#right in the middle of me typing that i said ‘MOTHERFUCKER HIS FRECKLES’ and had to go add those in aksjdjdj

[druidgroves]

making good on one of my art resolutions this year & drew A Man. specifically @kyngsnake ‘s man avery.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #352

my head’s a mess and a half, i can’t think of lyrics to put here so yeah here’s the survey

What’s the last vegetable you ate, and when did you eat it? Uh I think it was a pepper in this Healthy Choice dinner bowl I had yesterday. What was your last Facebook notification for? A friend liking this photo I shared of some beautiful, small rock and pebble sculptures of people. What bands have you seen live? Just Alice Cooper. Tell me an interesting fact about your mother: She only has one kidney due to the other being taken out because of kidney cancer when I was a kid. Coincidentally, her father was actually born with only one as well. What do you think is the most important thing to happen to you before the age of 13? Nothing really comes to mind. What were you super against as a young child but aren’t anymore? SUPER against? I dunno, man. What are your plans later today? I don't know. Yesterday my mother informed me that Jason's mother died, and since then I've been in shock. I was in awful condition yesterday because I absolutely adore(d) her like she was MY family, and once upon a time I thought she would be officially, and I still feel very, very dead. I doubt I'll get anything done today. Are you doing anything exciting this weekend? Definitely not exciting... Mom and possibly I are probably bringing Jason's family food for the family get-together they're having (we're not staying for... obvious reasons), but she's unsure because it might be a bit too awkward. I'll stay in the car because I don't want to disrespect Jason's space, but I REALLY want to go through with this. His mom was so important to me, and I don't want to just... do nothing as if she meant just that. I want the family to know I never stopped caring just because there was a breakup. Plus I wanna give Jason his favorite chocolate bar to try to bring him a bit of happiness. I can't imagine what he's feeling, and my instinct of "I need to protect him" absolutely never went away. Who do you talk to the most? My mom. What are some things you do regularly that make you feel old? Go to bed before 9PM, sometimes even before 8. And my knees pop like a motherfucker. Who is your best guy friend(s)? Girt and Sam. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Neither; instead, I just wish it was clearer. I have extremely dry skin, especially on my arms, so I have little bumps and marks there, as well as little freckles over my body. Having like, porcelain skin would be amaaaazing. If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? Keep it. Look more badass, haha. Have you had an x-ray in the past year? I think so, on my legs. It may have been over a year ago, idr. Do you think your first love still loves you? I don't want to know. I really don't. What is something that is “going right” in your life? *blinks* When did you feel ready to start dating? Seriously, probably late middle school. When was the last time your pet bit you? If you don’t have a pet, have you ever been bitten by someone else’s? My snake Venus has never bitten me. Meanwhile, my cat Roman lightly (and sometimes not so lightly...) bites me pretty much every day when I play with him, lol. Where were you the last time you made out? My bed. When was the last time you cried tears of joy? I probably haven't done that since I met Sara irl. How do you type your sad smileys? One of these three: :( or :c or :< Do you have “decorative hand-towels” that cannot be used in your house? No. What was the last soda you drank? Mountain Lightning, a Mtn. Dew ripoff bc we're cheap, lol. What was the last thing someone made fun of you for? I don't know. Have you ever had any type of surgery? Yeah, a cyst removal as well as tubes in my ears. Should kids be allowed to get tattoos/piercings without parental consent? Uh no????? Who was the last person to hit on you? That I'm actually aware of, Sara. I'm quite sure nobody has since. What was the last thing you decided not to do, that you were supposed to? I was too weak to even clean the litterbox last night. I just wanted to go to bed. I need to do it today. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to tell someone? Hm. Maybe that I didn't love Joel? It was just really awkward and I felt awful about the whole situation. What do you put on hot dogs? Ketchup and mustard. Ever fallen in the shower? I've fallen OUT of the shower. I was extremely dizzy and was trying to get out, and I just passed out onto my chin. Broke some molars and got a concussion. