#tie dye pizza t-shirt

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What members of the batfam would wear and do on their off days

Dick: skinny jeans (he looks great in them) and a batman t shirt, he’s coaching gymnastics

Jason: his robe (red of course) and his red hood slippers , he’s reading Jane Austen

Tim: old band tshirt and ratty boxers. He’s working on a case and drinking black coffee with melatonin powder in it.

Stephanie: jeans and a purple shirt, she’s out running with ace and Titus

Cass: Dance clothes, at dance practice (she has a recital tomorrow)

Damian: whatever Alfred laid out for him, he’s training with Jon, they may also make out a little bit…

Barbara: comfy pants and a Black Sabbath tshirt, she’s working on her blackmail folder for each family member, she just found Jason’s tinder profile

Duke: black acid washed jeans, tie dye hoodie, he’s on a study date at a coffee shop with his girlfriend

Kate: yoga pants and a racer back tank top, she’s at a goat yoga date with her girlfriend ( it was her girlfriends idea)

Bruce: suit, he’s at a business meeting, but afterwards he’s meeting Selina for coffee

Alfred: normal clothing, he’s reading in the library (Sherlock Holmes) later he will help the batkids make homemade pizza and cookies

All: matching Batman pjs, watching a horror movie and eating way to much popcorn and cookies

#batfamily #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #batdad #damian wayne #tim drake #duke thomas #cassandra cain #kate kane #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #damian al ghul #nightwing #red robin #red hood #oracle #spoiler #orphan #the signal #robin #dc robin #the batman #catwoman #bruce x selina #selina kyle #bruce wayne

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @rewritetheending for seven sentence sunday. Every week I surprise myself by being bad at counting sentences but I think this is seven this time. I feel like I have a rule for ER nurse Eddie: never make anything easy for him. In this case that means he has to show up to his first date in a bad outfit.

It’s 6 AM and Eddie is taking baleful inventory of the contents of his locker. Wallet, car keys, a half drunk bottle of who knows how old Gatorade, a pair of jeans he got around the time he was discharged that have been worn so many times the once stiff denim now has the texture and flexibility of a ratty pair of sweatpants, a LOS ANGELES ZOO SUMMER NIGHTS FUN AND BRIGHT MID YEAR FESTIVAL 2017 t-shirt in an unflattering green tie dye with a stain that's probably pizza sauce up on the shoulder somehow, and (the only bit of redemption in here) a clean pair of underwear. Eddie heaves a deep sigh, thunks his head into the locker door, and contemplates sneaking out the side entrance and waiting till the next time Buck is on death’s door to try all this again. It’s the smart thing to do, probably. He should go home, nap for a pathetic hour or two, go get groceries, do laundry, wash the dishes from last night’s dinner (and yesterday’s lunch, and the pan he’d burnt scrambled eggs in). Try to resemble a responsible adult, stop daydreaming about a big strong firefighter with blue eyes and a nice smile. He changes, scrubs a hand through his hair in the bathroom mirror to try and look more artfully disheveled rather than just the regular kind, and thinks that he was never particularly good at resembling something he wasn't even if he lied to himself that he was.

Tagging @shortsighted-owl @butchdiaz @homerforsure @forthewolves @buckactuallys @bigfootsmom if you have anything to share!

#seven sentence sunday #tag games

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Pizza Party Printing has a face-melting Friday the 13th design by Jimmy Giegerich up for pre-order through Sunday, January 15. It comes on T-shirts ($25), tie dye T-shirts ($30), and baseball tees ($30).

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Welcome to the Life of Electra Heart

Track Three: Lies

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Genre: Hurt/Comfort

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The funny thing about memories is that they aren’t really you. Sometimes, your memories make you better. Often, they make you worse. Sometimes, they disappear. They get repressed into the deepest depths of your skull. And you don’t know who you were or who you hurt.

It all ceases to exist.

You’re never gonna love me. So that’s the use?

Only one more year and then Roman would have his Associates. Though, it didn’t feel like much of a feat to him. It just felt like something he had to do. He wasn’t even convinced he was doing a good job.

But Emile wanted to celebrate. He sorted through the pile of t-shirts: all white with Western State College’s logo printed on the front. He passed them throughout the group, trying to match everyone to the correct size shirt. Though Emile usually brimmed with color, he wore a black shirt that had been stained with bleach to show an illustration of some cartoon character’s face. Roman honestly couldn’t tell if it was a badly done boy or a very badly done cat. Above all, he just didn’t know where they were getting all this bleach.

“So, what are you going to do with yours, Re?” Virgil asked.

“Brown,” Remus answered very quickly.

Roman raised an eyebrow. “Just... brown?”

“I don’t even have brown dye,” Emile said.

“Don’t you guys even know color theory?” Remus asked with a disappointed sigh.

“Wrong color,” Remy piped in.

“Amalgamation,” Remus said. “Blending.”

Everyone looked at him with knitted brows.

He bunched the shirt into his hands and held it high in the air. “I’m going to Frankenstein this bitch!” he screeched.

“Ah,” they all said in unison.

“Why isn’t Janus here?” Patton asked.

Roman ignored the sting in his chest. Don’t think about last night. Don’t think about last night. Don’t think-

“Because he sucks?” Virgil asked. “No offense, Roman.”

