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There’s always music going in my head.
This morning. Inexplicably. It’s “Man’s Road,” from The Last Unicorn overlaid on a beat from a Katamari Damacy track. Not even one of the good songs, one of the weird ones where you’re waiting for stuff to happen.
I think I might have a type...
More often than not I find myself asking, “Hey. There are a hundred different characters in Date Everything. They’re all so unique and funny and cool. Some of them are just your type! So why, with all of these magnificent options, is your favorite the toilet.”
And I fail to answer, because I don’t know why. I just know that he spins around in my mind like he’s being microwaved and that’s just fine with me.
*sitting in train on way to uni*
what my brain is motivated for at the moment: hey how about you play threw the entirety of detective beebo to take a screenshot of all angles beebos hat is shown so you can recreate it?
The current mood while writing for the Orphan background.
Please applaud me. I have finally written and sent three emails I’ve been putting off since June.
Why yes, it did take less than 15 minutes.
Hmmmm *stares at my Temeraire OC* I no longer like your name...
Had the most random ass thought.
So Sevika. Right? She gets upset and depressed when thr people she cares about gets hurt. But she never fully cries. AT least not from what we've seen in the show.
HOWEVER.
Imagine this for me if you will.
Your her wife. You go out and something serious happens. And she finds like you laying in an alleyway hurt. Bleeding. Barely conscious. I could see her reacting in two ways.
Way one is she gets unbelievably pissed off. Not at you of course your her baby. But at the person or people who hurt you. She tracks them down like a dog and beats them to a bloody pulp. But not before making sure your safe.
Way two. Is she completely breaks down. Dropping her to her knees. Craddling you in her arms as she's actually crying. Tears running down her face as she's trying to fix up whatever injuries you have. Constantly talking to you. Calling you baby, doll, love, whatever nickname she can think of just to get you to talk to her.
THIS SHIT HURTS MY SOUL. to think about. The casual 1am thoughts that break your own heart as you think about them
