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#GOOD LORD THIS NANAMI IS MESSING ME UP ON THIS FRIDAY AFTERNOON #GLORIOUS #nanami

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hey,

as much as I love your creative beautiful mind, it's okay to do something that doesn't involve creating. you can spend time without getting a tangible product out of it, you do not need to monetize your every action, or have physical proof that the time you spent was meaningful. Please do nothing every now and then, I promise it's okay

#important

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Happy New Year!

#2024 #happy new year #may it be everything you want it to be

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English added by me :)

#funny stuff #i can't stop laughing at this #it's not even the first time i've watched it and it's always fucking hilarious

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Everybody stop what you’re doing RIGHT NOW and celebrate the last Out of Touch Thursday of 2020

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25 26 GIFs of Christmas ::     A Garfield Christmas Special (1987)

“Christmas: it’s not the giving, it’s not the getting, it’s the loving. There, I said it. Now get outta here.”

#garfield christmas is one of my all-time favorite christmas specials #people in my family still say “doc boy DOES have a point”

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Art by Joy Laforme | IG: joylaforme

#merry christmas all!

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#funny stuff #when i say that this completely turned my day around #i've been laughing at this for the last five minutes

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"Earth Angel" (Vash x Wolfwood)

This is the fic I'm working on for the @vashwoodbigbang! More chapters will be coming over the next week, but this is the first one. I'll also be reblogging it with a link to my AO3 if you want to subscribe for the other chapters.

Cut is for length, but also this story/chapter contains suicidal ideation and suicidal thoughts, so just be aware.

Prologue

As far as plans for suicide went, Wolfwood thought it was pretty solid, but he hadn’t imagined how much work would go into preparing for it.

He cleaned up the shelter first, because it was empty that night, empty since that afternoon when the cops came and shut the place down while he was meeting with the bank, like the pigs had been waiting for him not to be there, because there was no way he would have fucking let it happen. Then, he took all the papers regarding his life insurance policy and put them on the desk in his office. Then, he called Meryl’s phone number, knowing it would go to her answering machine.

“Hey, girlie. I know we’re supposed to meet tomorrow to talk about what kind of options we’ve got. I’m gonna be late, so just…let yourself in. The key’s on the door frame.” He allowed himself a smile. “I know your girlfriend can reach it.”

Those two…they had really done everything they could. They all had, hadn’t they? But at some point, everything might as well have been as much as nothing.

On the way to the apartment, he bought three slices of cheese pizza and two cans of Pepsi with the last five bucks in his wallet. He sat on the bench staring into the street, blurs of yellow taxis going past him, reminding him that he could have made this easier on himself. In this city, he could just walk out into traffic if he wanted to. He went over the numbers in his head, how much they would get from the policy, how far it would get them.

When it ’s all over, I wonder if I’ll get to see Livio again.

The pizza tasted really, really good.

When he got home, Wolfwood put out a huge bowl of food and water for his cat, Kuroneko, giving her a pet all the way to her tail even though she responded by smacking him with her paw. “Oh, you bitch,” he said fondly, putting his whole hand on her head and rubbing it until she let out a crackly mrowr of protest. “Don’t worry. I left my other keys with those two as well. And a note about how to deal with your mean ass.”

The cat stared at him with huge yellow eyes like moons, the pupils slits that cut down the middle. He waited for some sort of sentimentality, some understanding that this was an end between them, but instead she hissed and wandered off to the freshly-changed litter box. Oh well.

Wolfwood locked the apartment and pulled the door closed, running through everything in his head. If he didn’t really think about it, this just felt like he was going on a trip. Did he turn off the television? Was the oven on? Did he have the pills in his bag? The booze? Was there gas in his motorcycle? He knew where he was going: Hoboken. Because he didn’t know anyone in Hoboken. Which meant the person that found him wouldn’t be someone who knew him either.

The New York City sky was thick with clouds. It wasn’t like you could ever see the stars past all the light, but that there wasn’t even a moon out…somehow it felt better, that this wasn’t a perfect night. Something about that would have felt wrong: a perfect, clear night for suicide. Like when tragedy hit on beautiful blue days.

Not that this was a tragedy. This was the right thing to do. This was the one thing he could do.