Patton rolled his eyes. “He’s really not that bad. I’m sure he’s just waiting for you to apologize for whatever it was you did to offend him.”

Virgil glared at Patton. “And what makes you think I did something wrong?”

“Enough,” Remy said. “Be nice, boys.”

“Roman, why aren’t you sticking up for Janus?” Patton asked. Roman was sure that being stabbed would have been a much nicer alternative. His head was dizzy. “I- I don’t- I- um-”

“Leave him out of this,” Remy said calmly. “Roman didn’t invite Janus because Virgil and I didn’t feel comfortable with him here.”

He frowned. “You guys could give him a chance.”

“Enough, Patton,” Roman said sharply. “Leave it alone.”

Patton sighed and began absentmindedly playing with a pile of rubber bands. Roman wished the tension could slide off his skin, but it had sharp claws that dug into his back and threatened to hold tight for the rest of the day.

Emile clapped his hands together and said, “Alright, well. If we order now, we can start tie-dying and have pizza by the time we’re all done.”

“That’s a great idea, Em,” Remy said gently.

Emile smiled and awkwardly pulled his phone out of his pocket. “To the backyard!” he announced proudly.

Everyone cheered- though the claws of Tension dug deeper and deeper. Roman pushed those feelings down- though much like an overstuffed laundry basket, he didn’t have room to push down anymore. He knew his feelings would soon overflow until he was strained and broken. But he pushed those thoughts down too. No use ruining a sunny day over them.

He grabbed his t-shirt and a bag of rubber bands and worked the fabric into a taut spiral. He lined up bottles of dye in rainbow order and counted out the sections he’d divided.

“Oh, you basic fucking bitch,” Remus said over his shoulder.

Roman glared at him and said, “Quit it.”

“Roman if each of those-“ He counted on his fingers. “six sections are each a monotonous color, I’m taking your title of Most Creative Sibling.”

“This is creative,” Roman argued, though he was less sure after he said it. “Not everything has to be messy to be good.”

“Well in my humble opinion-“

“Remus, lay off him, ‘eh?” Virgil interrupted. “I’m sure it’s going to look great, Roman. Your brother is just a dick.”

“Funny. I thought you liked my dick last night,” Remus teased.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “As if you would ever cheat on your crusty anime body pillows.”

“Cheat?!” Remus gave a dramatic gasp. He then winked and said, “Threesomes aren’t cheating.”

“Girlies, I will throw up back here,” Remy said.

“Please don’t,” Emile begged. “It’s bad for the lawn and we have a very fragile ecosystem back here.”

Patton pipped up, “How fragile is your lawn? How vile do you think his bile is?”

Emile sighed. “You don’t know what he puts in his stomach.”

Remy defended himself, “I will pour Mountain Dew on all your freshly cleaned laundry.”

“Please, not again.”

Roman rolled his eyes and shook a capped bottle of dye. He felt a buzz in his pocket and pulled out his phone to a single, terrible text. We need to talk. And all at once, the laughter and bickering of his friends went completely silent as his ears were drowned under the sound of his blood rushing ice cold and his heart pounding against the prison bars of bone that kept it from exploding.

Suddenly, Roman didn’t see much point in tie-dying.

What’s the point in playin’ a game you’re gonna lose?

Roman felt bad ditching Remus. He felt worse for making Patton drive his brother home. But most terrible of all was the feeling he had for himself. He took a deep breath as he put his car in park. This is what you wanted, he reminded himself. Ever since that night, he needed to talk to Janus. He just hoped he’d have some time to himself first.

He took a breath. He took his key out of the ignition, unbuckled his seatbelt, and just tried to breathe through every little movement. RSD was a bitch, but that was no excuse to be so pathetic about one coffee shop conversation. Just breathe slow, he reminded himself. In and out. Just breathe slowly. One, two, out, two. In, one, out, two...

He pushed open the door to the coffee shop. The ring of the bell announcing his entry might as well have been the bell tolling at his execution. It wasn’t hard to spot Janus, his hair tucked under a black beanie despite the summer heat. His black tank top showed his snake tattoo in full glory. Roman made his way over, ignoring the way each step added another weight to his ankles. You’re both adults. You can both talk and get over it. You can work this through.

Janus looked up and met Roman’s eyes.

Roman wanted to run into the bathroom and vomit.

“Roman,” Janus said coldly. “We need to talk.”

“Yes, we do,” Roman said, holding himself as well as he could. You’re pathetic. Last night’s argument echoed louder than any siren. You’re pathetic. He took a deep breath. We need to talk about the way you’ve been ‘helping’ me.

“Why don’t you get a drink?” A trap.

“I’m fine,” he said coldly. He pulled a chair and sat across from Janus. Though he was still mad, seeing Janus just ahead of him made him feel like a child. He wanted to cry and beg for forgiveness. Crying is pathetic, he told himself. “Janus, about last night,-”

“Let me go first, please?” Janus interrupted.

Roman dug his fingernails into his palm, trying anything not to cry. Or scream. Screaming would probably be worse.

“Roman, you’ve been different lately.” No thanks to your ‘help’. “And you don’t act like you want me anymore.”

