#subserviient

[ajisaiko]

@subserviient

                                     “Father, can you come over here? I have something for you.”

[enlambeaux]

                      “what a wonderful day out. if only my boyfriend                              wasn’t a walking dad joke.”

[fructevampir-blog]

@subserviient

      “ antonio ? “ tao could hardly believe her eyes. he barely aged. a gust of wind blew through the air. it’s riggid && harsh. they’re pushing && slicing at her chilled body. the sight of her adoptive father is even more shocking. the draculina had grown so much in the past decade. she hoped- he’d be able to recognize her. if her heart could still beat, it’d be a train wreck.  people push past chuntao as she struggled to keep an eye on antonio. a slight loss of balance && the two were closer than before. the woman struggled with all her might to keep her strength. tears began to drip from her eyes as she whispered “ do you remember me ? “

[platycodons-blog]

@subserviient (cont.)

Oh, shit. Of course he was determined. No, no, Galloway. Keep it together. They had plenty of time to drool over his scars later. It’s not like they could just choose to take care of Antonio’s wounds, unfortunately. This sort of hands-on stuff wasn’t really Sterling’s main focus anymore. But they were confident in their abilities to patch up external wounds.

“How are you gonna do that? Bleeding on them? C’mon, let me patch you up! You can’t beat down people that cross you if you’re not in top form!”

[ajisaiko]

tfw your dad is trying to get some ass in public.png

[crossed--fates]

@subserviiient​ continued

“An unfortunate truth…I came in today and there was no coffee. I don’t know what could have happened- I mean, they’re always stocked up on coffee so how did they manage to run out?!” the strange sense of panic seemed to be mutual, given Anzu is also the type to drink it near obsessively. The producer however, shoves her hands in her pockets and breathes out a sigh. “I’m going to skip and get some. Won’t make it through otherwise.” Sacrifices had to be made.

The young programmer was baffled. He coud feel the tiredness coming to get him after spending a whole night awakw writing the code for his progamming project and he desperately needed some coffee if he wanted to finish it on time.

“Well, then count me in! How am I supposed to finish my project without coffee?” 

[mxndanemagic]

"Ah, Ella. Sorry for not being around. Work got quite hectic. I made you some cookies." ( cause we haven't interacted in a bit, you can ignore this though ^^ )

@subserviiient

“Anzu, you don’t have to be sorry about that - it’s nice to see you whenever possible but don’t worry about not being around. Work is important after all. I should of tried keeping in touch myself but I suppose I was little busy too.” She laughs nervously but offers a smile to the other.

“Cookies? Oh, thank you! Ah, I forgot how much I missed your home made snacks~! These are always a treat - oh but how has work been for you? Are you taking care of yourself?” 

[angry-nobleman]

( i can't be bothered changing blogs so ) Cue Shanice locking eyes with Elliot, pulling out a tub of paint, opening it and raising it towards her mouth. "I'm gonna drink blue and come out either dyed or dead."

This bullshit again. 

He took the paint from her and put it aside and then lifted her up and put her over his shoulder. He walked to the back of her apartment and put her down in her room and put her on the bed and then sat on her stomach. 

“No.”