Inspired By Boop Day, Reblog This Post If Its Ok For People To Send You Random Asks And Interact On Your

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

tonight just isn't her night, is it? she should've known better than to let her friends set her up on a blind date. they told her that she'd be fine, she just has to look past his rough edges. apparently his 'rough edges' equate to being simply incapable of taking 'no' for an answer! agatha didn't want more drinks, she didn't want to slip off to the bathroom with him, she really just wanted to go home.

what a waste of time this was. i would've had more fun curling up on the couch with some tea and a good book.

the faerie's gaze flickers up toward the man that made his way over, listening to him speak. she can't help but feel a little relieved. finally, it seems maybe someone has come to her rescue. while she doesn't like the idea of someone having to fight to keep the guy away from her, especially when this man could get injured in the process, he just won't listen to her and take her seriously! it was upsetting beyond words and all she can manage to the man that came over is a nod and a stuttered out 'please'.

   "he  botherin'  ye,  bonnie?" 

   soap  walks  up  to  the  bar,  a  half  empty  bottle  in  his  hands.  he's  got  the  rogueish  good  looks,  boyish  in  nature.  the  smile  on  his  face  is  warm  and  genuine  -  and  the  glare  leveled  at  the  harrassing  man  is  burning  hot. 

   "been  thinkin'  this  guy  needs  a  lesson.  seein'  him  feck  around  all  night.  jus'  say  the  word,  aye?  would  look  a  lot  better  if  i  threw  hands  fer  someone  else's  sake,  ye  ken?"  a  wink  passed  off.  someone's definitely  looking  for  some  trouble  -  he's  got  high  hopes  he'll  be  granted  that.

hello! i'm wes, returning (again) after (another) hiatus. this is an independent, very selective dual oc blog. carrd.

personals will be blocked.

something's come up, i don't think i'll be writing today

“Oi Aggie, we’re not buyin’ filet mignon for the cats. Wet food is enough for them.”

did she put said filet mignon into the cart to see if he'd notice? maybe. " aw, babe, i-it's j-just as a little treat for them! " agatha already buys the best food she can get them, so she knows they don't need things like the filet mignon, but still! don't they deserve a little (slightly expensive) treat every now and again?

STORM : for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. (from matteo, for aggie!)

it was nice, being able to hang out with father matteo during their free time. after grabbing coffee from the nearest cafe and a bite to eat from the bakery, she was accompanying him back to the church. " i-i really like doing this with you, f-father matteo. it— i-it's really nice. " agatha smiles up at him. in her opinion, any time she could spend with him was good time. she's... yeah, she's got it that bad for him. she's got it so bad today that she didn't notice the dark clouds gathering above them during their walk. there were no distant rumbles of thunder, there was no warning drizzle, it just began to pour like there was no tomorrow. only then did the thunder and lightning start and the two were running through the rain, getting back to the church.

they stand under the awning and she can't help but laugh, heading inside with father matteo when he gets the door open. " jeez, i-i'm completely s-s-soaked through! " how embarrassing. she can't even go out to her car since she left it parked on the street by the flower shop so she could walk here instead of drive. it'd been a nice enough day for that, until now. " oh, i-i'm s-so sorry. if i knew it w-was going to rain, i-i-i w-would've brought an umbrella. a-at least we could've shared it. " agatha giggles, her cheeks flushing in mild embarrassment. she looks up at father matteo, rainwater dripping from her hair and down her face.

" i, um, i-i d-don't suppose you have any t-towels here? and— a-and m-maybe something i could change into? "