summer let her fingers comb through his hair, tracing along the back of his neck. “I wonder what you would have done if you hadn’t surprised me into confessing.”
“I never would have known.” He said simply. Arthur let her play with his hair.
“That actually seems kind of awful.” Her face was sad. “You make it sound like you never get any choices of your own.”
“I really don’t.” He shrugged. “But I’ve never got any choices.”
Tracing the lines of his face with her fingertips, deliberately she looked up at him through her eyelashes. “You’ve chosen me. What will you now?”
“I will let nothing come between us at all.”
That earned him a laugh. “Simple and clear.” Tugging his head down, she kissed him slowly.
O. Lover | RP | @prince-of-camelot
prince-of-camelot:
He smiled and kissed her cheek. He wasn’t able to produce words to express how happy he was.
Summer smiled back; she couldn’t help it. Arthur was infectious in his happiness. “What do you want?” she whispered.
“To be here with you forever.” He said not really thinking. But he meant it. He really liked Summer, a lot.
She laughed a little. “Just right here? I think we might be a little tired of standing.”
“Well we can sit.” He laughed sitting on the ground. He pulled her, and sat her in his lap.
“Yes, my lord.” She let him pull her down, and nestled into his arms, looping one arm around his neck so she could kiss his jawline.
He smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. He looked around and saw a yellow flower in reaching distance. Arthur picked it and put it in Summer’s hair. “There you go.”
“Thank you.” Summer let her fingers comb through his hair, tracing along the back of his neck. “I wonder what you would have done if you hadn’t surprised me into confessing.”
“I never would have known.” He said simply. Arthur let her play with his hair.
“That actually seems kind of awful.” Her face was sad. “You make it sound like you never get any choices of your own.”
“I really don’t.” He shrugged. “But I’ve never got any choices.”
Tracing the lines of his face with her fingertips, deliberately she looked up at him through her eyelashes. “You’ve chosen me. What will you now?”
O. Lover | RP | @prince-of-camelot
prince-of-camelot:
He smiled and kissed her cheek. He wasn’t able to produce words to express how happy he was.
Summer smiled back; she couldn’t help it. Arthur was infectious in his happiness. “What do you want?” she whispered.
“To be here with you forever.” He said not really thinking. But he meant it. He really liked Summer, a lot.
She laughed a little. “Just right here? I think we might be a little tired of standing.”
“Well we can sit.” He laughed sitting on the ground. He pulled her, and sat her in his lap.
“Yes, my lord.” She let him pull her down, and nestled into his arms, looping one arm around his neck so she could kiss his jawline.
He smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. He looked around and saw a yellow flower in reaching distance. Arthur picked it and put it in Summer’s hair. “There you go.”
“Thank you.” Summer let her fingers comb through his hair, tracing along the back of his neck. “I wonder what you would have done if you hadn’t surprised me into confessing.”
“I never would have known.” He said simply. Arthur let her play with his hair.
“That actually seems kind of awful.” Her face was sad. “You make it sound like you never get any choices of your own.”