#galaexic

[windheir]

hugmhmmghhhhhhh...............

[bunnieresources]

could... could i request a jade harley psd... ur fluttershy psd is. a Lifesaver truly

djhdfhjdsf ty...

harley   psd    !          light green, faint yellows.

harley   psd   .........   2    !!!!!!          bright green, vibrant.

[twodoomed]

yknow like...... bork

[ramaid]

she has two hands @galaexic @grimoirror

[miststyle]

cozening replied to your post: @galaexic @hxntr  jade   ,   gon   &   muichiro ...

akira eats them

all  three  of  them  beat  up  akira   (   so  do  the  frogs   )

[timaeuse]

@galaexic said: hey dirk can you spell icup for me?

he’s wise to your games, harley. even so, he will not be defeated. dirk clears his throat and starts making just the most horrific gargles and clicking noises, brow pulled in concentration. once he stops assaulting the ears of anyone in a ten mile radius, he cocks his head. “You meant in Alternian, right?”

[timeknght]

         you know --- you’ve never actually sat down & discussed things with most people; not like how you do with jade ( maybe it’s something about time & space, maybe it’s the constant push & pull that comes with the two --- you’re very well tied to her in a way nobody is. ) SURE; you can talk to rose, to karkat, to john, but they’re not jade --- nobody is.

         “you know,” you say ( starting off the same as your thoughts, huh? ), and the words just start tumbling out like they always do, the universe’s grand plan to make you look like a fool, “you ever think about how shitty our guardians were? like, two idiots with a bad case of dyslexia and with their heads stuck in the sand, just meanderin’ about face-first. who the hell let ‘em raise us? paradox space? jeez, i want a refund, i didn’t pay jack shit to get raised by an asshole --- like, christ, didn’t yours just kinda... leave you on your own on a fuckin’ island in the middle of nowhere?”

[golgoterror]

@galaexic liked for a drunk starter!

     Jake absolutely reeks of alcohol and can’t even begin to fathom walking in a straight line. Why he opted to stop by Jade’s humble abode is anyone’s guess. Regardless, he’s gripping the door frame in the least obvious way he can -- leaning on one side, over his arm, while the other grips at the opposite. Whether he looks as smooth as he feels is up for debate, but by the haziness covering his eyes and the shakiness of his legs, he’s probably giving himself too much credit.

     There’s a long pause when he sees the other, the goofiest smile he’s ever conjured up plastered from ear to ear. (Quite possibly just as plastered as he is, if that’s possible.) Finally, his soft giggles die down, and he lifts his chin. “Jadey. Fancy seeing you here.” He’s deliberately ignoring the large fact that he’s at her home. “Have you got a second or t -- or two? I’ve -- I’ve got a -- a proposition. If I dare t’take more than three of your seconds, I’ll be a m -- a monkey’s uncle.” Those weres are blurred together into one slurry mess, but it’s the best he could get out currently. Not that he seems at all phased by this.