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leg so hot

hot hot leg

leg so hot u fry an eg

*touches ground*

Prompts for writing Eyes like that

☆ His irises looked like someone had pressed a handful of wildflowers into glass and called it a color. Green, but alive in a way that color usually isn't.

☆ Her eyes looked like someone had bottled the last light of a summer afternoon and let it go green. Not a color you could name. A feeling you could almost touch.

☆ Her eyes were the green of a secret kept so long it started growing roots. Something living in there that had no intention of leaving.

☆ His gaze looked like someone had folded an entire meadow into two small spaces and dared you to look directly at it.

☆ Her irises had the green of pressed botanicals in an old book, delicate and preserved, but still somehow asking to be somewhere wild.

☆ His irises looked like someone collected every shade of green that exists at dusk and couldn't decide, so they kept all of them.

Highlights include:

For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.

Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.

Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.

I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.

I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.

Sightseeing.