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[yellowrcses]

   // cont. from here! | @file-fnd​

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  Tommy likes to think that no matter how long it's been since he and Tubbo could really call themselves best friends, he knows Tubbo's tells. And he knows for a damn fact the smaller is lying to him.

  A quick glance down reveals no bandage on either of his hands, nothing to give away a cut. And the splatter wasn't quite right for a cut-- more like... more like a cough. Tommy's unfortunately familiar with what a bloody cough looks like. He's experienced it too often, really, especially when he was a kid. It's a very distinct feeling, and a very distinct look.

  "... I do, yeah. How, um... how do you remember that, but not the fact that I know your tells, Tubbo?" He hauls himself onto the kitchen counter, starting his friend down. "Why is there blood in the sink, Tubbo?"

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   // @file-fnd​ asked: You don’t look so good. - tommy

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   --> “Who the fuck are you?!” Tommy sputters, adjusting his crutches a bit to step away. Is... is that him? Why is there another him here? Is Dream pulling some new bullshit...?

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   // @file-fnd​​​ asked: “ who did this to you? “ - tommy  twin!au

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   --> “No one, don’t worry about it.” His face hurts, but it’s fine. He doesn’t want to worry his brother.

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"so, papa, there's this guy..." sophie @ jack

@file-fnd / sophie -> jack

“ oh, mija! ” jack beams, and of course, he BEAMS. an arm wraps around sophie’s shoulders, pulling her in close.

jack is grateful sophie is comfortable sharing something as vulnerable as this with him - he knows he can be a little intimidating at times. his mind wanders to the beginning of his own relationship with rosemary, how terrified and timid he used to be. he only hopes his daughter has chosen someone who cares for her as much as he does for her mother.

“ well, go on … what is he like? is he good to you? ” her father shifts to be in front of her, hands places firmly on her shoulder. his tone lowers,

“ you’re being safe? ”

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❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ mike sch @ afton

HA! the businessman chortles at the boy, expression faltering as he attempts to minimize any offense. ‘steve’ hums, a finger taps at his lips thoughtfully, knowing he needs to choose his words carefully.

“ look, i know you’re young … so take it from me, ” he draws on, hands working dramatically with his statement as he sits back in his office chair.

“ being tired isn’t nothing. it’s kind of the opposite of nothing — if you wanna do this job right, you need to be alert, y’know, aware … you’re a security guard, ” he reminds bluntly, adjusting his aviators.

“ i get the night shift isn’t ideal, but you’re gonna have to find a way to make it work if you want this to work out. ”

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▸   @file-fnd   ⟶   ❛  “i’m so embarrassed. i wish everyone else was dead.” - tweek @ craig  ❜   ╱   (  futurama , accepting .  )

Craig bit the inside of his cheek to fight off the laughter in the back of his throat, but it did very little to prevent the spread of his shit-eating smirk.  “Everyone else?  Well, hey, that’s a step above yourself.”  He would much rather have Tweek homicidal over the alternative.

But given the other’s murderous intent, Craig knew Tweek wouldn’t find the whole ordeal as humorous as he did.  For the sake of not landing in the crossfire and being the exception to ‘everyone,’ he should have kept his amusement tamped down and better hidden.  Despite, a snicker escaped him, and he threw a hand in front of his mouth in a vain attempt to catch it.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, looking much too jubilant for sincerity.  “It’s just…”  The effort it took to withhold his laughter kicked his voice up an octave.  “…your fucking face…”

[troublcmakcrs]

▸   @file-fnd​   ⟶   ❛  “what’s the point of living if i can’t say ass?” - kenny @ either uwu  ❜   ╱   (  futurama , accepting .  )

“And shit,” Craig noted, “and fuck and piss and goddammit,” which was apparently a more severe swear than regular ‘dammit,’ according to Christians.  He leaned back in his desk chair, tearing his eyes away from his game, the mesmerizing uptick of neon green numbers in the bottom right corner, and looking up at the ceiling instead.

Swiveling back and forth slightly, he carried on: “Bitch; cunt; dick; stupid, cocksucking whore.”  Then, he grinned and turned to Kenny sitting on his floor.  “If people didn’t want us to use ‘em, they should try coming up with words that hit even half as hard.  It does suck about professionalism in a lot of places.  They’re just words.”

He rolled his eyes and went back to his game, pulling open the ‘Education’ tab and scrubbing through university buildings.  “Luckily, this is a safe space, so you can say whatever you want.”