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever called someone you care about? Probably a bitch or something. Do you think that things will get better? I sure hope so. Have you ever legitimately saved a person’s life? I guess I kinda have. My WoW friend Lisa and I were talking, and she wasn't feeling well at all when she suddenly disappeared. Coincidentally, her husband got home RIGHT when I messaged her again, wanting to check up on her, and he heard the alert so checked it out. Lisa was knocked out on the couch having some medical emergency with a name I can't remember, and he just thought she was sleeping. Because of seeing the chat, he took her to the hospital when she probably would've died otherwise. She insists I saved her. What’s your favourite book genre? Fantasy. Have you ever walked out of a movie at the theatre? No. Do dogs like you? They definitely seem to. Animals in general honestly do. Would you say that you project an air of authority? Definitely not. Have you ever jumped off a high dive into a pool? No. I've always wanted to, but I was too scared at any opportunity. Do you use one towel when you shower or two? (one for hair, one for body) I just use one. I dry my hair first, then my body. Have you ever been to one of the great lakes? No, but I did see one of them from a plane when I was flying to Sara's. Who do you know that had a baby recently? My high school friend had her daughter Persephone literally a couple days ago. Cute little thing. Do you like Usher’s songs? Oh wow, what a blast from the past. I don't even recall the names of any, but I remember I enjoyed some as a kid. When was the last time you went to a waterpark? Wow, it has been YEARS. Like, not since I was a teen. Have you ever ridden a train? No. What do you eat your French fries with? Ketchup, sometimes. Do you have family problems? Not really. What’s the last food you ate that was stale? Bread, I think. How do you like your grilled cheese? Just a normal 'ole grilled cheese. What is the most challenging meal you have ever cooked? I don’t cook. What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid? Play video games. Have you ever been close to drowning? Yikes, no. Have you ever had a panic attack? Countless. Do you like doing housework? No, who does? Would you ever get implants? Nah. Do you own a robe? No. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah, Nicole. Do you like crust on pizza or do you cut it off? I don't trust people who don't eat pizza crust. What was the last song you listened to? "The Ghost of You" by My Chemical Romance. It's making me cry, but I really need to. Have any of your family members been to jail? No. None that I know of, anyway. Is there anyone that you feel you still need some closure with? An old friend, yes. Can you remember when you first learned how to read? No. What event in your life has transformed your personality the most? My mental illnesses as a whole. Have you ever had any teeth pulled? No. Do you still want to be what you wanted to be in elementary school? No, but only because it's not realistic. I don't want to travel. What’re some TV shows that you would like to get into? I don't care about TV 'til MM resumes, and then absolutely whenever The Edge of Sleep is released. Mark is a key actor in it. How would you feel if you were drafted for the military? I couldn’t be. What is your favorite Queen song? Ha, I'm aware this is probably everyone's answer, but "Bohemian Rhapsody" is the bop of all bops. Do you know how to use any foreign currency? No. Been kissed by someone who you knew was “bad” for you? BEEN kissed, yeah. By Juan. Ever taken an at-home pregnancy test? No. When was the last time you were at a loss of what to do? Now. What did you do on your favorite date with a guy/girl? It was a group date where we went to this big arcade one night. What’s a movie you have seen in the theater more than once? None. What is the reason you’re still alive? That's a big answer that I'm not in the mood to ramble about. Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom? Yeah, oops. Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed? No. Have you ever had a dream about sleeping with a celebrity? (You don’t have to give details.) HAHA this was the only lucid dream I've ever had lmfao. Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? I don't remember. How did you feel when you woke up today? What was the first thing you thought about? Like shit. "Virginia's still dead" just bitchslapped me. Do you still tell your parents that you love them? Well yeah. Have you ever said “I love you” to someone you weren’t going out with? Yes, because I really did. Have you ever been threatened before? Yes. Would you date someone with a physical disability? Yeah. Think of the last person you had sex with. Do you think they’ve slept with anyone else since they last slept with you? Probably. The last time you dyed your hair, what color did you dye it? Red. Think of the last time you went out to eat. Who paid? My mom. Do you save at least 15 percent of your income? What income? Do you ever go on Reddit? If so, what are some of your favorite subreddits? No. Were you ever a flower girl or ring bearer in anyone’s wedding when you were little? No. Are your parents in good health? Not especially. They're both probably unhealthier than the average person. Dad smokes way too much to be healthy, and Mom has a plethora of issues. Have you ever been a caregiver to a sick/disabled relative? No; it sounds awful, but I'm very doubtful I could be because I canNOT clean another human being. Is there any type of medicine you can’t take? For what reason? No. Do you have a favorite pair of pajamas? What do they look like? They're black Pokemon pants with Pikachu jumping by the logo. Do you have any interesting pillow cases? No. If something on your body hurts, which part is it most likely to be? My knees. Are you more afraid of spiders or bees? Both, but situationally. Have you ever worn fake nails? If so, what did the last pair you wore look like? Only once for prom. They were maroon, like my dress. Wait... or maybe I didn't wear them? Fuck, idr. Is Russian or Native American history more interesting to you? Native American history is way more fascinating to me.

