thehopefulhero:

burgers-and-fries-nation:

thehopefulhero:

*he’s singing that Veggietale’s song, "The Bunny Song", but with his own words*

The bunny,

The bunny, 

Oooh, I am the bunny.

I really love Easter

'Cause… it's cool.

I’m the bunny.

*and he’s hopping around as he sings because he’s got the floppy little bunny ears on so he is a bunny, at least for today*

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[he’s just gonna hide/record him, and try not to laugh because wow this is too cute]

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*he doesn’t notice him yet so he’ll just continue singing and bouncing, his little bunny ears flopping around as he does so*

The bunny,

The bunny,

Yeah, I’m the bunny,

But not the Easter Bunny

'Cause he's magic…

But I’m a bunny.

*shakes his booty too while he’s at it, imagining his little fluffy bunny tail wiggling around*

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[holy crap this kid is way too cute]

[holding in so much laugher]

{M!A: Still Clumsy}

theminimaple:

burgers-and-fries-nation:

theminimaple:

*Well, his head is throbbing, but…*

I—I don’t want to cause you anymore trouble.

*And Mattie would get up to go, if Alfred wasn’t holding him.  Matthew decides that Alfred is very good at cuddling.  And it feels very good to be held and maybe babied a bit after the awful day he’s had.*

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[shakes head lightly]

It’s no trouble, Little dude.

[grunts lightly as he stands up with the boy in his arms]

Did you want to go to your house, or to mine?

O—Oh—!

*oh, wait, is Alfred going to carry him?*

*wiggles*

*no no no, Matthew wants to walk himself*

M—My house, I wanna go to my house.  B—But I can walk by myself.

*they’re going through this again?*

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You sure? I mean, what if you fall, and hurt yourself again?

theminimaple:

burgers-and-fries-nation:

[laughs a bit, and shakes his head]

No, no, it’s an open party! Anyone can come, and enjoy including you!

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[nods head over to the huge table of food]

Wanna get something to eat before the egg hunt?

Anyone can come?

*he relaxes, pretty relieved and happy to hear that*

N—No, not yet.  I…  Uh,  um…

*he pulls out two eggs, one carefully and brightly decorated by Matthew himself, the other a blue plastic egg filled with Easter M&Ms*

I—I made this for you.  A—And—and this is for you, too…

*his face flushes a little*

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[takes the eggs, and smiles]

Wow, these looks great Mattie! C’mon, let’s put these in the house, then we can get something to eat.

[holds his hand out to the other can hold it]

alfred-f-jones-world-hero:

Pixiv ID: 43017612Member: かむら@5/5世界会議E16

alfred-f-jones-world-hero:

Pixiv ID: 43017612
Member: かむら@5/5世界会議E16

What if we were just a boy and girl? || Modern!AU

smokinhotscots:

burgers-and-fries-nation:

smokinhotscots:

Isla’s favorite poem by him by far had to be Fire and Ice. She knew it by heart and like him she favored fire. To her it seemed like fire was better than ice. She didn’t want to be frozen and looked away. She wished she could be passionate and on fire and feel. 

It seemed however that Al would prefer to be the ice. Perhaps they were meant to contrast,. isla with her fire red hair and Al with his ice blue eyes. 

While Al was trying to distract himself he came across that poem. Fire, and Ice, he read in his head. If he were going to be honest, he couldn’t care less how it all ended. Though it was right in thinking that Ice would be a nice way to go. It was cold, numbing, and painless; it seemed perfect for him. 

He looked at the clock, and saw that the day was already half way over with. His gaze shifted back at Isla, then back at the book. Al would have to wake her up eventually, but he’d do that later. He still needed to distract his overactive mind.

Al wouldn’t have to wake her up soon. Her body wasn’t used to sleeping for long periods of time and so she was already starting to come back to the inklings of awareness. This meant that she uncurled herself but she mumbled a little bit more as she moved. 

In a few more minutes she would become conscious enough to realize she had fallen asleep and a mini panic attack would ensue. 

He saw her uncurling in the corner of his eyes, but didn’t pay any attention to her. He could just pretend that he didn’t see her falling asleep, and was too busy reading to pay attention to what she was doing. It didn’t seem like a great lie, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t care if she fell asleep, but she obviously did for whatever reason.

fluffythedin0saur:

sweetpeche:

reblog for easter

This gives me happiness

smokinhotscots:

burgers-and-fries-nation:

smokinhotscots:

Did Arthur tell ye that? ‘e lied. 

Really? Then how come my last name isn’t Kirkland?

Yer brither Matthew ‘as a different name too but ye can’t deny yer brithers. 

I guess so. But I’ve always thought of Arthur as a brother more than a dad, or somethin’.

What if we were just a boy and girl? || Modern!AU

smokinhotscots:

burgers-and-fries-nation:

smokinhotscots:

As Al read the red head curled in on herself becoming very small and tiny as she slept so that her body was as compact as possible. She give a mumble type noise but no actual words were formed she just mumbled before sighing and seeming to slip into a deeper sleep. 

Isla purposefully choose books that would make her think about things. Unlike Al who craved the numbness that drugs brought him isla hated the numbness and detachment that had encompassed her body and soul. She had to find ways to force herself to feel or else she felt like she was already dead. Her greatest fear was becoming a robot and losing all feeling. Oddly enough Al managed to piss her off, maybe that was why she wanted to stay around him. He made her feel something aside from the annoyance and indifference she had towards life. 

Al heard Isla mumbling a bit, and turned his head to look at her. He wouldn’t have thought someone that looked like her could have such an attitude. Then again, he wasn’t much to talk. 

To him, losing his feelings would be better than what went through his mind on a daily basis. It was partly the reason why he pretended not to feel anything about anyone. If he let his true feelings linger within him, he felt that he’d go insane from the pain of his past. And so far, Robert Frost was doing a great job of distracting his brain by trying to find some kind of deeper message the poem rather than just choosing between two roads to go down.

Isla’s favorite poem by him by far had to be Fire and Ice. She knew it by heart and like him she favored fire. To her it seemed like fire was better than ice. She didn’t want to be frozen and looked away. She wished she could be passionate and on fire and feel. 

It seemed however that Al would prefer to be the ice. Perhaps they were meant to contrast,. isla with her fire red hair and Al with his ice blue eyes. 

While Al was trying to distract himself he came across that poem. Fire, and Ice, he read in his head. If he were going to be honest, he couldn’t care less how it all ended. Though it was right in thinking that Ice would be a nice way to go. It was cold, numbing, and painless; it seemed perfect for him. 

He looked at the clock, and saw that the day was already half way over with. His gaze shifted back at Isla, then back at the book. Al would have to wake her up eventually, but he’d do that later. He still needed to distract his overactive mind.

smokinhotscots:

burgers-and-fries-nation:

smokinhotscots:

Don’ act like ye didn’t inherit it from me lad. 

Last I remember, I was adopted into this family—

Did Arthur tell ye that? ‘e lied. 

Really? Then how come my last name isn’t Kirkland?