I wipe away the mansion's dirt!

"The housemaid shall purge the filth from this manor!"
Independent RP blog for Mey Rin from Kuroshitsuji. The artwork is not mine, but most of the icons are edited by me. I will RP with anyone, Kuro or non-Kuro, OC or canon. Don't be afraid to shoot me a message!
*semi-hiatus*

monimori:

A reminder from Isabelle!

First Heartbreak ~for @bardalicious

"Is it bad that I find those two… intimidating…?"

She chuckled, setting another clean plate on the dish rack. He grabbed it and dried it with the towel in his hand. 

They stared out the window at the two children on the swing, though truthfully, neither of them were children anymore. The girl had turned sixteen this past summer, and the ‘boy’… well he was more of a young adult now.

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I want to legally change my last name to Entreri so i can change my cat’s (or future baby’s) name to Artemis, and then my baby’s legal name would be Artemis Entreri.

http://50shadesofgrell.tumblr.com/post/98391319240/can-we-just-talk-about-how-everyone-thinks-grell

http://50shadesofgrell.tumblr.com/post/98391319240/can-we-just-talk-about-how-everyone-thinks-grell

50shadesofgrell:

Can we just talk about how everyone thinks Grell is this generally useless psycho who is terrible at her job and obsessively in love with Sebastian and yet:

  1. Not once (in the manga, at least) does she show up anywhere just because Sebastian is there. She doesn’t even wait around to see him when…

misspookamonga:

spectromagiic:

partofdisneysworld:

unf-hans:

msdisneyprincess:

one-of-the-sadly-fallenis:

princess-0f-disney:

fjordlorde:

randomguy2015:

sociopathintheimpala:

deducingtimeangel:

emilyissherlocked:

iou-one-jolly-time-vortex:

captainamerica-in-middle-earth:

If you listen to the end of tangled…. Rapunzel and Eugene didnt get married until several years later 

same with Aladdin and jasmine!

And Belle was trapped in that castle for months with Beast; I’m pretty sure at least a year.

Also Tiana and her prince were together as frogs for an indeterminate length of time before they married. 

Tumblr gets schooled by the Disney fandom

Also let’s not forget Aurora was betrothed (which uhh, was a thing and some places still is).

Cinderella had to be locked in her home away from her prince whilst she knew he was looking for her. 

I love how no one is trying to defend Ariel and Snow.

When Ariel was permanently turned back into a human by her father, we don’t know how much time passed between that day and their wedding.

Snow was under the sleeping curse for at least half a year. Remember the lovely commentary animated films used to do? At the end of the film, it states, “The Prince, who had searched far and wide, heard of the maiden who slept in the glass coffin.” Additionally, it shows changes in season.
And finally we don’t even see a marriage between The Prince and Snow.

I love this fandom

🙌👏

So really, Anna is the only princess who tries to marry a prince right away

I am so proud of everyone who commented on this

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Also excuse me but Anita and Roger presumably spent some time getting to know each other first before getting married. (Am I the only one sticking up for 101 dalmatians humans?)

http://bardalicious.tumblr.com/post/98078583013/thephantomhivemaid-for-all-her-concern-as

http://bardalicious.tumblr.com/post/98078583013/thephantomhivemaid-for-all-her-concern-as

thephantomhivemaid:

For all her concern, as soon as she saw her husband, Meyrin felt relief beyond imagination. He was alive and in one piece, that was all that really mattered, she had hopes that with therapy and his family he would begin to remember everything. “Th-This is your…

Meyrin knew it must be very painful for everyone present, but she couldn’t get herself to react as the kids, one by one, had begun to demand their father’s attention. She thought back to other times, other Welcome Home celebrations, and half expected Bard to somehow remember and begin to act like a father again. That he would hug the children, lift Tommy into his arms and over his shoulders and then she’d cook whatever he asked for.

That was not going to be the case.

And when she heard Bard’s request it all came crashing down. She should have kept the children away from him perhaps, or taken him straight up to their bedroom so he could sleep.

She swallowed hard, the knot in her throat making it difficult, but she nodded slowly.

"I’ll drive you," she said, her voice small as she grabbed her keys and purse from the countertop.

Melody’s face had fallen too, and she looked like she was trying her best not to cry, while Tony made a noise that sounded like a sigh. As Meyrin looked at her son, she noticed he too looked disappointed.

