Now I'm stuck imagining the SS sitting there messily wrapping duct tape around their weapon while Danse is gazing over at them fondly. Their scope's askew, and the knife they've rigged to the bottom of their rifle's in danger of falling off, but it's still the best thing ever, darn it.
‘What’s she doing?’ ‘HER BEST.’
Little do they both know she’s deliberately fudging it because Danse fixing SS’s mistakes and teaching her the proper way to mod and leaning around her and guiding her and whoops did our hands just touch as we both reached for the same part is a quality way to spend quiet evenings in Sanctuary Hills.
hello! we love calvin and we love that you take fat cat submissions! this is my boy seymour aka squeemore aka fat fucker. 16 pounds of extra squishy orange blob love. oh, and the markings on his side actually spell the word “blob” but i can’t figure out how to attach a second pic.
edit: SQUEEMORE. He’s got a good face!! Cute little ears! Good loaf shape. A+
I want to take this opportunity to wish Lee Seokmin–Seventeen’s resident happy virus, seokshine, and horse enthusiast–the happiest of birthdays. From your infectious smile to your Dracula laugh, I love everything about you. You’ve brought joy to so many fans like myself and I hope you continue to be the DK we’ve all come to know and love. I’m honestly so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in the past couple of months. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you because I just know that you will put 110% in every opportunity that comes your way *cough* hopefully a musical or your own radio gig or a variety show *cough*. Please continue to stay happy and healthy so that you can continue to be Seventeen’s main vocalist and energizer. Thank you for being born on this day and thank you for blessing Carats with your beautiful voice 💕