#batesboy

[bayofsmoke]

📜

Incorrect Quotes Generator | accepting!

@bates--boy

I'm crying your honour

--

Eirík: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Peter: You and me!!! Eirík, tearing up: Okay.

--

Eirík: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars. Peter: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

--

Eirík: A theif. Peter: Thief? Eirík: Theif. Peter: I before E, except after C. Eirík: Thceif. Eirík: No.

[mauerfrau]

🤜 (DW, I'm at work, too, lol)

Kiss Symbols || Accepting

Send 🤜 for a punch in the kisser

@bates--boy

Peter was someone whom Lily simply did not concern herself much with. He existed in his plane of existence, and she in hers. She cared little about their paths crossing and would have been content to ignore him. Yet something (poorly made drugs maybe) had possessed the man and made him follow her, pestering her. He kept insisting that she was "not as strong as she pretended to be." She told him several times to go off and leave her be, yet he insisted on following her and repeating his accusations.

Finally, he said, "I bet if you punched me, I wouldn't even feel it. I bet I could stop you with one hand!"

She stopped and looked at him. "Is that a challenge, Kirkland?"

He smirked, rolling his shoulders. "It's a threat. Put 'em up." He squared off and made a "come at me" gesture.

She stared at him in silence for five seconds. Before he could blink, her fist collided with his mouth. He was sent hurling backwards to the alley dirt. He was sprawled out, mouth bleeding, before he could even comprehend what had happened.

"Get yourself a better dealer," she said.

[matthew-james-williams]

► Dye your hair brown

“Is this a joke..” 

Leaves and returns in about an hour with brown hair. “Not sure what the point of this is but there, happy?”

[mauerfrau]

@bates--boy

She’d heard the door open, but she didn’t look up from the journal in her lap. She didn’t need to. The young man would no doubt be drawn by the light in his kitchen, wondering why it was on. And when he came to investigate it, he would find her. The Berliner was sitting in one of his dining chairs, her right leg crossed over the left. Everything about her appearance was planned, from her black leather boots, her slim trousers, and her perfectly fitting blouse with the top two buttons undone. Her black leather jacket was resting behind her on the back of the chair. 

When she noticed from the footsteps that he had come in, she flicked the page in the notebook. “United States. Caitlyn. Whored herself out for bread, apparently.” Her voice was nonchalant, almost bored even. Her bright green eyes looked up at him and stared straight into his. “Well now. That’s not a very nice thing to be writing about someone, you know. Especially a nice lady like her. Didn’t Arthur ever teach you any manners?”

[mauerfrau]

🖤

Get Out Your Burn Ointment || Accepting

@bates--boy

“For someone who was literally born to be a hunk of metal floating in the ocean, he sure is a weak and ridiculous mess. You’d kind of expect something tougher and more interesting from someone who grew up on the ocean, but he just wound up being a sad, perverted forever teenager, wearing glitter spandex that rides right up his ass.”

[mauerfrau]

Lily’s out here picking on Sealand like he doesn’t still rank higher than she does

She snorted and actually laughed. "Oh please, as if micronation status has much meaning. He's a fort in the middle of an ocean. I'm the capital of one of the most successful nations in the world. Besides, being a nation, micro or not, doesn't grant you god status. You know, I ran into Rome, not too long ago. Yes, the Rome. He's not an empire anymore, but he is still his city. He taught me something that a lot of the nations ought to bear in mind. We cities are more resilient and necessary than them. You can have a city without a nation, but could you really have a good nation without cities? No. We were here before them, and we may well be here after too."

[paralianprince]

😳 for some daydreamin'

Is It Mushy Hour? It’s Mushy Hour

“Now, this one’s a bit odd!  I’m not all-together sure what the universe is playin’ at by sticking the two of us in the same place, I’m sure there’s some sci-fi explanation but that don’t matter really. What I do know, is that when I met Sir Loony Bin Twin, it was because ‘e was on some sort of... Eurovision-induced-depressive-drunkspiral, so I was like, okay, obviously this is some Ghost of Eurovision Future thing, and I’m supposed to ‘elp this poor bastard out.” 

“So obviously the sopping idiot keeps tryin’ to help me instead!”  He laughs, shaking his head as if to dust away the very thought.  “I do enjoy that we both’ve got that... self-righteous sort of...” 

He mimes the act of reaching out in alarm before immediately losing heart, as if he’d just helplessly watched a flowerpot fall to the floor on the opposite side of the room.  “Like, ‘No, stop, right, hold on, you’re mucking it all up, just quit that and listen for a second, you’re makin’ a proper mess, just hold still and let’s get your damn act together, yeah?’  ... You know?  Like-- you put two people like that together and you get nowhere.  But it’s nice, still.  If we’ve got to roundabout care about our own selves by outsourcing it to some... sci-fi parallel-world nonsense, then so be it!” 

“It’s hand-to-God unbelievable that ‘e’s still tryin’, honestly.  I’ve kind of been bullying ‘im lately-- we’re just different enough to get on each others’ nerves I think, and it’s not as though I’m not gonna bully some proxy I can project onto a bit, given the chance.  Like, I know that’s what I’m doing, even while I’m doin’ it.  And anyone else might’ve given up on me by now, probably, considering ‘ow I’ve been-- and ‘e’s better about that than I am, for sure.  He’s got that sort of-- right, what’ve you done about it to fix it? attitude like our prince had.  Like, I thought I did, but then you’ve got this madlad idiot to show me right up in that regard.  Sort of makes me want to drag his depressed arse up by the anchor chain like, right, let’s get going then, if you’re gonna talk that big!” 

[paralianprince]

🤚👂 cuz you know I just have to.

send me "🤚👂" for shit my muse would say behind your muse's back // DO U EVER JUST RB AN ASK MEME AND THEN CAN’T ANSWER THEM FOR A WEEK, IMSOSORRY @bates--boy 

“... And then ‘e’s like, hereby I’ve diagnosed you with needin’ therapy, and you’re gonna do it whether you want to or not-- in fact you’ve just told me you don’t want to, which I’m takin’ as proof you need it even more, as I can’t see past my own nose enough to understand why you might not want to do exactly what I tell you to, when exactly when I say it.  It’s maddening!  I’d wonder who ‘e thinks ‘e is, if I didn’t know exactly already.  And that’s the worst part!  Is this really the impression I give off to people?” 

“It’s not even like the sopping bastard’s actually older than me, it’s just that it looks like he is!  If I needed advice on settin’ shit on fire because I can’t reign in my own head for a single minute, or like, gettin’ absolutely soaked in public and passin’ out into somebody’s rose garden, I’d know just who to go to!  But obviously I don’t!  It’s embarrassing is what it is. Really, I ought’ve seen it coming!  He told me, about that he derelicted and moved away someplace else the first chance ‘e got, and I’ve gotten this wretched gut feeling ever since.”