#if anyone sees this feel free to add on

[thenecropolix]

Thinking bout train enrichment

Like I know technically they probably get it from just doing work as is but at the same time I think if not for that fact he's used to it Thomas would have fun just going down Gordon's hill (look at me and tell me that boy wouldn't love slides if he was human)

Also I feel like if it didn't cause derailment, the engines would get a kick out of running their wheels over different surfaces (listen to me. I think Duncan would enjoy the idea of bubble wrap.)

Without question everyone gets some kicks out of shunting the trucks and probably each other if they had a chance (as that one post put it, like rams locking horns and seeing who's stronger)

[lass-us-slay]

So I read a prompt about how Wonder Woman found Danny in a trash can (don’t remember which one) and I was bored.

So I took that lil info and made it into an AU.

So basically, Danny get yeeted into this unknown universe and has no where to live. And no where to live means no money. No money means no food. No food means Danny can’t keep his human half sustained.

So what does he do?

Decides to not change into a human and live in a trash can.

Yes you heard that right, live in a trash can.

Because he’s a ghost, he doesn’t have to worry about the germs and stuff. But that doesn’t mean he lives in just any trash can! He lives in a clean one ☝️

AND he also decorated it with his name so other people know it’s his!

And so Danny has been here for a while now and realizes

Holy shit there’s hero’s here- you know what, why doesn’t he have hero’s back home?!

And being minorly annoyed jealous (but he’s never admitting that)he thought:

Well since there’s hero’s here already, guess I’m not needed.

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.

.

Good. I’m tired af

And so Danny caries on his life, being content with his trash can and scaring whoever comes into his alley. It’s fun. Sure he sometimes needs to ugh overshadow people to feed his human side, but other than that.

It’s going great.

But Danny doesn’t realize that with Amity gone (or smth, you choose) which was his haunt, he slowly makes the trash can into his new haunt.

And slowly but surely, Danny’s beloved haunt trash can starts to become other worldly kinda.

Yk because of the ectoplasm.

So now Danny’s lovely trash can haunt has more space inside and- Hey Danny can actually sleep in it better!! And he got some company too!

In the form of blob ghosts.

Two actually.

They keep his trash can clean and help purifying some corrupted ectoplasm that he finds. Because for some reason this universe’s ectoplasm seems half way artificial and tastes a bit weird. Which is where the blob ghosts help out in.

Everything was great.

Danny was loving the trash can life style.

He has two blob ghosts friends. Which he named Sam and Tucker, and yea they couldn’t talk but that was fine.

He wasn’t lonely, he wasn’t. He had two very much talking friends like Sam and Tucker.

However one day two weirdly dressed people- oh they were hero’s.

Well anyway they found him, one woman stripper and one furry guy.

But it was on accident! He was just peaking out of his beloved haunt trash can, and they spotted him.

He stared, they stared back.

Then the woman stripper asked him questions, even when he said:

“Don’t mind me, have a nice day!”

But they just kept bother him and giving him weird looks and glances.

Which- rude.

Didn’t they see his mark on his haunt trash can? Obviously it means it’s his home, so they shouldn’t be bothering him still. He’s safe as can be.

Plus.

It’s not like he’s looking at them in suspicion and weirdness, I mean look at them! What kinda cheep knock off vampire fury mix and American stripper style clothing are those!

They should mind their own business!

———

Just a silly lil drawing of this lmao, don’t mind me.

[threecheers-forsweetrevenge]

simi bits during 2010-2011

I still hope that this wasn’t Kimi final choice, Sebastian on Kimi leaving f1 in 2010.

“Who is your best friend in F1?” “Unfortunately he isnt driving anymore in F1. Kimi Räikkönen is my best friend.”

Kimi Raikkonen on who he thinks will win the F1 World Championship in 2010.

So does the Finn think 23-year-old Vettel is ready to win the 2010 title?

“I think so. But mostly he’s just the nicest guy of them all,” said Raikkonen.  

Seb said he was inspired by Kimi’s championship to win his first one in 2010

“I haven't got that much experience but a good example is probably looking two years back, you know, three, four races to go, no-one had Kimi to win the championship. And in the end he did it by one point. So as long as it is possible I will fight till my last breath.”

