Bloody Knife Marlowe Flynn, the Blonde Butler~!

Marlowe Flynn, the Blonde Butler~!

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strictbossinglasses:

[text] I’m on my way

[text] Don’t move

[text] am I allowed to breath?

(Source: the-blonde-butler)

pinkhairandglasses:

"I um…vaguely, I mean I don’t really talk to them…does that satisfy your question?"

"Well, I guess… I jus’ wondered if y’ ever talk ta Grell Sutcliff at all?"

(Source: the-blonde-butler)

soul-lowood:

Soul looked up from the copy of Edgar Allen Poe stories she had been reading to blush lightly “I-I guess I can come. I need to find a dress though”

Marlowe grinned, clapping his hands. “Ah, great! It’s gonna be lotsa fun. ‘N’ don’t worry, I bet y’ll look really nice in anythin’!”

(Source: the-blonde-butler)

thequeenofmangosteens:

"You have to come with me because I want an opinion on the costume I want. And you can’t go to the party as a sheet ghost, Marlowe. That’s silly."

"Fine, fine, I’ll look at y’ in cute costumes. But it ain’t silly! I’ll be a — a sexy sheet ghost. Yeah, that’s it!”

(Source: the-blonde-butler)

Things turn out best for those who make the best out of the way things turn out.

- TheDailyPositive.com

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senecasbearddontgiveafuck:

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and she can’t remember who i am

UNNECESSARY

(Source: thathobbsgirl)

Maybe somethings don’t get better, but we do. We get stronger. We learn to live with our situations as messy and ugly as they are. We fix what we can and we adapt to what we can’t. Maybe some of us will never be fully okay, but at least we’re here. We’re still trying. We’re doing the best we can. That’s worth celebrating too. If you’re reading this, congratulations, you made it to today. You made it.

[ random tiny starter tossed at pinkhairandglasses ]

Marlowe reached over and slowly poked the girl beside him. “Oi — oi, Lilly! I ‘ad a question ta ask y’. Do y’ know any of the other London Reapers?”

[ random tiny starter tossed at comingupscarlet ]

Marlowe quickly turned around, eyes wide and not at all sure how to hide or explain the bloody knife she held. Even if she hid it, there was no explanation for the blood on her clothes. Shit. “Who’s there, who is it?!”

[ random tiny starter tossed at soul-lowood ]

"Soooooooul!" Marlowe ran over, grinning happily. "Soul! Master Ciel’s ‘avin’ a ball ‘n’ ‘e said I could invited anyone I want! Y’ wanna come?"