#bitch!!!!!!!!

[goldenmisfits]

CRYING IN THE CLUB

[passumbapper]

[byeler]

the faintest possibility of any sort of acknowledgement of byler in the next season

[recapitulation]

finally watched hikaru no go ep 32 where fucking [redacted] happens im on the fucking floor

[bisexualjumpol]

“You’ve trained me so well.”

[shoot-me-and-go]

bitch what the fuck!!!!!! what the actual fuck!!!!!!

[xstrange]

thyrot asked: floats over to sit on her husband's lap, "are you excited to see me, or is that a gun~" A LAUGH !!! clea thinks she's hilarious

LONG   HAVE   THEY   BEEN   MARRIED,      and   yet   all   the   same   the   surprise   his   wife   brings   him   never   ceased.      they   were   simply   enjoying   each   other's   silence,         but   leave   it   to   clea   to   bring   him   back   from   the   depths   of   quiet.      while   as   interesting   as   his   book   was..      it   was   not   nearly   as   interesting   as   the   night   they   had   before.      he   was   relaxing   upon   their   beloved   couch   within   the   study      ---      skimming   a   book   on   ancient   something   or   others,      when   his   lap   was   suddenly   occupied   by   a   very   beautiful   wife.      

her   words   were   met   with   a   sharp   bark   of   a   laugh      ---      the   sorcerer's   grin   matched   with   eyes   full   of   nothing   but   adoration,      painted   the   picture   of   the   NOT   SO   INNOCENT   MAN   he   was.      without   much   thought   he'd   set   the   book   aside,      hands   moving   to   familiar   hips      ---      squeezing   enough   to   leave   his   hands   aching   from   the   pressure.      it   was   subtle   in   motion   but   he   did   shift   his   hips   ever   slightly,      removing   any   doubt   she   may   have   had   regarding   his..      enthusiac   response.      

one   shaken   hand   slowly   crept   under   the   hem   of   her   shirt   and   up   along   her   spine,      marred   digits   rough   against   the   soft   pale   skin   as   he   used   his   pressure   to   bring   her   forward      ---      capturing   her   lips   in   a   BRUISING   KISS   to   wordlessly   confirm.      with   what   little   dexterity   that   remained   within   his   hand   he'd   unlatch   a   familiar   bind,      before   leaning   back   from   the   kiss   that   he   deftly   stole.      scarred   digits   trail   down   her   skin   once   more,      squeezing   an   agonizingly   soft   hip   before   his   hand   returned   to   the   book   from   before      ---      a   cheeky   grin   worn   by   the   sorcerer,   as   he   left   her   wanting.