..not talking breakfast, huh?

“The new sons would help me and excel at taking the genetic ones out. They’re quite adept at such.”

So Katy and Lydia have quite the conversation about myself and my sons? Hmph...

Brad Pitt? Excuse me? I’m better than that guy. Just saying.

When we don’t fight? — which is rare... We drink. ᴍʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ‎

Chokes. Someone must really be scraping the bottom, behaviorally, since it results in ( this ). Damn.

Though, apparently I’m not lowest? That’s quite a win.

It’s getting out of hand, and getting pathetic. Goodnight from Pops. Deuces.

“Happy birthday, little lady — I wish you a good one, darling. You don’t look a day over one hundred..... I’ll be there for you every step of forevermore.” Katherine Salvatore [Fake]

“This prominent silver trait has turned me into a Silver Fox, sport. Because of all the stress you godforsaken children put me through.”

“Your existence was a stressful event, hair gel. Fatherhood was, and is, not my cup of tea — I prefer coffee.”

Of sedated manner, Gus carried Katherine Salvatore [Fake] to bed, positioning the petite figure underneath the covers. Slipping under the sheets, he carefully welcomed the small frame into his embrace; snuggling her closer. Soft kiss placed over her nude shoulder. “Goodnight, Katy.”

When his attention is wrongfully required in the midst of pleasing his alcoholism. ..such as paying attention to get insulted by the hair fanatic in the family, ᴍʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ‎.

1851 — eighteen fifty-one. One hell of a great thanksgiving! What an outstanding and meaningful memory for the Salvatore family.

“Miss Sammy now, do ya?”

He genuinely hopes that the sons doesn’t ache for that..... ‘family Thanksgiving spirit’. Because — hell nah! Been there, done that-ish.

“A /turkey/? Son...”

#MCM 𝙶𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎 “𝙶𝚞𝚜” 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 for putting up with my crazy ass. I love you.

#WCW to Katherine Salvatore [Fake]. A stunning woman, to say the least. Beyond precious— proud to to call her mine. My crush every damn day!