Thinking about how Branch was the only Brozone member with a stage name.
Like, it goes:
Spruce: the Heartthrob
Clay: the Fun One
Floyd: the Sensitive One
John Dory: the Leader
Bitty B: the Baby
I’d like to hc JD gave him a stage name for privacy/security reason, being that Branch was literally a baby(in diapers still).
Kinda like how the creator of Bluey doesn’t put Bluey and Bingo’s VAs in the credits bc they’re his daughters and he wants them to have a normal childhood.
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Translation for the non baguette:
No, stop. We don't do that here. Where did you learn that even?
I know you don't like Killer but your bullshit isn't gonna fix anything.
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Will always be obssessed w this shot btw. The branches of the tree reaching out for his siblings while he's fidgeting nervously with his real hands. Shiv and Kendall sitting comfortably on thrones (even if kendall is a little bit higher), while roman has a choice if he sits on the empty seat or not. And we know roman always sits on the floor by the seat, never on it. Especially not after the funeral when he didnt even believe he had the right to step into logans mausoleum. Who was responsible for composing this shot i just wanna talk.
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Number 2 of WRW Raphs partners!
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every day i pray for doctor who to stop neglecting companions other than rose and doctors other than ten and every day RTD spits in my face and says "more Rose angst"
I just want Martha or Bill or Rory or, god forbid, 11-13 to be treated with respect 😭
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Nobody talk to me I just remembered Tara has to stand on a chair to reach the top shelf.
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oh my god oh my god oh my god
NAAFIRI??? FEMALE DARKIN WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO HAVE A REALLY FUCKING COOL MONSTER DESIGN???? HOLY FUCKING SHIT I’M LOSING MY GOD DAMN MIND
AND WE ALSO GET A VARUS VOICE UPDATE FUCKING FINALLY
GIVE ME MY TWO GAY ARCHER MEN
DEAR GOD DARKIN SHIT MAKES ME ABSOLUTELY FLIP OUT AND I DON’T EVEN FUCKING PLAY THEM
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The room is so silent it hurts. Jack’s eyes are wide and sad, his hand clenching into a fist and falling to press tightly against his thigh. The glass Eric dropped is shattered to pieces all over the kitchen floor, a puddle of water slowly spreading over the gleaming tiles.
“Sorry!” Eric blurts out finally, voice trembling, body trembling even harder. “I – I just –”
“It’s okay,” Jack says, but he still moves cautiously with his eyes unmoving from Eric, like Eric’s some wide animal that he might spook. “I shouldn’t have…”
He trails off, sentence unfinished. Eric gets it. There’s nothing he shouldn't have done; Jack never does anything wrong. It’s Eric who startles and flinches and gets lightheaded whenever the stranger he’s supposed to be engaged to tries to touch him.
“It’s fine, Bi–Eric.” Jack clears his throat, then crouches down to pick up the shards, smiling faintly up at Eric. “This floor's been through worse. It’s not even the first time I made you drop something, eh? Least this time it’s just water and not peanut butter.”
Eric has no idea what that means. Eric doesn't remember. After a moment, the tiny smile on Jack’s face fades away. He looks down at the floor, sighs quietly, and goes back to picking up broken glass with his bare hands.
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