"I’m going to my room," he announced. "See ya later," he waved at Bard before going upstairs, grabbing Melody’s hand as he went. The girl followed, but not before pulling away from her brother quickly to give her father a quick hug.

"I’m glad you’re home daddy," she said, letting go of him and running upstairs.

Meyrin searched Bard’s expression for any sign of recognition.

"We’re all happy to see you home in one piece," she held back from running and stealing a kiss from him, blinking the thought away. "I understand if you need extra time to get used to this chaos," she forced a weak laugh, looking at his directly then. "I love you. And I know you don’t remember but you love me too. So, if what you need is to be away from here, I’ll be happy to take you to a hotel."

~AU @bardalicious

http://bardalicious.tumblr.com/post/97990982258/au-bardalicious

thephantomhivemaid:

She felt like her heart was going to pop out of her chest. Even as she sat there, unable to see because of the tears in her eyes, one moment she saw her world falling apart, and the next she took a deep breath, determined to keep it all together and see the positive side.

Fo all her concern, as soon as she saw her husband, Meyrin felt relief beyond imagination. He was alive and in one piece, that was all that really mattered, she had hopes that with therapy and his family he would begin to remember everything. “Th-This is your house—our house,” she replied. “I’m your wife. My name is Meyrin,” she choked up at the end, having to introduce herself to her husband. As she spoke she took slow steps toward him. “I’ve missed you so much…” She had to bite her lip to keep it together, “I’m so glad you’re home.” “Um.. our other children are upstairs—” “DADDY!!! DADDY!” She was interrupted. Three sets of footsteps followed, two of them quicker and louder than the third, which trailed behind, slowly but surely making his way downstairs. “Daddy do you remember me?” Mercedes asked, her reddish brown hair longer than when Bard had left. But of course he would not notice. “Mommy said he didn’t remember, stupid!” “Nathan, that was not necessary,” Meyrin reprimanded (Mercedes stuck out her tongue at her twin), making her way closer to Bard. She wanted to hug him, but was wary. Would all the chaos be too much for him now? “Daddy!” Came the third little set of footsteps, finally having set foot off the last step. The small, five year old blonde boy made his way excitedly toward his twin siblings, who stood in front of their dad as if waiting for him to react. He walked past them and straight for his father’s legs. “Daddy! I wite my name!” He announced proudly.

devilwithablackdresson:

i fucking hate tumblr so much seriously

you guys are always like “i want equality!” except gay people are better than straight people and women are better than men and poc are better than white people and trans people are better than cis people

if you claim you want equality, but put someone down because they’re privileged, that doesn’t make you an advocate for equality, it makes you an asshole

~AU @bardalicious

She felt like her heart was going to pop out of her chest. Even as she sat there, unable to see because of the tears in her eyes, one moment she saw her world falling apart, and the next she took a deep breath, determined to keep it all together and see the positive side.

"I’m so sorry Meyrin," she focused on Eric’s voice, and his gentle hand on her shoulder. She had not noticed when he hesitantly placed it there. The man had never really liked her much, but he had always been one of Bard’s best friends, and even he saw the situation for what it was, that Meyrin had needed some measure of comfort. 

When she finally found her voice, she managed to ask, “When is he arriving?”

"In a few hours."

She nodded slowly. “Thank you,” she blinked her tears away, and nodded. “He’ll be alright. We’ll take care of him. I’ll take care of him. He’ll be alright,” she nodded. 

Eric winced, but couldn’t say anything. 

"Thank you," she finally looked at him and forced a small smile. "What matters is that he’s alive. He’ll recuperate," she had to reassure herself. "Thank you," she said again.

"You’re welcome," he nodded and began to back away to leave the house. He took a few steps toward the door, but turned back before opening it. 

"If you guys need anything…" he trailed off. 

She nodded. He opened the door and left. She’d have to tell the kids. 

——

"Melody," the teacher called after she hung up the phone. "You’re needed at the principal’s office. Please take your things."

"Ooooh" came the classmates’ calls. The girl glanced around and looked at her friend, shrugging, before collecting her things and exiting the class to whispers of "You’re in trooouble," in the background. 

She wondered why she’d be needed there, but she didn’t truly start to worry until she opened the door and saw her older brother, Tony, waiting for her outside. 

