Things I'm so normal about after trigun:
• Motorcycles
• Angels
• Sunglasses
• Knifes????
• Couches!!!!
• Whiskey????
• Spaghetti
• Geraniums
• donuts i guess goddamn
• even CROSSES
• guns obviously
• cigarettes
• this is getting out of hand
• speaking of which
• hands/arms of course
• scars
• like literally every song i listen to i'm like "that's vashwood"
• i need therapy after this shit
• just the word "tomorrow"
• how am i supposed to be pretend to be normal after this????????
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I'm gonna be on train for a couple of days (and then for a couple of days a week later), so if anyone has some simple ideas of what i can draw tdim-related (aside from Jamie on her bday), it'd be great if you sent them
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ok. icebreaker-type question. imagine time travel exists, but all of the serious super big things that likely come to mind when time travel is a factor is stuff youre not “qualified” for, as a civilian. what stupid, petty, thing do you use time travel for?
personally, i’d buy this one limited-time pin from a con i had no chance of going to, and also buy some transformers animated toys while they were still being sold.
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Danny got comfortable on the roof, leaning froward with anticipation.
A silent thump and a person slid next to him, Danny barely gave the red head a glance.
"Any reasons to be on the roof at night?"
He shushes the vigilante, eyes not leaving the spot. It has Roy crouching next to him, watching as well.
Out of nowhere, a vampire looking fella flew around wildly, not far behind a ginger woman on a hoverboard, flying after him.
The Lady is shooting lasers with deathly accuracy, the man (?) dodging barely. It had Arsenal hum at the show.
"That's my mom." Danny points at the lady. "The guy she's hunting keeps harassing me so she took matters into her own hands."
Cheshire Cat lands not far away from the two, head tilted with a silent question that had Roy nodding and she is leaping away to the next roof once more.
"Why not call the authorities?" He asks, appearing less tense and more friendly to the teen.
The kid whistles sharp with a grin before answering.
"Tried, unfortunately, he's super rich with influence and connection. So here we are." He shrugs.
While they watch the chaos a bit longer, Roy ignores the insisting buzzing from his comm, Cheshire Cat probably alarmed Oliver by now.
He looks up when Danny stands, stretching.
"What was your name again?" He quirks his brow with a smile.
"I don't remember telling you."
Roy rolls his eyes, joining the teen to his feet. "So?"
"Danny."
He steps off the roof before Roy can react, a shout building up, until he sees the kid sitting on the hoverboard of his mother, her hand ruffling his hair.
"See ya, Arsenal."
They're long gone when Arsenal huffs, laughing.
"Until next time, Danny."
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okay you know what my roman empire is?
the fact that teen dan howell became a fan of/fell in love with phil when he was posting the most deranged unhinged videos on the internet. like this was pre mainstream youtube. this was before "hello guys smash that like button" youtube. teen dan howell saw this
and was like "i need to wait until i turn 18 to message this guy and stalk him". like broooo
the way people say it is like "yeah, phil was a youtuber and dan was a fan" and it makes you think that phil was like a modern day sponsor-friendly youtuber with an instagram following and a brand. but that is so detached from the truth. like youtube itself was an obscure website and like dan saw this unhinged weirdo's videos and fell in love with him. like.. ahhhhhh i am not okay
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i've been hyper-focused on the beach kisses for two weeks, but decided to revisit the pre-intimacy kiss and fully lost myself in it again. because like...
the way they move as one and hold onto each other so tightly. the way they share so many different thoughts and words simply through their gazes alone. the way stede doesn't proceed without explicit consent from ed, and the way ed gives him a legitimate little nod to signal his ok. the way they both ease towards each other at the same time, and meet each other right in the middle.
the way ed immediately reaches his hand around stede's neck and tugs him impossibly close, effectively making their bodies just melt into one another's. the way stede's hands drop from ed's collar when their kiss begins, and the way ed's hand follows one of his down—intertwined. the way ed reaches his other hand around stede's back, fully embracing him and holding him in a way he's probably always wanted to, holding him in a way where nothing bad could ever possibly reach stede again. the way stede threads his fingers through ed's hair, cradles the back of his head so tenderly.
the way such touch, intimacy, and love comes so naturally to them. the way they've both been so deprived of it, yet with each other, it's like coming home. the way it just clicks, it just makes sense, it just happens so beautifully...
and the way it chases away the bad—turns poison into positivity.
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