I love Rio dearly and so I always go on their blog when they come up on my dash so I can keep up to date and see how they are doing
but listen……sometimes love hurts…sometimes it hurts real bad
I love Rio dearly and so I always go on their blog when they come up on my dash so I can keep up to date and see how they are doing
but listen……sometimes love hurts…sometimes it hurts real bad
girls have to deal with so much shit beauty tips be like take all this gross stuff like mayonnaise and an entire egg and rub it in your hair and Then you will be Beautiful
Hybrid wolfdog is very protective of the new kitten.
omg
“nope, nope that’s too far. time to come back now”
cute but that’s not a hybrid wolfdog that’s a fucking huskie
Rating: T for Too Cool
Summary: Mink doesn’t mean to take the scrap of a kid he finds in the back alley of a club under his wing, but when he finds the kid is in more trouble than he realizes, it’s hard not to.
Notes: My Secret Santa gift to Niji. We predicted this. We literally knew this would happen long before it did. Thank you to Bloops for beta’ing because really, I couldn’t have Niji beta it now could I?
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Mink only noticed the kid because he was trying so hard not to be noticed. At first there was nothing but darkness at the end of the alleyway he’d stepped into. Then, darkness still, but a noise from within it. The rustling of clothes, barely audible above the muted thump of music coming from the club he’d left. Mink hesitated where he stood, eyes trained on the blackened end of the alleyway as he deftly lit his pipe.
Two drags in, the thing at the end of the alley moved again. With his eyes adjusting to the low light, Mink could make out the barest outline of a figure hunched down, knees to chest, arms looped over them to pull them close. Smaller, fainter, hardly there at all. An uneasy electricity prickled beneath Mink’s skin, and he took a step forward as the hair on his forearms stood on end.
the world is amazing and i am so glad this happened LOL
this happened immediately after I posted all those pictures of my face
my uncle: con el vino?
my mom: no con el que fue.