“Janus, you never-”

“Don’t interrupt me,” Janus snapped.

Roman pulled his lips tight. His nails dug deeper into his palm.

“You don’t act like you want me anymore. Only like you need me.” Because you don’t let me want you. You tell me I need you. You don’t, you don’t, you don’t- “And honestly this isn’t working for me anymore.”

Roman was sure all the air left his lungs. He was sure his heart stopped and his blood had completely frozen over. Roman was sure he’d died. (He was disappointed when he realized he was entirely and unfortunately alive.)

Once again, Roman was ready to give up everything and beg.

Janus met his eyes and said for clarity, “I’m breaking up with you, Roman.” As if the fucking message wasn’t clear enough.

“Janus, I-”

“Roman, don’t cause a scene,” Janus snapped. And there it was. The true reason he’d invited Roman to a coffee shop to do this. “Please. This doesn’t have to be the end forever. Maybe we can get back together when things are better. We can still have a future together.” He took Roman’s hand, sending a jolt down his spine. Janus’s grip was tight. “We’ll still be friends, okay?”

Roman pulled his hand away. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he silently prayed Thank you because at least he hadn’t been completely abandoned by the forces that be. He grabbed his phone and quickly looked at his text.

Emile P.: Hey, you forgot your shirt here haha. I have it in the wash for you. :)

Roman thought that maybe he could survive the next three hours. If he spent 2 and a half alone in his car. “I gotta go,” he said abruptly. “My mom needs me home.”

“Is everything okay?” Janus asked.

Why do you care? “Just... give me some time, Janus. Okay? I need some time.”

“I’ll be here as soon as you’re ready.”

Roman started for the car. I’m sure you will be.

What’s the point in saying you love me like a friend?

What’s the point in saying it’s never gonna end?

Remus paced the floor. Not only had Roman left a kick-ass party so suddenly (weird), but he also wasn’t even back home (even weirder), and he wasn’t answering a single text (super extra mega ULTRA weird). Remus sent another string of incomprehensible emojis, only to be met for the tenth time with Roman’s “Do Not Disturb While Driving” message. He was getting bored, which was always rude of Roman to allow the superior twin to be bored, but he was also getting worried. And that was worse. Boredom was rude, but can easily be fixed with hot glue, glitter, and eggs. Worry, well, worry isn’t so easily deterred.

---

The worst part of leaving the Picani Party early and refusing to eat or drink anything with Janus meant that Roman was very very hungry. But he wasn’t ready to go home. Maybe if Remus kept his mouth shut, their parents wouldn’t have to know that he even left early. But that plan relied on Remus keeping his mouth shut- a feat which had never been accomplished.

He turned into the lot of a fast-food joint. He just wanted to swing through the Drive-Thru. Maybe if he ate in the parking lot, he’d have time to actually cry. But crying was pathetic. He parked and made his way into the restaurant. Too many words echoed through his head, but the sound of employees yelling orders back and forth at each other was the first step he needed to drown everything out.

His phone buzzed with a text. And then another. He pulled it out of his pocket, reading the two newest messages in a pile that was quickly flooding his lock screen. (Though, the earliest texts proved to already be two hours old. He didn’t realize how much time had passed in his loneliness.)

Patton: r u ok?

Patton: Janus told me what happened.

Roman rolled his eyes. Why does Janus deserve proper spelling? He put his phone back in his pocket and tried not to cry. Of course, when his voice broke halfway through ordering his meal, he felt bad for the cashier who looked absolutely horrified. But he managed to hold it in. Just a bit longer. That’s all he had to do- just get through just a bit longer until he’d successfully lied his way through two years of bullshit. Then he could cry.

Roman took a shaky breath as he pulled his credit card out from his wallet. He paid for his meal, found a little table in the corner, and kept to himself. Then he could cry.

—-

When he got home, his only goal was to get to sleep. The house was mostly dark, except for the white light coming from the television screen. “Did you have a good time?” his mom asked, without so much as a glance his way.

Absolutely not. “Oh, um, the party was good. Virgil was showing me some pictures of his pet lizard.”

“Oh, a lizard is... interesting,” his mom said.

“Yeah, it’s cool.” He could feel the heat of tears threatening him behind his eyes. “It’s been a long day, so, uh. I gotta get ready for bed.”

“Have a good night, sweetie,” his mom said.

“Good night,” his dad echoed.

Roman let out a heavy sigh. “Good night.” He trudged up the stairs into his room and pulled off his clothes. A shower would do him some good. Or at least some privacy. Roman grabbed a towel and loosely wrapped it around himself. He took some pajamas and tucked them under his arm.

He was thankful not to run into anyone on the way to the bathroom. He turned the water on hot and locked the door. As he undressed, his eyes locked on his reflection and he immediately wished they hadn’t.

His neck was still covered in hickeys. “Love bites” some people call them.

To him, they just felt like some sort of calling card.