And he was going to do it, he had steeled himself, he was ready to do it, mounting his bike and about to pull away from the curb and into the cool night…when a sound like a whale song being put through a faulty distortion pedal stopped him in his tracks. It was coming from the sky, and when he looked up, the clouds lit up. Lightning? No, the light was constant, and that sound wasn’t thunder…

Suddenly, the source of the bellow-screech broke through the sky, and Wolfwood didn’t have time to consider what it might be. It was round, and it was blinking, and it was definitely car-sized, and that was as far as his eyes could go because he was too busy moving out of the way because it was coming right for him.

“Shit!” Wolfwood dropped his bike to roll out of the way, and he could feel the air fly across his back as the object passed above him and into the alley between his apartment building and the warehouse next door. Part of his brain thought that there would be an explosion following the descent, but no, it was like whatever it was bounced between the walls, sending chips and chunks of brick into a cloud, and then skidded to a halt against the concrete end of the alley.

Slowly, Wolfwood stood up and walked forward, trying to get a look at what exactly he was facing. He realized as he moved past a busted dumpster and a broken set of crates that this thing did have wings that had gotten sheared off, and when he kicked one with his foot he wondered over how thin the material was. Almost delicate.

So it was a ship. Or a plane, maybe, but he’d never seen a plane like this. A jet, maybe. Some kind of government thing, or…

Nope. He couldn’t imagine there were government tests that involved men being completely naked, stepping out of the broken canopy of a wrecked ship like it was nothing, like it was as simple as getting out of a car. There was a glow coming from inside the ship, but it was beginning to blink, reminding Wolfwood of a flashlight about to go out. That’s what he was seeing now: a tall blond man, muscular, with wide eyes that were trying to take in his surroundings, the only thing shining from his face from where Wolfwood was standing. He was thin, and in the erratic beams from the bent light poles and the skewed spotlights that were used to keep the alley cleared at night, Wolfwood could see that one of his arms was a shiny metal, reminding him of a movie with robots from the future coming to Earth, or maybe like Star Wars when Luke got his hand with all the wires in it.

But those were movies. Those were movies, and this was real life, and this guy in front of him was a human. There was some kind of explanation, and—

Say something, idiot. “You okay?” Wolfwood asked, trying not to let his eyes wander because, again, this was a naked guy in his alley.

Those eyes snapped toward him, and that’s when the man started to glow. Not in one uniform way across his whole body, but with the light following marks all across his skin, for all intents and purposes as though they had been drawn on with a thick marker, a continuous squiggly line from his face to his toes.

“What the fuck are you?”

The ship made a wheezing noise, and the flickering light went out. Wolfwood looked down at it, and when he did, the stranger did as well and for the first time it was like he realized what happened. He made a distressed sound and searched around with the frantic kind of energy that Wolfwood recognized as the I can fix this! dance. He had danced that dance himself, more than once, and Wolfwood knew from experience that usually this ended without fixing anything.

“Yeah, uh…I don’t think that’s going anywhere, friend.”

And then, the man fixed his gaze on him again. This time, he could see his whole face, the glowing lines like a mask. But even beyond that, Wolfwood could make out his expression: lost, afraid, and looking for help.

He knew that face way too well.

The man slowly reached out his hand to him, hanging it in the air between them, and everything telling Wolfwood just to get on his bike and drive off was overwhelmed by the urge to take it.

Suddenly, from behind them came the sound of sirens from down the street. There were wheels screeching, and Wolfwood knew what was going to happen next. That was, again, something he had experienced way too much: cops showing up and making things worse.

He quickly crossed the few feet between them and grabbed the man’s arm. It was cold, and the light brightened where his fingers touched him. A thrumming emanated under the skin, less like a heartbeat and more like an engine. “Can you stop glowing?”

The stranger blinked, and after a second, he went out like a neon sign suddenly unplugged, leaving him looking very normal…if there was anything normal about being naked in an alleyway in New York City in the middle of the night. Wolfwood took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around the man’s waist, and then started leading him to the door to get back in…except he wasn’t with him. He was standing there, touching the leather jacket.

Wolfwood growled as he ran back to his side, pulling him by his hand. “Come on, needle-noggin! Do you want to get arrested?” He took him to the front of the building, unlocked the door and quickly shoved him inside, still holding onto him as he jumped up the stairs, out of sight as the cop cars pulled up.

Killing himself was clearly going to have to wait.  

