He is so unfazed by this point. The wind? Sure, let's take a look.
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He is so unfazed by this point. The wind? Sure, let's take a look.
Same energy as:
I love them
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Jon wears a leather jacket to work. No one is immune.
Jon’s running late.
He doesn’t often run late. Ever since he got the promotion, he’s been working overtime- coming in early, staying late, sometimes not leaving at all. He had a mess on his hands, and its one he intends to fix.
So while it’s been some time since he’s seen Rosie at the front desk, it isn’t enough for her to do a double take. But that she does, her usually stoic face going red and her eyes widening in what looks like shock. That’s a bit dramatic.
“O-Oh!” She’s stuttering. Rosie never stutters. “G-Good morning, Jon. You look- you’re looking very nice today!”
That can’t be true. He slept through his alarm, something he hasn’t done in ages. He didn’t have time to comb his hair and decided to leave it in the messy bun from yesterday- at least it’s out of his way. He skipped shaving altogether and couldn’t find his usual cardigan, instead resorting to an old, beat up leather jacket from college. It’s seen better days, and it reeks of guilty cigarettes snuck in his most desperate hours. The picture of professionalism he is not.
“Um, okay,” is the only response he can think of giving, scurrying past her desk and down to the basement. He doesn’t have time to parse that interaction out, not when his assistants are probably already gathered round, gossiping about his absence. Sure enough Tim’s sitting on Sasha’s desk, smirking and whispering something as he walks through the door, keeping his head down with a grumbled “Good morning.”
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I blacked out after reading this fic and woke up with a drawing of the pic Sasha took
house of leaves is a book about a guy going insane over a guy going insane over a guy going insane and soon enough you're the guy going insane over the guys going insane
one fell first, the other fell harder
“you say you’ve been seeing eyes in the fog?”
quick doodle coz i've been obsessed with icarus since day one
icarus hades 2 is so funny to me. a character you don't even meet until you reach chamber 20 or 30-something of the SURFACE (which you can't get to at all until you're a few runs into the underworld) is the reason the protagonist is missing a limb. he's the person making the hammers melinoë's fated to utilize (because daedalus retired) but he's like hehe don't mention it, and just the fact that he shows up at all is hilarious because he just? got in the mood to fight in a war that involves gods and titans? you see heracles fighting around too but fighting is kind of his thing. icarus has wings, a few bombs and a crush, and damn if he's not gonna be doing some cool shit with that
some waxwitch wahoo
Casual conversations from before
They just won a fight
getting too close to the sun again
my love will fall with grace
“come here, you fool”
Oh my goodness it looks like someone came in and dropped all these highly suggestive waxwitch sketches!!!
year later, back on that hades2 grind