#blue???

[appelcake]

cyanide pill

[cerastes]

Call Nobu IMMEDIATELY, there’s huge developments in the purple bag industry unraveling right now

[02zhoonie]

BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL !!! WHY WOULD U TEASE US LIKE THAT

[great-master-airplane]

blue blue blue blue

BLUE?? WHAT?? QUINN, I AM NOT THAT COOL. YOU'RE COOL.

[hellshoundtm]

Adoring. Doting. When he kisses atop her head, he’s radiating with heat and something else   ---   something that he doesn’t always name. The palace is quiet, tonight; most of them either resting or off squabbling over things that he isn’t concerned with. War. It has so many of them tense. It has so many of them constantly on edge and it the hound is not spared from the fears that loom, from the worries   ---   from the ‘what-if’s or the nightmares when his eyes close. He holds it well, right up until he doesn’t. He doesn’t think about it, until it suddenly consumes his mind. Voice gentle, he lets go of her hand and takes a step so he’s in front of her. Calm   ---   and yet. There’s an anxiety under the surface. An excitement. Proverbial tail wagging.  “I went topside, today.” It starts. Thoughtful. “Gotcha somethin’, but. Y’gotta promise not t’freak out or whatever   ---   I mean. Y’might freak a little.” A hand dives into his pocket and what he produces is small. A glint of metal and he hesitates, laughs low. Carefree. Easy. “Wait, fuck. I think I’m supposed to.” And this. This is when he ends up on a knee.

“I gotta question for yah   ---   got a feelin’ I know th’answer, but. I still wanna hear yah say it.” Some smiles are just for her. Some moments are simply theirs. “I know we ain’t human. I know half of their traditions don’t make sense, but. This one, I kinda like.” The band itself is small. Silver, with a little pawprint stamped on the inside. A joke, at first   ---   a means of making her smile during these hard times   ---  but he’s held onto it for days and now it’s become something else. A serious gesture. Love, displayed. Devotion, made visible to others. The pause comes but then there’s that radiating sensation again. Warm. Constant. A forever, something he offers very simply. “Call me yours? Just yours.”

[idgfbk]

Tropicana

[charly-the-devil]