only moustaches

2

uuuuUUUHHH…

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: if hannah montana was an internationally recognized pop superstar, why was miley's only form of disguise a blonde wig? how would the people at her school not recognize her face? if you saw a girl at your school with the face of taylor swift walking around but with black hair, you wouldn't see it and assume it was just a student with her taylor swift's exact facial features, would you??if lorde suddenly dyed her hair blonde she wouldn't become unrecognizable to everyone, right?? and wasn't billy ray famous before she was even born?? ignoring the fact that his only disguise was a moustache, did word not get out in the media that he had a kid??? wouldn't tmz still exist in this world? how did he convince everyone that his daughter was named hannah and not miley??? wouldn't they assume that "hannah montana" was a stage name anyway considering billy ray's last name was stewart?? wasn't billy ray her manager??? didn't he perform with his daughter multiple times??? how was he not recognized???? he was famous enough to have dolly parton be the godmother of his daughter, right????? why is jason earles so creepy????????

anonymous asked:

Girl, I saw this close up picture of Yuzu once with like stubble or something (not sure but sure look a bit like stubble), and now I can't stop imagining him with facial hair and his LGC hair style. Daym.

Originally posted by pilesofsmile

Well…..

BUT WAIT! 

WAIT! 

THERE’S MORE!

“La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”

“You tease me
Oh, please me
I want you to be my love toy
Come near me
Don’t fear me
I just can’t get enough of you, boy”

Gunther - Ding Dong Song

I swear…I dare someone to make a fan mv of Yuzu with this song. I would die.


Why a moustache you ask?

Well, he only has a moustache stubble.


Yuzu could tango toe-to-toe with Javi…

Originally posted by boysinblades

Professor Evans (4/?)

Summary: Y/N and Chris’s realtionship is becoming much more serious. And Chris “accidentally" flirts with Y/N. 

Pairings: Professor!Evans x Student!Reader 

Warnings: Not a single one, except for fluff that could give you a heart attack :)

Word Count: 1,440

A/N: You guys are the absolute best! Every one of you guys keeps me going and keeping me motivated to write more, thank you!!! 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3


Originally posted by mackievanstan


Monday turned out great, Y/N apparently is good at assisting and Chris is good at making her feel comfortable. They both agreed that Mondays and Wednesdays were the days that she could come in and help him and if she had any spare time she would also be able to work then. Everything about those three hours was amazing, Chris would ask her about her future and what was she planning on after college and sometimes they would transition the conversation to their personal lives. Families, friends, relationships; Chris was now certain that she was available but he still couldn’t figure out if she liked him back.

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Ok, so I really love what they did with Nikola Tesla in Fate/Grand Order. From what little I know of him he was an exceedingly brilliant man whose achievements were either stolen from him or downplayed by his rivals.

In FGO they present him as a Star Attribute Heroic Spirit. People in this group typically are extraordinary humans who have achievements large enough to be considered “the hope of humanity”. Other heroes in this group are Romulus (who founded Rome) and Francis Drake (who was the first person to circumnavigate the world). Out of all of the Star Attribute heroes we’ve seen so far, only Francis and Tesla have the Pioneer of the Stars skill.

Pioneer of the Stars
A unique skill bestowed to a hero who became a turning point in human history. Having brought down to the world a power that was endowed only by beings from the Age of Gods and raised civilisation up, [Tesla] possesses EX Rank on this.

The reason for all of this is that he “revealed Zeus’ thunder to the world”. He took something that belonged to the gods, and made it commonplace for humans. His entire fighting style in FGO is based around this. Not to mention that he is a 5 Star Servant, meaning that at least gameplay wise, he is on par with heroes like King Arthur and Gilgamesh.

The more I think about it, he is kind of an Anti Gil

They are both Chaotic Good 5 Star Archer Class Servants.

They both have Noble Phantasms that deal bonus damage to Servants of certain Attributes. Gil’s deals bonus damage to Servants that aren’t of the Star Attribute and Tesla deals bonus damage to enemies that are of the Earth or Sky Attributes. In other words, Tesla is resistant towards Gil’s NP, and deals bonus damage towards enemies who are from folklore or mythology. 

Gil is the oldest Heroic Spirit known to man, Tesla is the youngest Heroic Spirit we’ve encountered so far.

