Eugene: Hey, Jack? Jack: what? Eugene: you know, I’ve been thinking. Jack. Oh yeah? What is it now? Eugene: Well, I’ve come to the conclusion that, I don’t care if Monday’s blue Jack: Or, Or, like, if Tuesday’s grey? Eugene: And Wednesday, too. Jack: And Thursday, I don’t care about you. Eugene: It’s Friday Jack: Friday Eugene: Yeah, it’s Friday, and I’m in love Both: *laugh*
I think that the longer you stay at Abel the more capable you are of getting over the intense Sam-Crush and it probably develops into just a fondness and an intense feeling of security and/or a strong desire to protect him
But I feel like probably all the runners had at LEAST a couple weeks where they were head over heels for Sam and I bet he’s mostly used to it and sort of flattered.
and probably it makes things complicated when he likes a runner back because is it just a phase for them or????
“Come with me if you want to live.” - Almost 2 hours
I love these two from Zombies, Run! I couldn’t refuse when my friend Sue asked me to draw this moment for her as a commission. Let it be known that it’s very easy to make green plaid look like watermelon. I tried to do some cool perspective thing with the pose initially but it just turned into Jack having a monster T-Virus Birkin arm which I can still kind of see but I’m happier with how it’s turned out now.
Jack: Songs with Christmas in the Title. GO! Eugene: I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas. Jack: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas Eugene: Do They Know It’s Christmas Jack: Last Christmas Eugene: AH! All I Want for Christmas is You Jack: Lonely This Christmas Eugene: Oh, no, Hang on! Jack: I Wish it Could be Christmas Everyday! It’s Christmas Time! Don’t Let the Bells End. Wumbling Merry Christmas. Eugene: Now you’re making these up. Jack: Rocking Around the Christmas Tree. Mr. Hankey, the Christmas Poo. Christmas Alphabet, the Gift of Christmas. Eugene: Hang on! Jack: What? Eugene: Show me. Jack: No, show you what? Eugene: You’ve got them written on your hand! Did you just ROFFLEnet these? The only person you’re cheating, mister, is yourself. Jack: Father Christmas, do not touch me. Eugene: No, that’s not real. Jack: It’s by the Goodies. Should we do presents live on air tomorrow? Eugene: Oh, uh, Yeah, awesome. Jack: YES! I love Christmas.
good morning! (six to start) / I bet you look good on the dance floor (arctic monkeys) / alone together (fall out boy) / campfire (grizzly bear) / don’t you give up on me (milo greene) / gimme sympathy (metric) / like real people do (hozier) / sea of love (cat power) / home (edward sharpe and & magnetic zeroes) / text me up (six to start)
Jack: Now, Obviously there are some children out there who know it’s Halloween tonight. Eugene: A Holiday we keep celebrating. Jack: Because it’s brilliant! Eugene: I just don’t know if that’s true anymore. Anyway, Major De Santa has requested that, and this should be obvious but, NOBODY is to dress up as a zombie. Just to repeat that, NOBODY. IS TO DRESS UP. AS A ZOMBIE. Jack: If you do dress up as a zombie, you may well be shot. Eugene: Which will probably put a damper on your trick or treating. Jack: Stay safe guys.