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There’s a guy in homegoods strutting around with a white fur bathmat around his shoulders and his like 14 yo daughter is following him begging him to stop because people are staring and she’s embarrassed and he just said
no
I’m lord stark
Okay his daughter heard me laugh and started begging him to stop and he turned to her and said really dramatically
no Celeste winter is coming
"Never hurts to make sure, dearie," Rumple replied with a wink.
He closed his eyes and sighed with content at her touch. “Your words hold great comfort to me, but I should not slow us down. Let us continue with our walk, shall we?”
Chuckling lightly, Andrea gently poked Rumple’s side. ”I’d never do anything to hurt you, Rumple,” she smiled at him and watched their son yawn lightly, resting his head on Rumple’s shoulder.
Belle shook her head and gave Edward a reassuring smile. ”You’re not slowing us down at all,” she said as they slowly continued the walk. ”I love talking to you.”
"I know," he nodded, "and I will see to that no one hurts you or Maxie." He smiled down at his son. "It’s been an eventful morning for us all."
Edwin smiled and took her hand into his. “You said you wished to hear of my journeys?”
”That it was. Maybe we should put him to sleep. Too much stress isn’t good for the baby after all. He should rest,” she whispered, not wanting to wake Max up.
Belle nodded and gave his hand a small, gentle squeeze. ”Oh yes! I always loved to hear stories. And I’m sure that your adventures were filled with excitement.”
Rumple nodded. "Yes. I'll put him in his crib and we can talk later." Glancing at the door, he added, "I'll move it closer to us. Too many perils reside outside to risk it."
The pirate chuckled. "I have seen quite a few things. The stories about mermaids being gentle, care free creatures?" He shook his head. "All made up. They are devilish sirens."
Slowly and calmly
remove your attention away from the neck
There’s an Adam’s apple
and it’s moving
Don’t look at it
Come down here and read this text instead
That’s it
Gooood
Follow my voice
Yes, down here, keep reading
Lower, lower
Keep scrolling down
Scroll your way out of this
You can do this
It’s going away
Everything is going to be alright
I’m still thinking about it.
Am I the only one who read this in Tom’s voice?
oh my…….
I have to re-blog this every few weeks, it’s the law.
"Prove it."
well shit…..
*gulp*
These commercials would be so much better if they left them in.
Lego POTC told me so
//Hey that game is fun as heck, I'm not judging.
Jim Hawkins old and new.
Andrea merely blankly stared at Mr. Gold for a while, her smile very slowly fading away. Then she gave a heartly chuckle. ”Ooookay…. I believe that after all the price will be a problem.” She then though about how to get that money in a very short time before it hit her. The smile returned. ”I’ll be right back.” She then also smiled at Edwin and left the store.
Andrea made her way to the bank that was nearby. Her father was famous after all, and had loads of money on his bank account. Andrea dpubted that he would notice 5,000 $ disappear suddenly. She got the money and soon walked into the shop again, making her way past Edwin and to the counter, placing the 5,000 $ in cash on the table. ”Here you go. 5,000 $, like you said.”
Gold raised a brow at Andrea, curious as to how she would be able to acquire such a sum of money. When she left, he looked at Edwin. "Your friend seems very keen on purchasing this sword." He assumed Andrea was backing out on the deal, but even the pawnbroker was surprised at the large wad of cash on the counter before him. He didn't question it, though, and started to count out the bills.
Edwin shrugged. "I'm just as confused as you are." When Andrea came back with the money, Edwin's eyes widened. "Holy crap, Andrea, did you rob a bank or something??"
Thatch looked shocked. “No, not like that! But you have a way of getting what you need, right??” Maybe he should have left earlier after all.
”Of course I have. A few sweet words and an irresistable puppy face with a pout always get me what I want.” Andrea chuckled lightly.
He waggled his finger jokingly. “Ohhh, you naughty little child. If your daddy only knew…”
Andrea snorted. ”He’s the one who taught me that in the first place. Yet he still falls for that.”
Edwin shrugged. “Old habits die hard, huh?”
”I guess they do. Not that I’m complaining though.” She smiled at him.”
"Such a naughty streak in that sweet side of yours."
”If you say so, it must be true, Edwin.” She chuckled lightly.
Edwin looked slightly befuddled by this statement. “If I say so?”
”Yes. Because I trust you with everything you say. If you say that it gives a naughty streak to my sweet side it must be true,” she explained.
"So a majority of town can’t trust me, and my best friend believes every damn word I say." Edwin shook his head. "Man, there’s some kind of irony going on there."
Andrea chuckled lightly. ”Well, I don’t really trust you with everything you say. Of course I do now, but if you would tell me there was a dragon in your back yard, I wouldn’t believe you. There is no irony.”
The imagery of her statement made him grin. "I'll keep that in mind."
GUYS.
PLEASE.
THIS IS URGENT.
MY BEST FRIEND’S FAMILY’S HOUSE BURNED TO THE GROUND TODAY. TWO WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
EVERYTHING THEY HAVE IS GONE.
THEY HAVE THREE CHILDREN, MOST UNDER THE AGE OF TEN.
MEET WINDY, BEN, ANNIE, AND MISTY.
(Ben is in the background of this photo.)
ALL OF THEM LOST EVERYTHING.
YOU MOTHERFUCKERS HELPED ME MEET MY BEST FRIEND, THIS IS WAY MORE URGENT.
PLEASE REBLOG EVEN IF YOU CAN’T DONATE.
"Never hurts to make sure, dearie," Rumple replied with a wink.
He closed his eyes and sighed with content at her touch. “Your words hold great comfort to me, but I should not slow us down. Let us continue with our walk, shall we?”
Chuckling lightly, Andrea gently poked Rumple’s side. ”I’d never do anything to hurt you, Rumple,” she smiled at him and watched their son yawn lightly, resting his head on Rumple’s shoulder.
Belle shook her head and gave Edward a reassuring smile. ”You’re not slowing us down at all,” she said as they slowly continued the walk. ”I love talking to you.”
"I know," he nodded, "and I will see to that no one hurts you or Maxie." He smiled down at his son. "It's been an eventful morning for us all."
Edwin smiled and took her hand into his. "You said you wished to hear of my journeys?"
Thatch looked shocked. “No, not like that! But you have a way of getting what you need, right??” Maybe he should have left earlier after all.
”Of course I have. A few sweet words and an irresistable puppy face with a pout always get me what I want.” Andrea chuckled lightly.
He waggled his finger jokingly. “Ohhh, you naughty little child. If your daddy only knew…”
Andrea snorted. ”He’s the one who taught me that in the first place. Yet he still falls for that.”
Edwin shrugged. “Old habits die hard, huh?”
”I guess they do. Not that I’m complaining though.” She smiled at him.”
"Such a naughty streak in that sweet side of yours."
”If you say so, it must be true, Edwin.” She chuckled lightly.
Edwin looked slightly befuddled by this statement. “If I say so?”
”Yes. Because I trust you with everything you say. If you say that it gives a naughty streak to my sweet side it must be true,” she explained.
"So a majority of town can't trust me, and my best friend believes every damn word I say." Edwin shook his head. "Man, there's some kind of irony going on there."
Expressions of Hector Barbossa 4/?