"I was actually thinking about Kimi situation today, no one thought it was possible. He proves us wrong but the circumstances were special, same as today" – Vettel took inspiration from Kimi 2007 title comeback"I was actually thinking about Kimi situation today, no one thought it was possible. He proves us wrong but the circumstances were special, same as today"

Let's not forget about Kimi's brain going instanly to Seb when a Sebastian is mentioned

Seb mentioning him at every possible moment

Matching bikes..

Simi fans in 2010

[mossy-aro]

ultimately i think my insistence on aro positivity honestly is as much a political stance as a personal one.

when i say aro positivity is crucial and that i dislike doomer-ist posts that express sentiments like 'I hate being aro so much I wish I was dead instead’ it's not because I don’t think there can and should be a space for negativity and acknowledging self-hate, or the many ways being aromantic can really suck sometimes. i find that to be very important!

that being said. there is smth here about how self-hate posts are sometimes just arophobia that we inflict on ourselves. and when we put that out into the ether it (intentionally or not) can become arophobia that we inflict on other members of the community. i think there absolutely needs to be a place for negativity and the expression of anger and frustration and self loathing even - these are all good things to talk about because these are things that we experience. that being said, it can also be genuinely upsetting and triggering to people to have what is essentially arophobia shown to them and then have that be validated by other aspec people. your personal thoughts can affect your wider community on a level you may not anticipate. and i understand it i truly do! it took me so long to be able to recover from accepting being aroace - it threw my entire world off kilter and made me question everything about my place in the world.

but my insistence on aro joy and positivity is because ultimately i do believe that building is at the core essence of it all. that ultimately discussions and the purpose of community should be about construction, not destruction. and this is both a personal and a political stance. talking about how much you hate yourself and cultivating online discussions/spaces where negativity about aspec identity is the main and only theme is destructive - if that’s where we let the conversation end. these thoughts can and should be used as a vehicle to look for a path forward!

joy and positivity create a space where the focus can become on forging a path forward, on construction, on community building instead of tearing ourselves and others down with negative thoughts. it’s not productive or healthy when it stops at a place of negativity - it becomes actively destructive to the essence of community.

and i do think that this is especially poignant considering the fact that being any kind of queer, but especially aromantic (and/or asexual) means forging a path for yourself and making your own happiness where there is no obvious way forward. our communities exist mostly online (right now, anyway), there is little recognition of our existence in the real world, the effects of amatonormativity are both pervasive and actively dehumanising, and there are legal, economic and social structures in place actively making our lives more difficult. yes that all sucks! it’s good to acknowledge that. we need to in order to change it. but more importantly, that’s not the end. we are still here and our happiness, our future is for us to determine. even if we can’t change the laws or society, loving yourself and understanding aromanticism as a political identity (as well as personal), as a radical worldview, and as a protest against amatonormativity is essential for both community and personal well being. the personal is political.

tldr. i guess my point is that as a community, we should focus on building, improving, and nurturing ourselves and each other (construction) as opposed to destruction. we should recognise aromanticism and asexuality as political identities as well as personal ones and rely on community and self-love in the absence of anything else as a form of protest and political power. destruction (the recognition of everything that is wrong) is essential as a starting point - but where do we go from there? we rebuild.

[goldenflowerceo]

legitimately it fucking sucks so much that warrior cats is so misogynistic bc there are so many interesting women in the series that just get shoved off to the side. i'm tired of reading about brambleclaw and male firekin. where's my story about mothwing watching as her brother is haunted by their biodad, a ghost she cannot fathom even existing? where's my story about tawnypelt following her father into a new clan, only for him to disregard her in favor of her brothers (one who's in a completely different clan, and the other who wants nothing to do with him?)? where's my story about ashfoot, who survives windclan's temporary exile and watches as her only son is selected for the great journey, then to later watch him be an awful husband and father when she raised him with so much love after she lost all her other kits and didn't even have deadfoot there to raise him? where's my story about goldenflower, who's entire family is torn apart by the one man she thought would love her forever? where's my story about lizardstripe, who was demonized for not wanting kits and forced to have them anyway? where's my story about frostfur that explores her conflicting feelings about yellowfang? where's my story about speckletail, where she loses her youngest son in such a brutal way, and watches as barely anyone around her even cares that he's gone just because he was deaf? where? where?

