#i..........love him

[plantbruno]

he’s a bad boy

[shuaketsu-blog]

[kestis]

i was getting ready to argue with my boyfriend about some obscure shit from star wars and he sent me this

[min-suga-honey]

nothing is more endearing than how badly v wants to be a rapper

[palms-upturned]

OOH DO MILES EDGEWORTH YOU BEAUTIFUL BABE U

HOLY SHIT THANKS U EQUALLY BEAUTIFUL BABE

✐ three sentence fic meme

When he was eleven, Miles Edgeworth stood unusually straight, his speech adorably adult - so much like his father, the adults would chuckle, and Miles was secretly delighted.

At twenty four, he still stood too stiffly and spoke as if he were standing in a courtroom no matter where he truly was, but the adults no longer chuckled - they found him pretentious, even condescending, and Miles seemed not to care for any of them... except for one.

At thirty five, Miles Edgeworth doesn’t stand so much as he does sit at his desk, his glasses askew and frustrated fingers tangled in his hair, for he is one of the adults now - but for all of the gray hair and the lines beneath his eyes like rivers on a map, there is a new softness in his voice when he speaks, almost like a child.