Roman stepped into the shower desperate to get away from his reflection but the image burned into his mind faster than the water could melt the tension out of his skin. He poured too much shampoo into his hands and tried to rub it all into his hair. And that was when he let the waterworks break loose. And that was when Roman fell apart. Gone was the gentle touch he usually reserved for showering pleasantries, instead he tightened his fists around clumps of hair as he tried to resist screaming. He released his hair and let his hands fall to his side. Diluted shampoo rinsed down the sides of his face and his chest, following the same trails that his fingers- Roman’s fingers were curled into a fist instantaneously and he slammed the side of his fist against the wall, letting out a loud cry as he did so.

Over. And Over. And Over.

Just as Janus had kissed him. Just as Janus had torn him apart. Just as he had ignored Remy and Virgil’s warnings and just as much as he’d hated himself for listening all the same.

He was exhausted before he’d even gotten to wash his face. He held onto the shelf, barely even able to stand and wholly incapable of even thinking. His hand started to hurt. His heart hadn’t stopped.

As soon as he turned off the water, he felt exposed. He quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped himself up without even bothering to properly dry off first. When he stepped out into the hallway, he met eyes with Remus.

Remus opened his mouth to speak.

Roman rushed away before he got the chance.

—-

Octo-Nuts: It’s been three days.

Garbage Rat: He hasn’t said anything?

Black Parade Reject: What the fuck happened?

Octo-Nuts: That’s what I’m trying to figure out, dipshit

Black Parade Reject: Whatever asshole

Black Parade Reject: Good luck.

—-

Remus was going to kill Roman. Or destroy his speaker. But murder seemed like the more practical option. At least he could take the speaker for himself after getting rid of the body.

He paced back and forth, counting the ringing on his phone like his life depended on it. He didn’t know where his mind would go if he had to continue wondering. (Though, he had somewhat of a realistic idea. It was the more creative traumas his mind created that he didn’t want to dwell on.) He instead switched his phone over to his left hand and flipped the light switch to his closet while he waited. A solid thirteen times. The light was on and Emile answered at the 13th flick. Good things will happen , he told himself. It’s okay now.

“Remus, hey,” Emile said. “Is everything okay?”

Remus cleared his throat. Things were decidedly not okay, but Emile already knew that. No use focusing on the obvious. “I would never disrespect the iconic female artists of the current pop music scene. Especially not with Roman present and close enough to kill me.”

“Mhm?”

“But if I hear Olivia Rodrigo or Taylor Swift or- God forbid- Marina and the Diamonds one more fucking time-“

“What’s on now?”

“Some Taylor Swift song. All Too Well or whatever.”

Emile gave a nervous squeak. “How long is it?”

“I don’t know. A fucking hour or something? Longer than any song should ever fucking be.”

“Oh, God. I’m on my way.”

Shit. “Emile?!” The call ended. Remus was definitely going to kill Roman. Or Emile.

Or Janus.

—-

 Virgil Thompson was never the best at cheering up friends. Or anyone. And as he fell like a rag doll into his desk chair, spinning slowly, he realized he wasn’t too good at cheering himself up either. Roman had gone off the radar, Remus was too on the radar, and it felt like everyone else was falling apart at the seams.

Everyone except Patton.

Somehow that made Virgil feel worse.

It wasn’t that he wanted to ignore Patton’s texts. Really, he wanted to feel normal. He would have loved to just go to Patton’s place and play video games or anything just to be bored, apathetic Virgil again. But apathy and boredom were too much work. And Patton kept saying “You should be nicer to people” and other bullshit like that. The problem with Patton was that he had yet to grow up enough to learn the difference between niceness and sincerity.

So Virgil Thompson knew today would not be the day he’d suddenly be capable of helping either twin. Or himself.

—-

You only ever touch me in the dark

After what seemed like an endless supply of people who just wanted to ask questions, Roman was lucky to have a friend who just wanted to talk. He invited Patton over (leaving the house felt like too much work), brushed his teeth (how many days had it been since he’d done that?), and threw on the best “I look good but I don’t have to work for it” outfit he could. And then he took it off. And tried again. And again. He came to realize that sweatpants and a largely oversized, very old t-shirt were the only clothes he could stand to see himself in.

Only if we're drinkin' can you see my spark

Roman sat across the table from Patton. Cups of coffee sat between them. Everywhere else in the house was silent.

Patton reached out, laying his hand on Roman’s arm. Roman flinched at the touch and silently cursed himself when he saw Patton frown.

“Everyone has been really worried about you,” Patton said.

Roman sighed. “Trust me. I’m well aware.”

“And?”

“And,” he said with poison on the tip of his tongue, “I wish everyone would respect my need for space without bombarding me with a ton of questions.” He let out a deep breath and relaxed his fists. He didn’t remember clenching them.

Patton took a quick inhale and let it out slowly. “Janus was asking about you,” he said so quickly Roman wasn’t even sure he’s heard him correctly.

“What?”

“Janus is worried about you too. He still wants you guys to be friends, you know.” Patton’s eyes went to the wall. And the floor. And any direction that wasn’t Roman. Pathetic. “He’s really sad, you know, that you haven’t spoken to him.”

“So he’s completely ignoring my need for space?” Roman snapped. “I told him I needed time. Or do my feelings not matter?”

“Of course they matter,” Patton protested. “But maybe you should consider how Janus feels.”

Roman’s fists tightened again- no longer from fear but boiling red anger. “I have spent four months,” he spat, “considering Janus’s feelings and he can’t even last a week to spare mine?”