#daytime rebagel

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"Earth Angel" (Vash x Wolfwood)

This is the fic I'm working on for the @vashwoodbigbang! More chapters will be coming over the next week, but this is the first one. I'll also be reblogging it with a link to my AO3 if you want to subscribe for the other chapters.

Cut is for length, but also this story/chapter contains suicidal ideation and suicidal thoughts, so just be aware.

Prologue

As far as plans for suicide went, Wolfwood thought it was pretty solid, but he hadn’t imagined how much work would go into preparing for it.

He cleaned up the shelter first, because it was empty that night, empty since that afternoon when the cops came and shut the place down while he was meeting with the bank, like the pigs had been waiting for him not to be there, because there was no way he would have fucking let it happen. Then, he took all the papers regarding his life insurance policy and put them on the desk in his office. Then, he called Meryl’s phone number, knowing it would go to her answering machine.

“Hey, girlie. I know we’re supposed to meet tomorrow to talk about what kind of options we’ve got. I’m gonna be late, so just…let yourself in. The key’s on the door frame.” He allowed himself a smile. “I know your girlfriend can reach it.”

Those two…they had really done everything they could. They all had, hadn’t they? But at some point, everything might as well have been as much as nothing.

On the way to the apartment, he bought three slices of cheese pizza and two cans of Pepsi with the last five bucks in his wallet. He sat on the bench staring into the street, blurs of yellow taxis going past him, reminding him that he could have made this easier on himself. In this city, he could just walk out into traffic if he wanted to. He went over the numbers in his head, how much they would get from the policy, how far it would get them.

When it ’s all over, I wonder if I’ll get to see Livio again.

The pizza tasted really, really good.

When he got home, Wolfwood put out a huge bowl of food and water for his cat, Kuroneko, giving her a pet all the way to her tail even though she responded by smacking him with her paw. “Oh, you bitch,” he said fondly, putting his whole hand on her head and rubbing it until she let out a crackly mrowr of protest. “Don’t worry. I left my other keys with those two as well. And a note about how to deal with your mean ass.”

The cat stared at him with huge yellow eyes like moons, the pupils slits that cut down the middle. He waited for some sort of sentimentality, some understanding that this was an end between them, but instead she hissed and wandered off to the freshly-changed litter box. Oh well.

Wolfwood locked the apartment and pulled the door closed, running through everything in his head. If he didn’t really think about it, this just felt like he was going on a trip. Did he turn off the television? Was the oven on? Did he have the pills in his bag? The booze? Was there gas in his motorcycle? He knew where he was going: Hoboken. Because he didn’t know anyone in Hoboken. Which meant the person that found him wouldn’t be someone who knew him either.

The New York City sky was thick with clouds. It wasn’t like you could ever see the stars past all the light, but that there wasn’t even a moon out…somehow it felt better, that this wasn’t a perfect night. Something about that would have felt wrong: a perfect, clear night for suicide. Like when tragedy hit on beautiful blue days.

Not that this was a tragedy. This was the right thing to do. This was the one thing he could do.

And he was going to do it, he had steeled himself, he was ready to do it, mounting his bike and about to pull away from the curb and into the cool night…when a sound like a whale song being put through a faulty distortion pedal stopped him in his tracks. It was coming from the sky, and when he looked up, the clouds lit up. Lightning? No, the light was constant, and that sound wasn’t thunder…

Suddenly, the source of the bellow-screech broke through the sky, and Wolfwood didn’t have time to consider what it might be. It was round, and it was blinking, and it was definitely car-sized, and that was as far as his eyes could go because he was too busy moving out of the way because it was coming right for him.

“Shit!” Wolfwood dropped his bike to roll out of the way, and he could feel the air fly across his back as the object passed above him and into the alley between his apartment building and the warehouse next door. Part of his brain thought that there would be an explosion following the descent, but no, it was like whatever it was bounced between the walls, sending chips and chunks of brick into a cloud, and then skidded to a halt against the concrete end of the alley.

Slowly, Wolfwood stood up and walked forward, trying to get a look at what exactly he was facing. He realized as he moved past a busted dumpster and a broken set of crates that this thing did have wings that had gotten sheared off, and when he kicked one with his foot he wondered over how thin the material was. Almost delicate.

