help, my wife got wine drunk and tried to set our marriage certificate on fire, saying “good luck trying to return me without the receipt”
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help, my wife got wine drunk and tried to set our marriage certificate on fire, saying “good luck trying to return me without the receipt”
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poisonkhai:
“you mean thursday?” khai asked, confused about what the blonde woman had against thursdays. sure, it wasn’t the weekend but it also wasn’t a monday. “what did thursday do to you?”
“Particularly June 28th but this particular Thursday has done me dirty.” Alice smiled half chuckling at the man. “Thursday is making me want more than just a few drinks.”
“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear one single word about what today is. Just give me that.”
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never-truly-noticed:
“Well I recommend that you don’t use it all that often.” He said simply “wenty poo? That’s a new one”
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“I’m filled to the brim with it at all times.” Alice raised an eyebrow. “What, is Mack going to attack me over it, Wenty Poo?”
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jonathanlund:
“And are you going to tell me what those things are? Or do you get off on being this huge enigma?” He tilted his head a little so he fist fit better against him. “And I’ve been working on making my bones stronger than steel. But of course there’s never been enough force to fully test it. So by all means, be my guest.” It was difficult to even play hostile with Alice playing so well with his hair. “I’m the most good boy. The goodest…?” He smiled, his eyes closing for a moment. “Can we actually do that? Because I could get used to this.”
“You know what I like and what I don’t like. And that is both helpful and detrimental if you decide to use it for evil.” Alice smiled as he moved towards her fist. “I haven’t worked with steel much but I believe I’m stronger than it. If you honestly think that this is a good idea, I’d love to put my full force into something for once. No holding back. It would feel so nice.” She smiled a little at him and shook her head laughing at his words. “You’re ridiculous, that’s what you are.” She raised an eyebrow. “Oh sweetie. You’re so pure and innocent. Sure. We can do that.”
evcharlielastic:
“why thank you, i thought so too.” they grinned, before a brow rose at what the female was angry at. “you don’t like to lose is i think what you meant,” charlie paused, a smirk resting on their face. “i’m the same, but fighting in a tournament isn’t really my forte, so to speak. you’ll just have to win the next one… or ask for a rematch.”
Alice shook her head and held up a finger. “No. I don’t lose. Not to amateurs. I am one of the best damn fighters in this town. I am faster, smarter, stronger and better trained than every single person on the winning team. I even actively made sure that I did not punch anyone hard enough to physically harm them. All my team had to do was to keep up even a tenth of what I was outputting.”
never-truly-noticed:
“Definitely sounds it.” he replied “You know if you don’t want people to think your bitter, you shouldn’t bring it up.”
“It’s called sarcasm, Wenty poo.”
fireproof-jade:
“That’s something a bothered person would say. Do you want to talk about it or just sit here in silence?”
“My team is full of amateurs who need 40 hour weeks in training from now on.”
jonathanlund:
“Meh. Me knowing you better than I think I do probably can’t end well for you?” He allowed her to tap at him, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty sure I can…but I’m down to test it. Although that means you have to hit me in the face. Hard. But it’s down to you under what scenario that happens.” The raised eyebrow turned into a small wriggle, his tongue lolling out like a dog being petted as he leaned his head back, fully relaxed. “I think about a lot of people with potentially magic hands.” That wasn’t a lie. “You know i may have to take you up on that offer.”
“There are certain things involved in you knowing me well that can be helpful.” Alice chuckled a little and lined her fist up with his face. “I could put thousands of pounds of force onto your face. Do you want to try just for the fun of it?” She continued to play with his hair laughing at the reaction. “Awww. Such a good boy.” She moved her other hand to go into his hair using both to massage his scalp. “We might have to watch tv with your head in my lap from now on.”
agingjeremiah:
Jeremiah looked her over, surprised by the poorly suppressed rage. Or not suppressed at all; it depended on perspective and sensitivity. “Is this a competitive streak, or were you really looking forward to bonus internet time and a week of free bowling?”
“My life is a competitive streak.” Alice said crossing her arms. “Maybe I need the internet to talk to my long distance lovers and the bowling to entertain myself in this sometimes immensely boring town.”
“She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery.”
— Rachel Vincent, Menagerie (via barecontact)