#nexus-being

whenever he gets to get OUT of his headquaters, you can bet he’s going to turn off his tracker and take his sweet ass time getting home. even though he was beaten a bit bloodier than he’d like, he was enjoying the long walk back home. the city is eerily relaxing at this time of night. devil’s hour--three am, and not a soul in sight. yet hellboy being hellboy, managed to find a box of abandoned kittens, their mewls echoing along the streets. he’s busy scratching behind their ears, giving their paws gentle squeezes before he realized someone else was out at this hour. 

mentally, he starts down the countdown when he expects a shriek---gripping the wooden box of felines a bit tighter.

                      three... two---

 funny comment about debate!

did you see the camera guy zoom in on hillary’s face lmao we got clowns runnin this thing

where's my money, HONEY

AAAAAAND NOW IM CRYING. thank you so so so much cami <3 i really struggle writing her sometimes because i’m truly uncertain of how it will be perceived and whether im doing her justice. thank you for this.

LIGHT FINGERS PLAY AN IMAGINARY PIANO      on the expanse of bare skin she offers, each note complimentary to the dinner they dine upon. when sebastian initially coaxed her up into the highest floors of the GRAND MAJESTIC PLAZA, he promised great food through room service ( a traditional czech cheese plate, salmon fillets                             anything she wanted from the menu ). and here they are, sprawled in bed, hidden within a relatively dark deluxe suite            save for the television that blares across the room. he’s sipping a czech white wine while he watches whatever show they’ve got on, but MOST of the curator’s attention draws to the woman at his side. 

WHY

WOULD YOU DO THIS