You Make the Sound of Pulling Heaven Down by CaptainHarleyQuinn

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You Make the Sound of Pulling Heaven Down by CaptainHarleyQuinn
PASTEL PUNK JIM WITH CATS OHMYGOD pastel punk jim getting midly irritated because the cats keep mucking up his daisy chains and the cats keep crawling all over his books as he tries to study but the books always end up abandoned on the coffee table as jim fusses them
Oh my god oh my god and he gives them the most ridiculous names, and buys little collars with their names on (each of them has a different colour collar) and when he dyes his hair he always does it to match one of them, but he has to keep changing because he can’t have his kittens thinking he loves one of them more than the others (or at least that’s his excuse for why his hair is a different colour like every flipping week)
*HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING* I LOVE YOU. GIVE ME ALL THE PASTEL PUNK JIM KIRK AHHH also cats uwu
PASTEL PUNK JIM WITH CATS???
!!!!!!!
AND HE HAS A BIT OF AN ALLERGY BUT HE POWERS THROUGH IT BECAUSE HE JUST CAN’T RESIST THEM WHEN THEY COME AND SIT IN HIS LAP AND ON HIS SHOULDERS AND BONES OFTEN FINDS HIM READING WITH A CAT JUST CHILLING AROUND HIS NECK
*knocks on your door* hello do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior winona kirk
"Could you teach me?" The words escape George before he can even think about holding his tongue, and Winona laughs like he was joking, running the whetstone along the length of her blade. "And have you stab me in the back? I'm sure I have a spare knife somewhere you can use." She tilts the blade, examines it with a critical eye, and he watches the light glint off it in the sun. She's made it as dangerous as herself, and just as beautiful. He wonders just when (and how) he's fallen for her.
She wants to scoff, but the way his eyes--those beautiful, bright blue eyes, so innocent and guileless (contrived, she tries to tell herself)--fall on her seems to make doubt settle in her stomach. She can appreciate an attractive man, but there's something more here, and it equal parts irks her and draws her in.
She sighs, setting the whetstone down, then holds out the sword, hilt-first. He accepts it, eyes wide and--no, damn it all, she won't think about them.
"Show me how you'd hold it."
He has only barely started to brandish it when she leaps to her feet, holding her hands up, then stepping around to adjust his grip. "Sweet mother Mary, no. God no. Your form is terrible."
But she says it with a faint smile.
captainharleyquinn replied to your post:captainharleyquinn replied to your...
it’s only science if you write it down and do it several times so you should go stare at his butt for a little while longer. for science.
i wrote it on tumblr. does that count?
captainharleyquinn replied to your post:captainharleyquinn replied to your photo “I AM...
that is the best way to attract a potential mate; eat chocolate and stare creepily at him very good. is it a very sweet butt or a VERY sweet butt? i need to know. for science.
it's worked so far!! [is violently single]
science says its a VERY cute butt. i did a survey.
captainharleyquinn replied to your photo “I AM SUPER OK WITH THIS”
you should probably put the mimosas down but tell me about this cute serving guy, does he have a nice butt
ugh he works at this cafe that i walk past every day and i went in cause i was having a crap day and i wanted chocolate and to creepily stare at him and he has dark messy hair and the loveliest accent a very sweet butt