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Okay, this blog is officially inactive. I'll be on every so often to check for messages, but that's it. Bye, everyone! It was fun.
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who is more dominant in the bedroom?:Alice, definitely. Tarrant would be too nervous to hurt her.who complains the most?:I guess it depends on what they're complaining about. Tarrant can rang about nothing for hours.who’s the laziest?:Alice.who wakes up the earliest?:Normally, Tarrant. He gets up and makes breakfast and tea.who does the chores around the house?:Tarrant does laundry, Alice does dishes, and they split the other stuff.who is the most protective of the other?:They both are protective, but Tarrant can be obsessively so. He worries a lot.who gets jealous the easiest?:Tarrant. It's his self image thing.and a song or group of songs that describes the ship:I posted a playlist a while back, but their main song in my mind is Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore by REO Speedwagon.
"Not like that. She just cries until one of us goes to get her."
"Ah. How often does she cry at night?"
"Not too often. Enough to keep the baby monitor on, though. She's just not very colicky."
Send me a ship and I'll tell you;
who is more dominant in the bedroom?:
who complains the most?:
who’s the laziest?:
who wakes up the earliest?:
who does the chores around the house?:
who is the most protective of the other?:
who gets jealous the easiest?:
and a song or group of songs that describes the ship:
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DID YOU KNOW:
The Little Mermaid was written as a love letter by Hans Christian Anderson to Edvard Collin. Anderson, upon hearing of Collin’s engagement to a young woman, proclaimed his love to him. He told him ”I long for you as though you were a beautiful Calabrian girl.” Edvard Collin turned Anderson down, disgusted. Anderson then wrote The Little Mermaid to symbolize his inability to have Collin just as a mermaid cannot be with a human. He sent it to Collin in 1936 and it goes down in history as one of the most profound love letters ever written.
Most scholars and psychoanalysts concluded that Anderson was bisexual; however, he never acted upon his homosexual drives.
The Little Mermaid, as it was originally written, did not have a happy ending.
"Come on! It’s only stupid if it’s in a stupid situation. Here-," he began to unbutton his pants. "We can both watch The Lion King in our briefs."
"Whoa, hold on." Tarrant stuck his arms out in front of him. "First of all, mine are boxers. Which I have been told are more…
"Oh, good." Tarrant wrapped himself up before flopping down on the couch, disappearing beneath the blanket. "Okay. We can watch the movie now."
Chess took off his shirt and laid himself on top of the hatter blob. He flicked on the Blu-Ray, turning up the volume to hear Circle of Life. “I hope you have the guts not to cry when Mufasa dies.”
Tarrant pouted a little, puffing up. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I won’t cry.”
"Sure." He began to vibrate as a purr slipped through him. As the song continued, "I prefer Elton John’s original." He wriggled to find some sort of opening in the blanket to sneak in with Tarrant, being the snuggle kitty he was.
The Hatter stiffened a little, not comfortable to be so close to Chesshur while wearing so little, but eventually relaxed. “I like this movie.”
“So do I.” He purred again. “It’s got cats in it.” He secretly fawned as baby Simba was shown. I mean, he was a chubby baby lion. What wasn’t there to adore? “I still can’t believe they named him Simba.”
"What’s wrong with his name?" Tarrant asked, cocking his head.
"Simba means ‘Lion’ in Swahili." He purred again, continuing to look at the screen. He saw as the playful Simba scurried to tell his father to wake up. “Does Tillie do that? Even at her current age?”
"Not like that. She just cries until one of us goes to get her."
"Oh come on you look cute."
2. Only a hoodie that’s too big.
Tarrant was sitting on the couch so his legs were tucked up into the hoodie as well. “I got caught in the rain.”
She raised the book over her face, struggling to restrain the unbridled cackles that threatened to come. “I couldn’t impose,” she responded in a voice that was soft and shaky. “You work so hard to earn this money.”
"But I want to buy the book, so just…just…" Tarrant squirmed a little more, heaving a sigh. "Please."
Ulli cracked then, cackling loudly for a few seconds. “Clever hatter,” she laughed. After a moment more of laughing, she said, “Look, i can close the blinds for you if you want. However-” She punctuated the word with a point at Tarrant. “What’s in it for me?”
"The blinds aren’t the problem." Tarrant grumbled, giving them a glance.
"So it’s the Dodo then," she suggested with a lopsided smirk. "Do ya want me to do the skedaddle?"
"Yes." Tarrant answered without hesitation, casting his eyes down to the floor.
"What’s in it for the Dodo?"
"Well… I won’t be incredibly uncomfortable around you for the ret of my life. How’s that? Oh, and my wife probably won’t hate you."
