#-askmeme

[elizabethdlaill]

(skeet ulrich) What's the most useless piece of knowledge you know?

Only about 5% of the world’s oceans have been explored. 

[elizabethdlaill]

(bradley cooper) favorite food?

I know it isn’t a food, but tea is genuinely my favorite thing in the world. It warms you up, there are so many different flavors and ways to drink it. It’s great. To answer with actual food food, I love Italian.

[elizabethdlaill]

is there anything you won't talk about in interviews?

I try not to talk too much about my personal life. Especially if I’m seeing someone since I like to protect them from it all.

[elizabethdlaill]

What’s your opinion about your kissing abilities?

I’ve never had any complaints? So I’d say I’m at least a decent kisser. You’ll have to ask people I’ve kissed!

[elizabethdlaill]

If you had to compare yourself to one fictional character, who would it be?

Princess Anna. We’re both super clumsy and awkward, but we’d do anything for the people we love and we want the best for everyone.

[stopsignsandcigarettes]

}!{ — Ladd Russo (Baccano!)

“Easy Slugger, easy. We don’t need ya breakin’ anything that I ain’t gonna break myself.”

The blonde sat calmly in a wooden chair, arms resting on the backrest, head resting on his arms. Idly his thumbs hooked and released the black suspenders that held up his pants, a dark contrast to the white long-sleeved shirt that was rolled up above his elbows. His eyes were trained on the swinging mass in front of him. It was limp, whimpering, begging at some parts, but mostly it was pissing itself. 

Ladd’s lip quirked upward at the corner as he stood, scooping up the baseball bat that was resting on his thighs, and continued.

“Don’t be so hard on yaself. That’s what I’m here for. To knock,” he emphasised his words with wonderfully brutal blows to the hanging man’s abdomen, “some sense,” another blow, “inta that head ‘o’ yours!”

At the last blow, the man coughed up blood, rich and thick. It splattered on Ladd’s shirt, in his hair, on his nice, beautiful shoes. the sandy blonde’s lips curled higher at the splatters hitting his forearms in chunks.

“Ready to die, Slugger?”