Melody didn’t notice her binder slipping out of her hands, until Tony caught it.

 ”What’s going on?” Their dad was overseas, training the troops, and the kids’ biggest unspoken fear was one day getting a visit from someone in uniform… had that happened?

"Mom called the school. She’s over at the elementary school picking up the twins and Tommy."

"Tony no…" Melody shook her head, and looked like she was about to cry. 

"I don’t know, Mels. Mom hasn’t said anything. Let’s not jump to conclusions, ‘kay?" he had said it in his nice voice, which he never, ever used with his sister unless he wanted to comfort her. 

In this instance, it did nothing to comfort her.

The teens walked down halls and toward the principal’s office, feeling heavier with each step. They only waited a moment before their mother showed up, with 5 year old Tommy holding her hand and the 8 year old twins, Mercedes and Nate, chatting about a homework assignment behind her. Meyrin was wearing her sunglasses, indoors. Both Tony and Melody knew their mother only did that if she had been crying. And Both of them noticed she’d put makeup on, which she didn’t do often either. It was a quiet and long ride home, the older kids didn’t dare ask anything, and the younger were probably too tired. Tommy had fallen asleep. As they pulled up to their driveway, Tony and Melody felt a heaviness in their stomachs, afraid of what they were surely about to hear.  

It wasn’t until they entered the house that Meyrin asked them all to sit in the living room, after Tony took Tommy upstairs to his room he shared with Nate. “I have aome good news, and some bad news,” Meyrin started, her sunglasses now off. “The good news is that daddy’s coming home today,” she tried her best to smile and be positive for the kids. “What’s the bad news?” Tony asked. “The bad news is that he had a small accident. He was hit on the head, and he’s having trouble remembering… Daddy has something called amnesia. So we have to do our best to first help him get better, and then help him remember.”

denise-huxxtable:

huntingvoldemortinamobilelibrary:

if you don’t think this carries an important message about our society then you are what is wrong with human society today

And this is why when you see a post empowering and uplifting black women, do not invade it with “don’t you mean all women.” No, because this is not the reality of “all women.”

(Even though this is from a decades-old experiment, this is still true today. Think about that.)

The 12th gif in your folder is your muse’s reaction to being hit on in a bar

bardalicious:

ask-neko-undertaker:

thesnakeandthewolf:

Viper:

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Shadow:

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jokerkuroshitsuji666:

Kuroshitsuji: Book fo Circus special event in Oedo-Onsen-Monogatari  Tokyo/Japan

I wish I was there  u_u

The maid replied with a small, playful smirk, "Not at all."
thephantomhivemaid

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

"Good. I was afraid I had caused trouble for you Miss Mey. Is there still a room for me here? Or did I forfeit that after I left that morning?" Even with the slight emotional undertone in his question Drizzt’s grin only grew.

Meyrin understood that he’d had to leave sooner or later, and she’d built enough defenses throughout her life so as not to let that bother her. She was still glad to see him again, and most importantly, alive. She simply shook her head at his initial statement.

"That depends, Mr. Drizzt, are you asking for your old room or mine?"

The maids response left his face feeling so warm he had to look away for a moment before regaining his composure. “In all honesty…. Either would suffice.” He turned back to her once more and his smile this time was playful with maybe a hint of nostalgia.

She looked him up and down. Maybe he could see through the glasses, maybe not, but what she was glancing at was how tired he looked. Like he had traveled much. Her playful smirk did not waver. 

She shrugged noncommittally. “I s’pose we could always use more muscle around the mansion.”

The moment that passed as he waited for an answer reminded the former ranger just how sore he was from the constant days of traveling with only a half a days worth of rest in between. Her almost uncaring answer told him all he had wanted. “I can’t say that’s the most pleasant answer I’ve received from you but it pleases me quite a bit. When can I start?”

Her smile widened, though she could not explain why. Of course she would not turn him away, but the fact that he thought that was a possibility was a little entertaining to the young maid.

"Well, you’re no good if you’re all tired, are you? Perhaps you should rest for now. Come in, have dinner. Tell me all about why you had to leave that specific morning of all mornings, that sort of thing," she let him sit with that for a moment or so before she rushed up to the tired drow and embraced him —a friendly embrace.

"It’s good to you see you again Drizzt," she added, warmly this time.

