Rewatching Lizzie Bennet Diaries with family and OH GOD ALL MY LYGI FEELINGS ARE COMING BACK WHY THIS SHIP WHY THESE TWO GORGEOUS CHARACTERS

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Rewatching Lizzie Bennet Diaries with family and OH GOD ALL MY LYGI FEELINGS ARE COMING BACK WHY THIS SHIP WHY THESE TWO GORGEOUS CHARACTERS
Idly tugs at his father's clothing with his tail----
❛ Yes? Was there something you needed? ❜
♥ + my url-- tucks this into your shirt pocket. ;a;
send me a ♥ + a url and i'll list 5 things i like about them.
joke's on you my shirt doesn't have a pocket. :| but anyway. i rlly like your icon a lot it's pretty.
your loki is amazeballs like for real holy shit. you've got a grasp on him that i've seldom seen anyone else have on tumblr tbh.
your writing style is totally lovely. ugh yes.
we haven't really spoken? but you seem super nice!
you have hella music taste jfc.
Finding people for a good genocide is tedious.
It has to be dressed up, sugar-coated, wrapped in cheese like a dog's pill to make it go down smooth. No one's honest anymore. Then again, he's never really been honest to begin with, himself, so he supposes he can't complain too much. This doesn't make his job any easier, though; finding supers without access to the company, and their exhaustive records -- those records he helped to compile! -- makes it a time-consuming job.
A wonderful thing, then, that he has all the time in the world, and currently, he's scouring the streets of New York City for anything that looks out of the ordinary; and by scouring, he means he's more of sitting on a bench, idly breaking his finger over and over again, and setting it back into place, and watching passerby in hopes of just finding someone.
What? He's allowed to be lazy every once in a while.
There's a lame, disgruntled murr as Alucard resignedly rests his forehead upon his mate's shoulder from behind, clearly done with the day even though it was far from over.
#{ oh #oh no #don't you dare make me ship this }
hello 911 yes they said the thing i think we're going down i think it's happening