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“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.”

Hooking his tie Alfred loosened it with one swift tug; his body seeming to agree yet that expression stayed firm and without wear. Without the plain tie he could finally breath. Decompressing from another day busied and pulled in all direction. Not once, did that charming grin or burst of reassuring laughter fail. He was one tough cookie, after all. 

Wouldn’t want Ed to believe Alfred wasn’t fully there and attentive.

“I got two energy drinks in me and besides, it’s not like I’m going to nap while you’re here. What am I-- Spain? We don’t take breaks in the middle of the day.” He did a playful and gentle swat at Eds shoulder, reassuring him a little lack of sleep could never stop him. “You’re here for awhile right? I was wondering if you wanted to go camping, or whatever. I took overtime before this so we could have a few days!”

Hi I’m here to spread 2s Alfred appreciation 

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED??

like a child loves the rain 

you need to be loved in happiness and foolishness. a puppy love, a love so purely good, so full of happiness it makes your stomach ache. you need to be loved in a way that reminds you of the childhood you didn’t get to have. you need to be loved as if you’re feeling the rain fall upon your cheeks for the first time. refreshing, and clean.

Petroglyph National Monument, New Mexico

Wowie how attractive are you

“ I guess !! “

jatkuleiba​:

There he goes again, soldiering through even after the last full day of work at the conference. Alfred’s stubborn nature doesn’t surprise Eduard in the slightest anymore, but it still causes the Estonian a considerable amount of concern. Knowing that it’s partially for his sake makes it feel even more troublesome…

He sighed softly, his own smile holding steady and radiant even though his body was feeling the strain too. Seems like his old ally had moved to distraction mode. “That sounds wonderful. It has been a while since I have last stargazed.” Having the privilege to spend time alone with Alfred for a couple of days was the part he would look forward to the most, however. 

“But in that case, can I steal you for just a moment to look over our road plan for tomorrow? Maybe over tea?” He squeezed Alfred’s shoulder and flicked at his glasses in slight tease. “I promise I’ll let you get back to work right afterwards.”

Nose scrunched; his glasses falling back into a comfortable placement. This man sure was touchy from the rim of his lenses to his shoulder, he couldn’t help but notice each time they connected. That being said, relaxing isn’t part of this Americans’ style; no insult meant behind this seemingly fixed in tension that Ed has felt beneath his hand. Hopefully, he had been exposed to Alfred enough to understand there was nothing behind his friendly squeeze to bring on discomfort. “We can do anything-- I’m off work! Steal me for however long you want, ya?” Alfred beamed, pleased as punch. Their tea and travel plans touch-ups happened over dinner-- if you could call it that -- pizza ordered in with a dessert for one; they can share later. For now, Alfred began to decompress from the day he had in good company. “I never planned these kinds of things, but for you?? I’ll make sure to drive through all those crazy attractions. There’s a lot of the ‘worlds largest’ here I want to show you. I’m also bringing everything we need so don’t worry.” she paused, searching for his eyes to catch in a gaze. “I never double checked this with you... so uh- does this sound cool?”

Nerds.

@jatkuleiba

i love my men pathetic, in need of therapy and with a long list of crimes

world's shittiest rp memes™: jerma985 cooking-themed sentence starters (from his cooking simulator streams)

intended for shitpost-y threads, but could be versatile. change pronouns/insert names/adjust phrasing as needed.

(grabs a pan directly out of the oven.) "OWOWOW, MY HANDS, OWW!!"

"okay, now what i want you to do is chug the avocado oil."

"they didn’t even know that half of that shit touched the ground."

"how much soup is soup?"

"wha- it cooks when i take it out?! how does it cook when it’s not in the pan?! that makes no sense!"

[sender's muse] tries to place a utensil down but manages to fling it clear across the room instead.

"i’m gonna deep-fry a propane tank."

"there's blood on the counter. ... and this dough looks really, really weird to me."

(cramming a bunch of metal utensils into a microwave.)

"i feel like that's the kind of shit we'll be eating when the apocalypse happens."

"i threw a cucumber and it exploded!"

"it looks like a... it looks like a dead bird."

(tries to empty a pot into the sink but manages to flip it completely upside down, spilling its contents all over the counter and floor.)

"i just singed my fucking eyebrows."

(tries to carefully pour food from a fryer onto a plate. 80% of the food ends up on the counter around the plate instead.)

(attempts to gently flip a cut of meat, but somehow manages to launch it out of the pan, into the air and onto a completely different part of the stove.) "... WHY?! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!"

"hopefully he doesn’t taste the glass."

[sender's muse] attempts to yell "YOU FUCKIN' DONKEY" like gordon ramsey, but they do the accent so badly they sound like shrek instead.

[sender's muse] accidentally throws an entire pizza out of the window.

"i’m realizing what i’m turning into. and i actually entered into, like, the experiment pretend-to-have-a-restaurant five-year-old thing."

an explosion goes off behind them. they turn to see the kitchen has caught fire. "... huh? did someone drop a fucking BOMB on us?!"

[sender's muse] starts pointing the business end of a blowtorch directly into their own eyes.

"i’ll put on the kitchen nightmares american OST."

"do not mix gas in the mixer. ... not now."

(tosses a pan in the air and breaks the ceiling fan COMPLETELY apart. all of the blades come off and the base falls to the floor.) "what. what?! scared the absolute hell outta me, i didn't know you could do that!"

(microwaves raw trout for 20 seconds, then immediately grabs a fork to dig in.)

(accidentally tosses a sponge into a pot of soup instead of the sink, then tries to surreptitiously fish it back out and pretend they didn’t.)

as [sender's muse] is walking to serve [receiver’s muse], the entire meal falls off the plate on the way there and they set a completely empty plate on the table like nothing is wrong.

(placing a porkchop directly onto the counter) "don’t let me forget this is here! ‘cause it’s cooked and it’s ready to eat!"

(tries putting something in the microwave, but it somehow flies out and across the room.) "okay, this is fucking broken."

"you wanna make prison wine?"

(laughing) "that looks like cat puke..."

(toting an extremely burnt pizza crust with a 5 inch tall pile of olives on it) "who ordered the caviar pizza?"

"it’s still good! ... no it’s not."

(spills two bowls of soup in a row just trying to carry them out of the kitchen.)

"it looks like someone bled on that pizza, doesn’t even look like sauce."

"i’m making floor soup."

(looks in the oven and immediately starts laughing.) "oh, shit."

(completely abandons the still-cooking food.) "aw, is that a bird? a bird just flew by."

(throws a pan full of raw steak across the room.)

(starts throwing cuts of meat out the window.)

(immediately after throwing a cut of meat out the window) "... did somebody just scream at me? i just caused a car accident!"

(scanning over the complete disaster in the kitchen like a cop at a crime scene) "okay, so very obviously, there was a struggle, right."

'The Raven and the First Men' - Bill Reid. Made from a 4.5 ton carving block of yellow cedar. 1980.