The thumb IS a finger.
-Staze
NO. NO IT'S NOT. IT'S NOT A FUCKING FINGER. DON'T YOU DARE. ITS NOT A FINGER. IT'S NOT. ITS NOT.

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The thumb IS a finger.
-Staze
NO. NO IT'S NOT. IT'S NOT A FUCKING FINGER. DON'T YOU DARE. ITS NOT A FINGER. IT'S NOT. ITS NOT.
What if Ryuuto watching Dracula or other vampire franchises?
He totally would laugh at the inaccuracy
[ Ryuuto sat in his chair, enjoying another classic; Bram Stoker's Dracula. Flicking the page over, he paid careful attention to the author's depiction, preparing to somehow twist it to flatter himself. He was, after all, a Vampire himself. ]
[ "Hitherto I had noticed the backs of his hands as they lay on his knees in the firelight, and they had seemed rather white and fine" ]
[ Casting his gaze to his own hands, he chuckled quietly. Indeed, fine, smooth skin... And he was quite pale; Not at ghostly white, however, as was the stereotype. Still, he carried on. ]
[ "But seeing them now close to me, I could not but notice that they were rather coarse—broad, with...." ]
With "squat fingers"!?
My finger are not at all squat!
[ "Strange to say, there were.... hairs in the centre of the palm"! Oh dear, it was getting worse and worse! Ryuuto was quick to brush his fingers over his own palms, anxiously... Thank goodness Bram, on this occasion, was terribly wrong. ]
Good grief...
[ "The nails were long and fine, and cut to a sharp point. As the Count leaned over me and his hands touched me, I could not repress a shudder. It may have been that hisーー" ]
[ Ryuuto shot up from his chair, tossing the book - open so as not to lose his page - upon the table beside him. Almost flying out from his bedroom toward the bathroom down the hall, he covered his mouth, seeming to be... huffing into his hand? ]
[ More than critical of the novel, he was self-conscious. Perhaps it was because of that last sentence that he refused to finish? ]
[ "It may have been that his breath was rank." ]
Imagine Loki watching a documentary on Jack the Ripper while forced to remain in Avengers Tower, after only fifteen minutes of watching it, he was able to dismiss half the evidence as false and stating who actually did it based on his ability to see through lies and falsities.
Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.
Honore de Balzac
Quick Poem
There is a distain
Surrounding certain people
Leaving a stain
On their mind and soul
Their words and ambition
Are blocked by their critique
Pride embalms sedition
- @crimsonizle
hey boy *waltens on you*
i say i say this is Bollocks
Brian thought social life was insincere.
Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil
this is homophobic