Sad clown

FLUFF SPECIAL/A bit shipping inclined.

1-25

A mix of nsfw, crack, fluff, angst, etc.

1-50

Such a possibility had never crossed his mind.

He blinked

[What]

[She stared at the thing]

"Televisions were first made available in the late 1920's, you must live under a ro-"

Himmler paused and cleared his throat, upset that he had come off a bit rude.

Himmler blinked blankly

"Oi, you wouldn’t happen to be a big fan of music would you? Sounds like you know a thing or two about this." He held up his violin and bow.

No he was no fan, fans were loud with their whirring blades and constant chatter. Not to mention fans were only ever good to have when the weather was hot-Himmler was pretty sure he was good to have all time. Oh but the sound fans made....how could anyone say that could be anywhere near music.

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.

♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.

† for a kiss to say good bye forever.

✄ for hateful kiss — gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!

“You should see the other guy.”

“I fought them off singlehandedly, all fifteen of them!”

“Is that blood?”

“Do you have to walk around with tissues shoved up your nostrils?”

“Ouch. That is not a pretty face.”

“They must have knocked all the sense out of you.”

“How many brain cells are you down to now?”

“Is there anything you need?”

“I’m sore in places I didn’t even know existed.”

“How long was I out?”

“Why did you hit me?”

“I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”

“Look on the bright side. You’re alive, aren’t you?”

“Can you walk?”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“Is it as bad as it looks?”

“I think I see a light…”

“You should have told me sooner.”

“I had him on the ropes!”

“Sit still and let me look after you.”

The bee girl mused.

The tv mused as images and voice recordings flashed through his mind, documentaries on bees...bee care guides...a man on a bee farm talking bout his job...comercials even. 'make cookies with honey!' the old lady crowed standing over a bowl. Worthless information, really, but none the less it was tucked away in his ever busy mind. They sighed and kicked at the dirt on the ground

"s-see what I don't get is why not simply store something else? I'd get sick of honey..."

Slowed down version of Party Hardy that plays when you battle the final boss, the Hydra.