upsilonkappa a demandé:
Did you know that when you say happiness with a French accent it sounds like "a penis" What’s the difference?
britishgentleman a réagi à votre billet : I hate you.
In your conversation with Feliciano, was it necessary for you to carry on about my brother like that?
In short: yes.
(And that reply is as abridged as were my comments regarding your brother. If you need a reminder of just how much I can and didn’t ”carry on,” I would be only too happy to provide the complete version to do him full justice!)
(No, really, I would be delighted, may I? I have illustrations, too.)
mountiesorgtfo a demandé:
What should I make though? I was going to make him dinner and have some drinks. Regardless of exactly which dish you serve, if the food is good, nothing can go wrong!
(Of course, the object of your affection does not have the most discerning palate, so the bar to pass is not set very high, is it~? My only truly pressing advice is to avoid — at least for tonight — catering to the cuisine of his culture, because there’s only one wurst for which you want his mouth to water, and he won’t be finding it on his plate!)
Ma réponse:
Pardonne-moi ? What did I do?!
— Everyone is being so aggressive to me today!!
mountiesorgtfo a demandé:
I can't believe I'm asking this, but I need your help with a uh, date. Ah bon ?
To be honest, I cannot help but think that you do not, in fact, need it at all! I am confident that my son has more than enough charm to tempt even the most austere of puritans. And with ease, because if there is any word with which you cannot be described, it is “artificial”!
Enjoy your time with him or her without bogging yourself down in the nettling, suffocating minutiae of plans. Surely you know that there is nothing less romantic than a tedious interview: you do not want to script the evening down to the dialogue, but rather allow it to blossom as naturally and as beautifully as a rose.
(Source : tegaki.pipa.jp)
(Source : tegaki.pipa.jp)
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
— M. Marcel Proust
Bonne fête à toutes les mamans du monde. ❤
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this-is-your-boss-speaking:
Well, when you put it that way, I guess you’re right. I’m all for it~! But you don’t need my agreement, really; you need Lovi’s. And, ah, the things he was saying to me earlier about this make me think that’s going to be sort of hard…
As one fights fire with fire, so might one approach a difficult problem with the same tactic. In the face of such a dreadfully hard task as this, I’m sure that, between you and Lovino, you can screw yourselves up enough, ah, hardness that the issue, this spat, if you will, will seem positively flaccid beside the two of you. United, you will stand so unwavering, so stiff and firm!, that you will appear to have been chiseled from marble and this little wrinkle in the plan will have been smoothed over completely.
(Source : prussia-)
britishgentleman:
bigbrotherfrance:
britishgentleman:
So then what do you keep me around for?
Occasionally you pay for dinner.
You’re such an arse.
As said Monsieur Brillat-Savarin, “Dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es”: tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are.