#hello bab

[acrosstobear]

quadrant What went down, down under?

[realmcproblems-blog]

@miskick wants their heart stolen

“--Excuse me,” came your voice from behind the woman. “I think you dropped this?” You gingerly offered up the item in your hand. If you were mistaken--which was a possibility--you’d hand it over to the nearest policeman. Maybe. More than likely. Probably.

You could feel the sushi addicted feline in your bag jostling around. Since when did he have the gift of insight?

[thelanternwretch-archive]

Viscaria

Thresh looks at the flowers given to him, then to the man who had handed them over so willingly. “It’s been a while, little Prince.” He snickers, putting the viscarias aside for the moment and offering Malzahar his hands. “I will entertain you, yes, why not? One dance, just for you.” 

[liagaa]

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flips off @fallen-monarch

[loveruined]

for @wasforgotten from this meme. ( mateo taking care of an injured jane. )

     “how d’you get rid of ‘em? s-- splinters?” jane struggles on the unfamiliar word, playing with the little piece of wood in her palm. every time she presses on it, it hurts again, but her morbid curiosity won’t allow her to stop doing it. “s’going deeper. can i just push it all the way in? n’ then it’ll come out one day someplace else?”

[the-satanic-duck]

How to flirt with bae

1. Reblog cute pics 2. Flirt in the tags 3. Hope they actually read the tags.

[fragiledauphin-blog]

Hello there your highness -Betty Washington

“Ah, bonjour, mademoiselle!” Joseph smiled brightly and stepped forward to press a light kiss to each of the woman’s cheeks. “À qui je dois le plaisir?”

@ask-betty-washington

[usurxr]

                                     --- starter for @flxordie​

          Yes, Lakshmana did indeed make           travel all the way to the Ghale           Homestead in the fucking snow to           wave a big bag of weed in front of           Yogi’s nose. The only way to brag           about a good stash is to hold it out           in front of a stoner like a dog.

                    “Primo shit. Got it from a client---                     the one who’s got the weed fields                     as far as the eye can see. And                     you, including your little boyfriend,                     can’t have jackshit. Unless you do                     me a favor.”