I needed this on my blog. The best response to anon hate I have ever read.
Ivan sighed a bit, since the skin where was burned had lost almost all it’s sensibility, lowing his head. “I don’t like them.. I really feel sad when I look at it and I don’t understand why people like it so much.. At least it helped when I was at the mafia. He turned his back, having a tiger tattooed on his shoulder. “Everyone had tattoos. Sometimes they matched.. This means that I was an assassin and a burglar..”
Cy rubbed his burns slowly, gradually moving up his torso until a hand moved up to his cheek, cupping it. “No one ever likes their scars, Ivan. I don’t. I simply tolerate them.” When he turned around, he looked at the tattoo, listening to what it meant before softly brushing his fingers over it. “Mein kätzchen wird erwachsen…(my kitten is grown up)” The older man wasn’t to fond of the fact that Ivan had grown like he had, in a mafia, but he wasn’t going to bring it up. Instead, he kissed the tattoo and wrapped his arms around Ivan from behind.
(Source: thegoodthebadthewicked)
I needed this on my blog. The best response to anon hate I have ever read.
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It’s times like this that make you really appreciate saving ammunition…
i was babysitting a little boy and girl once, and the boy asked me if i had a boyfriend. i said, “no, but i have a girlfriend!” he asked, “like a friend that’s a girl?” i answered, “no, like a boyfriend, but they’re a girl instead of a boy! we still do couple things, but we’re just both girls.” and he replied, without missing a beat, “oh, okay! are you gonna marry her?”
like, it’s literally that easy for kids to understand.
(Source: snowpetrel)
“Good..” Whispered, entering the shower with him and turned the water on. “I like water.. practically boiling.. But well, This is your house, choose whatever you feel like.” He touched his burns, shy.
Cyrus pulled his glasses off and set them on the bathroom sink, slowly slipping into the shower with Ivan and turning it up just about as hot as it would go. “I like them hot myself…” He said softly, reaching a hand out and gently running his fingers over the burns, ignoring his own scars. “… They’re beautiful, you know… A tragic way of getting them, yes, but they’re still beautiful.”