slapping my husband after he plays a level of rhythm heaven and asking if i was rushing or dragging
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slapping my husband after he plays a level of rhythm heaven and asking if i was rushing or dragging
the car.
It had been at least half an hour since either of them had spoken. The silence between them had long since settled into something comfortable as Louis watched the tree line blur past outside his window.
A song was playing softly through the speakers, gradually picking up in intensity, something vaguely familiar from Lestat's latest playlist. Louis disliked it immediately. He leaned forward and tapped the screen to skip.
Almost before he could finish the thought, Lestat's hand shot out and smacked his away.
"Driver's choice," he muttered, never taking his eyes off the road. Had he been looking, the glare Louis leveled at him would have made any reasonable man fear for his life, shrink back in fear and pray for mercy. Fortunately for Lestat, he was neither looking nor reasonable.
@leliorisen
“I would let YOU slap ME” oh yeah I bet
Love language: causing physical harm
oliver gritting his teeth at seeing someone else getting to take photos of his coworker. i know what's right.
You know I do get destiel because I was also in a homoerotic friendship in my youth where neither of us knew how to deal with our feelings so we used to beat each other up, something something intricate rituals to touch each other. you get it.
real + the man in question
Bridilko Flirting In The Modern World
Ildiko: You’re so hideous, please take to wearing a hood and cowl, and make it a habit.
Brishen: A mutual feeling, my eyes shrink in disgust when they have the misfortune on landing on your unsightly figure.