"To face the master with a clean mansion, that is a maid's job. I wipe away the mansion's dirt. (RP blog for Maylene [Mey Rin] from Kuroshitsuji. I use the names Maylene/Mey Rin interchangeably.
#WHATS HAPPENING #FUCK WE’RE MOVING#JESUS MARY AND JOSHEPH WHY ARE WE MOVING #WHAT IS THIS SORCERY #I THINK I’M GONNA PUKE THE CATNIP
They do that when it gets so hot in the car that they start dehydrating.
Meyrin couldn’t hide the grin of anticipation, and of involving herself in yet more risky situations. But there was one small problem. “I don’t have anything else to wear, except my uniforms and what I was wearing when I was first recruited,” she explained a little crestfallen.
im laghing so hard at this
i love how reporters try so hard to understand tumblr
I would, if he came back for his fruit salad XD (muse is being ooc again)
This world was getting more interesting every day. First the drow discovered there were other Baenres living on the surface. Then he discovered there were even other Jarlaxles. Now this woman was telling him that she was married to one of them! He could see the attraction for she was quite lovely indeed and he found her shyness appealing. He could not stop himself from wondering whether he might discover firsthand what had made the other Jarlaxle want to marry this one, for surely he had many a woman that he had spent some measure of time with but never one that he had ever thought of settling down with. The thought itself brought knots to his stomach.
Jarlaxle lead the woman to sit down on a couch in a lavishly furnished living room. As she talked to him he magically pulled out two wine glasses and offerred her one of them. He took a sip of his glass and then he almost chocked when she said that she and the other Jarlaxle had a daughter. He realized that was not a smooth move at all but he had never imagined himself with children. “You must forgive me my dear and beautiful lady.”
The former sniper maid couldn’t hold a small giggle. “It’s alright, it comes as a shock to anybody who knew him, I imagine,” she nodded, “My husband is happier when he’s traveling. He wasn’t built to stay put in one place for too long, he wasn’t.”
She eyed her wine glass but didn’t drink from it. Recently, she had discovered that she was expecting, and did not want to harm the baby. She subconsciously moved her hand to her abdomen.
“Our daughter’s name is Kyiat. She’s a young woman now and likes to travel too, so I stay and protect our home, tend to the gardens, paint, or travel.” She looked around the fancy house, somewhat similar to how her husband had decorated (yes, he had decorated) their home.
Suddenly she became a bit nervous, and aware that if she was with a Jarlaxle, then…
“S-sorry… i-is this the Underdark?” she asked, almost in a whisper.
I think I hve proven I’m not too embarrased to post these XD
concernedresidentofbakerstreet:
white people
WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON WIHT HTE MILK ONE????
IS THAT PERSON SERIOUSLY ATTEMPTING TO CUT BREAD WITH A FUCKING DOORSTOP
Artemis Entreri wants the D(rizzt)
“AND THEN IS THE NEW R-RATED SONG OMG I CAN’T.
Okay (catches breath) so Grell showed up on the second floor right after this scene. Same lingerie, same rope, same running around yelling nonsense. The panting and ranting were just adorable. [Watching Seiko melt inside of herself. :p]
When…
Inside Lightsaber!!
OK, now normally, while I’m a Star Wars geek, I don’t tend to reblog a ton of SW stuff. This, though… this just had me drooling over all the craftsmanship. Brilliantly done.
It cuts. Not like in the movies. It’s contained in glass instead of plasma or magnetic containment. Neat first generation prototype. Fragile and requires everyone to wear special glasses to avoid blindness.
You know if I’m reblogging Star Wars, it’s got to be something really fucking cool.
Wow yes sign me up for a lot of these
Meyrin, tired and trying to catch her breath, could hardly stand, and she could hardly do anything but hold her mouth slightly open, taking a taste off his fingers. She leaned against the counter, her eyes roaming before fixating on the grapes. “I… That has never happened before. I-I mean, not h-here…” She wanted to say thank you, but feared it might not be the right thing to say.
It was a good thing all the fruits were peeled and sliced, because by that time Meyrin had nearly forgotten about the salad. She leaned on the counter and threw her head back, feeling disinhibited and allowing herself the pure freedom of feeling everything. It was only a few moments before she felt herself reaching a climax that was as of yet unknown to her. She threw her head back and rode it out.