So it was a ship. Or a plane, maybe, but he’d never seen a plane like this. A jet, maybe. Some kind of government thing, or…

Nope. He couldn’t imagine there were government tests that involved men being completely naked, stepping out of the broken canopy of a wrecked ship like it was nothing, like it was as simple as getting out of a car. There was a glow coming from inside the ship, but it was beginning to blink, reminding Wolfwood of a flashlight about to go out. That’s what he was seeing now: a tall blond man, muscular, with wide eyes that were trying to take in his surroundings, the only thing shining from his face from where Wolfwood was standing. He was thin, and in the erratic beams from the bent light poles and the skewed spotlights that were used to keep the alley cleared at night, Wolfwood could see that one of his arms was a shiny metal, reminding him of a movie with robots from the future coming to Earth, or maybe like Star Wars when Luke got his hand with all the wires in it.

But those were movies. Those were movies, and this was real life, and this guy in front of him was a human. There was some kind of explanation, and—

Say something, idiot. “You okay?” Wolfwood asked, trying not to let his eyes wander because, again, this was a naked guy in his alley.

Those eyes snapped toward him, and that’s when the man started to glow. Not in one uniform way across his whole body, but with the light following marks all across his skin, for all intents and purposes as though they had been drawn on with a thick marker, a continuous squiggly line from his face to his toes.

“What the fuck are you?”

The ship made a wheezing noise, and the flickering light went out. Wolfwood looked down at it, and when he did, the stranger did as well and for the first time it was like he realized what happened. He made a distressed sound and searched around with the frantic kind of energy that Wolfwood recognized as the I can fix this! dance. He had danced that dance himself, more than once, and Wolfwood knew from experience that usually this ended without fixing anything.

“Yeah, uh…I don’t think that’s going anywhere, friend.”

And then, the man fixed his gaze on him again. This time, he could see his whole face, the glowing lines like a mask. But even beyond that, Wolfwood could make out his expression: lost, afraid, and looking for help.

He knew that face way too well.

The man slowly reached out his hand to him, hanging it in the air between them, and everything telling Wolfwood just to get on his bike and drive off was overwhelmed by the urge to take it.

Suddenly, from behind them came the sound of sirens from down the street. There were wheels screeching, and Wolfwood knew what was going to happen next. That was, again, something he had experienced way too much: cops showing up and making things worse.

He quickly crossed the few feet between them and grabbed the man’s arm. It was cold, and the light brightened where his fingers touched him. A thrumming emanated under the skin, less like a heartbeat and more like an engine. “Can you stop glowing?”

The stranger blinked, and after a second, he went out like a neon sign suddenly unplugged, leaving him looking very normal…if there was anything normal about being naked in an alleyway in New York City in the middle of the night. Wolfwood took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around the man’s waist, and then started leading him to the door to get back in…except he wasn’t with him. He was standing there, touching the leather jacket.

Wolfwood growled as he ran back to his side, pulling him by his hand. “Come on, needle-noggin! Do you want to get arrested?” He took him to the front of the building, unlocked the door and quickly shoved him inside, still holding onto him as he jumped up the stairs, out of sight as the cop cars pulled up.

Killing himself was clearly going to have to wait.  

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"Earth Angel" (Vash x Wolfwood)

This is the fic I'm working on for the @vashwoodbigbang! More chapters will be coming over the next week, but this is the first one. I'll also be reblogging it with a link to my AO3 if you want to subscribe for the other chapters.

Cut is for length, but also this story/chapter contains suicidal ideation and suicidal thoughts, so just be aware.

Prologue

As far as plans for suicide went, Wolfwood thought it was pretty solid, but he hadn’t imagined how much work would go into preparing for it.

He cleaned up the shelter first, because it was empty that night, empty since that afternoon when the cops came and shut the place down while he was meeting with the bank, like the pigs had been waiting for him not to be there, because there was no way he would have fucking let it happen. Then, he took all the papers regarding his life insurance policy and put them on the desk in his office. Then, he called Meryl’s phone number, knowing it would go to her answering machine.

“Hey, girlie. I know we’re supposed to meet tomorrow to talk about what kind of options we’ve got. I’m gonna be late, so just…let yourself in. The key’s on the door frame.” He allowed himself a smile. “I know your girlfriend can reach it.”

Those two…they had really done everything they could. They all had, hadn’t they? But at some point, everything might as well have been as much as nothing.