She grinned. “I’ll take it.” She got up from the couch and headed for the door. Turning back, she tossed the novel at him, and said, “Here. I was done with it anyway.”
Tarrant let the book land on the couch. "Okay, so the only reason you were in here was to try and see me unrigged?"
"Come on! It’s only stupid if it’s in a stupid situation. Here-," he began to unbutton his pants. "We can both watch The Lion King in our briefs."
"Whoa, hold on." Tarrant stuck his arms out in front of him. "First of all, mine are boxers. Which I have been told are more…
"Oh, good." Tarrant wrapped himself up before flopping down on the couch, disappearing beneath the blanket. "Okay. We can watch the movie now."
Chess took off his shirt and laid himself on top of the hatter blob. He flicked on the Blu-Ray, turning up the volume to hear Circle of Life. “I hope you have the guts not to cry when Mufasa dies.”
Tarrant pouted a little, puffing up. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I won’t cry.”
"Sure." He began to vibrate as a purr slipped through him. As the song continued, "I prefer Elton John’s original." He wriggled to find some sort of opening in the blanket to sneak in with Tarrant, being the snuggle kitty he was.
The Hatter stiffened a little, not comfortable to be so close to Chesshur while wearing so little, but eventually relaxed. “I like this movie.”
“So do I.” He purred again. “It’s got cats in it.” He secretly fawned as baby Simba was shown. I mean, he was a chubby baby lion. What wasn’t there to adore? “I still can’t believe they named him Simba.”
"What's wrong with his name?" Tarrant asked, cocking his head.
"Your hips. Nuff said.
"My hips? What about them?" Tarrant frowned, glancing down at his waist.
"Oh come on you look cute."
2. Only a hoodie that’s too big.
Tarrant was sitting on the couch so his legs were tucked up into the hoodie as well. “I got caught in the rain.”
She raised the book over her face, struggling to restrain the unbridled cackles that threatened to come. “I couldn’t impose,” she responded in a voice that was soft and shaky. “You work so hard to earn this money.”
"But I want to buy the book, so just…just…" Tarrant squirmed a little more, heaving a sigh. "Please."
Ulli cracked then, cackling loudly for a few seconds. “Clever hatter,” she laughed. After a moment more of laughing, she said, “Look, i can close the blinds for you if you want. However-” She punctuated the word with a point at Tarrant. “What’s in it for me?”
"The blinds aren’t the problem." Tarrant grumbled, giving them a glance.
"So it’s the Dodo then," she suggested with a lopsided smirk. "Do ya want me to do the skedaddle?"
"Yes." Tarrant answered without hesitation, casting his eyes down to the floor.
"What’s in it for the Dodo?"
"Well... I won't be incredibly uncomfortable around you for the ret of my life. How's that? Oh, and my wife probably won't hate you."
"Come on! It’s only stupid if it’s in a stupid situation. Here-," he began to unbutton his pants. "We can both watch The Lion King in our briefs."
"Whoa, hold on." Tarrant stuck his arms out in front of him. "First of all, mine are boxers. Which I have been told are more…
"Oh, good." Tarrant wrapped himself up before flopping down on the couch, disappearing beneath the blanket. "Okay. We can watch the movie now."
Chess took off his shirt and laid himself on top of the hatter blob. He flicked on the Blu-Ray, turning up the volume to hear Circle of Life. “I hope you have the guts not to cry when Mufasa dies.”
Tarrant pouted a little, puffing up. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I won’t cry.”
"Sure." He began to vibrate as a purr slipped through him. As the song continued, "I prefer Elton John’s original." He wriggled to find some sort of opening in the blanket to sneak in with Tarrant, being the snuggle kitty he was.
The Hatter stiffened a little, not comfortable to be so close to Chesshur while wearing so little, but eventually relaxed. "I like this movie."
"Oh come on you look cute."
2. Only a hoodie that’s too big.
Tarrant was sitting on the couch so his legs were tucked up into the hoodie as well. “I got caught in the rain.”
She raised the book over her face, struggling to restrain the unbridled cackles that threatened to come. “I couldn’t impose,” she responded in a voice that was soft and shaky. “You work so hard to earn this money.”
"But I want to buy the book, so just…just…" Tarrant squirmed a little more, heaving a sigh. "Please."
Ulli cracked then, cackling loudly for a few seconds. “Clever hatter,” she laughed. After a moment more of laughing, she said, “Look, i can close the blinds for you if you want. However-” She punctuated the word with a point at Tarrant. “What’s in it for me?”
"The blinds aren’t the problem." Tarrant grumbled, giving them a glance.
"So it’s the Dodo then," she suggested with a lopsided smirk. "Do ya want me to do the skedaddle?"
"Yes." Tarrant answered without hesitation, casting his eyes down to the floor.