My good deed for the day.
I fucking hate anti-vaxers.
Fantastic reply.
r o a s t e d
"Yo. Welcome to Wonderland!"
"What can I d'ya for, doll-face?"
"What can I d'ya for, doll-face?"
My good deed for the day.
I fucking hate anti-vaxers.
Fantastic reply.
r o a s t e d
1925 Rolls Royce Phantom
Hot
Me: I saw the Avengers.
Friend: Me too.
Me: I just love Loki with Thor so mu-u-uch!
Friend: But aren't they bro-
Me: ADOPTED.
it’s really accurate actually
“…If you insist,” he muttered, scooping the other up and off the floor. ”Sleep is another excuse for me to hold you, I suppose.” The demon wandered into the room, still holding onto Lore for now as he sat on the bed, laying down and pulling the small male even further atop him.
“Come give me a kiss,” he crooned.
A small noise came from the blunette as he was picked up. “You suppose? Is t’ my cue to sleep on t’ floor or something?” Clinging to the other in fear of being dropped, Lore simply went with the motions - being picked up, carried, put onto the bed, and then pulled atop the other.
“Mm~,” a small smile as the boy turned his face away from the other, “no. I don’t wanna.” After all, why should he after his Prince forgot to say the magic words?
(Source: livingbreathing-ink)
Alex pursed his lips a bit. That had struck a bit of a cord. He felt like Lore really just… didn’t want to be taken care of by him. Often, it seemed that it was a chore to Lore to have Alexios around. He still had a few feelings of inferiority and doubt from before. Did the other actually view him as a friend and not a lover…? Had that been what he was insinuating.
The prince hated that Lore was the only one who could make him doubt himself.
“Would you like me better if I was nicer?” He asked.
Discolored emeralds stared at the other before the blunette blinked slowly. “Yes,” he deadpanned, without a single sign of hesitation, “but then again, Alex bein’ nice isn’t really Alex bein’ Alex, right?”
A small shrug. “I wouldn’t ask fer ya to not be yourself. That’d be t’ much.” Despite his now quietness, he continued to stare at the demon. Being taken care of was a new thing for the boy, his parents did so, but not in a way that actually meant them being in the same room as him for more than a minute or so.
“You… should get your ends trimmed, they’re lookin’ kinda rough.”
(Source: livingbreathing-ink)
“What is rice?” He asked, blonde brows furrowed. He knew what chocolate was, and what milk was— it was definitely better that he stuck with that anyway.
“…Fine, I’ll make chocolate milk, but not because I can’t make rice.” Whatever that was.
Mismatched eyes gave the other a look of pure horror. Moving to sit on the kitchen tiles, the blunette just stared up at the other in shock. Lore got that he wasn’t from here, and all, but how could you not know what rice is?
“‘m not hungry,” he forced out, along with a smile. “Maybe in the mornin’ we can try and prepare somethin’ together, yeah? Let’s jus’ get some… uh, sleep.”
(Source: livingbreathing-ink)
