#m!a 10

[off-fuckers]

Here is a rubber ducky for you for this bathtub. It has a little baseball hat on it just for you three! -Z anon

[thealmostperfectblog]

Haha loser you can't even run an ask blog properly

- Pride Star

You're right I can't I'm sorry :)...

[likeantennaestoheaven]

Tell him yourself.

you’re his errand girl, not me.

[worst-echo-battle]

He took Mare's memory of it too. Phantom had a breakdown yesterday over it.

Echo just shakes his head, sitting down now.

[dg-jeon-blog]

@dg-frida

Depois de ter se oferecido para tomar conta das crianças naquele dia, o Jeon sabia que quando Frida voltasse para casa iria querer acabar com sua vida. Porque a situação era aquela: Maya insistira em lhe maquiar e colocar presilhas em seus cabelos curtos, enquanto Haneul simplesmente pegara todos os doces da geladeira para tentar criar um bolo de unicórnio. Nisso, Nando havia começado a pintar as paredes da sala sem que Jiyoung visse (pois Maya havia quase lhe cegado ao passar algo brilhante num de seus olhos), e Kyung se entretinha vendo um programa de culinária que Maya insistira em por para seguir a receita e fazer de sua forma “mágica”. No final das contas, a casa ficara toda pintada nas paredes, o chão estava cheio de doces e maquiagens (que Jiyoung nem sabia que podiam ser da própria Esposa, inclusive), e Kyung já estava aos berros, porque provavelmente havia se entediado daquele programa que Maya colocara. Assim, quando ouviram a porta de casa abrir, todos os olhares seguiram para a entrada da sala. — Eu... Posso explicar?

[kid-omega]

She nods her head and tugs on her curls gently out of nervous habit. "It is! it's great! He has it shaved like this," She tugs her hair back out of the way. "And it's bright pink. Mine's not as bright as his, but it was too dark to bleach really good."

"A mohawk? He sounds like a punk--In a good way, I mean. Well, I mean the fashion. 'Punk' doesn't tend to have the best of implications..."

[kid-omega]

She smiles shyly, trying not to allow herself to sense his emotions, though hers are running the gamut. "I-it's okay. Sorry about that. Y-you just... you look like my brother, and his name's Quentin, too." She smiles. "His hair's pink, tho. Like mine."

He raised an eyebrow and nodded, accepting the curious comparison. "I like it." He glanced up at her hair. "It, um, it looks nice on you." That sounded vague enough, right? Nobody had to know that pink was his favorite color.

"Your brother's hair is pink??"

[kid-omega]

Ina cringes at the words. She takes a deep breath, smiles and puts out her hand. "I-I'm sorry. Hi. I'm Ina."

He reached out cautiously to shake her hand. "Hi, Ina, I'm Quintavius--I prefer Quentin. Though, I take it you already know that..."