[chimmychanga1225]

Homeless: Damijon (1)

———

"You're fucking kidding", Damian practically groaned as he reluctantly walked into the school he blatantly didn't attend. Who the fuck did this cop think he was? He gave an "are you serious stare" to the overly peppy cop who escorted him to the local public school. "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not supposed to be here! I need to find my mother."

"Don't worry, kid. I get it. Your almost in high school, you want to show your street cred, skipping school and all. Believe me, I was the same. But this isn't how you get somewhere in life. This isn't how you become popular or make friends. Now if you want to become a schmuck, you're going down the right path." The cop's earnest bright blue eyes, reflected back Damian's incredulous stare at the man.

"What dumb 50's movie did you steal that shit monologue from?" The cop's face lit up brighter than a Christmas tree telling Damian he definitely hit a soft spot. "My, err, roommate likes the old stuff, what can I say," he said sheepishly.

Damian scanned the man's face, picking up in the subtle smile lines and freckles. However, the more closely Damian studied him the redder his face became making it even harder to notice the details. "What the hell are you doin, kid?"

Damian sighed, leaning away from the cop. Why did he care so much, anyway? "Nothing," he replied, "just wondering what kind a person would stay with your ugly mug."

"Jerk."

"Sorry, ugly and brainless mug."

"Look, little dude. Just go to school, okay?" The cop began to restlessly look at his watch giving Damian a chance to catch a glimpse at his name tag. He squinted barely managing to differentiate the black lettering from the dark silver backing. "Clayton," Damian muttered curiously looking up to the cop.

It took the other a minute to catch the drift. "No, it's Grayson. Holy shirt, kid, how bad is your eye sight?"

"Do I really need to answer a question starting off with holy shirt?" Damian took a step away from the conversation, giving him a second to breathe. He massages his temples trying to soothe the oncoming headache away. "Why am I even entertaining this? Let's just agree to disagree on the whole school thing, Grayson. You can't make me go to a school I don't attend."

"You haven't even seen the half of it."

———

"I don't go here, I'm not even from this area! I was just waiting around for my mother you idiotic fools. Put me the hell down, motherfucker." Dick laughed as he saw the pill sized version of aggression being forcibly taken to algebra. He turned to the school's elderly principle with his classic smile.

"Thanks again, Mr. Fraiser. I didn't want to trouble you but-", he began but was quickly interrupted by the hunched but muscled elderly man clapping his back. "Anything for a respected alumn like you, Mr. Grayson. Having you visit here in your free time and not to mention all of the demonstrations you give the kids is truly an honor and a privilege . I know middle school has probably the toughest years for dealing with kids but the way you manage them is amazing. They love you!"

"You flatter me, Mr. Fraiser. I'll come by later to see if the hellion has everything settled. Thank you so much!" Mr. Fraiser bid goodbye shortly after, and left for his office. Dick sighed before glancing down the hallway the said hellion was dragged through earlier with a slight frown. "He's been standing there for days. Did he really expect to be picked up at that rate," he muttered to himself.

He patted his pockets looking for the keys to his cruiser, still deep in thought. "Really hope I didn't just abduct someone."

———

"This shitty establishment is giving me a fucking headache. Where is she?" Damian cursed Talia in every language he knew, knowing the devilish woman had something planned. Suddenly his phone rang. After witnessing a child lose their phone to one of the overgrown fools, he knew he should discreetly take the call. After hiding the flip phone in his hoodie, he immediately went off.

"It better be fucking worth it Al Ghul. I've been wanting to stab my eyes out since the first shriek that came out of the bat called Ms. Tyler."

"Patience, son," Talia emphasized, "I'm on a trip, so I can't pick you up. Figure something out while I'm gone. Keep your phone on you."

