“What kind of question is t-that?”
“I’ll ask again... Are you...or are you not...a natural red head? I’m taking a survey. If the answer is no then do the curtains match the drapes?”

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“What kind of question is t-that?”
“I’ll ask again... Are you...or are you not...a natural red head? I’m taking a survey. If the answer is no then do the curtains match the drapes?”
And I doubted you. I apologize, pet.
“What’s next? Gonna do a Lady Gaga and make the slaves carry you about in a fucking egg?”
“The water looks so lovely, does it not?”
“Yeah, well maybe you should try it yourself. Something tells me the water would compliment you nicely.”
“I’m fine with you drinking, I just expect you to share.”
“I’m actually talking about a little bit of the harder stuff...” he gave the blonde a smirk...and then a nudge...and then a wink, -”It’s coke.”
“It is my problem if a drunken werewolf starts to cause trouble around the island.”
“I may have had a few swigs of something but that’s not what I’m on about.” he stood and looked at the super he didn’t know, not about to let his guard down, “And who are you? Follow up question: why should I care?” The werewolf held up a hand and paced a little, “And if the response has anything to do with authority over me then, let me repeat, why should I care?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m perfectly sober... and even if I wasn’t I’d tell you to mind your own damn business, mate.”
How much have you screwed around while away?
If it’s in someone else’s body does it count? Nah, I’d say no’...
What would you do if Georgia was auctioned?
No’ much.
Teh tell yeh the truth, I’d probably figh’ anyone who took her from me...I’d never let it lie, she deserves teh feel safe an’ she will when she’d wit’ me.
How does it feel being a loser?
What's your dirty little secret?
I like the taste o’ me own come an’ other peoples...mixed together like a cocktail.
I ‘ave a multitude o’ secrets...yeh’d need teh be more specific.
huntingleah:
Leah just rolled her eyes as he took the bottle hoping that she had finally gotten him to give up. As she practically flew over his shoulder a small yelp left her lips before she started to struggle. “Get the fuck off of me you stupid arse!” she screamed, proving to be quite the sight for any onlookers.
His eyebrows hit the ceiling at her objection, “I ‘tink we both know how tha’ ends, princess, keep yer ‘ands teh yerself fer now.” He focused more on the potion he was tossing over in his hand than the blonde herself. He knew she wouldn’t like this...until they were alone at least. After a while, they were situated in the depths of the forest and he was placing her down on the floor. He faced her and held up the potion again, “Are yeh goin’ teh trust wha’ I tell yeh ‘bout this potion?”
mcavoys:
oops
bloodykiing:
“Something wrong?”
“Missin’ certain assets I gained durin’ the body swap.”
He pretended to lick this two index fingers and then mimed rubbing his nipples.
worst and best things about being a guard?
The best is gettin’ an idea o’ who yeh migh’ want teh rent...the worst is tha’ there’s always one slave givin’ it the bigun...None o’ ‘em tend teh learn they ‘ave no power down there.
think you'll claim anyone?
Bound teh, aren’t I? I mean there’s no reason no’ teh…apart from ‘avin’ teh look after it an’ feed it an’ clean up after it…
Fuckin’ effort, mind…