((Ahhh i’m gonna log off because i want to finish reading this fic))
Source: tigerinthefire
@Rish
Arthur sighed, relieved. “Ah, yes. That’s perfectly fine, Pete, and I’ll be sure not to reprimand.”
He stuck his hand out. “Shall we go and get the gramophone now?”
The boy nodded his head, reaching out to take the hand, squeezing it lightly. “Y—yes,” he said, careful not to add “sir” at the end out of habit. He had to make Arthur happy, after all, and this was the only way he could think of doing it.
“The—the gramophone. It sounds good. I’d very much like to see it again…”
Arthur squeezed the boy’s small hand in return, hoping it felt reassuring. Peter didn’t seem too sure. “I’d rather missed it too. It’s lost a bit of its shine, but I should think it works just as well as it did.”
“Of course it works, s—Arthur,” Peter replied knowingly, shifting uncomfortably against the other’s hand. He didn’t dare pull back, though. “After all, I used to use it all the time and it never broke on me.”
“I suppose you have a point! If anything is the problem, it’ll be the records have warped, though they’re packed so tight it should be all right.” With his free hand, he scratched his ear nervously.
Source: bloodycrumpets
/sips from his glass/
/narrows eyes/
/fairly certain it’s irresponsible to allow this to happen/
/casually snatches glass away/
Angus, don’t you think you should…stop?
Stop?
I don’ know th’ meanin’ o’ the word!
/Takes a swig
/from his uh
/forth bottle of fine malt whisky
/this is a special occassion.
If you put on a dress and start crying I’m taking a picture.
Well I might slip into somethin’ a wee bit more comfortable but—
why’d I be cryin’?
Because some wanker takes the piss when you just want to be pretty.
Source: bloodycrumpets
Angus, don’t you think you should…stop?
Are yae tryin’ tae star’ a fight, Sasana?
Le’ ‘im drink tae ‘is ‘eart’s content.
E’s goin’ tae need ‘t wit all these ballads.
I’m just concerned. Like a good brother. Concerned.
Source: bloodycrumpets
Angus, don’t you think you should…stop?
Stop?
I don’ know th’ meanin’ o’ the word!
/Takes a swig
/from his uh
/forth bottle of fine malt whisky
/this is a special occassion.
If you put on a dress and start crying I’m taking a picture.
Source: bloodycrumpets
Angus, don’t you think you should…stop?
omg, did you hurt yourself.
((Well no but ah…
let’s say something that should have gone on for four days has now been going strong for…two weeks exactly.))
I refuse to watch Eurovision tonight, after what happened last time.
