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ChivalryThe door won't strike me down if you don't hold it back.Chivalry by ~ChaseYoungsgirl
The bill won't stunt my purse if you don't cover our snack.
You needn't lay your blazer over a puddle to spare my feet.
And don't worry about standing to the left of me to shield me from the street.
You don't have to stand behind me waiting to pull out my chair.
You don't have to leave the last piece for me, you can have it, or we can share.
It'd be nice if you did but I only care for what you say,
The most important thing to me is that you treat me the right way.
You could be a valiant knight riding on a fiery steed,
But if you've got no heart then sadly, love, you aren't what
To KnowYou will never have her beauty, her grace.To Know by ~ChaseYoungsgirl
Her voice, her eyes, her face.
You may surpass her skill, but lack her charm.
You'll never know his kiss or feel his arms.
For you aren't her, you can't be, it's true.
He loves her for her.
She is she.
And you are you.
Just Do It: Sokka/Toph"I'm not telling her that, Toph."Just Do It: Sokka/Toph by ~ChaseYoungsgirl
It was raining again. He'd hoped that the downpour would throw her off, make her turn left when he turned right but here she was.
"Sokka, you can't keep it up forever."
"No, but it's hardly been a month. I don't think I need to-"
"That's right. You don't think you need to do anything."
She cut him off just as he meant to round the corner. Feet planted firmly in the ground, arms crossed and white eyes unblinking.
"Sheesh." He hissed, leaning up against the wall. Refusing to give in, he settled on staring up and rather than speak, brought the ever side dangling water sack to his lips.
"She's eight years old. Ri
SH - Never ForgetIf he had to pick, he'd have said that remembering wasn't the worst of it. No, not at all. Remembering was painful of course, downright heart breaking. …Not that he'd ever let anyone know. After denying it for so long, it would be another ordeal entirely to suddenly come clean.SH - Never Forget by ~ChaseYoungsgirl
John bit his lip, heaving a great sigh.
'My best friend is dead and here I am… worried they'll call me a poof.'
Ah but that was the thing of it in the end, right? Part of the pain, part of that anguish was the fact that he knew Sherlock hadn't been a fake. He hadn't been duped into believing anything. The only lie Sherlock ever told as the one he didn't.
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