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▶:A talent of the Mun's (besides RPing, of course!)
Rubbing people the wrong way without meaning to? Dropping threads? Making messes? Procrastination?
I'm really only good at writing and studying and making bad decisions. ;coughs
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▶:A talent of the Mun's (besides RPing, of course!)
Rubbing people the wrong way without meaning to? Dropping threads? Making messes? Procrastination?
I'm really only good at writing and studying and making bad decisions. ;coughs
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♦:Relationship with your Muse.
Chuck and I.
Wow. Chuck and I have the most complicated relationship. He's like.. my little brother, my best friend, my boyfriend, my son. I don't know. I love him very much. He's a really special part of me, and he's been here so long that I sometimes go through old writing, from before I even knew who he was, and find pieces of him everywhere. He was here ages ago. We fight and bicker and occasionally slap each other but he's so irrevocably a part of me that I don't think I could ever, ever be without him again.
He's me but he's not and I'm him but I'm not (even though I do some really Chuck-like things) and. I really don't have words. I love my feisty Straya Ranger and he loves me -- even though he won't admit it until he's cracked into the moonshine.
1, 4, 8, 11, 12
weird headcanon thing
1. What they smell like:
Already answered bb~
4. How much time they spend getting ready every morning:
also already answered ._.
8. Favorite sport:
FOOTY. Oh gosh Chuck goes nuts for football. Proper Australian football. His favorite club is the Geelong Cats, and he will fight the bitch that says they’re not the absolute best. Joel Selwood is his fucking hero and do not even touch his Cats geurnsey. Just don’t.
11. A weird/obscure fear they have:
All of Chuck’s neurotic tendencies and phobias are pretty run of the mill, really. He’s not scared of anything that strikes as particularly weird. Though his aversion to cats is a little much at times.
12. The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail:
Chuck hasn’t been to a carnival or an arcade since he was still small enough where his mom was the one playing all the games for him. She was really good at the one where you spray the water into the clown’s mouth, and the ring toss, so Chuck’s pretty sure he’d be good at those too, but otherwise we really don’t know.
"You're all out of chocolate chips, flour, and shampoo." [Annoying brother-in-law time?]
"We let you watch the house for one weekend.
You had one job, Raleigh. You better have made cookies."
"Mister Becket. Word around the Shatterdome is that your birthday is today, is it not?" Hermann approaches the younger man, handing a small box with a pair of gloves. "I took the liberty of getting you a gift. Excuse the practicality of it...it's winter time and I thought a pair of gloves would be a good gift." He leans on his cane, awaiting Raleigh's response.
"Ahem...Happy birthday Mister Be-...Raleigh."
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15. Your muse forcing mine to wear an ugly sweater.
Chuck had seen some hideous fuckin' sweaters before, but this one beat the fuckin' band. He wished he had just kept the stupid lumpy brown one, even if it made him look like a chocolate bar, because anything was better than this.
"Is the pompom on the reindeer nose ... totally necessary?" he asked, holding up the hunter green monstrosity. If it weren't for the gold threads in the reindeer harnesses and the pompoms on their noses -- Maybe it wouldn't have been half bad. Chuck might've even worn it. Becket sweaters were always comfortable as sin, even if they were lumpy or a little ugly but --
This was just hideous.
"This is payback for the breakfast slinging incident, huh," Chuck said miserably. "Mate, you said it was okay, I don't -- I'm not wearing this. I fuckin' flat out refuse."
neverthoughtaboutthefuture replied to your post “[ Does anyone have any good tutorials on how to make graphics? I want...”
|| I find that the best way to learn is to take one step at a time. So, is there a particular thing you wanna learn to do? I use GIMP and I just sorta taught myself by not copying but emulating the feel of other things I had seen that I liked.
[ I have both photoshop and GIMP. Willing to learn on either...I just want the basics stuff like layers and colors before going in and playing around. I kinda want to make my own graphics since so many I find are awesome but are concerning ships I don't care for ]
♫ [we've never actually interacted much so why not oh dear]
Atlantic City - Bruce Springsteen
He thinks maybe, that he's not the person Raleigh wants to be here. That there's another set of chilly hands he wants beneath the weight of his jacket, cutting icy trails across heated skin.
But you can't always get what you want. Tony trails slick trails of second hand apologies against the salty skin, the tip of his nose cold and breath clouding in the miniscule space between them.
Everything dies. Maybe they'll die. Tony has poison in his skin and Raleigh has a death wish a mile wide and deep as the ocean. They're both falling, and Tony thinks that maybe he can cushion the fall if he pushes the kid tighter against the bricks, and doesn't let him escape to worse choices.
He'll happily be the worst choice Raleigh Beckett makes, if it keeps him safe. He's no guardian angel, but he's put enough blood and sweat and tears into Gipsy Danger to want to see her heart keep on beating in the battered boy beneath his fingers.