Cass’s Apocalyptic Series has a death grip on my heart... and has been ripping it to pieces with this latest update.
But I trust Cass, and their reassurance that there will be a happy ending; and that it’s not the end for Uncle Tello.
Unfortunately, that triggered something in my brain that I absolutely had to get out before it killed me.....
Please accept this meme to help cope
@somerandomdudelmao I am so, so fucking sorry.....
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THE QSMP IS ABOUT LOVE. NOT EVEN JUST THE FUCKING PLOT. THIS SERVER IS A LABOR OF LOVE. LOVE IN CONNECTION, LOVE IN COMMUNITY, LOVE IN INCLUSIVITY, LOVE IN EFFORT. JUST LOVE. THESE SIGNS? LOVE. THE ADMIN TEAM'S ENDLESS WORK? LOVE. MAN. FUCK.
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"I got you."
First two panels are Nightwing with Jason Todd as Robin.
Last two panels are Nightwing with Tim Drake as Robin.
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Only Nathan can make his room romantic enough to be fit for a first date.
They are already above cloud nine. Especially Pickles, being held so close in Nathan's big arms...
Originally I planned on having half the height of this painting, but then I saw Nathan's room. So now we have the octopus decoration, the whiskey glasses (kinda hidden), the cinnamon bun, and the already gone drinks with candlelight.
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Me texting my bestie abt sonic prime, the sequel:
Believe it or not, it got gayer.
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watched "Everybody Dies" for thematic/writing planning/analysis reasons, and this shot of Foreman when Wilson starts railing on House in his eulogy... we so rarely see that kind of emotion expressed outwardly from Foreman. It just makes it hit that much harder here. Fucking ouch.
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the most agonized "what am I going to do?" followed by a quiet "i'll figure it out" and ending stream and im fine im fine im fine im fine
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Cmi jk, have you thought of how you want to propose to your future wife?
"i… she's barely brought all her stuff from the house yet, and you–" he blinks, listening as the question evolves. then, breathing a laugh, kinda shy, he hums. "ah. in theory, you say? uhm…"
he folds his fingers, dozing off. deep in thought, he almost doesn't notice the smile spreading on his face. the fantasy wets his waterline. this is one hell of an emotional game.
"i can't tell you what i'd do. not with certainty. you know why?" he shifts in his chair. "because i'd plan every detail to perfection. thinking about it for a few seconds doesn't suffice, because she deserves far more than that."
he sighs, eyes foggy with fondness, "but i promise you. i'd make everyone cry."
"hey, kookie," you call, taking one earbud out; you lift your phone from afar. he can barely see what you're showing him. "do you like those fairy lights?" your hand drops again when you see his changed, gentle expression. "what's up?"
he shakes his head slowly, flashing a sweet beam, "nothing, babe. get the fanciest lights. so you still love them a couple years later. okay?"
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