I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with daytime television. I created a monster. Or a middle-aged housewife.
Hey, hey, if anyone is going to be the housewife, that’s you. You’re the one that’s trophy-husband material.
Eh, yeah, that’s true enough, but it stops at being your arm candy. I’m not gonna pick up your dirty boxers in an apron and heels. *wrinkles his nose*
Well I didn’t say anything about an apron and heels.
…But a wonder woman costume would show off those legs.
-nude nudge-
24 June 2012 ♥ 6
About as natural as a spray tan.Ah! My…my ego, it’s wounded. I can’t go on like this, Ted, I just can’t.
Whatever shall we do with the great BOOSTER GOLD in an ego-bruised coma. Stay tuned for more As The World Turns: Around Booster’s Ass.
I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with daytime television. I created a monster. Or a middle-aged housewife.
Hey, hey, if anyone is going to be the housewife, that’s you. You’re the one that’s trophy-husband material.
24 June 2012 ♥ 6
About as natural as a spray tan.Ah! My…my ego, it’s wounded. I can’t go on like this, Ted, I just can’t.
Whatever shall we do with the great BOOSTER GOLD in an ego-bruised coma. Stay tuned for more As The World Turns: Around Booster’s Ass.
24 June 2012 ♥ 6
Anonymous said: Would you have any advice for how to apologize to a friend I royally pissed off?
What you should do, is designate a time and place to sit down and discuss what’s happened, lay everything out and explain that you know you were wrong and are truly, sincerely sorry for what you did and you hope the both of you can move past this.
Or you could do what Booster and I do and yell about it for a few days and then sit in prolonged silence until we forget why we were mad in the first place.
24 June 2012 ♥ 1
Mm. Whatever’s got Mr. Kord in a bundle can’t be anything I can’t handle. You’re looking at a first-class hero here, after all. *Sinks down into the cushions, a hand finding its way into Ted’s hair and combing through it*
If you’re first class, who the hell knows what I am. -Snorts, but it almost turns into something close to a purr at the hand in his hair.- Hmn…keep doin’ that and I think I might owe you one.
*He smirks just slightly, more a quirk of his lips, and leans down to kiss Ted’s forehead* Oh yeah? Owe me one what, bugboy?
One punch if you call me bugboy again. -He doesn’t mean that in the slightest, not when he reaches up with one hand to slide fingers along the back of Michael’s neck, easing him in for a soft kiss to his lips.-
21 June 2012 ♥ 8
It does not take a psychic to figure out what their intentions are.
The celery one kinda threw me for a loop there, though.
21 June 2012 ♥ 1