“Roman, I think-

“I think you should leave.”

Patton’s head snapped to attention. His brown eyes went wide and Roman could almost see his anger in the watery reflection. “Roman-“

“Get out before one of us says something the other will regret,” he snapped. Though truth be told, he was already regretting when Patton had said “Hello.”  

“Fine,” Patton said with a hitch in his voice. “But you’re making a very selfish mistake, Roman.”

Roman made a very selfish gesture. And when Patton slammed the front door shut, he sobbed.

And only in the evening can you give yourself to me

Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.

Roman found no escape from the word.

Pathetic.

Who got so strung up by a single word anyway? It wasn’t a slur of any kind and Roman had certainly faced worse insults before that had failed to stick as badly. Pathetic. That’s what the hold on him was. It was pathetic to be so afraid of it. It was pathetic to cry every time he heard it on TV- aimed nowhere near him.

Roman picked up his phone with shaking hands. He scrolled until he found the app he needed- it opened straight to the server Virgil had invited him into. Remus and all his friends were there. As were the hundreds of notifications he had muted. 283 were from the server. 10 were texts from Remy. 7 were from Virgil. 6 were from Emile.

Roman didn’t bother clicking on any of them. Instead, he went to the channel that was least used. He wrote a single word.

Pathetic.

—-

Remus hated the songs that were getting stuck in his head. All-day, he tried to tune them out only to have an endless radio in his head. It wasn’t that he disliked the music, he just… hated why he had to hear it. And the lyrics echoing in his head just felt like an echo of guilt from not knowing what to do or say.

Roman’s breakup with Alex hadn’t been that bad. …or had it? And had he just failed to realize?

“Holy fuck,” Remy gasped quietly. He started frantically typing.

“What ha-“

“Server,” Remy said quickly.

And there it was. A single text from Roman in the “banned words” channel.

Seeing anything in that channel was a shock. No one had updated it in well over a year- after that brief fight Virgil and Remy had. (And a long hour of them being locked in a room together. Though, at least 50 minutes of that was a patched friendship and them screaming to get out.)

But still. This was Roman. Roman who had all but refused to show a crack of vulnerability. Roman who had insisted that everything was fine.

Roman. Perfect, golden child Roman.

Remus couldn’t wrap his head around it.

He felt pathetic.

—-

‘Cause the night is your woman

Lilly blew a wad of bubblegum and it smack! ed disgustingly right in front of Roman’s face.

“You make me even more sympathetic towards the Cell Block Tango,” he told her.

She popped her gum again with a smirk and scrunched up her nose, the light making the stud she wore sparkle. Roman could still remember how jealous he was when she got her nose pierced and how badly he wanted his pierced too. Now, it all felt so trivial. He had bigger problems.

“What’s the tea?” she asked, lounging back into her chair with one leg crossed over the other. She looked so calm. Roman wished he could have just half her contentedness.

“God… so much. How much have I told you about Janus?”

She raised an eyebrow. “You? Nothing.”

“Ah, well, we-“

“That’s not to say I don’t know,” she interrupted. “You’ve just been complete shit at keeping me in the loop lately.”

His face burned in embarrassment. “I’ve been a shitty friend, huh?”

“Just a shitty gossip.” She offered him a small smile and pushed his glass of water closer to him. “Tell me everything.”

Like a river behind a cracked dam, Roman’s feelings came rushing out faster than he could compartmentalize them. Every detail, every secret in seemingly no order until a new type of waterworks were filling his eyes and grasping the words from inside his throat. He took a shaky breath. “They even, you know, warned me. Not just about Janus but about myself.”

Lilly raised an eyebrow. “Yourself? Roman, you’ve done nothing wrong. Who gave you this ‘warning’ ?”

“Well, Remy and Virgil, mostly-“

She scoffed. “Virgil, of course. I hate that self-deprecating prick.”

“Virgil Thompson?” Roman asked.

“Yeah, fuck that guy,” she said.

He frowned. “What’s wrong with Virgil?”

She gave a heavy sigh, the kind that says “Don’t even get me started” , but as she opened her mouth to speak, she glanced up at Roman and- “…Nothing. He’s fine, just… I won’t tell you who to be friends with.”

That answer only made Roman feel worse, but he didn’t want to risk pushing Lilly.

He couldn’t afford anyone else’s rage.

And she’ll set you free

Perhaps it was cliché. Maybe he did seem like a middle school girl or the winner of a traumatizing set of children’s games. But the goo was thick and started to itch just as soon as the coldness disappeared from it. And Roman was convinced it was going to change his life.

Lies.