The word “Dinner” evoked such a strong physical reaction that for a moment he thought he could have died happy. A nice conversation with the lovely maid was a bonus the drow was grateful for. Before anything witty could have exited his mouth though, Mey’s embrace caught him off guard, in the best way possible of course.

"It’s good to see you as well. I’ve missed your company." He returned her embrace and closed his eyes both because the memories that came flooding back and that he was dead tired. "Now before I faint I think I should get some food into me."

"Well come on then," she separated from the embrace and led him in. As they walked through the gardens she thought about whether anybody would have a problem with this. She was just the help after all. "I will talk to Tanaka about your return, see what kind of work he has for you," she added. 

As they walked inside, Meyrin decided to strike up the conversation again. “Tell me everything about your travels!” she requested excitedly.

As Drizzt followed the young maid he raised his arms high and yawned quietly, the lack of sleep finally kicking in as well. A nod was the only reply he offered towards the Tanaka comment. Despite never speaking a word to Drizzt, he had felt a silent connection with deadly old man. Before he could ask how the steward was, Mey asked her question first and it left the drow in contemplation. How could he even begin? His exploration of this foreign world left him with so many more questions than he had started off with. Finally Drizzt spoke, “Well I finally managed to ride one of those… Steamships? Took me across the Atlantic. Now that was an adventure in itself.”

Images of dancing with curious children and intrigued women brought a smile to him, his image had indeed brought him excitement. But also it brought looks of disgust, akin to those he had received back in his world but at the same time the look was so different. He had never encountered anything like it before. “America is quite vast you know, though I would stay in the north part if I were you….” The drow shuddered as not so pleasant memories found their way to him as well. “Have you been?” Drizzt asked, hoping to get the conversation away from him.

"I have never been there, though our former chef, Bard, spoke of it frequently," she replied, a hint of melancholy in her voice. Bard had been a dear friend, still was in her heart, but she had not seen him in quite some time.

As they entered the kitchen, the scent of beef, gravy, and potatoes filled the air. “Finny and I had dinner early, now he is outside with Pluto. Come, wash your hands and eat,” she smiled as she served him.

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I wipe away the mansion's dirt!

"The housemaid shall purge the filth from this manor!"
Independent RP blog for Mey Rin from Kuroshitsuji. The artwork is not mine, but most of the icons are edited by me. I will RP with anyone, Kuro or non-Kuro, OC or canon. Don't be afraid to shoot me a message!
*semi-hiatus*

monimori:

A reminder from Isabelle!

First Heartbreak ~for @bardalicious

"Is it bad that I find those two… intimidating…?"

She chuckled, setting another clean plate on the dish rack. He grabbed it and dried it with the towel in his hand. 

They stared out the window at the two children on the swing, though truthfully, neither of them were children anymore. The girl had turned sixteen this past summer, and the ‘boy’… well he was more of a young adult now.

Read More

I want to legally change my last name to Entreri so i can change my cat’s (or future baby’s) name to Artemis, and then my baby’s legal name would be Artemis Entreri.

http://50shadesofgrell.tumblr.com/post/98391319240/can-we-just-talk-about-how-everyone-thinks-grell

http://50shadesofgrell.tumblr.com/post/98391319240/can-we-just-talk-about-how-everyone-thinks-grell

50shadesofgrell:

Can we just talk about how everyone thinks Grell is this generally useless psycho who is terrible at her job and obsessively in love with Sebastian and yet:

  1. Not once (in the manga, at least) does she show up anywhere just because Sebastian is there. She doesn’t even wait around to see him when…

misspookamonga:

spectromagiic:

partofdisneysworld:

unf-hans:

msdisneyprincess:

one-of-the-sadly-fallenis:

princess-0f-disney:

fjordlorde:

randomguy2015:

sociopathintheimpala:

deducingtimeangel:

emilyissherlocked:

iou-one-jolly-time-vortex:

captainamerica-in-middle-earth:

If you listen to the end of tangled…. Rapunzel and Eugene didnt get married until several years later 

same with Aladdin and jasmine!

And Belle was trapped in that castle for months with Beast; I’m pretty sure at least a year.

Also Tiana and her prince were together as frogs for an indeterminate length of time before they married. 

