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Irene: [tries to create a sense of calm by lighting incense, only to find out that the sticks were actually sparklers]

Irene: This is actually painfully on-brand for me.

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I hope you all are going into this year full of love and strength!

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BABYYYYYY JUST UNMUTE GOD

Yeah, when Silver approves, that’s pretty much a guarantee you’ve got something wrong. 😂

According to Know Your Meme, on August 18th, 2005, Erwin Beekveld brought forth this work into the world. HAPPY TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY, THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD.

Aww, this was sweet! You kept them hanging though, I guess they’ll have to wait until next time to get together. I really enjoyed this snippet, thanks!

Hiya, could you do having seen you dance I know you have no feet (I’ve not got that completely right but can’t remember the exact phrasing, I know I’d be terrible with the Language, I’d say one thing inaccurately and get engulfed in an avalanche, swiftly followed by a tsunami) for Irene and Kai, please?

If I had The Language I’d probably get punished for the amount of Fuck bombs that I drop.

“Having seen you dance, I know you have no feet.” Kai said to Irene, leaning over to mutter to her, their arms linked. “Or I would ask you for a dance.”

“When did you ever see me dance?”

“Russia.” Kai said as they continued to circulate the room. “You stood on Alberich’s toes.” Irene supressed her shudder of disgust.

“Has it passed your mind that I may have done that on purpose?” She asked. “Why wouldn’t I stand on his feet when given the opportunity. Petty victories, Kai. Petty victories.” She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. “I will have you know that I am a wonderful dancer, however, you shall never find that out.”

“Please, may I have your hand for the next dance?” Irene slipped her arm out of his and took a few steps toward the bar.

“Sorry, I don’t have any feet. And I need a drink if I have to be here for much longer.” She replied before hedging her way through the groups of people, leaving Kai chuckling and shaking his head.

He caught up with her as she caught the attention of a bartender. “Whiskey, neat, please.” She asked.

“I’ll have the same.” Kai said with a nod, perching on the stool next to her. “So, this contact of yours.” Irene touched her earlobe, toying with the small scar that had been a lobe piercing.

“Our friend hasn’t arrived yet.” She shrugged and paid for their drinks. He gently bumped the rim of his glass against hers before they both took a sip. It was smooth and made their mouths burn a little bit. Irene left a faint lipstick smudge on our glass. “We shouldn’t be waiting too much longer.”

“I told you not to wear high heels.” He muttered, more to the whiskey than to her, then in brighter tones. “Well, good whiskey, women and the music isn’t half bad, I don’t mind the wait around.”

“Where are these women?” Irene said with a frown as she surveyed the room. “I haven’t been on a date for years and would not complain.” Kai looked at her before sighing.

“I was talking about you.” He said softly. “I know you are going to say no, that we shouldn’t, not that we can’t mind you. I know that it isn’t against the rules. I have checked, before you try to suggest that.”

“Kai, I don’t want to keep having this conversation, it’s tiring. It isn’t against any official rules, but it is against mine. You are my friend, let that be enough, please. For both of our sakes.” She sighed and listened to the ice in her glass. “Go and find one of the other women who’ll be happy to go- no, go home with them, not back to our house please, someone who’ll say yes, so that you don’t keep wasting your time on one hundred and one no’s.”

Kai sadly smiled. “I’d rather be rejected one hundred and one times, than get a yes from someone that I could never care for.” He got up though. “I’m going to get some fresh air, I won’t be long. Don’t move, especially if your contact makes… contact.” He cringed a little.

“Alright, stay safe.” He took his drink.

“You too.”

Oh my god they’re so cute! Yeah, it must be difficult to get the word out especially since the craft fairs and everything aren’t operating. I wish you luck.

Oh look, back at it again with giving an OC my own issues because therapy is expensive 

I’m really enjoying learning about your ocs, they’re super cool! That last line is so great, I love it!

Evangeline’s London

The street was slick from the rain that had awoken her in the early hours of the morning. Filthy puddles collected at the edge of the road, the surface streaked rainbow from the oil dripping off the cabs as they splashed through them.

The smog swirled around her as she walked along, it never really faded, except for maybe in the summer, when the sun managed to break through the clouds and warm the city. But in the dead of winter, most days were dark, and they stayed dark all throughout the day, even at noon when the sun should have been shining through.

She brushed past people, the people were as gloomy as the city was, all dressed in heavy coats of dark colours, all greys and browns and blacks. Her dark green coat was the only colour as she cut through them. Other than the whispers between people and the squeaking wheels of the cabs, there was no sound on the streets. There wasn’t open conversation, people did not talk to each other as they walked, they murmured apologies if they bumped into people, and then continued on, heads down.

Most of the people wore something to cover their mouths, no one wanted to breathe in the foul-smelling smog, it made people cough and wheeze. Evangeline had wound her scarf around her face, over her mouth and nose, and she wasn’t the only one to do that, a lot of the other people did it too. When it got too hot for her to wear a scarf then she’d wear a veil, the scarf did a better job of filtering out the smell and taste of the air, but it was uncomfortable.

It wasn’t a short walk to work, nearly an hour, weaving through the people and hurrying across the busy roads, everyone always seemed to have a place to be, somewhere that they were going to, and not all of them had regard for others, and Evangeline found herself jostled, she was stronger than she looked though and she didn’t stumble as she simply carried on walking, knocking them out of her way.

She didn’t like the trains, didn’t like the heaving crowds that poured in and out of the underground stations. And besides, she didn’t mind walking to work, she could stop off for breakfast and coffee at the small café not too far from the office, ducking in for a quick cup of black coffee and whatever pastries that they had available for the day.

London didn’t stop. It didn’t ever stop. There was always something being done, and there was always a job to do. There were always crimes for her to investigate and solve, criminals to chase down and to stop. London was a city that was full of life, teeming with it. It was like there was a wheel, turning, pushing London on and on, no matter what horrific story was splashed on the front page of the newspaper: ‘Man murdered in Covent Garden, police searching for masked man’, according to the man selling them on the corner of the street at least.

It was a dark and dreary city, all greys and browns and blacks, and it was so alive.

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Nico being happy is just so wonderful! It’s like my baby you are alright now go spread your wings and be gay somewhere.

Solangelo is good for the soul,, happy pride month i love all yall fellow lgbters