"Whatever." With a raged filled, yet satisfactory snap, he finished the call. He pulled away from his phone, letting it slide down the back of his hoodie into his hand. "At least it's just for today."

———

As kids practically sprinted away from the building to their parents' car, Damian fell in with the crowd to hide himself, determined to avoid the police car sitting in the middle of the lane with its sirens running. He could clearly see the police man from earlier waiting patiently and calmly despite the loud wail resounding from the car. "Fucking psycho," Damian muttered.

He shuffled away easily blending into the environment. He didn't have time to play with the man child, Damian needed to find somewhere to crash temporarily. He worriedly glanced at his watch. With the amount of time he wasted in school today, he was already behind schedule. "I'm so screwed."

"Wish I could say the same." Damian would like to say he didn't scream like a chick when he heard the voice directly by his ear. He really wishes he could. He turned around, startled to see a slightly taller girl standing behind him. "You insane mother fucker, what do you think your doing?"

"The name is Barbara, twerp."

Damian could feel weirdo vibes coming off of her, but he didn't have the energy or time to waste in her. He kept walking. "Hey, where are you going!?"

"Just saying this now, cougars aren't my type lady."

"As opposed to the sexy policeman that’s waiting for you over there?”

“How perverted are you, dude? Lay off.” Damian tried to speed walk away from the Barbara careful not pick up his speed too to avoid catching Grayson’s attention. Unfortunately, Barbara has longer legs to start with and had no problem with the speed picking up a bit.

“Sorry, it was a weird way to start a conversation, but I’m bored, I’m going this way, and you’re here. Wanna be friends?”

“No. Now leave me alone.” Damian’s cold hearted reply only seemed to encourage Barbara to pry even more. “Come on Twerp, I know you want to be friends. Just say it. ‘Please Barbara, I’m truly alone and lost in this world of middle school and I just want one dear friend. Please, oh please be my bestie for life’. Just like that.”

Damian felt minutes away from punching the girl. He turned on his heel sharply to face the girl. “What will take for you to leave me alone!?”

“Haven’t you’ve been listening? Just be my friend, idiot.”

——— 1 year later———

Damian’s entire body seemed to shiver at a frequency previously unrecorded by scientists. His finger tips almost seemed blue. He reached for his phone once more, dialing the familiar number. “Barbara, you better hurry the fuck up.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, but debate club held me up for a while. I swear I’ll drive you back. Just give me 5 minutes to get down there.”

“2 minutes and I’m gone.”

“Stupid twerp.” Damian snapped the phone shut and shoved his hands and phone back into his pocket, searching for any trace of the previous warmth he had. Just as the promised 2 minutes came to an end, a panting Barbara emerged from her high school’s steps, glaring at Damian. “I was on the fourth floor, you idiot. I had to sprint from the opposite end of school too. I could’ve died!”

“Save the complaining for later, Gordon. You owe me a dinner.”

———

“... and Kathy is just the cutest. She gets flustered over anything and everything and oh my God, please tell me that’s our food. I’m starving.”

“Wow, I never thought it was possible to talk fifteen minutes straight without breathing, but here you are proving me wrong again, Gordon.” Barbara rolled her eyes, but a playfully smiled remained on her lips. The waiter quickly and haphazardly placed down their food, before running to deliver the next table’s serving.

“The diner is the same as ever. Under staffed and messy.” Damian’s classic frown morphed into an even more disgusted expression as he noticed an old piece of chewed gum stuck to the window next to him.

“But you love it.” Barbara said before turning to her back pack, looking for something. “I put it here somew- ah”, Barbara exclaimed, a smile illuminating her face.

She carefully pulled out a bagged smushed cupcake which was staples to another plastic bag with a candle and lighter. She presented the baggies with a proud look. “Happy birthday!”

“Oh, you actually remembered that? I thought you were joking,” Damian said, actually a little shocked. The weeks following their first meeting, Barbara and Damian grew to actually be good friends, much to Damian’s surprise. At the rate he’s going, maybe he just attracts crazy people. When Barbara’s birthday finally swung around she got curious about Damian’s, who was just as clueless as her.

“Well, how could I forget the birthday I made up for my best friend?” Damian’s cheeks turned bright red, still not used to the endearment and care Barbara constantly sends out.

