Damien perked up at the question, and a strangely peevish glint flickered in his eye. He smiled, and scooted in closer to the table with both hands cupping his mug of cold apple cider.
“You really wanna know, huh?”
He grinned wider and giggled, glancing around to make sure his brothers weren’t within earshot. He beckoned you to sit at the table with him, and he chuckled again.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to lie about why you want to know,” He tapped his temple twice and winked. “I can hear you, remember?
“Don’t worry, a lot of people think he’s attractive. And he knows it, too,” Damien added with a playfully annoyed tone. “His dreams, though… Right… James can control his dreams sometimes, so he can sometimes focus in on things he likes and wants. But wet dreams are fairly subjective, so… Hmm.”
Damien took a moment to look you over, observed your demeanor, and reflected on how you had asked him for the information you wanted. He took another sip of his cider.
“I think… you wouldn’t like his dirtiest dream. I mean, it weirds me out a little. Weirds out Mika too.” He spoke all this into his mug, the cup giving each word a little porcelain resonance. Another soft slurp. “I don’t judge him though. That wouldn’t be fair.
“Instead, I think you’d like this dream better. It was a while ago, but… well. He still thinks about it now and then.
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We’ll have to do dinner Thursday night instead.
*five shiny black lacquered boxes appear on the doorstep of the Anderson mansion. Each one has one of the boys' names engraved on the top. Inside are chocolate replicas of their dicks. Sam's is coated in green candy*
Okay which one of you fucks from the Discord chat last night sent this because if you think I’m gonna make my Boys eat their own dicks cast in chocolate you’re absolutely right down the hatch fuckbois.
“I want to see the world… But I cannot move”
Reblog the snowman to show him the world.
BABY LUKE GROWN UP AAAAAA THE ARTWORK IS AMAZING
(I believe by @ObAngye from twitter)
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things got a little heated in the gc today
The thing I'm most uncomfortable with this going forward is, like, "the Queen of England" is such a major phrase that I don't think I'll be able to let go.
And like this isn't just me -- large parts of modern culture, songs, phrases, etc. are based on the understanding that the monarch of England is Queen. (What are the Sex Pistols gonna say, now? "His fascist... raging?") And with a relatively minor (and rather negative experience, at that) interruption in the middle, this has been the case for the past almost 200 years. This isn't something we can just CHANGE. I get that she was old and going to die, and if the monarchy was going to continue at all obviously they'd need to find some successor. But everything from that past few centuries makes "King whatever" absolutely incompatible with it.
So, like, obviously that's not an acceptable situation. Which leaves a clear solution
Reblog the 500,000 dollar written check from Seto Kaiba and money will come your way.
yeah im “transitioning” *dissolves into tiny pieces as i click to the next slide*
the penis smp containment breach, september 6th 2021