bread is so fucking good man I could prob eat an entire bakery in 25 minutes or less
((My teacher is talking about the relations between Hitler and prussian views and i don’t know if i laugh or cry))
Yeah, I was alright. Just my ego was hurt.
((Went to take my computer’s plug out of the socket, but it’s dark and it was hard to pull the cord from where i am on the bed so i had to grip lower and tl;dr I got a shock and now my hand won’t stop tingling))
((Okay, now sleep, seriously. Good night dears, please wish me good luck on my test tomorrow because I need at least an 8 to pass so I won’t have to do the final.))
- cup your hands around them protectively
- lift them from the ground
- gently kiss their fuzzy heads
- say “peep peep” calmingly so as not to be pecked
- peep peep
Haha, wow, I’d tell you to keep still too, cause I was trying to imagine you with a sense of humour, but I gave up on that a long time ago as you don’t have any.
*Gilbert put the weight back where it had been before picking the beer the other handed to him and drinking a bit.* Huh, not bad.
*He gave a look around again and hummed lowly as if considering something*
This is all very cool, but still doesn’t prove you are a super hero, and I believe you promised you’d make me see just how “super” you are. Are you going to show me what all that stuff’s for or do you have something else in mind? *He raised one eyebrow at Arthur, teasing him*
*he takes that as a compliment and feels himself grinning before he walks over to a rack on the far wall, covered in different types of bows*
*the teasing isn’t lost on him and he smirks* And demonstrate I will. Consider it foreplay. *he picks up a tennis ball container and tosses it to the Prussian, picking up one of the long bows and feeling it in his grip* *he hefts a quiver over his shoulder and nods at the far wall*
I want you to toss all of those tennis balls at the far wall as fast as you can.
*As he sips his beer, he eyes Arthur in curiosity, watching as he moved around the room and wondering what he was going to do, which soon turned very obvious once he saw him grabbing the bow and the ball container.* Oh, I’m all down for foreplay. *He commented as he grabbed the ball container with his free hand, before finishing his beer and setting the now empty bottle down on the floor for the time being.*
Ohhh, are we doing a speed challenge? Okay. *He stretched out and rotated his arms before opening the container and holding one of the balls in one of his hands and the other two on the other one. Then, without a warning, he threw all three balls at the same time (because there’s nothing faster than simultaneously, right?) but each hand aiming at opposite sides of the wall.*
*Crosses arms and glares at her* Fine, see if I ever try to do something nice for you again.
[ mimics his posture by crossing her arms and glaring back. ] You doing anything nice is out of character so yes, please do avoid that.
*Ok, that kind of stung, but he guessed he only had himself to blame for that image*
Fine, I’ll make a point of just being absolutely horrible to you from now on. Happy now?
((“I should really be going to sleep because I have a test tomorrow”, I say to myself as I open my activity page to do replies.))
*Just kind of covers his face and dives under the water in embarrassment because he knew it was her already, but having a confirmation was stil very nice and so so surreal*
I love these new "type these words into your tags box and post the first tag that automatically pops up" thingies, so fun. Let’s do another one:
*Stares really hard at the calendar*
I know I am forgetting something, but what?!
[ she just ]
[ holds up her cellphone and the date is marked in with appropriate tags ]
[ she’s half in shock half awed don’t expect too much of her ]
Hm? *he asks and takes a while still to look at her, because he is just so hard in thought he doesn’t want to lose his trail of reasoning, and when he does it takes him a second to understand what is it that she wanted to show and a bit more for him to read and actually comprehend what the tag said and then he just paled, a feeling of dread overtaking him because he had simply forgotten about it and he felt so bad right now and also a little panicked because had it really been one whole year already? Oh God, how did that even happen???*
((………………Why do teachers even go through the trouble of giving a grade like 9,9? Dude, it’s 0,1 point, just give me 10 already, it wouldn’t be that big of a hassle, jfc))
[ And I swear to you
ʇɥɐʇ those who would ｈａｒｍ you
will die s c r e a m i n g ]