noise dept.
Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
The Bowery Presents
hello vonnie
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Doug Jones
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Sweet Seals For You, Always
tumblr dot com
One Nice Bug Per Day
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
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taylor price
art blog(derogatory)
The Bright Sessions
EXPECTATIONS
Jimmy Eat World
KIROKAZE
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He huffed. You’re the creepy one. And old habits die hard, darling.
No, you're the one that's borderline rapey, okay? Clayton stopped, turning on his heel to look at the other man. Call me that again and I'm going to rip your throat out, I have a name, I prefer it tone used. Pet names are reserved for loved ones, of which you are not. You can go now, I'm sure you'll find some pencils at the office supply store.
You didn’t? How old are you?! It’s not weird, darling. It is being friendly.
Just didn’t, and it’s borderline creepy. Cut the darling thing, what did I say?
Well you must’ve failed school, darling. Are you implying I’m creepy? Cause that’s very rude.
Didn’t go to school. I am, it’s weird. Well I’m not nice, so.
[text; wrong number -- from Rose] Lucy, I have a question... other being a sin... how bad would it be if I hypothetically used your wedding to fix things with Clayton? And by fix things I mean remind him that I don't have a gag reflex?
[text -- Rose] No gag reflex or not, you should really look at who you send things to Rose. And thehypothetical answer to you hypothetical question is not at all bad. Do you know how sleazy people get at weddings? It's practically horrid.
A pencil then? And why not?
No, and just don't. Creeps me out a little.
Do you have a pen, darling?
No, and don't call me darling.
Do you like these shoes?
And chicken or steak? Also the red center pieces or the white center pieces- what about the red and white center pieces?
If you want to look like a harlot at your own wedding.
Both, give the guests a choice would you. Red centerpieces, white accents.
private;
I’ll figure something out, I have to, if not for the blur that is now Vegas for the last 300 years together. Arron’s frown of concentration deepened at the mention of Rosaline’s lack of worry, it was something she always did. Should I be bothered by that, Rose I mean? I thought you two fixed things, ages ago. Needless to say he was rattled and confused, but they had work to do so he decided to pushed their personal lives aside for now so they could focus. We’ll come back to that later.
Good point, I wish you luck. Clayton poured himself a drink, offering one to his friend while shaking his head. He would build things back up with Rose eventually, they had their ups and downs, this down was just about as down as the stock market crash of 1929. Need not worry, Thayer. I've got it all under control. He nodded. Talk Brother, you look like you need too. Badly.
I know, and once I figure out some sort of revenge that Catharina won’t retaliate I’ll deal with Xavier. Arron nodded solemnly, entering the home with ease. You should probably get a drink first and take a seat, we’ll be here a while. Crossing over to the couch he unbuttoned the jacket of his suit, pushing it open before sitting down. And text Rose so that she won’t worry.
Good luck with that. She’s a feisty one, and a vengeful one. Sending the door closed with a flick of his wrist, Clayton picked up his mug of warm blood from the entryway table and looked at it a moment before sighing and finishing it easily. Looks like he wouldn’t be enjoying a cup tonight. He moved over to the liquor cabinet to pour himself something upon Arron’s suggestion. Not worry, she won’t be worrying about me anytime soon. He muttered. Drink for yourself before we start?
I’m in a foul mood so you’ll have to deal with it. I don’t even remember our first so you’re preaching to the choir. We’re got things to discuss, otherwise I wouldn’t be interrupting you, your Hermit Highness.
I’m not the one who signed the papers, Arron. Don’t I always? Do come in, I’d rather not discuss in the open air. What’s happened now? He stepped aside opening the door for Arron as he always did.
Clayton you miserable excuse for a Proxy, I know you’re home. Show yourself before I replace you with Jack’s dog as my best man.
That’s both rude and unfair. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this god damn wedding? A long time, Arron. Now what is it?
What?! … Oh, it’s you.
Yes, me. Something wrong?
Do you even speak Latin?
We’ll just say, yes it really happened. During the early years of the HBIC’s relationships. Clayton and Catharina got into a minor argument that ended on a bad note. They didn’t speak for a couple weeks.
At the man’s silent approval, Michael stepped in and hovered momentarily as he waited for the older vampire to guide him. He followed silently, hands fidgeting behind his back. “I do hate to bother you with things all the time, is all Master.” He rose his hand and shook his head, “No thank you. Miss Lucielle is a curious case, but they are not so bad.” He hovered in the door way, before carefully resting himself against the wall, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sit still with the nerves bundled up within him. “I need your permission for a transition, Clayton.”
"It's fine, Micheal, please just call me Clayton. I haven't been addressed as master in over a century." He nodded, pulling a blood bag from the microwave and poured it into a glass, laughing a little at the Lucielle comment. "She definitely is, you get used to it after a while." Clayton leaned on the counter and tilted his at the man, curiously. "Who, when, why, where?" He asked quickly.