Gil wishes to cull mankind in order to restore the world to the Age of the Gods. Tesla wishes to complete his World Wireless System, granting the whole world free electricity, which no doubt would advance mankind even further from the Age of the Gods.

EDIT: Fixed a factual error regarding Francis Drake

Lammas Playlist


Admit it.

You skip Lughnasadah. And hey man I ain’t saying you don’t have good reasons. This holiday gets more skipped than Ostara. This unpronounceable second summer holiday has some hard themes to build a sabbat party around, and is a hard holiday for people new to the wheel to crack into. First, it’s about sacrifice, grain, and harvest. Lugh is about the labor of harvest. So here are some tracks to put on while you and your coven-mates rip off your shirts and get down to the communal labors of making bread, pouring beer, building a wicker man, and reenacting the labors of Lugh.

Also, I can’t know all music so reblog with suggestions please. 

Lughnasadh - Damh The Bard
Blue Oyster Cult: Harvest Moon 
Village People - Macho Man
Mulan - i’ll make a man out of you
TÝR - Hold The Heathen Hammer High 
ALESTORM - Drink 
TURISAS - Stand Up And Fight
Aloe Blacc- The Man
Overly Manly Man theme song by Ian Chapman
Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son
Lords of Acid - Mister Machoman 
Blue Scholars - Still Got Love
Blue Scholars - Loyalty
PUSCIFER -  CUNTRY BONER
Cameron Ember - Fireworks 
Bonnie Tyler - Holding Out For A Hero
Temple Of The Dog - Hunger Strike
Metallica- Harvester of Sorrow
The Mills Brothers - Bringing in the Sheaves
Steve Winwood // Traffic - John Barleycorn (Must Die)
Everything I Own - Bread
Spirits Of Fire Chant
Blue Oyster Cult: Burnin’ For You
Lughnasadh by Damh the Bard
Old Hornie by Inkubus Sukkubus 
Dolores Keane - The Wind That Shakes the Barley
Space Worms by future folk 
Wreck of a Modern Pagan by Murphey’s Midnight Rounders
Steven Universe - Be wherever you are 
Cryhavoc Cryscythe the original video
Inkubus sukkubus - Witches
Inkubus Sukkubus - Pagan Born
Wine And Beer by Erang Dungeon
Fire in Cairo-The Cure
Rocky Horror Picture Show - I Can Make You A Man
Spiral Dance- Faerie Tale
Skiltron- By Sword and Shield
Excelsis - Standing Stone
Serenity - Reduced to Nothingness
Folkodia thus a viking dies 
TURISAS - Battle Metal 2008 
Iron Maiden - The Wicker Man 
Zella Day - Sacrifice
 If You’ve Only Got a Moustache - A Million Ways To Die In The West 
Heather Alexander - Laddie Are Ya Workin’
Inkubus Sukkubus Corn King 
Cernunnos - Kate West
Lisa Thiel - Lammas Song
Fiddle And Jugby Strawfoot
Heartbeat of Harvest | CERNUNNOS RISING
Fun.: Some Nights
Deity by Wendy Rule
Green And Grey by Damh the Bard 
Blue Scholars - “Back Home" 
Thimble Island - Rasputina
Dancing In the Moonlight by King Harvest
Even Gods Do by Thea Gilmore
The Ripe & Bearded Barley by Coyote Run
Them’s Fightin’ Words by Coyote Run
Harvest Season - Heather Alexander
Kellianna - The Ancient Ones
Freysblót - Hymir’s Kettle
Blood And Bones by The Rowan Amber Mill
Scarborough Fayre - Mediaevil Baebes
Sting - Fields of gold
Big Country - Harvest Home 
The Woman In White:Act One:Lammastide 
Joe Jackson - Real Men

Dear Hairy Girls,

when I was eight I noticed my eyebrows were thick

like black caterpillars over tired, baggy eyes

I was already worried I wasn’t pretty enough to be

a popstar like I wanted

I took a pair of scissors and knelt behind the teacher’s desk

in front of a plastic mirror

and tried to cut them smaller

I walked around with a patch missing from my left brow for weeks

I couldn’t explain why I did it

just one of those weird things kids do.