Tumblr gets schooled by the Disney fandom

Also let’s not forget Aurora was betrothed (which uhh, was a thing and some places still is).

Cinderella had to be locked in her home away from her prince whilst she knew he was looking for her. 

I love how no one is trying to defend Ariel and Snow.

When Ariel was permanently turned back into a human by her father, we don’t know how much time passed between that day and their wedding.

Snow was under the sleeping curse for at least half a year. Remember the lovely commentary animated films used to do? At the end of the film, it states, “The Prince, who had searched far and wide, heard of the maiden who slept in the glass coffin.” Additionally, it shows changes in season.
And finally we don’t even see a marriage between The Prince and Snow.

I love this fandom

🙌👏

So really, Anna is the only princess who tries to marry a prince right away

I am so proud of everyone who commented on this

image

Also excuse me but Anita and Roger presumably spent some time getting to know each other first before getting married. (Am I the only one sticking up for 101 dalmatians humans?)

http://bardalicious.tumblr.com/post/98078583013/thephantomhivemaid-for-all-her-concern-as

http://bardalicious.tumblr.com/post/98078583013/thephantomhivemaid-for-all-her-concern-as

thephantomhivemaid:

For all her concern, as soon as she saw her husband, Meyrin felt relief beyond imagination. He was alive and in one piece, that was all that really mattered, she had hopes that with therapy and his family he would begin to remember everything. “Th-This is your…

Meyrin knew it must be very painful for everyone present, but she couldn’t get herself to react as the kids, one by one, had begun to demand their father’s attention. She thought back to other times, other Welcome Home celebrations, and half expected Bard to somehow remember and begin to act like a father again. That he would hug the children, lift Tommy into his arms and over his shoulders and then she’d cook whatever he asked for.

That was not going to be the case.

And when she heard Bard’s request it all came crashing down. She should have kept the children away from him perhaps, or taken him straight up to their bedroom so he could sleep.

She swallowed hard, the knot in her throat making it difficult, but she nodded slowly.

"I’ll drive you," she said, her voice small as she grabbed her keys and purse from the countertop.

Melody’s face had fallen too, and she looked like she was trying her best not to cry, while Tony made a noise that sounded like a sigh. As Meyrin looked at her son, she noticed he too looked disappointed.

"I’m going to my room," he announced. "See ya later," he waved at Bard before going upstairs, grabbing Melody’s hand as he went. The girl followed, but not before pulling away from her brother quickly to give her father a quick hug.

"I’m glad you’re home daddy," she said, letting go of him and running upstairs.

Meyrin searched Bard’s expression for any sign of recognition.

"We’re all happy to see you home in one piece," she held back from running and stealing a kiss from him, blinking the thought away. "I understand if you need extra time to get used to this chaos," she forced a weak laugh, looking at his directly then. "I love you. And I know you don’t remember but you love me too. So, if what you need is to be away from here, I’ll be happy to take you to a hotel."

~AU @bardalicious

http://bardalicious.tumblr.com/post/97990982258/au-bardalicious

thephantomhivemaid:

She felt like her heart was going to pop out of her chest. Even as she sat there, unable to see because of the tears in her eyes, one moment she saw her world falling apart, and the next she took a deep breath, determined to keep it all together and see the positive side.

Fo all her concern, as soon as she saw her husband, Meyrin felt relief beyond imagination. He was alive and in one piece, that was all that really mattered, she had hopes that with therapy and his family he would begin to remember everything. “Th-This is your house—our house,” she replied. “I’m your wife. My name is Meyrin,” she choked up at the end, having to introduce herself to her husband. As she spoke she took slow steps toward him. “I’ve missed you so much…” She had to bite her lip to keep it together, “I’m so glad you’re home.” “Um.. our other children are upstairs—” “DADDY!!! DADDY!” She was interrupted. Three sets of footsteps followed, two of them quicker and louder than the third, which trailed behind, slowly but surely making his way downstairs. “Daddy do you remember me?” Mercedes asked, her reddish brown hair longer than when Bard had left. But of course he would not notice. “Mommy said he didn’t remember, stupid!” “Nathan, that was not necessary,” Meyrin reprimanded (Mercedes stuck out her tongue at her twin), making her way closer to Bard. She wanted to hug him, but was wary. Would all the chaos be too much for him now? “Daddy!” Came the third little set of footsteps, finally having set foot off the last step. The small, five year old blonde boy made his way excitedly toward his twin siblings, who stood in front of their dad as if waiting for him to react. He walked past them and straight for his father’s legs. “Daddy! I wite my name!” He announced proudly.