On the way to the apartment, he bought three slices of cheese pizza and two cans of Pepsi with the last five bucks in his wallet. He sat on the bench staring into the street, blurs of yellow taxis going past him, reminding him that he could have made this easier on himself. In this city, he could just walk out into traffic if he wanted to. He went over the numbers in his head, how much they would get from the policy, how far it would get them.

When it ’s all over, I wonder if I’ll get to see Livio again.

The pizza tasted really, really good.

When he got home, Wolfwood put out a huge bowl of food and water for his cat, Kuroneko, giving her a pet all the way to her tail even though she responded by smacking him with her paw. “Oh, you bitch,” he said fondly, putting his whole hand on her head and rubbing it until she let out a crackly mrowr of protest. “Don’t worry. I left my other keys with those two as well. And a note about how to deal with your mean ass.”

The cat stared at him with huge yellow eyes like moons, the pupils slits that cut down the middle. He waited for some sort of sentimentality, some understanding that this was an end between them, but instead she hissed and wandered off to the freshly-changed litter box. Oh well.

Wolfwood locked the apartment and pulled the door closed, running through everything in his head. If he didn’t really think about it, this just felt like he was going on a trip. Did he turn off the television? Was the oven on? Did he have the pills in his bag? The booze? Was there gas in his motorcycle? He knew where he was going: Hoboken. Because he didn’t know anyone in Hoboken. Which meant the person that found him wouldn’t be someone who knew him either.

The New York City sky was thick with clouds. It wasn’t like you could ever see the stars past all the light, but that there wasn’t even a moon out…somehow it felt better, that this wasn’t a perfect night. Something about that would have felt wrong: a perfect, clear night for suicide. Like when tragedy hit on beautiful blue days.

Not that this was a tragedy. This was the right thing to do. This was the one thing he could do.

And he was going to do it, he had steeled himself, he was ready to do it, mounting his bike and about to pull away from the curb and into the cool night…when a sound like a whale song being put through a faulty distortion pedal stopped him in his tracks. It was coming from the sky, and when he looked up, the clouds lit up. Lightning? No, the light was constant, and that sound wasn’t thunder…

Suddenly, the source of the bellow-screech broke through the sky, and Wolfwood didn’t have time to consider what it might be. It was round, and it was blinking, and it was definitely car-sized, and that was as far as his eyes could go because he was too busy moving out of the way because it was coming right for him.

“Shit!” Wolfwood dropped his bike to roll out of the way, and he could feel the air fly across his back as the object passed above him and into the alley between his apartment building and the warehouse next door. Part of his brain thought that there would be an explosion following the descent, but no, it was like whatever it was bounced between the walls, sending chips and chunks of brick into a cloud, and then skidded to a halt against the concrete end of the alley.

Slowly, Wolfwood stood up and walked forward, trying to get a look at what exactly he was facing. He realized as he moved past a busted dumpster and a broken set of crates that this thing did have wings that had gotten sheared off, and when he kicked one with his foot he wondered over how thin the material was. Almost delicate.

So it was a ship. Or a plane, maybe, but he’d never seen a plane like this. A jet, maybe. Some kind of government thing, or…

Nope. He couldn’t imagine there were government tests that involved men being completely naked, stepping out of the broken canopy of a wrecked ship like it was nothing, like it was as simple as getting out of a car. There was a glow coming from inside the ship, but it was beginning to blink, reminding Wolfwood of a flashlight about to go out. That’s what he was seeing now: a tall blond man, muscular, with wide eyes that were trying to take in his surroundings, the only thing shining from his face from where Wolfwood was standing. He was thin, and in the erratic beams from the bent light poles and the skewed spotlights that were used to keep the alley cleared at night, Wolfwood could see that one of his arms was a shiny metal, reminding him of a movie with robots from the future coming to Earth, or maybe like Star Wars when Luke got his hand with all the wires in it.

But those were movies. Those were movies, and this was real life, and this guy in front of him was a human. There was some kind of explanation, and—

Say something, idiot. “You okay?” Wolfwood asked, trying not to let his eyes wander because, again, this was a naked guy in his alley.

Those eyes snapped toward him, and that’s when the man started to glow. Not in one uniform way across his whole body, but with the light following marks all across his skin, for all intents and purposes as though they had been drawn on with a thick marker, a continuous squiggly line from his face to his toes.

“What the fuck are you?”

