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Michael sighs when he feels a cool hand on his shoulder, rubbing all the way up his neck and then back down to his bicep. It’s a simple touch but nothing with Lucifer ever stays simple. Lips brush against the shell of his ear, traveling down to the hinge of his jaw.
“You should take a break, Michael.” Lucifer reaches out and closes his boyfriend’s textbook before he can be stopped.
“Luc, I can’t. This is finals week.” Finals week during his senior year at an Ivy League law school. Breaks were only had in the form of breakdowns.
Lucifer chuckles like it means nothing and pulls him away from his desk, kneeling between his legs with the most devious smirk Michael has ever seen. “You’ll study better once I take care of you.”
Michael relaxes and allows the other man to slip his pants and boxers down, massaging the tense muscles of his thighs until his body catches up with his mind and shows interest. Lucifer kisses everywhere but where Michael wants him and even now he can’t stop looking at his textbook, knowing he really shouldn’t be stopping even for this.
“You’re a terrible influence, Lucifer.” Michael gasps, head falling back when the head of his cock is gently sucked.
Lucifer pulls back and laughs. “That’s why you love me.”
Michael smiles and decides to let himself enjoy this. “That’s not the only reason.”
"I feel like a deeply flawed person who is certainly undeserving of much admiration from other people."
"We were occasionally evicted, and often didn’t have money for rent. Me, my mom and my brother, and usually at least one dog. Ninth grade was the first time that I was in the same school for two years. Up until that point we moved around constantly which meant that I was always kind of the new kid or the outsider and sometimes we changed schools in the middle of the school year, so I was always an outsider and my mom also would send me to school wearing, for instance, tights and plastic cowboy boots and I thought ‘This is a great uniform’, but the other kids didn’t think it was as cool as I thought. We never had a television, so I was sort of cut off from pop culture, and from intimate peer group. It made me more of an outsider, and a little bit more introverted and cautious, and, you know, uncertain of my surroundings, and I kind of withdrew and I also kind of started to find ways to mask my insecurities and to blend in with my environment. So one of the things that I would do is I would sort of take on characters. And I would go into character, and I would be a Russian foreign exchange student or I’d develop an Indian accent or something like that, I’d develop these little characters and accents and shticks and ways to be funny, as a way of ingratiating myself to the other kids."
Doing my work yesterday I came across a man called Herbert Beerbohm Tree, a Shakespearean actor from the 1800s… why is this important, I hear you ask. LOOK AT HIM:
I genuinely thought I had turned the page over to Tom Hiddleston. But the book I was looking at was written before Hiddles became super famous.
No wonder he’s so into Shakespeare.
And here we have proof that Tom Hiddleston is a Shakespeare loving vampire.
I have this weird reaction to minced garlic. Whenever I eat it, I have really horrible farts—weirdly awful. I had eaten a lot of it, and we got on a flight—packed flight—completely packed, and it was one of those situations where, you know, I was on the window side, and I didn’t want to get up, I figured I’ll—I felt something building up is what I’m trying to say. And I just let a little bit out, just little by little.
Long story short, I farted, and the guy behind me fainted. A flight attendant came over and splashed water on his face and sort of resuscitated him. And his wife or girlfriend goes, “I think I smell some gas”, and they said, “Ma’am, that’s impossible, all the fuel on the plane is stored in the wings so there’s none of it that comes anywhere near the fuselage. Absolutely impossible for there to be a gas leak.” They let it go.
About an hour and a half into the flight, I thought, “I’ll be more careful this time”. I farted again, the guy faints again. Flight attendants came, and his girlfriend says, “Somebody let out some gas”. They said, “Ma’am, we told you the gas cannot leak”. The woman sitting next to them said, “No, no, somebody has to go to the bathroom”
there’s no way this man is real.he can’t be human. he just can’t
YES. OBVIOUSLY TO PRODUCE FARTS THAT CAUSE PEOPLE TO FAINT, THAT’S INCREDIBLY UNNATURAL.
YOU MIGHT EVEN SAY, HE’S SUPERNATURAL
can we just take a moment to appreciate that that kid was genuinely terrified. like, he had no idea what misha was going to do all he knew was that misha was going to “scare him.” like that poor kid must have been pissing his pants