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time flies, he thinks, with a touch of bitterness, mind flying fast enough to process what Noh says ALMOST before he even says it. Suddenly there’s a hyperfixation riddling his bones, making him jitter and vibrate in place, IMPATIENT. He looks over to Noh, hoping to ground himself, put roots in the present. ❝ I’m bored too, ❞  Tommy says, hoping that he’s not intelligible from his shaking, ❝ let’s make our own fun.❞

she can and will

           today, though, she’s managed to sneak him out to the venice boardwalk, thinking that he might enjoy the buskers along the sidewalks and the street foods it has to offer, if only for a little while, at least. and she’s bought them each mangonadas, passing his over to him with a smile.   ❛   here, this is a mangonada. it’s amazing and life changing and you will love it. you can eat it with a spoon, like ice cream, or just straight up drink it, up to you.   ❜

SAME. AND CASSIE LOOKS LIKE SHE’S 28 WHEN SHE’S 15

look at this face she’s completely innocent

“ so how’s getting used to earth ? ”  he’s got a coffee cup in hand to stave off the sleep encroaching the corner of his eyes . he’s been up for roughly 48 hours working down in the lab but running into noh-varr reminded him to do a check up . because he’s an adult ! and adults do that - check up on people . yes , okay keep going tony . “ if you still need help i recommend downloading twitter to catch up on any and all young adult slang you still need to learn. ”

   he  just  watched  him  pluck  this  pepperoni  slice  straight  from  a  trash  can.  even  more  importantly,  he’s  pretty  sure  he  dumped  this  pizza  about  a  week  ago.  whatever,  it’s  not  like  he’ll  protest.  taking  the  slimy  slice  and  dropping  it  into  his  scarred  gullet,  he  sighs  dreamily.  ‘  nothing  like  Joe’s  secret  menu  to  brighten  a  day.  you  really  know  how  to  live  life,  kid . ‘

  ‘  first  of  all,  language  Jack  Frost.  Second  of  all,  you  know  i’m  right.  616  is  just  one  off  from  617,  the  universe  where  you  could  have  absolutely  gotten  your  shit  straight  but  noooo,  you  had  to  land  in  ol’  Spidey’s  Wonderland. ‘   hands  meet  hips  in  a  sort  of  sassy  turn,  staring  straight at  Noh  but  generally  looking  straight  through  him.  even  for  Wade,  this  kid  was  weird.  not  in  any  normal  way,  but  in  the   weird  “Someone  else  has  the  reigns”  way.  he  wasn’t  nearly  enough  of  a  fuckboy.  perhaps  it  was  an  improvement.  ‘  look,  i  get   it,  i’m  different  too.  not  enough  chimichanga  references  in  my  day  to  day  life. ‘  he  shudders,  mask  contorting  to  show  a  grimace.   ‘  it’s  just... it’s  what  tumblr  does  to  a  boy  like  you  and  me.  one  minute  you’re  a  walking  callout  post,  the  next  you’re  saving  cats  and  saying  frick  instead  of  fuck  because  it’s  kinda  cute.’