Apr 22, 2020
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@greyhoundone asked: Bill Potts + Complementary Colors
i-fought-space replied to your post “Your twenties are a fucked-up time. This one time my friend asked if I...”
er i mean
Sorry, I’ve eaten too many jelly doughnuts and it’s overshare o’ clock. Anyway it was a long time ago, and they’re divorced now, so I can be open about the fact I really did not like her as a person even before I found out she was keeping him from talking to any of his friends, even the ones who weren’t in love with him, so fuck her.
greyhoundone replied to your post “Your twenties are a fucked-up time. This one time my friend asked if I...”
I'm sorry for your emotional distress but I have to say how cool it is that you went to a con as Blind Mag!
It is now long enough ago I can make jokey posts about it on tumblr, so I guess I’m alright now, even though I’m not going to lie, it was one of the most painful times of my life. More to the point, I looked really good!
For the headcanon thing, comics!Clint Barton?
What they smell like: Surprisingly comforting, like fabric softener and coffee grounds.
How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): Yep. When the coffee crash hits, preferably cuddled up with his best friend Lucky.
What music they enjoy: Things he used to own on cassette. There’s an old Soundgarden shirt in his wardrobe that still makes regular appearances. Probably also The National.
How much time they spend getting ready every morning: Does this shirt smell clean/are there no visible food stains? He’s trying.
Their favorite thing to collect: Those little rubbery monster finger puppets. He had exactly one (1) when he was a kid and managed to hang onto it well into adulthood.
Left or right-handed: Which bow and arrow hand is which?
Religion (if any): Given his upbringing, it’s doubtful he grew up with anything in the way of religious observances, so no. Veers into nihilism when things are going super shitty.
Favorite sport: Archery.
Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc): No but like, what’s special about this city’s pizza and how does it stack up to New York?
Favorite kind of weather: A clear day, the kind of light breeze at most. Makes for easy arrow shootin’.
A weird/obscure fear they have: That as soon as he lets himself be totally happy and okay that he’s going to fuck it up. That shit is hard to let go of, man. Why can’t I just say things like “balloons” or “mayonnaise” for this one? Why do I have to say sad things?
The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: Any of the ones that involve hitting a target with a thing, because… Hawkeye.
greyhoundone replied to your post “Our brother and nephew can’t come over for film night due to snow so...”
Dodo and Jo meeting?
Thanks. :)
“I’ll just pop to the ladies, Mike!” Jo said, losing him among a crowd of nightclubbers. Mike waved her off and she walked to the back of the club, and into the toilets. She sighed when she realised there was a queue forming outside only two cubicles.
“Typical!” she said, nudging the woman next to her. “I bet the men’s loo doesn’t have this problem.”
The dark-haired woman smiled. “I’ve been waiting here forty-five minutes.”
“Forty-five!?”
The woman laughed. “Just havin’ you on! Only five but I’m bursting for a wee.”
Jo started to shimmy back and forth. “Jiggle about a bit, jump up and down, that’ll help.”
The woman held out her hand for Jo to shake. “Thanks for the advice, I’m Dodo by the way.”
“Dodo? That’s unusual, parents fans of dinosaurs are they?”
“No, just a nickname, short for Dorothea.”
“Well I’m Jo, short for Josephine.”
There was a moment of silence as Dodo glanced over Jo’s white knee-high platform boots. “I love your boots, they’re fab!”
“Aww thanks darling and I love your cap, suits your pixie cut, gorgeous! Wish I had a face for hats.”
“You do!”
“Thanks for that. My friend Mike was probably pulling my leg when he said I don’t. That’s him over there,” she said, pushing the door open and pointing him out. “He’s the one talking to that man at the bar.”
“He’s cute.”
Jo laughed. “Well I won’t tell him you said so, we don’t want him to think that, do we?” She let out a throaty laugh.
“He your fella?” Dodo asked.
“No, no, great man but not my type, excellent to go out for the night with though.”
“Hope we don’t spend all night in here, I’ve got my dance moves ready,” Dodo told her, “waiting to show everyone a thing or two.”
Jo nudged her again. “Me too. We’ll have to have a boogie together later if we ever get out of loo purgatory.”
“Fab!” Dodo said. “Though I’m having a bit of a dance in here now if this queue doesn’t hurry up!”
greyhoundone replied to your post “Alrighty, gonna get a package!”
My sister in Illinois once ordered a nail wrap from Utah, and it went through Hawaii, Guam, and D.C. before reaching her a month later.
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please please tell me you’ve seen the Guam Cookies post
@greyhoundone That makes sense. I was half expecting it to be something weird, like... WizardPrince. 😂
Over the Garden Wall, which I can only assume is about a group of elves who set off on an adventure and encounter magical beasts in a search for the true meaning of autumn.
Huh. Elves no, the rest of it... I never thought of it that way, but kind of yes.
I think you thought elves probably because Wirt is dressed up as a gnome. I don’t think I’m giving too much away when I say Wirt canonically decided to dress up as a gnome that day.