MUN'S FAVOURITES. Tag 10 people you want to know better !
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Favorite color(s): Purple, but I also look really good in green
Song stuck in your head: I'm Heading Out (Of My Mind) by Dan Bull
Last song you listened to: Soliton by Steam Powered Giraffe
3 favorite foods: I've gotta agree with Xelyn on the sushi, then stroganoff, and also right now mochi has been a go to treat
Dream trip: Getting my passport and seeing some of Canada would be nice, and then I'd get a chance to visit one of my cousins who lives in Washington state too
Anything I want rn: A better desk. The one I have now is way too small for how I use it
Tagged by: @silver-blooded-synthetics
Tagging: @desolationtrial, @pl1200, @bleedingviolet, @detroitstokenasshole, @sacrificedforthecause, @the-wonder-wall
and anyone else that want's to try too! I tried not to tag if I saw someone else already tagged you <3
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Barry was hungry. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, as he could just grab some snacks from the kitchen, but he was watching a movie, and he was comfy. He really, really didn’t want to try and wriggle back to where he was now
“Phantom?” he called out hopefully.
A white glove emerged from the wall behind him, dropping an unopened bag of chips on top of his head. When Barry reached up to grab it, he saw that it was salt and vinegar, which explained why it was still uneaten. Phantom seemed to refuse those chips under all circumstances.
Barry didn’t really get it, because salt and vinegar was awesome, but that didn’t really matter. The point was, Phantom was a great person, even if he probably wasn’t human, and it didn’t matter if Barry hadn’t ever actually seen more of him than his arm, and he had told Barry his name by leaving a piece of paper on a table when he turned his back for three seconds after asking if there was a name for the ‘friend in the walls’, as Wally had called him.
“Thanks, Phantom!” The hand stuck itself out the wall again, forming a thumbs up.
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Diana had found a bit of a problem. It wasn’t a big one, and was honestly more of an annoyance than anything, but her paper copy of Earth’s current standing with all known alien civilization was missing. She could get access to it again in a few hours, once the security upgrade to their computers was finished, but she had been intending to review it for a few weeks now and could use the extra time.
An idea came to her suddenly, and Diana quietly asked, “Phantom? Are you here?” In answer, a chilly breeze blew through her hair. He was, then. “By any chance, would you happen to have seen my copy of th-” Interrupting her, the very papers she was looking for appeared out of nowhere on her desk. A green sticky note was stuck to it, reading ‘This? Sorry for taking it, but it was really interesting’
Diana smiled, hopefully in the ghosts direction. “Yes, that. If you want, I could see if I could get you your own copy?” Another green sticky note appeared on top of the first, this one just oozing the feeling of happiness. ‘YES PLEASE!!!’
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Bruce… didn’t really know what to do about the teenager floating just outside the Watchtower. He looked like Phantom, from the few times anyone had actually seen the ghost, and he appeared to be enjoying himself in the vacuum outside instead of dying painfully, which was another point of evidence for that theory. Unsure of what else he could do, he knocked on the window on the off chance that he could get Phantom’s attention that way.
The ghost immediately vanished from view, and a strong, freezing cold breze blew in from the direction of the window Phantom had been outside. Bruce shivered violently from the unexpected chill.
Next time he would leave Phantom alone. Being out in space seemed to make him happy, and it was best not ruin that.
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thoroughly delighted and amused that there is more than one graffito from ancient pompeii that says ursi me comedant, or "let the bears devour me"
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Tango: Oh how sad, seems like everyone has teamed up already. I guess we have to pick Skizz as our third
Cleo: Tango I'm pretty sure half the server is teamless-
Tango, slicking his hair back with lithium chloride: oh I can't believe we're stuck with Skizz. How horrible for this muscley man to be our only option. Such sadness.
Cleo: Tango.
Tango, applying lipstick: Look I don't make the rules here Cleo now get in the boat we're going to love island
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Okay I know reading cap's mind doesn't work but what if Billy's mind wasn't as protected. Like imagine if the jl got shunted into Billy's mind (idk he wasn't answering his comm so they went to check and got waylaid by sivana or something) and like.
Captain marvel, THEIR all powerful world famous behemoth of a man, sitting at a little fancy tea table, sipping from a floral tea cup: what are you doing here
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*throws this at you at the speed of sound and runs away* I just want you to know how unwell your description of fantasy Wally and Home makes me. An intimate relationship with no fathomable label!?!!?!!! One of them is a creature/demon of void!?!!!!!??? They love each other but not quite romantic maybe not platonic but perhaps a secret third option!?!?!!!!! :DDDD!! ANYWAY! here ya go!
Plus an uncovered version
Took an artistic liberty or two for style, hope you don’t mind
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I’ve mentioned it before but I’m a fucking sucker for unhealthy dependent relationships. There’s just something about them that is so. Chef’s kiss 👌
Anyway I’m still thinking about how Law was so attached to Cora and was so traumatized by his death that he literally devoted thirteen YEARS of his life to revenge killing Doflamingo. Even though all Cora ever wanted was for Law to just be free and live his life happily. And Law spending all his time in a hateful revenge spiral is literally the exact OPPOSITE of what Cora wanted for him. BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE. If the thirteen years of endless devotion to avenging his savior wasn’t enough Law 1. Named his pirate crew the Heart Pirates in honor of Cora, 2. Covered himself in permanent heart-themed tattoos in honor of Cora, and 3. Fashioned his Jolly Roger to be a mockery of Doflamingo’s and ALSO to honor Cora. Homie is a walking memorial for a man he only really knew for six months and again crafted the most intricate plan known to mankind to murder Cora’s killer. Because losing Cora fucked him up THAT much. Because even though Cora set him free, the moment Doflamingo shot him Law was chained to the memory of a man who no longer existed. Law literally fashioned his entire life down to his own appearance after Cora and it makes me so insane. I cannot even imagine what went through his head after Dressrosa I mean how do you move on after a thirteen year grudge is put to rest. What is he supposed to do now. Avenging Cora was literally his entire existence, his entire reason for living for half of his life. He needs therapy probably. If Cora somehow ever did come back to life Law would lose his fucking mind. The dependency is SO unhealthy and I am SO here for it
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