"Don’t worry. I’ll be strong. Just wish me luck."
Film: Two Lovers (via hqlines)

 

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My RPing style is “I tried

mute—mouth replied to your post

KURLOZ YES. THE SALSA, THE MERENGUE, AND THE CHA CHA SLIDE.

MEW ARE GONNA LEARN THE CHA CHA SLIDE???
IF MEW DO THAT I WILL BE SO DONE WITH MEW I WILL HAVE NO CANS MEW WILL NEVFUR BE ABLE TO GET RID OF ME AND I WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO FAN GIRL OVFUR MEW AND DANCE WITH MEW

mute—mouth:

==> For the time being, you don’t even remember that a guest would be coming back. Meulin is your focus, and you rub her back and give her light scratches. You find your hold on her not only to comfort her but to gain some of it for yourself. Always so selfish, but you want the best for her. And if you were going to be in her life, you’d have to be among it. You’d be there for her always, you wouldn’t ever let her handle something alone ever again.
+++ WE WILL BE ALL RIGHT. INDIVIDUALLY AND TOGETHER. TIS ALL FUCKIN’ RIGHT TO NOT BE NOW. +++

==>You feel a hum mix with purrs. Bless be back rubs. He’s such a comfort, that one unstable constant that somehow cemented himself into your life and without him you’d float away. You nuzzle his shoulder, hoping to give some comfort back and you’re this isn’t how non matesprits are supposed to act. His voice is fuzzy in your mind and you smile, knowing it to be truth. Maybe not today or tomorrow, or a whole sweep from now. But you’d be alright somehow.
MEW ARE RIGHT, I KNOW WE’LL MAKE IT. WRIGGLER STEPS.
==>You want to kiss him, but you’re supposed to so you let yourself relax in his hold. For a boney troll, he was still comfortable.

aphswede:

Someone needs to take the trash out. and by trash I mean me. Take me out. Date me. 

mute—mouth said: UNATTAINABLE? FUCK THAT WE WILL LEARN.

K URL OZ NO

roaring-shipper:

I’M SO GLAD WE CAN ALL AGR33 THAT BEING A STRIPPER WHO WEARS A ZILLION SWEATERS WOULD BE FUN

WISH LIST OF

  • KN33 SOCKS
  • THIGH HIGHS
  • MAID UNIFORMS
  • TEA SETS
  • AND AN UNATTAINABLE SALSA LESSON

mute—mouth:

==> You kiss your little squished fruit again and again with little honks to tickle her cheek because you’re a damn clown and laughter gets your black hole of a thumper all fluttery. Especially when something you’ve done could cause it. You can see her fight back another tear, and you tilt your head in questioning if she was sure. You like that she used the word now, or meow, because there was an honesty to it. She’s not okay in general, but she is right now. And that makes you wrap your arms around her and hold her again with a nod into her hair and another kiss.

==>There’s a difference in smiling. When you smile for Nepeta, for yourself, for anyone it always feels forced. It always hurts later. But when you smile for Kurloz it’s from some part of your heart that hasn’t fallen apart yet. You’re laughing at the kisses, purring happily from attention and wanting to kiss him into oblivion. You’d hurt him, and you wouldn’t deny that he’d hurt you in the past. Even so, there’s genuine care and love between the two of you and it makes things bearable. He holds you close and you return the favor, a tired but content kitten in the lap of your beloved, even if it were for just a moment.