So I zoomed in on this screencap and I can’t quit giggling.
I mean…
THE LOOK ON SWEET’S FACE!!! 🤣🤣🤣 That man doesn’t trust Mole with that weapon one iota and I don’t blame him lmao!
AND LOOK AT MOLE!!! That is one adorable, derpy little borb of a man that should NOT be armed with an automatic gun! Omg I love it!
AND HELGA AND ROURKE! Looking at each other like—
Rourke: “Are you ready for some serious shit to go down, Lieutenant?”
Helga: “Yes sir!”
I wonder how many times they gave each other this look before going into a fight or a mission? They’ve totally got each other’s backs in this moment. No wonder Helga didn’t see the later betrayal coming… Damn…
Two evil badasses over here. I want to Gibs slap them both for being jerks but they’re tall and I’m only 4ft10. 😅😭 Plus they’d kick my butt for even trying. Yet, you could also argue that they’ve sunk low enough for me to reach. Still love them though. 🥰 (Idk I have a headache and I need to go to bed).
sending you twenty asks in a row. thinking about how DtD changes Gideon because he grew up with a family and actually has had a support system his whole life. and thinking about now since Gideon's dynamic is flipped, what if Kremy never really got away from Garou and inversely has become a worse version of himself compared to DtD Gideon being more ethical
oh dtd kremy would be so so skeevy. like where normal kremy is morally grey but tends to do the right thing in intense situations (like jumping into lakes to save drowning pretty men) dtd kremy would be worse. i like to imagine him getting close to gideon tho, learning to love and it bringing out the better in him, but right as he makes those big character arch changes, he dies tragically.
(this can only happen for dtd bc it's an au i would sob hysterically if they ever did my babygirl like that)
I am tired af, I have my co.rus.cant skyline ambience on, and yet I'm dreading sleep.
All because of tomorrow, I mean, we need this, we need it to happen but a part of me is so scared that they will face little to no consequences for their actions and I seriously don't know what I'm going to do or how I'm going to react if that happens.
We've been waiting 3 long stressful years for tomorrow.
I wish I could sleep.. I'm going to try my best to get some shut eye :\
I'm hoping with the ambience, that when I close my eyes I'm transported to a dream world where I'm just with An.a.kin..existing....
I don't want to be left tossing and turning and awake about tomorrow.
(tw: depression, negative thoughts - short little thing that's, as always, incredibly self-indulgent)
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When Mikey slips in through your window, he's babbling excitedly about something. It isn't until he walks to the other side of the bed where you lay and sees your face that he stops, his joyful expression twisting into shock and then worry.
"Hey," he murmurs, crouching down in front of you. He waits for you to look at him before he continues. "What's wrong?"
You don't answer his question, instead asking one yourself. "What are you doing here?"
His brow creases, and his lips tug down into a frown. He searches your face for a long moment before he responds. "You haven't been to the lair in a few days. I wanted to see you."
You hum in reply, looking back at the wall you've been staring at for at least an hour now. Nothing has changed. Same wall. Same shadows growing longer as the day slowly turns to night. Same pit in your chest, threatening to swallow you whole.
Mikey swallows audibly, shifting a bit in his crouch. "Can I help?"
Of course he'd ask to help. Of course he would. Sweet, kind, caring Mikey. Literal ball of sunshine. And now he's looking at you like that, and it's all your fault. As fucking usual, it's your fault.
He really shouldn't be wasting his time here with you.
"No." You glance at him again, wishing that you weren't the reason he looked so upset right now. Wishing you could fix it. Wishing a lot of things. "I'm just tired."
That makes his brow crease further. Makes his frown deepen. "Have you eaten?"
"Yeah," you lie, looking away again to stare at the wall. Same wall. Nothing different. Nothing ever fucking different. He's still staring at you. "I'm fine, Mike. Just not up for hanging out with everyone right now."
He studies your face for a while longer. Whatever he sees, he doesn't comment on it. With a small grunt, he pushes himself up and disappears from your view.
You're not sure if you're relieved or not that he's leaving. You don't get time to think about it, though, before the bed dips behind you and an arm curls around your waist.
Mikey presses himself flush against your back, his forehead resting against the spot between your shoulder blades. It's... nice. Really nice. But he shouldn't have to stay here and take care of you. He has better things to do, you're sure.
"I told you I was fine, Mike."
"I know." He holds you a bit tighter, taking a slow, deep breath. "And now we're fine together."
You open your mouth to argue, but. You just can't.
