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i got the sims back so i’m playing it. i’ll be on tomorrow.
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❝You’ve traveled a long way to improve yourself. You’ve learned how find your way by the stars and now you’ll be taking up horseback. The places you’ll be going to after your time in Agrbah, it all sounds so WONDERFUL.❞
“have you ever ridden a horse before? i had once as a boy with my father.” a small smile toward her as her kindness spread deep into his tired bones. “i could show you which stars are the most important.”
#i wrote with them on my noodle(GORILLAZ) blog AND THEY ARE FANTASTIC FOLLOW!!!
i just saw this?? you’re wonderful!
" DO I AROUSE YOUR IRE, FOOLISH SAMURAI. "
he slowly backs away. “uh..” does he have to answer what seems to be a loaded question?
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everything jack says is Iconic™ and i dont think his dialogue gets enough credit
@demon-slcyer said:
//NO SUCCING IN MY LOBBBY
//IM CALLING THE. POLICE
oh boi
da police
when she’s giving u the succ and doesn’t stop
Brooklyn 99 Sentence Starters
“I was trying to shield you. Do you know how much stress I’ve been under lately?”
“Shut your dumb poem mouth!”
“He’s so suave. Does anyone else get a little bit of a gay vibe? No? Okay.”
“Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot.”
“He likes putting away bad guys and he loves solving puzzles. The only puzzle he hasn’t solved is how to grow up.”
“Has anyone ever told you you look just like a statue?”
“Who doesn’t bring their phone with them into the bathroom? That’s like the whole reason to go in there.”
“So, you want to feed the bad guys a lot of soil?”
“I think this is where Batman’s parents got killed.”
“I appreciate the offer, but I work best alone. Except when it comes to sex. Actually, sometimes including sex.”
“No hard feelings, but I hate you. Not joking. Bye.”
“Start taking care of yourself again! I miss those gross, overly large muscles!”
“How are we going to get past them without a gun fight?”
“No one asked you to take your shirt off. Stop volunteering to take your shirt off.”
“Baby, I’ve got some bad news. Someone painted a giant penis on our minivan.”
“Don’t arrest him. Just smack him. Hard. With a phone book on a body part no one can see. Know what I’m saying?”
“Maybe it’s just old person gunk. You know how old people always have that gunk on them.”
“We don’t need guns. I have a lighter, okay, we get some hairspray, make some flame throwers. Let’s fry these bitches.”
“Alright, we’re outnumbered and unarmed.”
“Wait! Before you say anything, I want to guess what happened based on your face. Someone died. No! You won a prize. I’m not getting better at this.”
“---”
&& NOODLE
🎸 • Noodle blinked at his defense. She hoped she hadn’t offended him and she was a little worried she had until he offered for her to sit down.
She sat down in front of him, legs crossed and hands folded over her lap. She gave him a soft smile when he said his mother had sewn it for him. ❝ You must live in a traditional household. I admire that. ❞
A waiter came by to check up on the strangers drink and ask her what she wanted. She smiled up at him and asked for some hot chocolate. Once he left she continued: ❝ Not many go so far as to keep their tradition through and through. And your mother seems to be an astounding seamstress! ❞
She shook her hand. ❝ Ah, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Noodle. ❞ She bowed her head in respect and gave him another large genuine smile.
“I suppose I did. Sadly my mother no longer sews my kimonos.. I have to fix them myself.” He returned her smile for a moment before returning to his green tea, nodding at the waiter when asked if he needed more hot water.
“In this place it is hard to even find a semblance of tradition. I do not like it at all. There is too much going on and even more that I do not understand.” His hands rest on the table now, fingers intertwined. “You however seem different, you know of tradition even if you don’t show it.”
Another small smile, his head bowed in return. “The people of this time call me Jack. It is nice to make your acquaintance Miss Noodle.” He tried to stifle a small laugh however, he’d never met anyone named after food; let alone noodles.
&& LADY.
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🎸 • Emerald eyes were wide, baffled by such an imagery bestowed upon the scenery. A character incredibly foreign to the land and time period was drinking tea outside the small restaurant.
The kimono seemed authentic as did the sword. Though she was curious as to why they had these on them. A cosplay maybe?
Looking through her phone’s schedule notes to make sure she didn’t miss anything, she then made her way onto the patio and cleared her throat to get their attention. ❝ Excuse me. Where did you get such an authentic kimono? Are you here for a convention? ❞
His thin brows quirked up at her questions and his eyes grew wide for a few moments. He set his cup down for a moment and raised a single brow in her direction.
“Con-- Convention? My mother made my gi a very long time ago.. Why do you ask such strange questions?” A flash back to his childhood as his mother sat cross legged on the floor, her thin hands holding both clothe and needle as she sewed and hemmed his kimono.
“I haven’t had the time to fix it today,” he points a finger to the torn hem and sighed. “Would you like to sit? If you’re tired of course.” He still kept a hand near his sword in case she was an agent of Aku.
You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.
Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)
jack is well practiced in the arts of bujutsu, budo, koryu, and various others. in the future however he learned kung fu and boxing, but hardly uses them.
before being thrown out of his own time and after jack wrote/continues to write poetry. considering samurai where noble born and often taught in the classical arts poetry was his favourite although he found of calligraphy as well
look at this majestic samurai.
like for a starter while i make icons