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Monthly Archives: September 2012
I was very drunk.
Though no amount of alcohol excuses that god-awful hair.
A fuckin’ explanation would be a very good thing. I’m all for expressing yourself. I just wanna know why I wasn’t allowed pictures.
You guys are just jealous that we know how to have a good time and you don’t…
Speak for yourself.
Gurl, I am.
…..
Coulson?
Um.
The edge to his voice isn’t entirely annoyance when he replies. “How should I *gasp* know? You do what you like, call the shots, how’s that?” Grabbing at Loki’s shoulders, he precludes an answer by drawing the other into a fierce kiss.
With a growl, Loki breaks the kiss. “As you wish. I am not the most gentle of lovers, at times, and was simply giving you the benefit of deciding how you wanted it.”
”Oh dear gods of hell …” he breathes as soon as she takes him in. The sense of her words registers a moment later. “If you move I’m not actually sure I can take it.” Obedient all the same, he rakes one hand down her side, relishing the feel of her skin under his fingers, while the other goes back to work between her thighs.
Everyone’s complaining that they have to many promos about them and I’m just like
Hiddleston Hands
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS FROM?!?!
THESE ARE CUMBERBATCH HANDS.
Kris couldn’t resist the temptation to run a hand along Harry’s ankle, enjoying the feel of the leather against his skin. “What changes aren’t acceptable?” he coaxed.
Henry tensed along the touch, watching his hand cautiously. “I know not of what would be acceptable to my father. He is King of England; he knows wiser.” He said calmly, disregarding it from his mind, looking upward for a moment.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Kris murmured, wrapping his fingers around the inside of Harry’s ankle. “Forget him. You’re young and heedless, you do what you want. What do you want?”
“Oh, sure, let’s just … pass right out. What, do you want me to lose control?” Kris sighed and dragged his hands over his face. “My whole life is just strange right now,” he muttered under his breath.
“Hey, I had not meant it such.” He frowned, pulling his knees up so his arms rested on them. “Changes are indeed strange. Some not acceptable, others perhaps.” Hal murmured, now not sure of whom he was talking to now. Himself?
Kris couldn’t resist the temptation to run a hand along Harry’s ankle, enjoying the feel of the leather against his skin. “What changes aren’t acceptable?” he coaxed.
“Oh, gods,” Kris groaned. “You /asked/ me this, Harry, so no hitting. I like you. I mean, not just friendly ‘like to spend time with you’, more like sexual ‘like to undress you and make you unravel beneath my touch’. And now we’re just going to forget I said any of that, and mark it up to your never-to-be-sufficiently-damned ale.” He cracked one eye, watching Harry. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t get beaten up over this stupidity.
“No hitting.” The prince reassured, his hands pushed behind his back to put emphasis to keep his word. He raised his eyebrows, looking down for a moment to think, processing what was to be said to him. There were many barriers, if the prince had liked it or not, despite his rebellious and conceited natures. Classes, families, perhaps even years (be it from 1598 to wherever he was from), and all the rest. Though he talks to the thieves, exclaims in the taverns and talks of in the illegal houses, that was only so far out of his reach.
He looked down to Kris, wondering what he should do; he knew not of what to look like, sympathetic, sad or accepting..nor did he know what to say. The prince lent a small smile, “Though the person will pass for the morrow if he drinks the more damned ale..”
“Oh, sure, let’s just … pass right out. What, do you want me to lose control?” Kris sighed and dragged his hands over his face. “My whole life is just strange right now,” he muttered under his breath.
✗ and WANT from the answering in three thing. :D
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[draft] I need a spell for gender changing.
[draft] call me? important thing to tell you
[draft] do you understand what I mean by ‘love’? I’m poly …
[WANT]
- have a girly sleepover — sappy movies, painting nails, doing hair, swapping sex talk, snuggling kitties
- pour chocolate syrup or warm caramel or some other sweet thing on your belly and lick it off, then lick anywhere else you want
- be bound and blindfolded by you and made to beg
“To think?” Kris tried to shake his head and discovered that made the ground shift a little more than he liked. He settled for folding down to sit right up next to Harry, liking the warmth of the other man. “I’d come here to /not/ think, I think. Did that even make sense? Is this being drunk? Cause I’m not sure I like it. I mean, I like you, but I’m not sure about the whole rest of thisssshit.”
Kris flopped backwards, bouncing his head off the grass, and squeezed his eyes shut. “Please tell me I did not just say that.”
Hal was not so accustomed to being so close, he shifted slightly to give a bit of distance though he turned to him when he spoke. “Words you speak would make sense if a person was drunken.” He replied with a short smile. He paused, wondering what in fact..he meant by his words; perhaps it was the cups of ale that were talking to him. He laughed lightly, tilting his head. “You are a strange one, indeed. Though; most everybody is strange in their own slights. What do you mean by your words? Come, tell me.” He said gently, but straight forward—being a bit of a habit.
“What say you? Though..I am not sure on what you wanted, or perhaps did not want to say.” The prince replied again, looking outward.
“Oh, gods,” Kris groaned. “You /asked/ me this, Harry, so no hitting. I like you. I mean, not just friendly ‘like to spend time with you’, more like sexual ‘like to undress you and make you unravel beneath my touch’. And now we’re just going to forget I said any of that, and mark it up to your never-to-be-sufficiently-damned ale.” He cracked one eye, watching Harry. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t get beaten up over this stupidity.