lemon or limes? book of short stories or book of poetry? cappuccinos or lattes? baguettes or croissants? apple orchards in the fall or lavender fields in the summer? rainy nights or sunny days? suede or velvet?
Last week was our third anniversary - I can’t believe it’s been three years already! Unlike last year, we were together this time (the pains of long distance relationships across borders!) so I wore something pretty to go out for dinner and drinks with my Moosh. We look some photos in Cubbon Park before the light faded and then strolled over to Social for cocktails and the arguably the best poutine in Bangalore. I felt rather festive in my burgundy velvet skirt and snowflake stockings from Tabbisocks - ‘tis the season after all! The best thing about anniversaries around Christmas is how joyous and festive everything is all around. I might post some photos from our Christmas celebrations later - we managed to dish up a full Christmas dinner with all the trimmings but forgot to get any pics of it! In the meantime, I hope y’all are having a joyous, restful and much needed winter break ♥
Could you possibly do a mafia!daddy!phil × pastel!little!Dan ? ?? Cause that hc is freaking grEAT (possibly some smut?)
Prompt: dan wearing those cute velvet shorts you see on Instagram and phil can’t keep his hands off of him. (mafia!daddy!phil and whiny!little!dan?)
Oral fixation pastel Dan is all I beg you for
can i pleeease have some more little dan with oral fixation???
Here y’all go. Plus dirty talk, exhibitionism, and cockslut!dan. If you have trouble getting past the cut on mobile, open in your browser.
son of the boss always has it perks, but when your father is the boss of the
mafia, the fringe benefits are almost endless. It certainly isn’t the most
relatable circumstance, but Phil Lester is acutely aware of the privilege his
heritage brings. His family has never had any financial issues, and, although
it may not be the most honest money, it made for a very comfortable childhood.
Growing up, Phil never had to worry about being bullied in school – even though
he was a fairly strange, quirky kid that would usually attract that kind of
negative energy in the cesspool of teenage hormones that is high school,
everyone was well aware of who his father was and what he could do, so he was
left well alone. Now that he’s older, his blood keeps on giving in the form of
a large house in London and connections with almost every business in a ten
kilometre radius. That’s not to say Phil has had an easy life, but his problems
are quite disparate from the average persons’. He may be rich with a notorious
last name that opens back doors, but he does live with the constant knowledge
that he may be shot dead at any moment, so he supposes it all evens out.
He works as part of the family, of course. That’s how the mob operates
and, although he’s had his fair share of morality crises, he enjoys it. He’s
not the eldest son, so, as long as nothing happens to Martyn, he isn’t expected
to take over when his father – willingly, or otherwise – steps down, but he is
still in control of some aspects of it. He supposes he’s a capo, in a way,
being able to give orders to soldiers to do the bidding that’s sometimes his
own, and sometimes passed down to him from his father. Most of the members he
ranks above are considerably older than him, considering he’s only twenty-five,
and he can tell from the hard look in their eyes when he gives orders that
they’re not exactly thrilled about that. It doesn’t really matter, though,
because to go against Phil is to go against the boss and, unless they’re
actively looking to be killed, that’s not a very bright idea.
Phil’s seen a lot of shit since being inducted into the business at
twenty. Before that, his father always kept things vague and the gory details
hidden, probably more on Phil’s mothers’ wishes than his own, but the reality
of what being in the mafia involves couldn’t be sugar-coated for him forever.
He’s seen theft, assault, battery, and a fair share of murder. It’s not what
Phil would call ideal, but it comes with the kill-or-be-killed lifestyle. He’s
pretty much desensitised to the horror of it all by this point, but there is
one incident that affected him above any other; it was also the chain of events
that led to him meeting Dan.
I will forever be salty about how the stylists for the Call Me Baby music video put Xiumin in that matching blue velvet shirt/short set with the white tube socks, white long sleeve undershirt, white hat, and nike sneakers while everyone else is wearing leather jackets and silk shirts looking all cool while my man literally looks likes Ryan from High School Musical