The ship made a wheezing noise, and the flickering light went out. Wolfwood looked down at it, and when he did, the stranger did as well and for the first time it was like he realized what happened. He made a distressed sound and searched around with the frantic kind of energy that Wolfwood recognized as the I can fix this! dance. He had danced that dance himself, more than once, and Wolfwood knew from experience that usually this ended without fixing anything.

“Yeah, uh…I don’t think that’s going anywhere, friend.”

And then, the man fixed his gaze on him again. This time, he could see his whole face, the glowing lines like a mask. But even beyond that, Wolfwood could make out his expression: lost, afraid, and looking for help.

He knew that face way too well.

The man slowly reached out his hand to him, hanging it in the air between them, and everything telling Wolfwood just to get on his bike and drive off was overwhelmed by the urge to take it.

Suddenly, from behind them came the sound of sirens from down the street. There were wheels screeching, and Wolfwood knew what was going to happen next. That was, again, something he had experienced way too much: cops showing up and making things worse.

He quickly crossed the few feet between them and grabbed the man’s arm. It was cold, and the light brightened where his fingers touched him. A thrumming emanated under the skin, less like a heartbeat and more like an engine. “Can you stop glowing?”

The stranger blinked, and after a second, he went out like a neon sign suddenly unplugged, leaving him looking very normal…if there was anything normal about being naked in an alleyway in New York City in the middle of the night. Wolfwood took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around the man’s waist, and then started leading him to the door to get back in…except he wasn’t with him. He was standing there, touching the leather jacket.

Wolfwood growled as he ran back to his side, pulling him by his hand. “Come on, needle-noggin! Do you want to get arrested?” He took him to the front of the building, unlocked the door and quickly shoved him inside, still holding onto him as he jumped up the stairs, out of sight as the cop cars pulled up.

Killing himself was clearly going to have to wait.  

#my paperfics #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #vash #wolfwood

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🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

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A short compilation of Genos' little " :o " when he has an interaction with his sensei

Chap 17 - Sparring :o

Chap 24 - Giant Meteor :o

Chap 28 - Since it's raining :o

Chap 85 - Power :o

Chap 155 - Results :o

Oh, and of course, this

That's it. Thank you for reading.

#one punch man #saigenos #it always brings me back #so good

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knivesmeryl puppygirl training for @/heidsters on twt!

#knivesmeryl #trigun #i have no words #i ADORE this #so damn cute pls

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just because someone is your favorite character doesnt mean theyd have the same moral alignment as you. wheatley from portal wouldnt say "my pronouns are he/him, thank you for asking!" hed say "what uhh. what does that mean. um. you mean the nouns im most "pro" at is that what youre saying? i like to think im pretty pro,, at all nouns really. umm lets see... apple, kazoo, bubble, happy, door, umm... cake. not too fond of cake really i think its alright but. not my Favorite. if it were up to me though id eat a whole cake in one sitting. if i were a human. not a human, clearly. also not sure if id, know what cake even tastes like. if i tried it. no tastebuds. no Mouth... no. hole. anywhere on my body. haha um,, well anyways id. id say im pretty Pro Nouns. dont see why anyone wouldnt be... what? you mean what i Go By? what do you. ohhhh. ummm. the male ones. the male pronouns. if i can remember what they are... definitely the ones for guys. manly men. like me. pretty sure im a man,,," and you need to accept this

#portal 2 #wheatley #i miss him #i love him #my toxic round little boyfriend

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manga vs anime

#jujutsu kaisen #it has been glorious

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Honestly, what does sibling coding actually MEAN?  Ignore the misuse of coding for a second.  You tell me they are sibling coded and I learn absolutely nothing about their relationship

If they are friends and get along too well, they are sibling coded.   If they bicker/fight, they are sibling coded.  Clearly resent each other over something? Ya guessed it sibling coded.

Maybe the reason there is no consistant set of ‘sibling coded behavior’ is because IRL siblings can have any relationship dynamic.  

#that's it #there it fucking is #this is the best response to that i've ever fucking seen #every clap gif #i get super squinty whenever I see any ship or character being described as 'coded' by anyone other than the creators #because honestly it feels like it's used a lot to say 'this is the valid reading of this ship/character' #'and if you disagree you are disagreeing with an intrinsic part of the relationship/character design' #anyway please excuse the disco horse