This isn't funny. Those brutal days in training... This isn't what they were for.
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from Uruguay

seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from Belgium
seen from Brazil
seen from Germany
This isn't funny. Those brutal days in training... This isn't what they were for.
i have GOT to finish my wolfdad fic now more than ever. every time i turn around, something new about wolfgang comes out that renders what i've written obsolete. i am not changing a thing of course, especially in light of the non canonical mastermind cassidy document, but dang LET ME FINISH!!!
"So!" Nina claps her hands briskly. "What do you think?"
Sieglinde beams, turning this way and that, admiring the way the well-tailored trousers accentuate her legs. The deep green hue of the fabric perfectly matches the neat little bow tied at the collar of her shirt. "I love them, Tante Nina! Thank you!"
Wolf grins as well, partly because of the sheer delight on his Fraulein's face and partly because of the vein throbbing in Sebastian's temple. He finds it funny.
Sebastian is not smiling at all.
"Looks good," Ciel says. "I wonder if you could give a heart attack or two to some of the more conservative guests at the dinner party tonight?"
"How wonderful to see your interest in promoting the modern woman, young master," Sebastian cuts in, a touch of acid in his voice.
Wolf nods proudly, not quite understanding.
Nina narrows her eyes in a victorious smirk.
So today was the last day we had keys to our old apartment. There's a bigger, nastier rant abt the complex we left another time but for now I give you a little story about my husband being a lawful evil little maintenance goblin with serious malicious compliance chops because he is concentrated Irish and Scottish and Welsh intent and fortune favors his bullshit.
Today we went in while our wife was at home with the kiddos and pets in order to do the last garbage haul and wipe down walls and such.
In a moment of inspiration, Wolfdad goes "wheres a screwdriver and the putty?" While I am finding a pen between the two vehicles and my bag in order to leave a note saying we pulled down the smoke alarms in order to fog the apartment [preemptively] for pests as we left, which bc we are who we are is pretty SOP.
As I am finishing taking another emergency shit (gods only know what's going on there but I am trying to schedule a time to talk to my PCP abt that) I hear this sweet man tinkering in the closet. I ask him kindly what the evershitting fuck he is doing.
Sabotage, apparently.
He was turning the water heater to produce v hot water.
As I leave the bathroom having pottied and wiped down the counters and walls and sink as a "we lived here bot we aren't demons" with soapy water (are we being gremlins and doing this so everything is faintly sticky? Yes.) I manage to snatch the above [thusly edited] image of him using the spackle to seal shut the breaker box and then the box's screws in place. "Wolfdad what the fucking crackerjack are you doing now?"
"It isnt ever supposed to come off. That's literally electrical code in [PNW]." Okay yeah thats kinda funny and only faintly obnoxious. "Also I flipped off all the switches for the heaters and the water heater." Of course you did...
We emailed imaged we took of the patio after he cleared it the other day and then locked the door so that the complex could see what the upstairs neighbor's 2yo is flinging off the balcony bc he is put there unsupervised. It's a lot and its nasty.
We turned the keys over to our favorite (vaguely tolerable compared to the others) office worker.
We cleared all the garbage.
We are done. We are out. We free!!!
And your Wolfdad is a fucking goblin.
Clean bathroom stall Jeff loves a clean stall PizzaWolf (c) Jack (Me)
My ugly self getting licked to death by my dog
PizzaWolf Camping - Page 10
Don't worry. Jeff is here to protect you :D
PizzaWolf (c) Jack (Me)