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no let me understand what the fuck is going on ` all day long ive been trying to goon and i get distracted EVERY SINGLE CHANCE they get ` why does everyone need my help specifically when im trying to goon LET ME GOON

#im so fucking tired #sorry but everyone sorry first #let.#me.#goon.

I still giggle whenever I see this

#goon.#rift <33 #I have so many screenshots

@lagoon-lurker // from this :

Apples are hard. But Unferth’s head turns out to be harder. When it hits, it bursts, and the three tailing him pause mid-conversation - yup, Unferth hadn’t even thought about his surroundings. He picked up an apple from the dumb fruit bowl and impulse ruled.

He almost topples back, but his hand hits the pool table, and he keeps upright.

(Behind him, Minerva, Goon and Dun all but bolt out of range of these two.)

Unferth can’t laugh. It’s stuck in his chest.

So what comes out is more of a volatile, humerous bark.

There’s no apples left, so he takes the damn orange instead and aims for the throat. It’s excessive but there’s fucking apple in his hair.

…. ….

“If it was strawberry, ya coulda said Unferth was ‘strawberry blond’.” Dun is muttering jubilantly to Goon and Minerva, who look unnerved.

grendel’s mouth is agape, because it always is. agape since the day he was born -- around Men, at least; men and their meat and their silly games. nothing of human nature has changed. he realizes this the longer he lives. nothing’s changed and nothing will ever change. it’s wonderful. it’s horrible. he feels like baby grendel, vitriolic and sordid, revenge sought in the shell of a fucking fruit.

except he doesn’t catch the orange. it lodges itself right into his open maw and gets stuck, showing visibly in the pouch of his throat.

his eyes bug out. his cheeks go purple. beats himself in the belly, and then the chest, panic-inhaling through the pathetic slit he calls a nose. stares at unferth the entire time -- desperate, at first, and then angry; and then, when the thing finally goes shooting out of his mouth and rolling across the ground, covered in slime, he’s laughing again. unferth can’t, but grendel has to laugh. holds his stomach, kicks his stupid feet, lays on his back, pink in the face.

dun is there. so is the girl. so is the tall one. holly, too, rolling her eyes like she’s grown sick of him ( she hasn’t, yet ). but grendel looks right at unferth, like he’s the only person in the room, and promptly extends his middle finger -- or, rather, the index finger of a three-toed hand.

“ you ain’t no strawberry blond, aye-op. ”

snickering. licking his teeth. god forbid anybody say it, but when grendel’s having fun, he’s kind of sweet.

“ you’re a fuckin’ Mott’s Fruit Medley. ”

he can hear the apple juice dripping behind his ears.

#unferth.#dun.#goon.#minerva.#im fuckin crying

"Why do I have to pay to look human?! Why do I have to look human!? Why do I have to look human in a community of not-humans!? Why am I in that fucking community -" Goon. Goon, Gren doesn't have these answers. "Why are your feet pointy?!"

“ we live under an oppressive society that profits off of our inability to live without their stupid fuckin’ magic ‘n maximizes their exploitation of us instead of using the- -m resources to find a more effective fuckin’ method of protectin’ the place. we have a choice between impri– -sonment and poverty. it’s a metaphor for capitalism, goon. CAPITALISM, goon !! GARBAGE !! ”

POUND FIST ON BARTOP. COUGH. HACK. WHEEZE.

“ – AND GOON !! I !! HAVE !! C L A W S !!!!!!! ”

#ic.#goon.#UIEFHBEKGRJMSLDGHY

❝ Were you born like this? ❞

“ i don’t see what the fuck else i could’a been born like. ”

happy, maybe. human. normal. socially acceptable. morally sound. to parents – or even just one parent; really, he would’ve taken just one – whose love he never had to doubt. really. he could’ve been born as anything. he could’ve not been born at all.

sometimes, he thinks shit would’ve been easier, that way.