As A Rule, I Don't Enjoy Being

I Was Always Writing. When I Was A Little Kid, Before I Learned How To Write, I Would Tell Stories. But As Soon I As Capable, I Started Writing. I Filled Notebooks And Notebooks Until I Got My First Computer When I Was 11. It Never Really Occurred To Me That I Would Do Anything Else.

Don’t.” I Walked Up To Him. “if It Ever Comes Down To A Situation Between Me And You, Save Yourself. I’m Not Worth Dying For.” “princess, I-” “none Of Us Are,” I Said, Looking At Him Seriously. “not The Queen Or Any Of The Markis Or Marksinna. That’s A Direct Order From The Princess, And You Have To Follow It. Save Yourself.” “i Don’t Understand.” Duncan’s Whole Face Scrunched In Confusion. “but… If It’s As You Wish, Princess.” “it Is. Thank You,” I Smiled At Him And Walked Into The Palace.

Wendy: Why Are You Staring At Me? Finn: Because You're Standing In Front Of Me.

Wendy!” Finn Shouted Pulling Me From My Moment With Loki. “what Are You Doing? You’re Married. And Not To Him.” “nothing Slips By You Does It.” Loki Asked.

If Peter Pan Had Been Real, He Would've Gone Mad And Killed Everyone In Neverland.