#nosymonegasque

[a--kirkland-blog]

A in a circle cuz ~mobile~

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

[actually-an-eiffel-flower]

"locked up because my eyebrow game was too strong,"

“Wait, then the cops must be coming for me too!” [frantic looking around] “WE MUST GO!”

[italian-spitfire]

✿ cuz u gave me two i give u two ok good

63. Hug around waist

Seeing Elisa approach from afar, Lovino got up from his place where he had been waiting for her and slowly but surely met her halfway. More or less at least. As soon as he was close enough, he went for a hug as greeting, but instead wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer until she was close enough for his liking. “Why, ciao pretty lady. Are you here often?“ he asked, smirking at her in slight amusement.

[italian-spitfire]

✿ !!!

9. French Kiss

They were only inches away from each other and just looking. No, it was more of a gazing. Gazing into each others eyes, simply mesmerized. Lovino eyes flickered down to her lips and before he could form another coherent thought, he found himself gently kissing Elisa. Closing his eyes, the sensation of her soft lips against his own only became stronger. His hands started to wander ever so slightly, one resting on her hips, keeping her a bit closer and gently drawing circles with his thumb, the other finding her hand and intertwining their fingers. Drawing his tongue over her lips, Lovino found himself pushing slightly for more, happily deepening their kiss as he recived a positive reaction. She tasted sweet, like candy and Lovino felt reminded of sunshine somehow. Sometimes he really wished he would be better writer to put his feelings into words. Ah, but a gentleman never tells. 

[txchnol0gic-blog]

"Close your eyes."

[reinstalling program] [program loading] [load complete]

……. Et u, Brute?

[showtunesandkimchi]

[ @nosymonegasque ]

[ hums, heading towards the door she gave him the address to, a small box of chocolates in his left hand, and his phone in his right ] [ he wasn’t really wearing anything too dressy- like, at all, really. it was just neat, at best, with a blue, patterned button down tucked into black pants ]

[ types out a quick text to Elisa, telling her that he was pretty much outside, and asking her if she was ready to go to that Thai place they picked out ]

[a--kirkland-blog]

Give me that flower bullshit fam

10. gentle kissThe early morning sun filtered through the tan, sheer curtains lighting up his girlfriend’s face in an ethereal glow. He rarely wakes up this early–god, help whoever did wake him up this early. He softly squirmed in his position, rousing his body slowly before realizing the woman’s head kept his arm in place. Arthur tried to tug it free but afraid to wake her up, he soon stopped.There was a smile on his face as he stopped stretching his body awake and turned back to her. What was she really? At first nothing but a friend. Perhaps that was a lie. From the very beginning she was a catalyst. The match that brought a spark to his day; that illuminated activities he found boring and now saw in a different light when with her. She was an independent variable and Arthur was irrevocably interested in her.When that had unlocked more, Arthur found it to be different than those from his past. Yes, he’d been in love before but this seemed more natural. His affectionate gestures came with ease and no hesitation. Of course there was still that gap time where he didn’t show much affection. A part of him he was sure that had bothered Elise, but that didn’t matter now. They weren’t there, they were much farther than there.Arthur gazed at her beautiful, soft face silently. He didn’t want to wake her and yet he did not stop himself from raising his hand and threading his fingers through her honey hair. After a few strokes, he guided his hands to cup her cheek.This act had roused the girl from her slumber, her eyes blinking tiredly a couple times for her vision to focus. She had yet to look up at Arthur but she knew that touch. Elise shifted, stretching her legs as she crooned a soft noise–a playful whine of protest. “Must you wake me on my day off?” Her eyes flitted up to his and, to Arthur’s great annoyance, it had made his heart jump. “Good morning.” She greeted with a smile stretching her faded pink lips.“Morning.” Arthur greeted back, a smirk on his face at her whines. She didn’t do it all that often but he thought of it as silent revenge for those times she’d wake him up. “I did you a favor. Now you get to spend more time with me.” Arthur teased, intertwining his free hand with her left one. “Sounds like a disservice to me.”“Well, aren’t you sweet.” Arthur remarked sarcastically, lifting the hand to his lips. A detail (a hint) he was sure went past the woman’s head. It was far too subtle, too natural for it to be detected. And Arthur had skillfully chosen to do it that early in the morning that her foggy mind did not think much of it.That soft, nearly lingering kiss to her ring finger was a promise.

[actually-an-eiffel-flower]

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#14 Tickling them

Elisa and Francis had been relaxing for a while, just enjoying some relaxation time with one of his friends when she’d gotten that one look on her face, which could only mean danger.

He was right, and when she’d leapt at him to start a tickle war, he was only semi-prepared for it. The very, VERY unmanly squeak that came out of him? Nobody else needed to know.