Do you expect me to talk?
No, Ms. Bond. I expect you to die!
None. None more perfect.
Why do you think all men paint themselves when they go to fight? When I paint my eyes to match my soup, it is not because I have nothing better to do than worry over trifles. It says, I belong here, and you will not deny me. When I streak my lips red as foxgloves, I say, Come here, male. I am your mate, and you will not deny me. When I pinch my cheeks and dust them with mother-of-pearl, I say, Death, keep off, I am your enemy, and you will not deny me. I say these things, and the world listens, Masha. Because my magic is as strong as an arm. I am never denied.
the wolves will rise again
Sirin and Alkonost—The Birds of Joy and Sorrow (1896), Viktor Vasnetsov
Now. Get down. You can walk back. Give that horse a rest.
it is too late. soon you will be full homo. i’m sorry to have to tell you this. i will miss you, brother
*single tear* no homo
"as a straight male, i ppbppbpttt hhptpphhptpp hpbptpphptppthpbbphbh"
sometimes i remember that like white people dont eat rice that often like sometimes they have meals that are just meat and vegetables and its like??? wheres the rice??? what are you doing??? your plate isnt complete???