#anyways though

His heart beats like a drum, like a drum, dam dam dam

tehe

Anyways uhm

NOOOOOOOO REINA GET UP GIRL NOOOO (I say like I didn't do this to her by writing her lore to be this way)

That pipe after falling through her torso (which was the killing blow) : 🥺😇😂

Also pose right here

okay, off the bat i want to detail uniform variations and alterations you can see. those being tom wearing a sweater vest as opposed to the robe and abel having a special hood. otherwise it’d just be wearing the uniform differently (like the way dot doesn’t tighten the tie or tuck the shirt)

my question is, what are the limitations for what can be changed? also, given that tom wears that sweater vest, are there variations based on dorm? and what would they be? it’s not like the color aligns with adler’s color, or any dorm color for that matter, so?? or maybe it has to do with the fact that he’s the duelo team captain? or maybe it doesn’t matter at all because you can still tell the difference between dorm uniforms without the robe???? i am Confused.

Case and point, he managed to make thousands of people become genuinely emotionally attached to a Minecraft egg and his character of the grieving father, going through all stages of mourning and becoming murderous in his grief- in about a weeks time.

And his acting on Just Roll With It and the places where he really gets to shine through with those skills are just fucking incredible obviously.

The sort of love that can't be expressed in a mere human way, with a gift, with a conversation, or even in a bed

Something that can't be expressed with "affection" or "adoration", perhaps it be expressed with "devotion", "understanding" maybe, but the closest thing you could say is "I love you" and even that is unable to capture the intricacies of what is felt!

Can we talk about the broiling passion in glorious battle with an opponent you know you will never beat, and they know will never beat you, but you will never cease your attempt because there is nothing else, no one else you would feel quite so alive with?

Can we talk about the play of a dance taken through the ages, over an eternity, of teasing, testing, tempting one another to pull to your side, to see your world, until, you don't know where your morals starts, and their's ends?

Can we talk about the yearning that comes from sharing a drink, but never a word, simply seeing this other again and again, never knowing their mind, but longing to have it, and yet understanding that in those shared glances, those half hearted chuckles, awkward coughs, no matter what sorrow you've experienced in that past, what tragedies you've suffered to put you here, you have each other, and this person to silently share your quiet troubles with?

Can we talk about the shrugs, and smiles, and laughs, and inability to answer "So what even are you guys?" "When did this happen??" "have you ever been apart?" "What's your secret?" "What are we?" yet in your mind you already know "it's just us"?