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‘ HEY... DAD ? ’ gentle tone accompanies the small shake of his father’s shoulder , boy hunched over the couch with a mug of hot chocolate in his hand. ‘ wake up. you’ll be complaining to mum ‘bout your back hurting again if you keep sleeping on the couch. come on , up ! ’ /// @wolfkept
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→ @wolfkept ― ♡‘d
❝ Huh, why does that not surprise me? ❞
instead of what we have now for safe mode, it should be real safe mode. It just blocks all the posts with aph england in them
HAHAHAH @STAFF PLEASE
@wolfkept / continued from here.
fierceness festers in the foulest way. stress and anger turn him into a clock that ticks loudly in everybody’s ears , as if waiting for someone to take out its batteries and forget it. despite his attitude , edward never wants to be ignored or forgotten , especially by his parents. only if his mind would be clearer would he understand that he is given time to breathe and sort out his thoughts. but the silence is mistaken for ignorance , the time is taken for anger. his heart beats loudly from where he’s sitting , the book that he took from his father’s collection long forgotten next to him , as eyes beg for the man to turn and look. the silence kills him. his bottled up emotions turned into words when he spoke. once out of his mouth , edward felt like his soul no longer felt crushed , the lump in his throat was gone and eyes no longer hurt.
he had thought that the source of silence was remus’ own indignation , like the one that he had to face when he did something wrong and he had to face his own mistakes in front of his father. the silence was nothing but respect , it was only edward’s own acrimony that twisted it. head hangs low in shame. he feels like a child again. there is no scolding , no gazes thrown over at him that say you need to realize your mistakes , but there is the guilt that he used to feel as a child when he said the wrong things. ‘ oh, ’ he croaks , ‘ i didn’t realize. i thought you were ignoring me because... i don’t know why. ’ he pauses and fidgets , eyes looking at the floor. ‘ i thought you were angry because i was angry. ’
Why the fuck does Arthur look like Wallace from Wallace and gromit the bitch looks like a chewed up rubber duck
at least wallace has his charming slow-witted personality, england has literally has no redeeming qualities whatsoever
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okay. so first of all, England is about as beautiful as a dirty sock drenched in cat piss. His hair is the color of that cat piss. but in reality, his hair is the color of those Trefoil girl scout cookies. That one box you were trying to save for a little longer but then forgot about it and left it in the pantry for months and when you take it out it's super gross and crumbly. That's the color of England's hair.
TREFOILS ALJSDJJDJDS being a girl scout myself i find this ask absolutely hilarious
also the only moderately cool privateers are the ones from Turn: Washington's Spies
that is true, though i've only seen like one episode of the show i can vouch that england is NOT as cool of a privateer as the ones from turn
@wolfkept ☼ ❛ 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ❜ ☼
IT MUST TRULY BE GETTING DREARY IN HERE if he’s piqued her carefully withdrawn interest. the water tribe boy. a non bender, with the sword, a boomerang, and a plan. tongue clicks against her teeth, visage artfully drawn in. ❛ did you get lost, in here ? or are you here to play with fire ? ❜ as if she could flick her tongue and sparks would fly. as if she weren’t blocked, in here. she’s . . . understanding. beginning to.
