Als noch die Stürme tobten, War ich so elend nicht.

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[aristokratischer-blog]

“I’m over a millennium old and I don’t practice my scales.” 

[grottenschlechtt]

aristokratischer replied to your post: I’m angry and quite offended that you don’t have a…

“Like, even a little one. I’m attractive. I have a nice ass. My personality is shit, but at least I’m aware of that part.”

I’m straight now.

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Oh please, you’re about as straight as the notes are in Atlas Eclipticalis. 

I’m moving from Salzburg, by the way, so you won’t have me in your ass anymore.

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“Is Arthur going to explain this or do I have to draw my own conclusions?” 

He has a copy of “England’s Ass is haunted by a Hung Parliament” by Chuck Tingle. 

[bloodycrumpets]

No one ever believes me when I tell them “It’s not a stick up there: it’s a minority government”!

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“...At least it’s Hung?” 

Even Rod enjoys a dick joke every now and then. 

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this isn’t as funny as i thought it would be

[sinfruity]

just a couple of edelweiss boys holdin hands .

[ask-art-student-prussia]

You’re kinda heavy for such a skinny wimp

Shut up!

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[sinfruity]

talk discounts to me .

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there now rod has a pretty bisexual flag for him

[toomuchtelly]

Ask Memes;; Tumblr Post Edition

[sexlessrpmemes]

fuckityxbye:

And then Satan said “put the alphabet in math”.

Sometimes I think I’m sassy and then I realise I’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean.

Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on? 

I love sunglasses! Am I looking at that tree? Am I looking at your dick? Who knows!

This is the police, open up, tell me about yourself, don’t be afraid.

Raise your hand if you’re a lil’ bit of an asshole. 

Why don’t people do random nice things for me? You know, send me a message, draw me, paint me, send me three hundred thousand dollars.

I am three years behind on math homework. 

I don’t like your clothes; take them off. 

What if you start making car alarm noises when people you don’t like touch you?

Hey, is your girlfriend seeing anyone?

I get butterflies when I think about myself. 

When you see a good body and you just can’t think of a good pun. IT’s dev-ass-tating.

Umm… hi. My friend wanted to know if you think I’m hot. 

To quote Hamlet, act three, scene three, line ninety two, “no.”

I never run voluntarily so if you see me running, you should probably run too because something must be coming. 

I’ve got a masters degree in being ignored. 

I will do a lot of things, but admitting to my mum that I’m cold after she told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them. 

Dads are either too nice or assholes; there’s no in between.

On a scale of fake pockets to nachos, how good is your idea? 

I’m alive, but only ironically. 

I’ve been in a bad mood since two thousand and seven. 

No, you’re not as funny as me. Stop trying.

I love it when people try to hurt my feelings because I don’t have any. 

-sighs- Why am I better than everyone? 

I don’t trust people who can look good with messy hair. 

If my jokes offend you - one; I’m sorry. Two; it won’t happen again. Three; one and two are lies. Four; you’re a pussy. 

If I go to hell, I’m just going to torture everyone by continually asking if it’s hot in here of if it’s just me. 

My love is like a candle; if you forget me, I will burn your fucking house down. 

Let’s play a game called “Guess My Sexuality”. 

I’m angry and quite offended that you don’t have a crush on me. 

Are you from Europe because europiece of shit. 

[aristokratischer-blog]

“Is Arthur going to explain this or do I have to draw my own conclusions?” 

He has a copy of “England’s Ass is haunted by a Hung Parliament” by Chuck Tingle. 

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“I couldn’t take my eyes off you from across the ball room.” --howdounfashionablepeoplelive

@howdounfashionablepeoplelive

There’s a moment, he can’t help but laugh. “Really? Of all the men here, you found yourself attracted most to me.”

He raises his eyebrows and takes a long sip of champagne. Perhaps it would be something of liquid courage. “I find that hard to believe, a lady like you coming for someone like me.”

[howdounfashionablepeoplelive]

Marianne held her own glass delicately, her lips quirking up in a bit of a smile at him. “And why do you find that so hard to believe?” she asked him. “You are an attractive man, you are well dressed, and you hold and air of refinement and sophistication about you. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to you?”

Of course, if he wasn’t interested, then she wouldn’t pursue, but she was hoping for a bit of an opening, at least.

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“Surely someone here, there are so many, is also well-dressed and refined.” He can’t help but smile, just a bit, before pushing up his glasses. 

“Surely I am just one of the crowd, when someone as lovely as you could have someone perhaps more well-dressed and refined.” He’s a little nervous. It’s odd, being a bachelor once again. 

Perhaps he would keep that information to himself for now. 

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“It’s too early to drink, they say.” He’s pouring a glass of wine already. “Time is fake.”

[seekesotsibteadmist]

“Time is an illusion and probably doesn’t mean that much anyway. Might as well do what you will. ” 

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“Mm.” He hums, and quietly pours another glass, if only to be polite. 

“I mean. We live forever, or close to it. What’s a couple hours off from normal?”

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"I shall not be played for a fool."

“How dare you, Basch, accuse me, your loving boyfriend, of stealing your chocolates.” 

Don’t mind him as he wipes a bit off of his lip. 

“Absolutely appalling.” 

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“It’s too early to drink, they say.” He’s pouring a glass of wine already. “Time is fake.”

[depassion]

“There’s that one song about margaritas… Or something. It’s five o clock somewhere!” He laughs.

[aristokratischer-blog]

"I don't drink that sort of thing." Listen. There's way more wine than necessary in that glass.

"I presume you want some too?"

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"It's too early to drink, they say." He's pouring a glass of wine already. "Time is fake."

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“I couldn’t take my eyes off you from across the ball room.” --howdounfashionablepeoplelive

@howdounfashionablepeoplelive There's a moment, he can't help but laugh. "Really? Of all the men here, you found yourself attracted most to me." He raises his eyebrows and takes a long sip of champagne. Perhaps it would be something of liquid courage. "I find that hard to believe, a lady like you coming for someone like me."