A sea cucumber breathes and shits out the same hole... Like some people I know.
i don’t have time for this tbh you newt pizza shit
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A sea cucumber breathes and shits out the same hole... Like some people I know.
i don’t have time for this tbh you newt pizza shit
Picks nose. Flicks booger at you with middle finger. S͕͒́̊̋U̷̳̰̬̻̰͎͔͍̻͋͌͐͐̇̚Ḟ̵̦̹̰̓̌̽ͫ͜͝F̡ͤ͋̆̂ͣͭ͏̱̻̫̯E̸̼͖͓̬̱͎ͥ͐̿̄͘Rͦ̀͢͡҉̘̼̪̙̼ͅ.
‘ What a buzzkill. ’
faux disappointment spills from pouty lips; the stranger didn’t seem to be lured by the charms his face wore. not that he’s surprised––– if anything he might be even feeling relieved. not that daisuke would have completely minded some lip-brushing or anything, but still. there was something intimidating about the taller man; could it be the piece of fabric covering their left eye? although the blond starts to see a trend with strangers wearing eye-patches ‘accidentally’ hitting on him, he says nothing about it to the other one.
‘ Who are you anyway? ’
“Chousokabe Motochika.”
“Since m'more than sure ya'd rather stick to somethin' short, Motochika's fine.”
He's sailed this course before-- a sea lacking of his own reckoning and it was disgruntling, practically unsettling to know that there were bumpkins out there without the slightest clue to who he was and what he achieved. The expression he wore remained the thickest shade of stoic.
“And you, lad?”
‘ Shut it for me then. ’
the slyest of all winks is given; hopefully the innuendo would translate without much of an issue. lips curve into a smirk as the blond awaits for the stranger’s reaction. the idea to pucker his lips forward does appear in daisuke’s mind, yet he decides to shelve the idea for later; should a more appropriate time come.
“--Tch.”
Teeth grit and he nearly snarls. He may have been partially naive, but he knew exactly what this bumpkin was implying, and it earned a narrowed gaze from a singular hue.
“Y'might have spunk, kid-- but I ain't gonna fill yer' need for more.”
‘ what a shame. maybe you should get one. ’
“Maybe y'should shut that thing y'call a mouth, kid.”
ur dumb xoxo signed magoichi saika /magoichi not sayaka anchorshit/
that... that's hella rude sayaka........
Shits on everything you love tbcfh.
"Ah, yes, of course. Let me pour some for you, then.”
With that he poured them each a cup, handing one over to the other before he took a small sip himself.
“So, yer' old man's accomplishments...”
The moment his sake was poured, he lacked the reluctance to press the brim of the saucer to his lips, nearly inhaling its contents.
“Tell me about 'em.”
It was after he finished his first serving, that he poured himself another-- and another after that.
“Oh—! Well, if you’d like to learn about Takeda history I’d be happy to tell you whatever you’d like to know.”
The young tiger cub is oblivious. Oblivious and naive like w o a h.
“Oho, I'd love t'hear 'bout the Takeda's endeavors.”
“—After a few drinks, of course.”
Once he returned with the sake, he caught the tail end of the other’s snooping around.
”Hey—what are you doing?”
“--Hm?”
“Oh-- m'just givin' yer' old man's possessions a look over. Can't a lad admire the history of his allies?”
( Nice save, Motochika. )
"Very well. I’ll return shortly, then!"
( He may or may not be snooping through the Takeda's belongings while the tiger kid fetches their beverages. )
”Booze—? Oh! Well, I suppose we do have sake. I’ll go ahead and get that for you, then.”
“Aye, that'd be great.”
“Bring as much as y'can-- and some for yerself.”
”Ah—then I suppose that shouldn’t be a problem if you’re still hoping to meet with him. Make yourself comfortable, then. I’ll prepare some tea—”
“Nah-- forget the tea.”
A hand signaled in protest.
“Nothin' makes time sail quicker than the luxury of booze.”
“I, Sanada Gejiro Yukimura, cannot disclose that information to just anyone who asks for it.”
“M'not here for yer' old man's war plans, red guy.”
“I was only hopin' to catch him for a drink-- but since he ain't around, I hope you don't mind me loiterin' until he gets his ass back here?”
“I’m afraid Oyakata-sama has traveled South to handle some matters. And—my name is not red guy.”
“Y'look like it to me.”
“--And t'the south, y'say? What's he doin' down there?”
”So many new faces! Do you all have business with Oyakata-sama?”
“The only business I'd have with yer' old man is a drink or more. Is that old geezer around by chance, red guy?”
"Of course they will! I have faith in myself and everyone in my Army!"
"And m'sure they have as much faith in you as y'do in them-- but when ya' finally do face Mitsunari, y'better not let that cool ya' have now wash away in the current."