As a bi man I honestly can’t stand it when somebody’s only justification for a ship being better than an m/f ship is it being “gay”
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As a bi man I honestly can’t stand it when somebody’s only justification for a ship being better than an m/f ship is it being “gay”
Remus pushed the door open slowly, though he silently willed it not to creak - he had to put a lot of power into it. Virgil did enjoy Halloween-style creepy cliches. He stood in the open door, his eyes darting into shadowed corners. If Virgil was in his room, he was off doing something else. Perfect. Remus just had to not get distracted...
He just had to not think about Morality being captured by a giant spider; not to think about if Virgil came back and found him and leaned to fight rather than flight and strangled him with the bedclothes; not to imagine imagine taking his morningstar and swinging it at Virgil over and over again while demanding to know why.
Remus stopped and took a breath. That last had caught him off-guard. He supposed it was only to be expected - if Roman was justice, he was vengeance, but it still made his hands shake a little when Dee or Virge or his brother crossed his thoughts.
He charged on, crossing the room to the closet. If he took something fro the bed, Anxiety would know. Well, maybe knowing something was taken from the bed would make him come back, but it would only be long enough to get his things back before he left again. Remus opened the closet and looked up. There were a number of blankets on the shelf, mostly in the black that was typical of their ignored corner of the Mindspace - accent colors only for the Dark Sides. Remus’s hands spasmed on the closet doors as he remembered his brother’s designation of them. Morality tripping down the stairs and finally shutting up about good and bad - now there was a thought. He reached up, easing a blanket off the top and making sure nothing under it was obviously disturbed. He closed the closet and sunk out to the common room.
Deceit was right where Remus expected - on the sofa, with the Office bloopers running on the TV. Dee’s eyes were fixed somewhere beyond it. They came into focus when Remus stepped in between.
“I’ve got a present,” he announced.
Immediately, Deceit grimaced. “I’m so excited.”
“Oh, relax, it’s not stinky.”
“Is it bloody?”
“Nope!”
“Not stinky or bloody?” Deceit asked skeptically.
“Correctamundo.”
“Remus, not stinky or bloody describes everything in your possession.”
“Well, that’s true,” he mused, easily replacing ‘everything’ with ‘nothing’. “I never said it was my possession. Just that it was a present.”
“Stolen goods always end well as presents...”
“We’ll probably lose it eventually,” Remus agreed. He finally pulled the blanket into view and shook it out. All of Virgil’s blankets were long and wide to make good cocoons - and, once upon a time, to fit all three of them beneath. This one in particular was a thin fleece with simple purple stitching around the edges for decoration. Deceit reached out (hands bare in the safety of his own space), pinching the blanket between his fingers and rubbing it. His scales caught on the fleece and he made a soft noise, trying to release it. He hissed when it did not immediately come away. When he had freed himself, Remus sat beside him and drew the blanket around them, trying to arrange it so it wouldn’t catch on Dee’s scales again. He reached up and flicked Dee’s hat off, admiring his hat hair. Dee gave him an angry glower, but didn’t say anything or reach for his hat. Remus slumped down, all his weight against his partner. And there they sat, tangled together in Virgil’s blanket, his smell wafting around them. Remus tried to ignore it when Deceit began shaking. Remus was not good at ignoring things.
“Dee...” Maybe they could apologize to Virgil. Maybe they could drag him back even if he kicked and screamed. Maybe they could kill the others so that Virgil was all theirs again.
“Don’t.” Dee shook his head. Remus hugged him tighter and tried to forget everything.
I was absolutely not prepared for how precious this combo would be holy shit
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2021.09.08 panda gomm’s twitch livestream:
he tells producers to send their beats for feedback
playing beats by flivo (other korean producer)
he likes the synth sound, like in *plays song by 070 shake*
that retro sound
more ppl sent songs, they sound like hongwon or ashi fans^^
i don't understand the feedback
i like the song by someone called joo hwamin
panda: "oooooh" "it's much better than i thought" (he likes it too :D)
playing:
honne - what would you do?
s+c+a+r+r - the rest of my days. he likes everything this artist does, he has a cyber avatar like gorillaz
lsd - genius feat. others
the black skirts - two days
mf doom - deep fried frenz
also.....houston beat the thorns who beat ncc in the only 2 matches so far in knock out w regular time goals.......
Always a little awk when someone makes what they think is the Most Inclusive post and then there’s nothing about Asian people :/