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

Help me, I’m a sapphic who is free falling into K-Pop girlies groups

Ryujin is 100% fruity

I'll enable your spiral with some actual Sapphic Kpop songs/MVs currently in my playlist:

Touch - Anda (imagine this MV being your first introduction to Kpop anything, that was me 2015)

Obvious Story - Maman (an openly lesbian idol? yes please)

Shutdown - Moonbyul ft. Seori (two Sapphic women duet about having sex with each other) ((and no, I'm not joking))

Basically every song sung by Moonbyul (she's a lesbian)

Derre, Let's Be Honest, & Kazino - BIBI Naked (she's my absolute favorite idol period, she's not afraid to put the Bi in BIBI)

Not Friends - LOONA (every single former LOONA member, group, sub-unit, soloist, whatever, have too many gay songs to properly list istg)

Heart Attack - Chuu (fomer LOONAs, Chuu and Yves never said it wasn't gay, so it's gay)

New - Yves (former LOONA, current FRUIT)

Je Ne Sais Quoi - Odd Eye Circle (even more former LOONAs talking about gay sex for The Brand™)

Oh My God - GIDLE (English lyrics ON)

She's Mine - Joohee (I couldn't find a version with Eng lyrics, but you get the idea from the title and the little Eng in the song)

Siren, Punk Hot, & Oasis - 1CHU (idk what these two girls got going on, but they have the gayest MVs with the most lesbian ass lyrics, so I say they're for the Sapphics)

Sad Pain - Suran (don't let the title fool you, it's very happy and showcases a girl who is blind falling in love with a girl who is deaf)

Untouchable - Everglow (them lyrics okay)

I'm Your Girl? - KHAN (imo South Korea immediately nuked their career after ONE SONG bc their Sapphic energy was too strong)

Lovers in the Night & Dive With You- Seori (if Seori ain't a friend of Dorothy, she's at least pen pals)

Love is Love - Jiae (openly bisexual icon ftw)

One More Day - Sistar (helping your secret gf kill her abusive bf, then setting his ass on fire is obvious Sapphic behavior)

Abracadabra - Brown Eyed Girls (since we're on the topic of girl kills her abusive bf to run off with her gf)

Wish Tree - Red Velvet (unrequited wlw love)

Monster - Irene & Suelgi (you got your delulus about Ryujin, I got my own about Irene)

Navillera - Gfriend (confirmed wlw activity)

Good Bye - Wheein (confirmed wlw break up activity by a Dorothy BFF icon)

Curve - Sunmi (Curve? Curve of what, Sunmi? CURVE OF WHAT?!)

Bad - So!YoON! (CLICK 👏🏻 THAT 👏🏻 FUCKING 👏🏻 LINK 👏🏻)

[solarpunkani]

Solarpunk Community Playlists

So we've got the community playlist for Solarpunk Aesthetic Week, right? It's nice and big, but I wanted to make more community playlists with specific vibes in mind! I've already added a bunch of songs to each, but the goal is to let everyone contribute to them and enjoy them!

Solarpunk and Chill is for lofi/chill beats! The aim is to have it be mostly lofi, or generally just good music to chill to while studying or working on projects!

Solarpunk Sunny Beats is for songs that are pretty upbeat and just feel solarpunk to us--whether its the subject matter of the song, or just the way the instruments sound! It's meant to be the middle ground between the lofi playlist and the next.

Solarpunks Fight for Our Future! is for songs that are punk/punky/rebellious-feeling! The kind of playlist you would bump to on the way to a protest, or do some action--what's the soundtrack that plays in your head if you were to guerrilla garden or do other rebellious acts? Add it here!

I hope you enjoy! I can't wait to listen to everyone's contributions!

[tombware]

my take on astarion's new outfit!!

[lionheartedmusings]

oh yeah i feel the need to say this bc tumblr ecosystems are different but like... you can say the most chaotic, random ass bullshit and you'll probably have someone say "bet". you'll see things that'll make you do a double take and the thing is, 99.99% of the time no one's serious, we're all just fucking around.

common place jokes are "foolhalo gay sex" (every time they talk it is gay sex, it's not sexualization it's... a vibe) and "when there's no streams there may or may not be fake unreality omegaverse discourse on your dash and it's a joke but also it might summon content creator aypierre".

[mango-forest]

inspired by A Second Life by Die_Erlkonigin6083

“—lo?”

What?

“—an you hear us?”

Go away.