devilwithablackdresson:

i fucking hate tumblr so much seriously

you guys are always like “i want equality!” except gay people are better than straight people and women are better than men and poc are better than white people and trans people are better than cis people

if you claim you want equality, but put someone down because they’re privileged, that doesn’t make you an advocate for equality, it makes you an asshole

~AU @bardalicious

She felt like her heart was going to pop out of her chest. Even as she sat there, unable to see because of the tears in her eyes, one moment she saw her world falling apart, and the next she took a deep breath, determined to keep it all together and see the positive side.

"I’m so sorry Meyrin," she focused on Eric’s voice, and his gentle hand on her shoulder. She had not noticed when he hesitantly placed it there. The man had never really liked her much, but he had always been one of Bard’s best friends, and even he saw the situation for what it was, that Meyrin had needed some measure of comfort. 

When she finally found her voice, she managed to ask, “When is he arriving?”

"In a few hours."

She nodded slowly. “Thank you,” she blinked her tears away, and nodded. “He’ll be alright. We’ll take care of him. I’ll take care of him. He’ll be alright,” she nodded. 

Eric winced, but couldn’t say anything. 

"Thank you," she finally looked at him and forced a small smile. "What matters is that he’s alive. He’ll recuperate," she had to reassure herself. "Thank you," she said again.

"You’re welcome," he nodded and began to back away to leave the house. He took a few steps toward the door, but turned back before opening it. 

"If you guys need anything…" he trailed off. 

She nodded. He opened the door and left. She’d have to tell the kids. 

——

"Melody," the teacher called after she hung up the phone. "You’re needed at the principal’s office. Please take your things."

"Ooooh" came the classmates’ calls. The girl glanced around and looked at her friend, shrugging, before collecting her things and exiting the class to whispers of "You’re in trooouble," in the background. 

She wondered why she’d be needed there, but she didn’t truly start to worry until she opened the door and saw her older brother, Tony, waiting for her outside. 

Melody didn’t notice her binder slipping out of her hands, until Tony caught it.

 ”What’s going on?” Their dad was overseas, training the troops, and the kids’ biggest unspoken fear was one day getting a visit from someone in uniform… had that happened?

"Mom called the school. She’s over at the elementary school picking up the twins and Tommy."

"Tony no…" Melody shook her head, and looked like she was about to cry. 

"I don’t know, Mels. Mom hasn’t said anything. Let’s not jump to conclusions, ‘kay?" he had said it in his nice voice, which he never, ever used with his sister unless he wanted to comfort her. 

In this instance, it did nothing to comfort her.

The teens walked down halls and toward the principal’s office, feeling heavier with each step. They only waited a moment before their mother showed up, with 5 year old Tommy holding her hand and the 8 year old twins, Mercedes and Nate, chatting about a homework assignment behind her. Meyrin was wearing her sunglasses, indoors. Both Tony and Melody knew their mother only did that if she had been crying. And Both of them noticed she’d put makeup on, which she didn’t do often either. It was a quiet and long ride home, the older kids didn’t dare ask anything, and the younger were probably too tired. Tommy had fallen asleep. As they pulled up to their driveway, Tony and Melody felt a heaviness in their stomachs, afraid of what they were surely about to hear.  

It wasn’t until they entered the house that Meyrin asked them all to sit in the living room, after Tony took Tommy upstairs to his room he shared with Nate. “I have aome good news, and some bad news,” Meyrin started, her sunglasses now off. “The good news is that daddy’s coming home today,” she tried her best to smile and be positive for the kids. “What’s the bad news?” Tony asked. “The bad news is that he had a small accident. He was hit on the head, and he’s having trouble remembering… Daddy has something called amnesia. So we have to do our best to first help him get better, and then help him remember.”

denise-huxxtable:

huntingvoldemortinamobilelibrary:

if you don’t think this carries an important message about our society then you are what is wrong with human society today

And this is why when you see a post empowering and uplifting black women, do not invade it with “don’t you mean all women.” No, because this is not the reality of “all women.”

(Even though this is from a decades-old experiment, this is still true today. Think about that.)