Dear Hairy Girls,

when I was eleven I sat in a treehouse at a barbecue

with my older sister’s friends

I felt mature, cool even

then one of them looked at my legs and said

“those sure are some furry legwarmers”

I looked down, my legs were bare

save for the thick black hair 

moments later she asked if I was wearing eyeliner

“no,” I said, “I just have thick black eyelashes”

she said I was lucky.

Dear Hairy Girls,

I begged my mother to let me shave my legs

she gave me Nair, afraid I would cut myself

it gave me chemical burns that caused sores on my skin

but I never went a shower without using it

grateful to be free of what I felt was a plague.

Dear Hairy Girls,

I was sitting in gym class in grade seven

talking to a boy

that warm feeling in my chest, the safety of knowing

you’re too young for anything to mean something

but you can still pretend

and then the boy to my other side

pulled the back of my shirt down and shouted

“whoa, you have a hairy back!”

he turned me around to show everyone

including the boy I liked

I laughed it off but to this day

I can’t wear a backless shirt or dress.

Dear Hairy Girls,

the same year my mother plucked my eyebrows for the first time

I cried because it hurt, but when it was over

it was like another stone had been lifted

by fourteen years old I could shape my eyebrows

with the expertise and speed of a beautician 

and a year later it stopped hurting.

Dear Hairy Girls,

I was a girl who always wanted a nickname

I thought it would make me cooler, more popular

nothing ever caught on

until someone in the first month of high school

looked at me and said “moustache”

only a few people called me this to my face and when they did

it was gleefully, with broad smiles

but what bothers me more are the people who graduated

five years later

who had to ask my friends

what “Moustache’s” real name was.

Dear Hairy Girls,

I was told I was the kind of girl that boys would never like

(which I’m fine with now, because I’m the kind of girl

who prefers girls to boys anyway

with very rare exceptions and high standards to meet).

Dear Hairy Girls,

I was afraid to wear a swimsuit when I was fifteen

because people would see

my hairy arms, my hairy back, the patches I missed on my legs

and my hairy stomach.

Dear Hairy Girls,

I am the only girl I know personally who has

a fully defined happy trail.

Dear Hairy Girls,

I am fucking beautiful.

Dear Hairy Girls,

I know I can’t ask you to love

the hair on your arms

on your back

on your neck

on your face

on your legs

on your stomach

because I know how something as stupid as hair

can be used as a weapon against you

but if long, thick hair is a symptom of femininity 

then we have it in spades

and should never be afraid to show our gorgeous selves.

Dear Hairy Girls,

never settle for anyone who loves you

and thinks you’re beautiful

“despite” the hair

we deserve better, our hair is beautiful

and I hope you know 

that I’m rooting for you.

Even More Skype Call Starters

  • “The Zodiac Killer is going to George Bush.”
  • “I don’t know how you can be that stupid.”
  • “Indiana Jones has taught me nothing.”
  • “That’s a solid chocolate dick.”
  • “Go to the hospital, dick man.”
  • “Just google chocolate dicks.”
  • “I think they made a vagina too.”
  • “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.”
  • “Get your healthy chocolate out of here.”
  • “If I want to eat chocolate I want it to be bad for me.”
  • “You’re bad and broken.”
  • “I’ve been put in enough situations where I’m just hnnnng.”
  • “Don’t show me dick pics.”
  • “That’s fuckin nasty lookin’.”
  • “That doesn’t even look like chocolate that looks like a very dark man.”
  • “That is literally a cards against humanity card. That is the biggest blackest dick.”
  • “I don’t want jizzms when I’m eating chocolate.”
  • “Even if I had a dick I would not put a hat on it.”
  • “Wait why are you looking at hats on dicks?”
  • “I’ve seen enough accidental porn to know dicks don’t do that.”
  • “Nothing related to religion is going near my ass.”
  • “That looks like an asshole with a moustache.”
  • “There’s only so much dirt in the world.”
  • “Fuckin fugly ass dirt bridge.”
  • “What do you want from me it’s a gross ass dirt bridge in the middle of the ocean.”
  • “I love how the derpier I am the funnier I am.”
  • “Special dark chocolate more like I’ll put a special foot in your face.”
  • “We really need to label the death hole.”
  • “Fucking Christ we’re losers.”
  • “Have I ever said I hate gravel with a fucking passion? Because I hate gravel with a fucking passion.”
  • “Gravel is dirt that doesn’t know how to be dirt.”
  • “You’re not as much of a college student as my grandmother.”
  • “It was my butt hitting the chips.”
  • “That is 90% sparkles and 0% gender.”
  • “What is your gender? Sparkles. What’s in your pants? ✨ Glitter~ ✨”
  • “That’s the personification of a chicken.”
  • “Where’s the chicken option?”
  • “What are you, weird chicken child?”
  • “That’s…. disproportionate.”
  • “That’s a boy, I’ve seen his dick.”
  • “That’s a—fuck, um…”
  • “I don’t know what gender they are, but are they free?“
  • “Tossing chicken—whAT?”
  • "Don’t call me a racist you stupid bitch!”
  • “Is murder just on your mind 24/7?”
No One makes fun of my brother ~ A Markiplier Jacksepticeye and Crankgameplays Ego Fanfic