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Survey Part 2

eaten puffer fish? No got acupuncture? No had a cake made for you? Yes eaten caviar? No eaten foie gras? No eaten oysters? Yes seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa? No seen the Sagrada Familia? No know how to do a cartwheel? I used to. smoked shisha/hookah? No been to a nude beach? No babysat? I think so. donated clothing? Yes been ice skating? Yes played golf? Mini, yes. Regular, no. played tennis? Yes played netball? No played hockey? Maybe field hockey, I think. played basketball? Yes played cricket? No taken a self-defense class? No made a snow angel? Yes been out in the pouring rain? Yes ridden an electric scooter? Maybe. ridden a rickshaw? No been on a roller coaster? Yes stayed in a hostel? No stayed in a resort? Yes taken a train/subway from grand central station? I don't think so. been to a German Christmas market? No walked across abbey road? No been to a Greek island? No been inside a cave? I think so. eaten pizza in Italy? No eaten sushi in Japan? No been to Monte Carlo? No been on a plane ride over 10 hours long? Yes been to Croatia? No shot an arrow? Yes rolled down a really big hill? I think so. picked berries? Yes placed an item in a random person’s shopping cart? No had someone play with your hair? Yes been so drunk you almost threw up? No played ding dong ditch? No had a foam fight? No but it looks fun. gotten detention? No been in a newspaper? Yes (again, for something small). worn pajamas in public? Yes drunk alcohol in the middle of the day? No been stung by a jellyfish? Yes been in a haunted house/scary maze? Yes been served alcohol underage? No ran away from police? No climbed into a park in the middle of the night? No painted a room? Yes played beer pong? Without alcohol, but yes. played the lottery? Yes had a job? Yes run through sprinklers? Yes cried in the cinema? Yes made tie dye t shirts? Yes laid on a trampoline and looked at the stars? I think so. sat on a roof? Maybe. I'm not sure. cooked a meal? Yes slept in a hammock? Yes washed a car? Yes gone bowling? Yes been on a ferry? I don't think so. been to the natural history museum in London? No had a class reunion? No been to a water park? Yes been to a Michelin star restaurant? No been Christmas caroling? Yes held a hedgehog? No fed a penguin? I think when I was really young.

#survey #questions #you can also bold the ones you've done #bold survey

[thehueofdalan]

Been a little bit, here’s an assortment of OC art! From top to bottom, left to right: -Headshot of Pizza Tower-style Armie; drawn via Shake Art DX -Standard piece of Armie, with shades -Armie clad in a reverse-tie-dye t-shirt -Pixel art render of Armie in the Pizza Tower style, with game-accurate palette -My sona shoulderbashing Pepperman-style, -Headshot icon of my newest Mantafin OC Leif; made for his TH page. -Fully rendered scene with Leif in it, the prompt was to draw your manta character in a sunset landscape.

#traditional #digital #pixel art #shake art dx #algettian #personal species #armando laric (oc) #pinky #dalan #persona #mantafin #closed species #leif (oc)

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

077 of 2023

Have you ever?

been abroad? been to 4 continents? been to 5 countries or more in 1 year? been to a concert? gotten high? gotten drunk? made out with someone? (didn’t like it, though) thrown up in public? done charity work? stolen something small from a shop? got a trophy? ridden a horse? walked a dog? slept under the stars? slept in a bed with a guy you weren’t dating? went swimming with dolphins? went paragliding? went zip lining? went to a music festival? went to disneyland? had a massage on a beach? (what) went snorkelling? went white water rafting? jumped off a bridge into a river? swum in the river nile? held a snake? had a fish pedicure? seen the eiffel tower at night? been to times square at night? been to a tropical island? skipped class? smoked a cigarette? gone in the sea in your underwear? gone river kayaking? gone sea kayaking? walked the brooklyn bridge? been to buckingham palace? toasted marshmallows on a campfire? slept in someone’s garden? climbed a water tower? skied? hiked a mountain? went sledding? done a colour run? been in a mosh pit? fell asleep on the beach? been to japan? had a surprise party thrown for you? learned a foreign language? (yeah English lol) learned how to play an instrument? ridden an elephant? see big ben? abseiled off a cliff? rock climbed? had a pet? been surfing? been on tv? learned how to skateboard? made a snowman? seen a shooting star? jumped in a pool fully clothed? been in the sea while drunk? been to a hot spring? been to a dress up party? hugged strangers? meet someone famous? sung karaoke? sung in front of an audience? seen a musical at the west end? seen a ballet? been to a fun fair? seen the mona lisa in real life? been to top of the rock? wore a sumo wrestling suit? eaten puffer fish? got acupuncture? had a cake made for you? eaten caviar? eaten fois gras? (foie gras, check your spelling lol) eaten oysters? seen the leaning tower of pisa? seen the sagrada familia? know how to do a cartwheel? (yea but I can’t anymore) smoked shisha/hookah? been to a nude beach? babysat? donated clothing? been ice skating? played golf? played tennis? played netball? played hockey? played basketball? played cricket? taken a self defense class? made a snow angel? been out in the pouring rain? ridden an electric scooter? ridden a rickshaw? been on a roller coaster? stayed in a hostel? stayed in a resort? taken a train/subway from grand central station? been to a german christmas market? walked across abbey road? been to a greek island? been inside a cave? eaten pizza in italy? eaten sushi in japan? been to monte carlo? been on a plane ride over 10 hours long? been to croatia? shot an arrow? rolled down a really big hill? picked berries? placed an item in a random person’s shopping cart? had a guy play with your hair? been so drunk you almost threw up? played ding dong ditch? had a foam fight? gotten detention? been in a newspaper? worn pyjamas in public? drunk alcohol in the middle of the day? been stung by a jellyfish? been in a haunted house/scary maze? been served alcohol underage? ran away from police? climbed into a park in the middle of the night? painted a room? played beer pong? played the lottery? had a job? run through sprinklers? cried in the cinema? made tie dye t shirts? laid on a trampoline and looked at the stars? sat on a roof? cooked a meal? slept in a hammock? washed a car? gone bowling? been on a ferry? been to the natural history museum in london? had a class reunion? been to a water park? been to a michelin star restaurant? been christmas carolling? held a hedgehog? fed a penguin?