The 12th gif in your folder is your muse’s reaction to being hit on in a bar

bardalicious:

ask-neko-undertaker:

thesnakeandthewolf:

Viper:

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Shadow:

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jokerkuroshitsuji666:

Kuroshitsuji: Book fo Circus special event in Oedo-Onsen-Monogatari  Tokyo/Japan

I wish I was there  u_u

The maid replied with a small, playful smirk, "Not at all."
thephantomhivemaid

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

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thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

"Good. I was afraid I had caused trouble for you Miss Mey. Is there still a room for me here? Or did I forfeit that after I left that morning?" Even with the slight emotional undertone in his question Drizzt’s grin only grew.

Meyrin understood that he’d had to leave sooner or later, and she’d built enough defenses throughout her life so as not to let that bother her. She was still glad to see him again, and most importantly, alive. She simply shook her head at his initial statement.

"That depends, Mr. Drizzt, are you asking for your old room or mine?"

The maids response left his face feeling so warm he had to look away for a moment before regaining his composure. “In all honesty…. Either would suffice.” He turned back to her once more and his smile this time was playful with maybe a hint of nostalgia.

She looked him up and down. Maybe he could see through the glasses, maybe not, but what she was glancing at was how tired he looked. Like he had traveled much. Her playful smirk did not waver. 

She shrugged noncommittally. “I s’pose we could always use more muscle around the mansion.”

The moment that passed as he waited for an answer reminded the former ranger just how sore he was from the constant days of traveling with only a half a days worth of rest in between. Her almost uncaring answer told him all he had wanted. “I can’t say that’s the most pleasant answer I’ve received from you but it pleases me quite a bit. When can I start?”

Her smile widened, though she could not explain why. Of course she would not turn him away, but the fact that he thought that was a possibility was a little entertaining to the young maid.

"Well, you’re no good if you’re all tired, are you? Perhaps you should rest for now. Come in, have dinner. Tell me all about why you had to leave that specific morning of all mornings, that sort of thing," she let him sit with that for a moment or so before she rushed up to the tired drow and embraced him —a friendly embrace.

"It’s good to you see you again Drizzt," she added, warmly this time.

The word “Dinner” evoked such a strong physical reaction that for a moment he thought he could have died happy. A nice conversation with the lovely maid was a bonus the drow was grateful for. Before anything witty could have exited his mouth though, Mey’s embrace caught him off guard, in the best way possible of course.

"It’s good to see you as well. I’ve missed your company." He returned her embrace and closed his eyes both because the memories that came flooding back and that he was dead tired. "Now before I faint I think I should get some food into me."

"Well come on then," she separated from the embrace and led him in. As they walked through the gardens she thought about whether anybody would have a problem with this. She was just the help after all. "I will talk to Tanaka about your return, see what kind of work he has for you," she added. 

As they walked inside, Meyrin decided to strike up the conversation again. “Tell me everything about your travels!” she requested excitedly.

As Drizzt followed the young maid he raised his arms high and yawned quietly, the lack of sleep finally kicking in as well. A nod was the only reply he offered towards the Tanaka comment. Despite never speaking a word to Drizzt, he had felt a silent connection with deadly old man. Before he could ask how the steward was, Mey asked her question first and it left the drow in contemplation. How could he even begin? His exploration of this foreign world left him with so many more questions than he had started off with. Finally Drizzt spoke, “Well I finally managed to ride one of those… Steamships? Took me across the Atlantic. Now that was an adventure in itself.”

Images of dancing with curious children and intrigued women brought a smile to him, his image had indeed brought him excitement. But also it brought looks of disgust, akin to those he had received back in his world but at the same time the look was so different. He had never encountered anything like it before. “America is quite vast you know, though I would stay in the north part if I were you….” The drow shuddered as not so pleasant memories found their way to him as well. “Have you been?” Drizzt asked, hoping to get the conversation away from him.

"I have never been there, though our former chef, Bard, spoke of it frequently," she replied, a hint of melancholy in her voice. Bard had been a dear friend, still was in her heart, but she had not seen him in quite some time.

As they entered the kitchen, the scent of beef, gravy, and potatoes filled the air. “Finny and I had dinner early, now he is outside with Pluto. Come, wash your hands and eat,” she smiled as she served him.

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