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Not today Justin
titsay
occasionally subtle
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
i don't do bad sauce passes
blake kathryn
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Three Goblin Art
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DEAR READER
Andulka
Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.
if i look back, i am lost
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KIROKAZE
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@incorrect-doramitsu
Draken: Hey, do you think spiders think we're gods? You know, 'cause we control the light and the water and sometimes we just appear out of nowhere.
Mitsuya, sighing: It’s three in the morning. Please let me and the spiders sleep.
Draken: I’ll face down a hundred delinquents armed with pipes, but I will not fight a grandma for the last discounted roast chicken at the supermarket. That's a battle you just can't win.
Mitsuya: So we're having cereal for dinner. Again.
Mitsuya: For our anniversary, I was thinking we could do something romantic. A nice dinner, maybe a moonlit walk...
Draken: Or, and hear me out, we could build a pillow fort in the living room and see how many instant noodle cups we can eat before falling asleep to a cheap soap opera.
Mitsuya: ...I'll get the pillows.
Draken: Is it possible to be emotionally attached to a spatula? Because I think I’ve lost my favorite one and I'm not okay.
Mitsuya: It’s in the dishwasher. Please don't have another crisis.
Mitsuya: I'm going to the craft store, do you need anything?
Draken: A reason to live.
Mitsuya: They don't sell that.
Draken: Okay, then just get me some of those weirdly satisfying googly eyes.
Draken, staring at the ceiling: If you punch yourself and it hurts, are you strong or are you weak?
Mitsuya, pulling the blanket over his head: Draken, it's 3 AM. The answer is you're an idiot. Go to sleep.
Draken: This is it, Mitsuya. This is how it ends. Tell Mikey... tell him he was always the biggest pain in my ass.
Mitsuya, handing him an ice pack: You stubbed your toe on the coffee table. You're not dying.
Mitsuya: Why does the kitchen smell like burnt toast and regret?
Draken, holding a fire extinguisher: Listen, in my defense, I thought "defrost" was just a suggestion.
Mitsuya: Okay, I have the shopping list. What's your job?
Draken: CROWD CONTROL. Anyone who tries to take the last good avocado will learn the meaning of fear.
Mitsuya: Okay, the recipe says to separate four eggs.
Draken: Right. Separate them. From what? Their families?
Mitsuya: ...From the yolks, Draken. Separate the whites from the yolks.
Draken: Got it. [He cracks all four eggs into the bowl, then starts trying to fish the yolks out with his bare hands.]
Mitsuya: What are you doing?
Draken: What does it look like? I'm emotionally scarring these yolks so the whites won't want to hang out with them anymore. It's called strategic separation.
Draken: Stop looking at me like that.
Mitsuya: Like what?
Draken: Like you’re about to make me fold laundry against my will.
Mitsuya: Well, guess what it’s time for.
Draken: You’re mad at me, aren’t you?
Mitsuya: No, I’m just quietly evaluating if I married a functional adult or an overgrown toddler with tattoos.
Draken: That’s unfair. I am a well-decorated toddler.
Mitsuya: Can you fix the sink?
Draken: I’m not a plumber.
Mitsuya: You can rebuild an engine from scratch but not tighten a pipe?
Draken: Engines don’t spray water in my face when I insult them.
Mitsuya: Can you hold this fabric while I cut it?
Draken, holding fabric like it’s a newborn: Okay.
Mitsuya: Why are you cradling it??
Draken: You told me to respect your work!
Mitsuya: You can’t just threaten people with a wrench whenever you don’t like something.
Draken: That’s my emotional support wrench.
Mitsuya: I hate that you said that so seriously.
Draken: Why are you stealing my hoodie?
Mitsuya: It’s mine now.
Draken: But—
Mitsuya: Already wearing it, even if it smells like bad decisions and engine oil.
Draken: ... Thanks?
Draken, staring at the ceiling: If you iron a four-leaf clover, do you press your luck?
Mitsuya, without missing a stitch on the garment he's sewing: Please go to sleep.