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The Very Virile Viking
my irl friends: i achieved sm during quarantine! i started a business, finished my degree, earnt a lot of money, started exercising and i got a new s/o!
me: 😗✌🏼
i made a new playlist with music to study to and-
@thatsthat24 whatcha think :)
Snow Scene at Swynlake || Bonliddell
@go-askalice
These days, Lou made sure to spend plenty of time with Opal. The twins were becoming more mobile and vocal, and while this was lovely, it also meant that they were becoming quite a handful. One year old toddler was difficult enough, but two of them took much of everyone’s attention. Even with all three of them. There was twice the laundry, twice the dishes, and twice the appointments.
So, Hades, Belle, and Lou all made sure to take Opal out for her own little event at least once a week, though they tried to do so more than that.
Today, Opal and Lou were out, building themselves a snowman. Or, well, a snowprincess, if Opal had anything to say about it. They had been out for a while now and their snowprincess was coming along quite nice. Opal was babbling along pleasantly about feeding the snowprincess’ nose to Philippe later, leaving Lou to ponder the ephemerality of art as he packed snow together.
When a shadow fell over him, he glanced up from where he was crouched. “Bon jour, Alice,” he said without exchanging his expression and going back to packing the snow.
“Bon jour, Alice!” Opal parroted. She waved and then went back to patting her snow pile. “Bonjour, Opal.”
[outfit, Opal’s outfit]
it's 2020 and this is actual news
Started listening to mom jeans recently and bro
Fresh Meat
Greg sat at his desk, expectantly reviewing paperwork on two new hires. The department seemed to run through crime scene analysts quickly, since so many wound up getting burnt out after seeing enough stomach-turning and grisly scenes for one lifetime. Just then, Greg heard a knock at the door of his office. “Ah- come in, door is open!” he called.