“The levels are stable. We should see if—”

He can’t move; he’s floating in place with wires attached to him. He can’t breathe; there’s some sort of liquid all around him. He can’t see; the liquid gel substance presses against his eyelids, forcing them shut.

“Process starting in three, two, one!”

What process? Just let him sleep.

“WARNING: SUBJECT F-4N70M DESTABILIZING. PLEASE CHECK ACTIVITY LOG.”

It’s getting warmer. He wants it to get cooler. Why is it getting warmer? He hates it. It only gets warmer when they’re doing tests. People are loudly talking to each other—or is it to him?

Is this another test?

-

He slowly opens his eyes. It is bright, in the way all of the Rooms are, sterilized white the only color on the walls. But there’s blue curtains surrounding the bed he’s in. They never let him have curtains.

Actually, there are a lot of differences between where he is and the Rooms. It’s hard to move, but when he turns his head to the side, it’s not only chairs and machinery that he sees, but there’s also a small table with flowers in a vase, and pillows stacked next to it. There is a tube connected to his nose, and another one leading to his arm. But the discomfort cannot compare to the awe he feels when he looks through the window and sees the darkness outside, speckled with lights.

He can see millions of lights past the window, glowing, tauntingly beyond his reach. It is overwhelming. It is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

He has to get closer.

Getting his body to move is the hardest thing he’s ever done. He clumsily paws at the tubes until they fall off and in the process tumbles out of his bed, crashing onto the floor. The machinery has gotten louder now, a constant screeching that he ignores as he painstakingly makes his way to the window. He has to slowly drag himself most of the way, but it’s worth it when he props himself against the wall, closer to the lights.

He hasn’t been there for more than a few minutes when someone sits next to him. “Hello,” the person—who was not there when he woke up—says. “What are we looking at?”

Why does the person have to look with him? He was looking at the lights first! “The lights,” he says. It’s quieter than he meant it to be. His voice is hoarse, and it actually hurts him to talk.

Something cool is pressed to his hand. “It’s water,” the person says. He doesn’t look away from the lights as the person sighs. He can’t curl his fingers enough to grab it. A hand presses against his chest, leaning him back into an embrace. Another hovers a few inches in front of his face, blocking his view of the lights.

Angrily, he looks at the other. The person smiles indulgently and uses the blocking hand to then grab the cup of water and raise it to his mouth. While he’s forced to slowly drink, the person says, “We call those lights ‘stars.’ Do you like stars?”

Carefully, he nods his head, a bit of water dribbling down his chin. Stars.

“I do too. Did you know there are other planets out there? My name actually came from one of those planets: my name is Nightwing. Do you have a name?” Nightwing asks slowly, placing the empty cup on the floor and then wiping the wet off his chin.

He also seems disappointed when all he gets in response is a blank stare.

“Okay then, kiddo,” Nightwing says. “Let’s get you back to bed.” The man shifts so that he’s now held against his waist. Then he gets up and they move back towards the bed with the blue curtains. They’re leaving the stars. Why are they leaving the stars? Is it because he didn’t answer? He weakly struggles against Nightwing, a whine leaving his throat. “Shh, shh, it’s alright, it’s okay. You can still see the stars from the bed.”

But it isn’t the same! Frustrated, he tries to bite Nightwing’s shoulder to get him to stop, because even the biggest scientist stopped when he did it, but even that doesn’t work because Nightwing’s stupid black and blue suit is too tough!

“Aw, baby don’t do that. This is special material, you’re just going to hurt your teeth.” Don’t tell him what to do. He stubbornly bites down harder.

The sheets are cool against his skin and Nightwing uses his hand to press against his chin and cheeks in a certain way that loosens the bite enough that he can detach him.

Ignoring the glare directed at his whole being, Nightwing then tidies some previously unnoticed papers on the bedside table and hums a little tune. “You know, if you don’t have a name, then I can name you. What about. . . Babywing? Or . . . Pythagoras?”

“Name?” he asks, unable to have before. “What is. . .?”

He trails off at the end, but Nightwing seems to have understood, frowning for a moment before smiling again. “A name is what people call you. It’s who you are, in a way.”

He doesn’t know what a Pythagoras was, but he does know he doesn’t want to be called that. “‘M not a baby,” he rasps.

Nightwing pauses and looks at him with a smile, probably pleased he was talking. “Well, your charts say you’re seven. So you’re basically a baby. A baby with no name, which I shall now fix by naming you. . . Small Boy!”