“I’m your best friend,” he asked shyly.

“Of course. And naturally I’m your’s Damian because, in all honesty, I doubt you talk to anyone else your age outside of me and Kate. You’re just too much of an awkward little twerp.”

“I could be friends with someone younger or older than me.”

“Damian if there’s anything you hate more than people your age, it’s people younger than you. And your first immediate reaction to someone older interacting with you is to insult them. Wow, now it’s my turn to be shook. How did I even deal with you!?”

“Shut up and light my birthday cupcake, Gordon.” Barbara let out another body quaking laugh, unable to take Damian’s outraged expressions. “Okay, you big baby. Give me a second.”

Barbara tried her best to take the cupcake out with care, but her back pack has already done its damage. Half the icing was lost to the baggie and her fingers and the candle snapped in half. Damian snickered as he watched Barbara struggle with the crappy Teen Titan’s lighter she bought from CVS. “Finally,” she exclaimed when the candle was lit.

“To keep this from getting awkward, I’m not gonna sing, but I still want to embarrass you, so SMILE!” Damian flinched away from the flash of her camera before shooting her a disgruntled frown. He never liked pictures that much, but even he couldn’t prevent a smile creeping on his face when he saw Barbara squealing over how cute the pictures are. “I can’t wait to show these to Kathy!” She said pulling off a chunk of cupcake.

“Show it to her and you die, Gordon,” Damian threatened. Barbara took another picture while giggling mischievously. “Sure,” she drawled. She put away the camera.

A short but comfortable silence settled in their usual booth at Red’s Diner. After eating a mix of the sugary cupcake and their evening pancakes, Barbara called for the bill. “I can’t believe it’s over already. I don’t want to leave you yet, Dami. Maybe we can have a sleepover!”

“I’ll pass, Barbie,” he said, in a mocking tone. Damian began to gather his stuff, to prepare to leave when he caught Barbara pouting on the opposite side of the booth. He sighed, knowing he would regret this. “I’m not saying okay to a sleepover, but we can hang out longer if you want.”

“Awesome! Let’s go,” Barbara practically yelled, slamming money on the table, and zooming past Damian. He figured that if he didn’t want to lose the crack filled five year old, he better quicken his pace. “Wait up!”

———

Damian cursed Barbara’s height for the fifth time tonight. He was still regrettably shorter than the girl meaning he was slower as well. “Jesus Christ Barbara, I told you to fuckin wait,” he wheezed, finally having caught up to Usain Bolt Jr.

“You’re just slow, Dami.”

“Whatever.” Barbara and Damian slowed to a walking pace comfortable for both of them, taking in the area’s surrounding. “Where do you want to go,” Damian asked. “We probably have maybe five more hours before I have to go.”

Barbara kept quiet, which was basically taking 180 degree turn, personality wise. “Barbara,” Damian called out, slightly more worried now.

“I think I’m gonna tell my dad, Damian. About me and Kate. I don’t want to keep sneaking around him.” Damian wasn’t necessarily surprised. He felt her reaching her limit for some time, but why now?

“Did something happen at school?”

“Just some jerks. Nothing big.”

“‘Kay. Let me know if you want them dead later, though.” Barbara laughed although Damian wasn’t really joking. “Kind gesture, but I don’t even care to give them the time of day. It’s not like they’re anyone important, but my dad... if anything I just want to get it off my chest.”

Damian gave a slight nod and hesitantly hugged his friend. “Good luck, Barbara.”

“Thanks, Damian.”

———

I promised it like months ago, so I’m not sure if anyone cares anymore but whatever. Here’s the Damijon fic. Hope you like it. I already wrote out part 2, so if it isn’t up by tomorrow, feel free to attack me. Happy new year! Wowza none of this was Damijon, but it’s gonna get there.

[garetthawke]

Grif and Simmons watching bad horror movies. Simmons keeps pointing out the bad plots and decisions characters make. Grif finds Simmons commentary more enjoyable then the movie.

The movie is ass. It’s worse than ass, actually. The hot blonde chicks are too dumb to actually be hot, and the sex scenes are worse and more fake than cheap pornos. The jump scares make the sex scenes look oscar worthy.I probably would have fallen asleep 10 minutes in had it not been for Simmons’ running commentary.

