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[logicdefyingcrayon-blog]

companion cubes || joel!

She'd been rushing for this con, and that was a little bit irritating, because usually, she trolled around in costumes that she but a lot of work into. Instead of wanting to recycle a costume, she'd found an Aperture tank top, a highwaisted orange skirt with a cardigan to match, and her Chell knee-highs and called it good when she was packing. It was comfortable, and if she was walking around in it at a con, she wasn't going to die. It was just really fortuitous that she happened to be wearing it when she did her photo-ops and a fan brought her a Curiosity Core that they'd made.

Balancing the softie atop her head as she weaved through the flood of con goers, she tried to step out of the way of a person much taller than her, ending up catching her foot and falling instead. Awesome. Definitely great that she wasn't actually in costume then.

[allsystemsgooutonthefloor]

Alternate Dimensions || Joel & Joel

Joel yawned slowly as he strode through his penthouse, towards his computer. He almost didn’t notice the mirror he passed by, but when he did, he made a puzzled expression and turned towards it. Something wasn’t right about this mirror. It looked funny; the glass seemed like water, not the face of a mirror. He examined it for a minute, watching his reflection as he reached out to tap the mirror, and—

His hand went directly through the glass, as if it really were water. He frowned, tilting his head and sticking his arm in a bit more, which seemed to have been a bad idea. The object sucked him in almost immediately with a yelp of shock, dumping him on the floor of what looked to be his own penthouse. He looked around slightly, hiccuping and furrowing his eyebrows, making an odd noise as he came face to face with… Himself?

"What the fuck?"

[breakupandfallapart-blog]

boycott love

Following Tyler -because he actually knew where they were going and Josh was maybe not paying attention to the instructions that they'd been given-, Josh could kind feel the bounce in his step. Shocking, because it was 90 outside, really sunny, and he was in his skeleton hoodie. And Tyler's tights, but still.

Tyler was rushing, and Josh was following, and he really wasn't sure how it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was running into someone that was just a little bit taller than him. Or had they run into him? He wasn't too sure. 

Ty was checking to see if he was okay, but Josh's concern was apologizing to the other person. Except it was kinda hard to do that when hazel eyes like that kinda had him like a deer in the headlights. "A-are you okay?" he managed to stutter out, vaguely registering anything happening around him.

[vagabondtattooshop]

Professional Griefers || Joel & Charlie

It was Fight Night, and it was one of the biggest UFC matches he's ever done. He was excited, ecstatic even. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he bounced slightly, glancing up at the television screen every now and then to watch for his cue, despite having two bodyguards to tell him when to walk out.

Charlie stretched himself out, twisting and turning and baring his teeth in a little growl. His opponent was in the next room, though he assumed he was simply laying back, believing he'd win this match. If Charlie won, he'd become the youngest champion in UFC history. True, the opposing party had more experience and fewer losses and more wins... But the tiny mechanic wasn't far behind him, with only five losses in challenge to his... Damn, he'd lost count. He had a helluva lot more won matches, though. Still not as many as Joel.

His attention snapped to the television screen, grinning as his two guards-slash-escorts parted from their places by the wall and flanked either of his sides, and they stepped from the small room, making their way to the cage as the televisions broadcasted their profile cards.

[vagabondtattooshop]

SOMEONE DO A PROFESSIONAL GRIEFERS THREAD WITH CHARLIE

IN CASE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT PROFESSIONAL GRIEFERS IS

EDUCATE YOURSELF.

[vagabondtattooshop]

Welcome to Vagabond || Joel & Charlie

Max looked up quickly as the little chime above the door sounded out, smiling brightly as a man walked in. He waved lightly, if not somewhat timidly. "Hi! Welcome to Vagabond!"

Almost immediately, a significantly shorter, though slightly older man turned around the corner, smiling brightly and cutting off Max mid-sentence; he didn't mean to, it was just a bad habit he had when he wasn't busy. "Inked or pierced, sugar?"