#survey #bolding survey #themed survey

[joeyskattebo]

The Far West chapter 3 part 8

like a lot of working people made not really want to go out and spend money and pizza and beer, though she needs the cheering up so she had accepted Raquel’s invitation; after Molly and Raquel get their giant slices of pizza and glasses of beer they join the trio at the table; Tom looks so out of place, so formal looking compared to how everyone else at the table is dressed; Raquel looks gorgeous in a black lace top and Molly looks causal in her Nirvana t-shirt, flannel and jeans; she looks at him with an odd look, and then the five commence socializing and eating pizza and drinking beer; Raquel and Molly sit next to each other and Katy, Paul, and Tom sit next to each other on the other side of the table that is against the wall:

“So what do you?’ Raquel askes Paul.

“Oh I drive cab for Pine Cab.”

“Oh nice,” Raquel responded.

“Cool, I’ve rode in one of those before,” Molly said looking at Paul and nodding; as she does so Tom looks at Molly and nods as well.

“Yeah I enjoy it,” Paul said still nodding.

“I bet you hate Uber and Lyft,” Tom said before laughing in a rather smug manner-he then takes a sip of cola out of a straw that’s in an white oversized paper cup with a plastic lid-the cup reads Pizza for Hire in letters that look like they are made out of pepperoni pizza-Tom is the only person at the table drinking soda out of a paper cup and not beer out of a glass; Paul, who is sitting in the middle of the trio turns slightly to his right to vaguely look at Tom:

“Noooooo,” he said in a rather confused manner; Tom elaborates his thought that no one has showed any interest in:

“Well according to Making Money Today Magazine, the Taxicab will no longer exist by 2025,” Tom says in a rather smug manner before taking another sip of cola while Paul rolls his eyes.

“If that happens I’ll just get another job man,” Paul said; Tom is surprised that no one at the table seems interested in him, since according to him, he is the most interesting person at the table; in a attempt to change the subject, Raquel notices that the tie dye hoodie that Katy is wearing has a strange looking person on it: he is a white man with long hair the color of apple juice, he is wearing a pair of large round sunglasses with one green lense and the other yellow, a yellow top hat, a green blazer with a yellow dress shirt with a green tie, yellow dress pants and green dress shoes and is holding a squire stick that is one half green and one half yellow:

“I look your hoodie,” Raquel said slightly amused.

“Do you know who this is?” Katy asked with a big smile on her face.

“No.”

“It’s Lemon Lime Ryan from Lemon Lime Ryan and his Super Freaky Good Times Band.” Raquel responded let a small giggle and Molly cracks a slight smile.

“Who is that?” Molly askes.

“Oh they are a great jam band, kind of like The Grateful Dead and Phish,” Katy answers with a large smile on her face.

“They’ve been pretty popular on the jam band circuit for a few years now,” Paul said before taking a bite of pizza.

[lilbazzi]

Missing the fuck out of this t shirt

#rad #rad t shirt #t shirts #tie dye #pizza #quotes #aesthetic

[everysongineverykey]

i think kris' nonbinary identity should be acknowledged in deltarune beyond just their pronouns, since it seems some people need it spelled out for them. for example:

* you look inside the clothes drawer.

* there's a striped tie-dye t-shirt at the top. from top to bottom, it's dyed yellow, white, purple, and black.

* your brother made this for you, years ago, after you came out. he wanted to support you.

he gave it to you with a messy ribbon, hugging you tightly. you grimaced at the scent of his flamin' hot pizza body spray.

* thanks, asriel.

* ...

* you shut the drawer quickly.

#deltarune #having Emotions today lads

[katiesbasement]

New shirt! Give pizza chance 🍕

#tie dye #pizza #tie dye shirt #t shirt #jj twigs #Chicago style pizza #pizzalover #peace sign #give pizza chance

[brokehorrorfan]

Pizza Party Printing cuts into a Cobra design by Jimmy Giegerich. It’s available to pre-order on T-shirts ($25), tie-dye T-shirts ($30), baseball tees ($30), tank tops ($25), long sleeves ($30), sweatshirts ($35), and hoodies ($40).