“You’re not good at naming,” he informs the adult. He’s forced to drink more water before he continues, unimpressed. “I have a name.”

“Nuh-uh,” says Nightwing. “I would’ve known, Small Boy.”

“Yes, I do.” His throat has gone dry and Nightwing seems to notice as he produces another cup of water out of nowhere and helps him drink again. “They called me Phantom.”

Never to his face. Never when talking to him. But sometimes, they would shorten his label to Phantom when talking to each other, something easier for them to say. To him and to the lab recordings, he was referred to as Subject F-4N70M only. But the thought of Nightwing—the only person to treat him like a person—using his label, a string of letters and numbers. . . it gives him a weird feeling of shame.

Nightwing blinks. “Phantom? That’s. . . a very nice name.”

He shrugs. It’s not like he chose it. “It’s not a normal name,” he mumbles. None of the people in the lab have names like Phantom.

Nightwing sits on the edge of the bed, giving him a gentle look. “Well, I think it’s fine. Nightwing isn’t a very normal name, either. Phantom sounds cool. Like a hero’s name.”

“What is a hero?”

The frown is back again for a second before the gentleness replaces it. “Someone who helps and saves people. My hero name is Nightwing.”

“You’re a hero?” he says in slight wonder. “You saved me. You were the voice I heard.” It makes sense: if anyone fits the label of hero, it would be Nightwing, he thinks.

“You could hear us when you were in stasis? Well, I was the one there, and I am a hero! But hey,” Nightwing quickly adds, “If you want to have a different name then you can! You don’t have to keep the name they gave you.”

“Really?” It is barely above a whisper.

“Really,” Nightwing responds, firmly.

“Can I,” he starts, voice small, “have—there’s this name I—“ He swallows and looks around nervously. Waving Nightwing closer, the hero indulgently leans over. He says it so quietly it might have been a murmur: “Can my name be Danny?”

“Danny?”

He nods. He’s never said that name aloud before; it’s only ever been floating in his mind—in fact, he’s never really said it even in his mind. But he knows, as soon as the name leaves his mouth, that it’s his. “Yeah. Danny, not—not Daniel, Danny.”

Nightwing smiles widely, warmly. “Danny with the bluest eyes,” he coos.

Danny smiles back, shy but undeniably happy. A yawn escapes him, making him a bit surprised. When another one escapes him, Nightwing laughs and says, “Time for bed, I think.”

“I am in a bed already,” Danny says.

“No, like—I mean it’s time to sleep.”

Danny tries not to flinch, although he probably wilts judging by how Nightwing’s face goes a bit worried. “Oh. Where’s the capsule?” he asks, looking around as if he just missed it the first time and it was in a corner he hadn't thought to check.

Nightwing frowns. “Your capsule?”

“Yes. Where else would I sleep?” Danny asks. Nightwing’s face does something complicated. Danny hopes this isn’t when he finally gets upset and angry at him.

[disaster-guys]

Assorted jercy head canons from yours truly

both have zero self worth, they reassure each other and built each other up over time

both have a hard time expressing emotions. especially: Percy worries over things he thinks will make him look stupid (or, more recent fear, scary), and Jason anything that would make him look weak

Percy has bad internalized homophobia, no matter how accepting his mom is, Gabe's insults left a mark on his brain, he just feels gross and wrong and doesn't know what to do (yes, it gets better, but it's rough)

feral motherfuckers, the both of them, they bite, they growl, there's so much here but there's already a post...

Percy thinks Jason’s glasses are very cute, he steals them sometimes and Jason thinks he’s fucking adorable, unfortunately, to see this, he has to get pretty close. like kissing distance close

Jason is 6’4. Percy is 6’3. There is fucking relentless short jokes.

Percy, despite being only ~10 months older, is also teased about being old. He tells Jason to respect his elders.

