... I'm making a cheesecake *right now* and no one can stop me.

Down the alley, around the arcade, up the stairs of the building to the little room with the broken faucets, your drawings, all your things,

{ calculated wanderings have taken him to a cottage that looks like something out of a fairytale, standing in front of the door debating whether he really wants to gamble on whether she would be here... or if Crowe Altius would. ah well. it’s a risk he’ll take, so, he knocks }

Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean. Let’s kill something.

What can I say, I’m the type to follow trends. #SeductiveSunday

I make you pancakes, I take you hunting, I talk to you as if you’re really there.

Luche is a power bottom. en.shindanmaker.com/771231 😏

What the ever loving fuck is this?

{ he subtly, but wholly intentionally, stretches himself in just a way to nudge 🍁Mari 🍁, turning over for good measure, hoping that stirs her awake }

Well? Do as it commands. #SeductiveSunday

{ the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and he is very much contently curled up into 🍁Mari 🍁’s side, ignoring both sun and birds pointedly because he is trying to sleep, dammit }

Excellent, a year to the day I managed to heal enough to get myself a phone. I love memories. (This is such a waste of sentiment, honestly.)

The boy is a bird, a bad bird. He falls out of trees.

I’ll call you darling, hold you tight. We are not traitors but the lights go out. It’s dark.