#fugmoe

[heckoffmate]

I honestly can't believe I've been keeping this from you for so long

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[ashnadir]

thisbrutalbelle‌:

[ TEXT ]: Yes, let’s do something to his car and break you out of jail, what an evening. [ TEXT ]: How am I so grim and gritty? I’m fun! [ TEXT ]: Speedy as hell. So better make a good impression. [ TEXT ]: That’ll just be your face, Pa, and only like you will think you’re hideous. And maybe a bunch of rude meanies that you don’t need in your life anyway. [ TEXT ]: As if I would ever let something being run in my establishment be that way, you can hit on as many cute boys on non-binary gorgeousnesses as you like.

[TXT] cheese it. both meanings

[TXT] maybe I’m not the fun one.  

[TXT] but reminder my closest most close of friends: I care about you very much and I am consistently engaged by your presence. my joy from your existence in my life currently radiates throughout my system.  just a reminder.

[TXT] I’ll definitely make an impression

[TXT] this is why I need you to dress me fugmo. because I’m so damn charming already I need to bring my standards down to give the other players a chance

[TXT] cool beans

put a ring on it

[heckoffmate]

[heckoffmate]

You guys should listen to the Bridge Kids outtakes, they're kinda zesty

[ashnadir]

thisdaringdanny:

         “You think they’d let me teach kids?” Danny beamed with a heavy laugh, patting the guy on the arm. It was nice to just hear happy things, which was why as a general rule Danny preferred to expose himself mostly to happy things and ignore most everything else unless he was forced to. As a bartender he would often have to try and block out a drunkard going on and on about something terrible happening in their lives. It made his ears ache and most everyone else there thought he was a little heartless for electively ignoring them but in his mind he didn’t choose to be exposed to them so why should he be? “Definitely a bartender,” he said, his first guess rather well done.

         Money. That was the long and short of it. It wasn’t like they were scrounging for it, making sure nothing fell behind the couch, but a bartender didn’t exactly make bank, least not unless you were some fancy New York or LA one that got known for being good. Danny just poured beer with the perfect amount of head. Still, money wasn’t an answer that you gave a stranger. Explaining that whatever they saved up they either spent on flying themselves to Australia for a while or bringing some of their own over here was in itself sweet but bringing up money in general was like asking for trouble. A custom wallaby bike would have been costly even for the rich no doubt and Danny made enough to be happy, not to custom build such things.

        Sensing all of this Steve just shook his head, lifting his paws as he pretended to drive a car. Sure, a bike of his own would have been nice, if someone could actually get it to work for him since he wouldn’t have been able to excelerate f it was done like Danny’s, but he understood Danny’s thoughts and he too preferred to spend their extra cash on seeing people that they missed.

         As Iann declared that he and all other humans were fugmos, a word Steve decided to assume had to mean ugly, Steve let out a sound that sounded like a sneeze but was indeed a laugh.

        Danny looked back into the cornmaze once Iann said he wanted to collect some of the bunyip from it and nodded his head. “Well we’ll leave you too it, mate,” he said, knowing there was no way Steve was going to be touching anything so slimy by choice. “Stop by the bar though, I’ll shout you a beer or two for making sure Steve and I weren’t bunyip chow,” Danny continued, hoping onto the bike while Steve looked up at Iann, extending a hand for him to shake.

“I don’t know, I don’t know you!” Iann half-exclaimed, joining Danny in his laugh and patting Danny back on his arm.  Iann was so proud of himself. He was being chummy!  It was awesome, and Iann suspected he had Steve to thank.  The very serious-looking wallaby that stood there as if it (he) was part of the conversation added that beautiful amount of supernatural absurdity that Iann needed to relax and enjoy this post-bunyip conversation.  About family and motorbikes and jobs and things!  Iann was highly entertained.

Of course now Iann had visions of a wallaby on a small motorbike, sporting a pair of sunglasses and a tiny leather jacket.  He couldn’t get the image out of his head, but he just nodded and smiled at Steve, knowing it was probably better to keep his ridiculous thoughts to himself.  He had a tendency to insult familiars.

“Yeah!  Will do.  And thank you for the same.  I don’t think I’ll ever see a guy cowboy rodeo-ing a bunyip ever again...fucking great.  See you - oh.”  Steve wanted a handshake, and Iann eagerly obliged.  “See you, Steve,” he addressed the familiar.  He couldn’t wait to run home and find Freddie and tell him he’d met Steve and shook Steve’s hand.  

the bunyip maze