back on my usual shit. Tormenting the one I love. A lidl fanfic snippet beneath cut hehehe (a convo between Gilbert and Roderich on the topic of Germany)
[Somewhere in Continental Europe, 1870]
āYou canāt be serious about raising him on your own,ā Roderich spits acid, āYou have no experience or qualifications outside of war, let me do it.ā
āIf I can manage an army of men, I believe Iām capable of caring for one child.ā
āChildren are not trained men, Gilbert.ā
āYouāre the last person I want to be lectured by on this,ā Gilbert cuts in and adjusts his position in the chair. āI mean no offence, Roderich, but I rather have Feliciano beneath me than beside me.ā
Roderich makes a strangled sound and opens his mouth to retort that Feliciano is perfectly well-adjusted when Gilbert continues.
āDonāt get me wrong, I donāt doubt your efficiency in raising regular children. You could turn a stuttering fool into a credentialed politician and a tone-deaf cripple to the most renowned pianist. You and your country have a culture that mine does not. Your understanding of music is something I couldnāt even dream of achieving, but what you lack is the ability to admire a well-oiled machine. I want Ludwig to not only be a force to be reckoned with within the political spectrum, I also want him unbeatable on the field. I want people terrified at the mere mention heās comingā¦ And that is nothing you can provide.ā
Roderich nearly laughs at Gilbertās delusion. The nation before him couldnāt seriously believe that Ludwig, a wiry and mutilated little thing, a walking blasphemy against God and Mother Nature herself, covered in sutures and wrapped in bandages that needed to be changed daily, was going to become anything but what he was created of, dead tissue. He searches Gilbertās face for a trace of self-awareness and is horrified when he doesnāt find it.
āThatā Ludwig wonāt even survive that long,ā Roderich manages to get out, quiet, angry, and small. He canāt help how his voice shakes and rises. Heās furious, but canāt say why, perhaps because he feels bad for the little thing Gilbert has created, so frail yet already carrying the weight of Gilbertās expectations, heās angry because he knows better and he doesnāt know how to make Gilbert understand that. āHeās blind and mute; incapable of even feeding or relieving himself despite his age. You havenāt created a machine, you havenāt even created a person, youāve created a thing whose only purpose is to suffer a slow death.ā
Gilbertās mouth tightens and he drums an impatient finger against the chairās armrest, āYouāre underestimating him.ā
āIām realistic, one of us has to be. That thing is suffering every day,ā Roderich begs. āItās sadistic.ā
Gilbert hits the armrest with his fist and Roderich reels back.
āDonāt call him that! Heās not a thing, heās the future of Europe,ā Gilbert sneers at him, all composure finally lost, āYou sit here and speak as though he were to die any day now, yet you beg me to resign him to your care?ā āGilbert wrinkles his nose in disdainā āI can see why Feliciano turned out the way he did, you have no perseverance, no dignity or strength, giving Ludwig to you would be to cut his throat. Youāve never struggled in a way that matters, nothing worth having is easily attainable. Ludwig will be great.ā
Roderich trembles with withheld fury and he curls his lips to match Gilbertās crude sneer.
āFine,ā he spits, āIf that thing makes it at all.ā
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you groaned as your bladder tightened. you hated this, you always hated getting up from bed to go piss, cause why the fuck would you? why would you when the nice and comfortable bed was right here, alongside your nice and comfortable boyfriend, yunho.
also, it would be impossible to get out of his tight grip on your waist as of now. yunho nuzzled further into your neck every time you moved. oh well, maybe you'd just hold it in for the night.
spoiler: you couldn't.
more spoiler: you fucking pisses yourself in bed with jeong fucking yunho attached to you.
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Only Fans whores disgust me. Showing your ass to incels and smoking weed. Is this the peak of young girls' abilities? Embarrassing. And no, these are not sex workers, they are whores.
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Hi hi, for the true or false game - You prefer savory breakfasts over sweet breakfasts.
I was just discussing my breakfast habits given the recent extra neurospicy discoveries, and you're almost correct.
Except for the real answer is that I can only eat food in the morning if my brain classifies it as "breakfast food."
My fave is everything bagels with waaaayy too much cream cheese (an ungodly amount). But for the first meal of the day, I'll eat cereal, cheap freezer waffles, bacon, pastries, breakfast burritos, toast, fried eggs, etc.
But I will NOT eat anything that I don't think is "breakfasty" enough, to the point of not eating breakfast, because I'm a dumbass š¤¦š¼āāļø
The recent debate was that we were out of breakfast foods, and my partner (who is from Germany - which is only relevant because of his cultural habit of eating an entire days worth of food for breakfast š
) offered to make me a soft boiled egg since he was making one for himself.
me: that's not breakfast.
partner: you have that for breakfast all the time.
me: only when you make it with breakfast potatoes and pancakes.
partner: you can't eat an egg by itself?
me: if it's for breakfast, it has to be a fried egg with toast, or a soft boiled egg with potatoes and pancakes.
partner: that's dumb.
me: i know š
partner: *made me pancakes so i'd eat the stupid egg*
Lol, the answer is true, except that if there are no savory breakfasts available, I will eat sweet breakfasts, or nothing at all until the end of time š
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