just a couple of fruits looking at each other 🍋🍊
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watched bullet train (2022) on the plane and i have some feelings
i wonder if lemon is able to watch his favourite show the same way ever again , his initial wonder and fascination now replaced by a weary defeat . does he sit in front of the tv , slumped in a worn out sofa , long after the credits roll ? does he think about the fact that tangerine never got to hear himself be compared to thomas ?
i wonder if lemon finds himself in the kids section of department stores , not realising how he got there in the first place . if he catches sight of sticker sheets and recalls the bloodied one he has at home . if he sees nothing but the empty space where thomas should be .
i wonder if lemon quits killing altogether . does he look at his guns and see the gaping wound on tangerine's neck ? does he don his tie and pull his jacket around himself , just a bit closer than before ? or does he stop wearing dress shirts and ties entirely , because of the silhouette he sees in his reflection ?
perhaps lemon embarks on a journey of self-discovery , determined to live the life that he still has yet having no idea how to do it . maybe sometimes when he comes across a confusing subject , he'll voice his confusion out loud , only to look up and find nothing there .
maybe lemon starts preferring tangerines altogether .
because lemons are just too fucking sour .
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NETFLIX WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BULLET TRAIN IS "LEAVING SOON" - NOT ON MY WATCH - I WILL PROTEST
@little-miss-dilf-lover @kpopgirlbtssvt @j23r23
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Bringers of Joy
Crystalline air danced in the pallid light. Pushing into itself. Getting weaker the longer it prevailed. Fading from sight. Uniting as one with its surroundings. Your fingers had long since grown accustom to the numbness. No glove or coat could shield you from the everlasting cold. Yet still. You remained. Frozen solid. Almost comparable to those blocks of ice. Almost.
Captivating to perceive. Reflecting the faint shine pushing through the icy fog. Faces trapped inside of them. Bodies from all around the universe. People you once spoke to. Conversed with. Even called your friends. Now, they would just ignore you. Pretend as if you never existed. Not because they wanted to. They had that choice taken away from them a long time ago.
Despite its crowded state, the room was empty. Although it was so spacious, it almost seemed claustrophobic. Because of his kind nature, people suffered. But was it truly suffering, if they were unaware of their existence? Preserved forever. In a deep slumber. Did they dream? Could they be happy? Feel any kind of emotion? It was not like you would ever find out.
“There you are!” The chipper voice alerted you to the approaching presence. Heavy cape flowing behind him. Boots obeying his slow stride toward you, coming to a halt. “It’s cold to leave me behind like this.” His tone and facial features prevented his words from having any reprimanding effect. Ever smiling. No matter, if he was eating or working. Smiling, when you looked at him.
“What are you doing out here so late? Are you feeling down?” He enquired. Expression faltering. You had rarely seen him frown when he knew you were around. But his down casted grin would never last. Even during these rare occasions. “Do you want to see my manuscripts again?” He was almost eager, already turning to retrace his steps back to his favourite spot on his ship. “You smile so warmly when we talk about it. I don’t like seeing others sad. It’s cold.”
Sunken in his thoughts, his clouded eyes met yours. Though his smile was incapable of clearing the icy fog surrounding you, his happy grin lifted the thoughts visibly circling his mind. “But I know we’ll make them happy together, right?” He beamed at you. His hand was raised to pat the fluff on your hood. Not for the first time. “We are a great team. I’m sure one day we’ll have brought joy to the entire universe. Maybe even beyond.”
Agree with him?
Yes
No
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If Lemon and Tangerine's coats survived the crash in any recognizable form, someone probably found the two goldfish biscuits in one of Tangerine's inner pockets, and this tiny image is absolutely unbearable for some reason.
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i know theres a large free space, i'll probably end up making more doodles later
Davesport doodles!
god i love them so much
i might draw other dsaf characters soon i just need to get my shipping fill
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my handwriting is forever the way it is because when i was a dyslexic little boy, i used to copy the way the girl sat next to me wrote. my teacher would always say i wrote with girly y's, and now every time i write a lowercase y or g it's all curly and flowery; the rest of my letters are straight lines and perpendiculars. it's sweet in a way. seeing her in my life from so early on
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