Jason has abandonment issues. And autism, among other things

These two are so fucking cuddly. Like, it took a while before they were both on the same page, but now they're both so constantly in each other's space. always touching, always just near each other

Jason is a nice guy, he grew up trying to be Approachable and Nice, he tends to give out compliments bc people seem to like that (see above: autism), so naturally he compliments Percy and Percy 404's. he does not what to do, no idea how to take compliments (from his mom is normal but anyone else? weird). Jason does it even more just to see him blush (guaranteed result)

Cuddle and listen to audiobooks/podcasts together

Whoever introduced them to audiobooks/podcasts either thinks it's adorable or regrets everything, maybe both

Jason lighting round: cannot cook, can draw, bites his nails, king of lil kisses, car trauma, loves to play with Percy's hair, is scared of thunderstorms, the really loud ones that shake everything, likes to wear beanies (good sensory on his short hair)

Percy lightning round: best cook, loves gardening, grows some of his own food/veggies/spices, has so many fun piercings (pls hc your own favorite ones for him, I can never pick), has a weird relationship with food post-tartarus, also really sensitive to light post-tartarus, has long hair, dissociation problems and rsd, steals Jason's clothes (they're grounding)

@queer-brainrot I did it!! Hope you like it <3

[deansguns]

this is mostly a half formed thought but it’s kind of interesting how in fanon/fanfics sam is used essentially as a vessel for dean to understand his own feelings through by having sam do the processing for him and then regurgitating it back in therapy speak when what happens in canon is kind of the opposite. (to an extent)

it’s actually sam who tries to use dean to process his own feelings, he tries to get dean to open up so that he doesn’t have to explore his own complicated emotions about a situation. now this doesn’t really work because dean either shuts it down (because sam is his little brother, and at the beginning of the series not someone he would risk placing emotional burden on) or he doesn’t have the reaction sam wants because he’s still dealing with it real time.

this isn’t a disparagement of sam, it’s just interesting how canon was translated into fanon and you get certain character traits completely muddled

[melit0n]

Welcome to another post in which I (somewhat) ramble about Euclid.

The line "a parallel I'd lay my life on." is such a sweetly spoken juxtaposition. To be parallel to another person is to be one in the same: someone that mirrors your ideas and possibly even physical attributes. A "bitter reflection", if you will.

Now, in maths (for those who don't know: it's suggested that the title Euclid either comes from the philosopher, or, more likely, the mathematician, often known as The Father of Geometry, and most famous for his work on symmetry) parallel lines only ever come in pairs. It's not mathematically possible to have a single parellel line. These lines always the same distance apart: they never meet.

If they do? They stop being parallel lines. They destroy their own definition, they entire thing that makes them them, for the sake of joining.

Plus, Euclid's lesser known definition is a copy of the same, coming from Euclid the mathematician.

To call this person "a parallel", therefore, is bittersweet. They are, by textbook definition, his foil. For parallel lines to meet is to ensure some form of destruction. Of what and whom, that is yet to be seen.

[frameconfessions]

The nsfw artists are taking too long to get those file rips of the Hex. I need povs of my hips getting pulverized by the Hex ladies.

These aren't necessarily the in-game models and unfortunately they probably don't come with bones (who wants to start a Garry's Mod WF RP server together) or textures obviously, but there is the minifig models FOR FREE that could probably be edited to Hell and back until someone rips/datamines the official in-game protoframe hex syndicate models for SFM and other uses.

https://www.warframe.com/news/printable-protoframe-miniatures-from-hoku-props

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/19M3AR8nP2zbKwsR2QXZrkZytB1U-cOY0?usp=sharing

[honeyhobbs]

Officially you too can own silly sunburnt 141 and/or heatstroke gaz 🫣

[camellcat]

I just realized I have never seen dru with dawn in literally anything, so! here's some very quick thoughts about them:

dawn thinks drusilla is a FREAK at first. they do not get along bc dru is so so taken with little dawnie and little dawnie herself is petrified every time this psycho vampiress who speaks in incomprehensible metaphors drifts into the room and laser focuses onto her

dru likes to always have a hand on dawn. little pats and playing with her hair and whatever she can get away really with without being pushed away. she's like a cat, constantly rubbing up against the girl like she's marking her territory with love. dawn's their little girl! ...even if the only one who knows it yet is dru herself

dru cannot get enough of just being around dawn. her key-ness is mesmerizing. first time dru sees dawn is a shit show for everyone except dru, who is having a fascinating time Seeing dawn

just like spike, dru gives dawn lots of nicknames. the slayer is their own personal sunshine, but dawn here has been touched by the universe itself

I think over time dawn would learn to appreciate dru's attention, if only bc she feels as though no one else is giving her any and dru is always happy to provide, making them quite close (even if for not very good reasons)