It’s so cold and dark and dismal here so I’ve turned on my globe lights lit all the candles and am listening to Christmas music while I ignore my homework that’s right in front of me :)
shan he ling + tropes [7/?] • xie wang
Well here we are, we're back again safe upon the shore ~ ♫ In Belfast town we'd like to stay and go to sea no more ~ ♫
We'll go into a public house and drink till were content ~ ♫ For the lassies they will love us till our money is all spent ~ ♫
So pass the flowing bowl while there's whisky in the jar ~ ♫ And we'll drink to all the lassies at the Jolly Roving Tar ~ ♫
Oh Johnny did ya miss me when the nights were long and cold ~ ♫ Or did you find another love in your arms to hold ~ ♫
Says he, "I thought of only you while on the sea afar ~ ♫ So come up the stairs and cuddle with your Jolly Roving Tar!" ~ ♫
“Just let her go.” Will & matt
“AND WHY ON EARTH WOULD I EVER DO THAT?” and yes, he truly was an idiot, if he believed that will was going to let ANY of them out, until he had gotten what he wanted. and no, as of now, that was not something that anyone would see coming - it was not something that WILL was going to give up on. not at all. and yet, he couldn’t help the happy, happy smirk of satisfaction that crossed his features when his eyes landed on angie garza’s unconscious form, because.. well, she had drank a little too much of his present and so, it was going to take quite some time for her to wake up. figures. bitch could use a good nap and in the meantime, he had worked to do. “huh, huh. I NEED THE BOTH OF YOU HERE, for my plan to work. and i mean, if i let her go now, where do you think she’d run back to? ZEKE’S BED, like she did just a few hours after the two of you broke up? HOURS. not days, hum?” he made a face, grinning from ear to ear. and this was only the beginning of what he had planned for little matt boswick, that was for sure. he could suffer and rot in here, while he wondered what was happening to his brat of a daughter on the outside world.. which wouldn’t be pretty, with what will had planned for her, that was for sure. oh, it would not. “ah, shit, man.. i’m assuming she didn’t tell you she slept with him again?” @igcttabe
*knocks (a wholly un-kinky bit of ridiculousness) into the void*
Day 22: Clothes Sharing - 650 words
The gossip around the junkyard was that the Rum Tum Tugger had finally taken a mate.
There wasn’t any change in his behavior: He still came to the junkyard to lounge around with his fan club, trading flirting remarks or teasing touches. He’d pull Bombalurina into his lap, curl himself around Cassandra, and share headbutts with Plato. He’d groom Mistoffelees with such diligence that the tuxedo sprawled bonelessly and purred a storm and Jennyanydots despaired that Tugger never put that much effort into anything useful, honestly. He’d loaf with Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer and a Jemima fighting to keep her balance on his back.
Suffice it to say that Alonzo had a hard time substantiating the gossip.
He’d mostly dismissed it as idly, perhaps wishful, chatter. And then one day, while he was on watch with Cassandra, Mungojerrie walked into the junkyard with an obnoxiously yellow and spotted bandana worn proudly around his neck. Alonzo did a double-take.
“Is he wearing—?”
“Tugger’s bandana,” Cassandra finished.
Alonzo decided, somewhat wildly, that it clashed horribly with Mungojerrie’s fur. But more importantly: What in the name of Bast was he doing with it? Tugger never let anyone touch his accessories. Did he even know about this? He couldn’t, surely, or else how was Mungojerrie still alive?
“Here comes trouble,” Cassandra murmured.
She nodded in the opposite direction, where Tugger and Mistoffelees were walking out from the depths of the junkyard. Mistoffelees’s coat still sparkled and Tugger carried a large pigeon in his jaws. He wasn’t wearing his bandana.
Alonzo made a sympathetic face. “How long do you think Mungo has to live?”
“How quickly will he be able to run, I suppose.”
Mistoffelees waved as soon as he spotted the calico and Mungojerrie grinned, picking up his pace to reach them. Alonzo held his breath, hoping he would not have to conduct a funeral later. But Tugger... didn’t lunge for Mungojerrie’s neck.
“Any of that for me?” Mungojerrie asked hopefully like he was unaware of the danger.
“Pigeons aren’t for bandana thieves,” Tugger teased. “I wondered where that got to.”
“Stop staring so openly, love,” Cassandra murmured into Alonzo’s ear.
Mungojerrie joined Tugger and Mistoffelees by the oven as though he belonged there, taking the pigeon and dividing it. While he was occupied, Tugger ran his paws up Mungojerrie’s back. The calico shuddered and leaned back into the larger cat. Tugger untied the knot and took his bandana back.
“Aw, c’mon, Tug,” Mungojerrie pouted.
“It looks terrible with your coat.”
“He’s not wrong.”
Mungojerrie pouted more exaggeratedly.
Tugger heaved a sigh. “Fine, take off your collar.”
Alonzo and Cassandra shared a wide-eyed look. Then even she was staring. Mungojerrie beamed so hard as he took off his collar that Alonzo was surprised he wasn’t blinding the whole junkyard. Tugger slipped his collar around Mungojerrie’s neck.
“Just so we’re clear, I expect this back.”
“And what do I get in this exchange?” Mistoffelees asked.
Alonzo felt his brain stop working. “Misto, too?”
Cassandra raised an eyebrow at him. “Out of all this, surely you’re not surprised by that?”
“Here!” Mungojerrie shoved his collar at Mistoffelees.
“... okay, fair,” Alonzo muttered.
Mistoffelees accepted Mungojerrie’s collar. He turned his back to Tugger, who obligingly helped to fasten it around his neck. Mungojerrie looked at Tugger, considering. He made a face and ran his fingers through the newly bare fur. Despite everything, Alonzo was distantly amazed that Mungojerrie still had fingers.
“It’s like something’s missing,” Mungojerrie said at length.
Mistoffelees tugged at his bow tie with sparkling fingers. It slid from his neck and expanded, and wrapped itself around Tugger’s neck. Tugger sat up and shook out his mane to settle it.
“How’s it look?”
“It’ll look better when we take it off,” Mistoffelees said.
Alonzo choked and pushed his face into Cassandra’s shoulder. “Things I never needed to hear.”
Cassandra laughed. “You’ll live, you big baby.”
do i even need to say it at this point lmao-
starting to suspect smoking is the reason for my heightened anxiety and nausea issues
[COMIN' UP, A MEMPHIS LANDMARK... OH! WHERE THEY'RE DOIN' CLASSIC SOUTHERN COOKIN'... ALL SOUTHERN FOOD, AND IT IS EXCELLENT.]
Likes and rbs appreciated ♡
is… is anyone gonna tell the guide that nandor isn’t actually dead but colin is
Somebody stop me right now cuz look what I stumbled upon 😳🤭
I hate those types of mfs who make fun of people with Samsung's and androids like,, I'm sorry my mum is working class and my father doesn't pay child support 😰😰
Last Life Session 6 Bingo Card
Grandma telling me to pray a Catholic man into my life vs me being a Catholic apostate who is also trans and gay
me having a dog: 😁
me realising my dog is old and having more health problems and there will be a time where im having a bad day and he wont be there at home waiting for me: 🥲🔫