“And the complete idiocy of trying to reenter the basement door to retrieve the flashlight! Like it should be completely obvious that they could go out the front door and around the house to the back doors and be way safer? It’s like they’re trying to get themselves eaten.”I snort. “They are. It’s in the script. If horror move characters weren’t that stupid there would be no movie.”Simmons glares at me. I love his glares; he thinks he’s intimidating but he’s not so they’re just sort of cute. Kind of like a puppy trying to growl.“That’s just an excuse for lazy writing and directing, which now that I think about it, is exactly the kind of thing you would try to defend.”I roll my eyes, but don’t disagree. Simmons turns his eyes back to the television but mine stay right where they have been the whole time: watching Simmons facial expressions in response to the film with great amusement.His eyebrows do this thing where they scrunch up in the middle really close when he’s thinking really hard about something, and his nose curls up on one side when he’s disgusted by something else. And during any sexual scene (or really any scene with the Hot Blonde Chicks in them) his pale skin goes a bright red that blots out the freckles scattered across his nose. He also gets dry mouth during the most raunchy scenes, which I know because he compulsively licks his lips over and over during them, which is even funnier because I also know its involuntary.I see his eyes get that slightly-off look they do when he’s super focused, and I see him tracking one particular character through all the scenes.I keep listening to his comments here and there, inputting a word or two, waiting for the right moment to insert my question while I know he’s not paying enough attention to me to think critically about it and answer dishonestly.I hear him remark on the foolishness of one of the girls keeping her heels on even though they’re being chased, and I go for it.

“So which one do you think is actually hotter? The blonde with big tits, the blonde with little tits, the brunette, or the redhead?” I ask nonchalantly, just like every other time I’ve thrown a question like this at him.“Hmm? oh, the redhead.” he answers, entirely distracted like I had expected. I’m still shocked he actually said it though.I feel him go rigid next to me. Shit. He noticed. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.Simmons isn’t moving, and I start to immediately regret doing that. I know any second he’s going to go into panic mode and run from the room, and I probably won’t see him again for months while he has a crisis in his room alone.

I scramble to think of something that might put him at more ease, stop him from freaking out right away. I blurt the first thing that comes to me.“Me too.”Simmons breaks from his human-statue imitation to swivel his head at me. I stare unblinkingly at the movie, like nothing unusual is happening. My hands are sweating and I can feel Simmons’ eyes on my face.

“There....there is no redheaded chick in this movie.” he states, like I’m a moron who hadn’t noticed.I swallow thickly and hope it doesn’t show and I try say as normally as possible: “I never said “redheaded chick,” I said “the redhead.” I try to convey mockery in my tone of voice, like I’m making fun of him for being dumb or something.I shift my eyes slightly so I can catch his expression, and boy is it worth it. He looks like a fish out of fucking water, mouth gaping open then closed, his robot brain probably reading him a “404: not found” message as he tries to reconcile “Dexter Grif” with “finding hot redheaded guy hot.”I do him a favor and talk first, offering a grin that comes easily due to the hilarious expression on his face. “What can I say? I have a type.”It’s absolutely incredible to see the exact moment a man’s brain stops functioning at all, and you know that he’s skipped right past “panicked, shocked response” to “complete shutdown because processing is impossible.”I reach for the popcorn bowl, (because what situation isn’t immediately ten times better with snacks?) and pretend like I’m paying attention to the movie again.

“Look,” I try, “small-tits blonde is going alone into the locked room without a light. Fuckin’ idiot.”It takes a second, but I hear Simmons suck a shakey breach before he pushes out a chuckle. “Yeah, like it’s not completely obvious that’s where the thing lives.”And suddenly the moment’s over. It was less an 30 seconds, and I felt for a second like I imagined half the things I thought just happened because it all suddenly went right back to normal.I feel Simmons slide closer on the couch to me, his leg lining up against mine, and arm reaching across the backrest behind my head. I resume my careful attention back to Simmons’ face, resting on his red curls that were falling behind the lenses of his glasses to irritate is eyes whenever he blinked, as he kept talking about how illogical it was for the group to split up, eyes not moving from the screen.ok, maybe not completely the same. I thought to myself as I felt Simmons’ fingertips brush the back of my hand. Fuck yeah, you suave motherfucker.