#cobra #sylvester stallone #sly stallone #80s movies #1980s movies #pizza party printing #jimmy giegerich #shirt #gift #horror #80s horror #1980s horror #george p. cosmatos #brigitte nielsen #andrew robinson

[incorrect-trolls]

types of people : trolls characters 

Poppy - unplanned road trips, life of the party, smiling at strangers, dancing in the rain, finding joy in the smallest things, yellow converse, strawberry milk, parades, everything is an adventure, trying to make everyone happy, rainbow sprinkles, natural leader, people-pleaser 

Branch - black coffee, quiet nights, earthy tones, slow dancing all by yourself, romance novels, heavy rains, overthinking, strong opinions on little things, good writer, easily stressed, likes structure and routine, social anxiety, trying hard to believe in good things and themselves

Biggie - fresh-baked bread, picking wildflowers, saving worms off the sidewalk, animal lover, a little shy, vanilla ice cream, good listener, polaroid pictures, warm sweaters, easy crier, the mom friend, soft-spoken, gives the best hugs, the first to forgive

Guy Diamond - stage lights, iced coffee, glitter on everything, good dancer, center of attention, bath bombs, way too many emojis, fashionably late, perfect selfies, rhinestone sunglasses, a little bit in love with everybody, “you’re obsessed with yourself” “and you’re not? sad. tragic”

Smidge - very athletic, a bit intimidating before you get to know them, intense as fuck, friends come first, competitive, quick temper, energy drinks, tie-dye T-shirts, tough as nails, hyper-focused and highly motivated, always wins at Mario Kart, “5′2 but my attitude 6′4″    

Satin - pink lipstick, pastel rainbows, always daydreaming, easily excited, writing in a diary, heart on their sleeve, pumpkin spice lattes, periwinkle blue, elaborate nail art, adventurous, keeping an open mind, frozen yogurt, gel pens, pink lemonade, fairy lights, head in the clouds 

Chenille - heavy makeup, high fashion, effortlessly elegant, french manicures, champagne, a bit standoffish, art museums and marble sculptures, cursive handwriting, faux-fur coats, silver jewelry, twelve-step skincare routine, too much perfume, pretends not to care but actually does

DJ Suki - music turned up so loud it gives you a headache, bangle bracelets, no makeup, bare feet, headphones always slung around the neck, heavy sleeper, low-maintenance, messy room, candy for breakfast, cut-off shorts, audiobooks, pepperoni pizza, letting the radio commercials play without complaint

Cooper - saturday morning cartoons, thrift shop clothes, hot fudge sundaes, staying in your pajamas all day, up for anything, loud laugh, knows what’s important to them and focuses on that, easy smiles, lazy sundays, blanket forts, rootbeer floats, peanut butter and jelly, gets along with everybody

Creek - down to earth, chill and calm 24/7, deeply spiritual, that friend who leaves you on read, morning person, stopping to smell the flowers, whistling while they work, hardcore vegan, forest ambience videos, yoga and meditation, green tea, in tune with nature, organic everything

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #not a quote #this is very silly but it was lots of fun!! everybody in the Snack Pack has wildly different aesthetics and #i liked tapping into that!!

[woofieprint]

#woofieprint

[imwritesometimes]

Thanks for tagging me @maderilien 💜🥰💜

rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

favorite color: blue but like a peacock teal blue (one wall in my living room is painted this color!) and soft but rich lavender purple (one wall in my bedroom is painted this color!)

currently reading: sadly, I'm just plucking my way through the BlackBonnet tag on AO3 currently and even then I haven't been able to dive into any actual long fics. I get to the end of my day when my brain is finally smoothed out enough to read and I can't get through much before I just crash 😔

last song: You Make Loving Fun - Fleetwood Mac (HA bet no one saw that coming🙄)

last movie: the last one I watched watched would probably be Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. There was a marathon on TV and I just put it on and let my brain melt and watched all of them but had to call it a night half-way through Crystal Skull lol

last series: OFMD 🏴‍☠️

sweet, spicy, or savory: Sweet/Savory

coffee or tea: Coffee first thing in the morning, tea the rest of the day if I want a warm beverage...

three ships: BlackBonnet, DinCobb, Marchly

first ever ship: goddd... like first couple I ever saw and was like YEAH! was probably Indy/Marion in Raiders of the Lost Ark? First ship I ever read fanfiction for sadly I couldn't tell you if my life depended on it I simply cannot remember.

currently working on: BlackBonnet WIP it's a dumb sappy thing idk when is my stuff not 🤷‍♀️ lol

favorite piece of clothing: this one has me stumped cause I'll be honest I don't think about my clothes much. I want them to be comfy and dark and that's about it but uhhh... idk my black ripped jeans? I have a grey & tie-dye Smokey Bear t-shirt I'm pretty partial to though idk... my robes I adore but idk I don't really consider them clothes lol I don't wear them out...

comfort food: Pizza or Plain pasta with grated parmesan cheese & lil butter

favorite time of year: Fall. It's not over 100 fckn degrees and my allergies are dead like they deserve and World Series Baseball 😍

fav fanfiction: there are literally too many to mention I cannot be serious enough about this. I've dabbled in too many fandoms over the years for a Sane person and my bookmarks reflect that but uhm I'll try to pick 3 that I loved recently from the Ships I listed earlier lol -By Any Other Name (BlackBonnet) wanted to just curl up & live forever in this fic -pieced together (one at a time) (DinCobb) really, really enjoyed this one omg -Send Me A Postcard (Marchly) this fic lives rent free in my mind at all times...

zero pressure tags 💜@readbythestarlight @softasawhisper @novemberhush @snikt-snack @afrenchwriter @chronically-shepard @ricochetoconnell & anyone else who'd like to give it a go...

#fun stuff!! #this was perfect to keep me awake so I can make dinner now 😆