we’re being faced with a serious issue.
there is only 1 sarcasm left
now we’ve got to use it wisely. please, for the love of god, think before you speak. it’s gotta be good.
yeah, okay, i’ll be sure to do that
*quietly mumbles* some feminists aren’t asswads
*stares at ground* I don’t think cis people are horrible
*covers head with arms* men aren’t horrible either
*hugs a puppy* white people aren’t horrible either
*hides under a blanket* groups aren’t asswads, individuals are asswads
*curls into fetal position* i just want everyone to love each other
When the haze of anger has cleared and Arthur is left alone with his thoughts (emphasis on alone), inevitably the regret sets in.
Then he has to wonder where Alfred has gone to, after hissing “fuck you” and slamming the door behind him. Alfred always leaves when they both lose the ability to reason and resort to yelling insults at each other.
Following a period of sulking, one will text the other, whether it’s Alfred asking if he can come home, or Arthur telling Alfred to do so.
This particular time, Arthur sighs as he pulls out his phone and sends Alfred a quick message telling him to come back.
"Fuck off" is the quick, curt reply.
Arthur rolls his eyes, but expects a doleful Alfred will soon appear and they’ll have a talk following a short period of awkward apologies. When it starts to storm, he’s even more certain that Alfred will be quick to rush home.
Instead, some time passes with no sign of Alfred. When he tries to send another message, he receives no reply.
At first he reasons that Alfred might just be driving home, so he can’t check his phone, but time continues to tick by with no sign of him, and then worry overshadows the thought that Alfred will just be more angry with him.
He pulls on his coat and grabs the nearest umbrella and is out the door.
…only to find Alfred sitting on the porch, arms on his knees and getting soaking wet. Arthur blinks and lets out a long breath.
"Alfred, come inside."
“Darling.” The pet name makes Alfred visibly stiffen, prompting Arthur to continue. “Get over yourself and come inside. I’m not going to take care of you if you get sick.”
After a moment of silence, Alfred stands up and gives Arthur a hard look, which Arthur returns. It only lasts a moment, though, and then Arthur drops the umbrella as they fall into each other’s arms.
"I’m sorry, sweetheart."
"I’m sorry, too, precious."
I thought watermelon just had too much rind and that was wrong until I saw the next gif
Do people really cut the leaves of strawberries? Isn’t it easier just pull them off?
Let’s just break up the stream of Avengers with a bit of XMFC.
Ahhhh I miss you all.