#derkomponiist

[waeis]

derkomponiist replied to your post : how to know if ur in upstate new york: deadass

Okay but I am from jersey and I can say that that tag is completely accurate.

its like they have to say it in every single sentence

[ruzezvltavy]

derkomponiist replied to your post:Now on a completely different note please imagine...

Please end his suffering

she gladly would I’m sorry

[aph-germania]

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Why did his kids have to take care of him while he was sick. He could take care of himself. He was an adult. A very very old adult... No other beings other than his family would be able to stand in his presence when he glowered with such frustration in being an invalid. “That song you wrote for my birthday a while back, I said it was lovely? I have never wanted to fall on my sword out of boredom so desperately in my entire existence.”

[aristokratischer-blog]

derkomponiist replied to your post “my rod: sees another rod, immediately flirts”

((Well why the fuck not? XD))

it’s canon rod x rod otp

[coollikealittlebird-blog]

Hooligan and Prince

In the world, you felt the pain of your other half. You felt when they got hurt. When they had an aching tooth. When they hurt themselves. Gilbert was glad that whatever his problems, his counterpart didn’t seem the sort to get into trouble. Of course, they were probably some timid shy girl who didn’t lift a finger to do anything. The guy who had a reputation as a hooligan laughed bitterly. She wouldn’t want a guy like him. Even if he didn’t cause her so much pain.

There was angry shouting from downstairs and he winced. Once, his uncle had been a kind man. Oh, stern and downright frightening at times, but a good man. The death of his friend had changed that. The man’s two sons riled him up something fierce and it was Gilbert who took the brunt of things.

But better him than Uncle’s son who was seven years younger and still thought Gilbert hung the moon.

He went downstairs, plastering a smile on his face as he did his best to distract his Uncle from whatever had upset the man. The painful crack of a hand slamming into his face was the only sound. Gilbert had learned quickly that showing weakness only invited more pain.

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Gilbert was sporting a black eye when he came into school. The boy had grown from a grubby boy who played knights with his best friend into a hooligan who got into trouble and badgered any that got into his way like a fighting dog that had known nothing but that. He didn’t shrink under the eyes that saw him, smirking proudly despite the bloody red in the iris of his once-purple eyes that had formed early in his teenhood and split them into blood and sky.