#four-clovers

[areanothitristis-blog]

four-clovers replied to your post: locustaaa replied to your post: ...

my guy thats the party god bacchus only he goes by sera now

bovis stercvs

yov are fvcking with me yes

[waltzofsunbeams]

"Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and ill just send u a bunch and u can pick whatever/however many you want! penny/jan, roulette/gray, k/jan, martina/alma, penny/cedric, achilles/reuben, viola/geneva, viola/blackbird, im just having fun picking em out regardless of ship so have a ball

((Planning to do more of these recs but for now here’s the viola/blackbird kid. If you’ve got the money, he can forge doctors’ notes and pretend to be your parents on the phone.))

[glassyteeth-blog]

four-clovers replied to your post: abrighterworld replied to your post: ...

for clarification i am a bartender and i enjoy making cementmixers and giving them out and then whatever happens happens

the fuck do you work

[varjoshadows-blog]

((can i request 1a with holland?))

((holland is....too cute i can’t deal)) 

[anupstairsharmony]

RP Summary: Friends In Low Places

Characters: Silvain, Twigs, and Connie

Content warnings: Insects/insect death, talk of Milo’s show/serial killers

Summary: Silvain, Twigs, and Connie meet up and search the house where Silvain and Milo fought some months back. They find nothing much of use, and come to the conclusion that, unfortunately the best way to get a bead on Milo’s identity or location is to befriend him. Silvain suggests that they create a fake online profile for another killer and let Dakota befriend Milo through that persona. The three split up to think on the plan more, or come up with alternatives.

[RP LOG]

[sweetsforthesweet]

(dont chase the rabbit)

“So,” Or said, turning to smile at Cas, throwing their arms out to indicate the house around them. “How do you like it, now that you’ve had the grand tour? I know it’s not much, but -”

“It’s three stories tall,” Cas said, his expression unreadable.

“Well, it’s not much compared to Celandine,” Or revised quickly, naming their own estate. “I thought maybe you would be happier with something a little smaller.” They crossed the room to the fireplace, considering the large, bare mantle above it. “You can decorate it yourself, of course, or I can decorate it for you - I haven’t spent a dime on furniture yet, I thought I would let you -”

“Orianthe,” Cas said from behind them. They felt the warm pressure of his hands, large and rough with calluses, on their waist. “It’s good. Better than good. I love it.”

“You do?” Or drew themself up gleefully, and spun around, straight into a kiss. Casimir laughed into their mouth, dipping them slightly, his hand rising to support the small of their back.

“Thank you,” he said, pointedly, when he separated himself from them. “For this. All of this.”

“Oh, don’t be silly.” Or waved off the gratitude, staying close to Cas, letting him hold them still. God, even after all these years, they still felt such an overwhelming fondness towards him. They reached up to run the pads of their fingers over his cheek, down his face. “You don’t have to thank me. Just kiss me more.”

[ardentcrusader]

I invited Connie to my mma class tonight. He fought one guy, got thrown on his ass, and all he said was “hot”. Proceeded to get at least 3 numbers.

[moratoriumgallery]

four-clovers said:

arent you the guy that called the cops on himself at my bar last night

Huh? Eh, probably something like that? Hell if I remember the last chunk of last night, I just remember having to call one of my lawyers this morning to get me out of jail and back to my car. They had me sleep off the booze in a cell, can you believe it? My back’ll be sore all week, now, this sucks.

Got out fine, though. Would’ve been easier had you not been such a buzzkill, though.