Mmk so I’m really excited to write this prompt of protective Anti lookin after the newest boi on the block who is the one and only CRANK and a certain bubblegum boi is gonna regret some of his actions😆 Dis is gonna be cute hopefully so HEERE WE GOOO!

His full name, for the most part, was Corroded Crank; Crank for short. And he was new. There had been ideas about him in the past, but it was only now that he fully existed; he liked existing, the world had so much. Places, experiences, and people. As soon as Crank had come into being he’d almost immediately been “taken in” so to speak, by this group of people who were like him. It was like a crazy family, but they made him feel safe. Some of them could be….trying though. One of those would be the vivacious Wilford Warfstache, who was currently grinning widely with his signature twinkle of mischief alight in his eyes.

‘Ya don’t have to get all mopey! It’s really quite adorable.’

Crank fiddled with the sleeves of his charcoal hoodie as he tried to muster up a relatively intimidating glare to throw at Wilford, the moustached man only grinned wider at his attempts. Crank realised that he was only teasing, but part of him did want to be taken somewhat seriously.

'No. It isn’t. There is not part of me that could be considered adorable, especially not my-!’

As he went to exclaim, his voice squeaked and crackled which cut him off. Wilford giggled as he repressed a small pout at the annoying defect, why the hell did he have to be stuck with something so annoying? Wilford stepped closer, his tongue poking out through his teeth due to his amusement.

'Your what? Your cute, crackly lil voice box?’

Crank folded his arms as light tinges of navy blue started to rise on his cheeks, making his clear embarrassment evident as Wilford continued to cackle and tease him. Meanwhile, not very far away, a certain green haired man was sauntering about in search of his new friend; aka Crank. As soon as Crank had manifested, Anti had taken it upon himself to take the newbie under his wing and they’d almost immediately formed a fast friendship.

'Awww are you embarrassed?’

Anti perked up at the sound of Wilford’s unmistakable voice, and started pacing towards where it had emanated from. He approached the entrance to the room slowly, half-hiding behind the doorframe as he peeked in, Anti smiled at the sight of Crank but frowned a little at his demeanour. Wilford had his back to him and Crank was so focused on looking at the floor that he didn’t see him, Anti narrowed his eyes at the scene.

'Sh-shut up!’

Crank was gritting his teeth as his flush darkened, and Anti gritted his teeth at the same time. He felt a bubble of annoyance rise up at the thought of Wilford teasing him, he knew it was just Wilford’s way, but it could sometimes be quite relentless. He narrowed his eyes as Wilford cackled loudly.

'That is so adorable, and nothing you can say will change that!’

Crank looked down at his shoes again before flicking his eyes up, but they weren’t fixed on the moustached man who was teasing him. They were actually fixed on the certain someone who had started to ever so slowly creep up behind Wilford, wearing a determined and signature maniacal grin. Crank’s lips twitched but he looked back to Wilford so that he didn’t give Anti away, since Wilford was still blissfully unaware. Crank cleared his throat gently.

'So…there’s nothing I can do to persuade you?’

Wilford furrowed his brows gently but still maintained a taunting grin as he placed his fists on his hips in a projection of his sassy confidence, which only made Anti smirk as he crouched…ready to pounce.

'Nothing at all.’

Crank couldn’t help his lips spreading into a wide, excited grin as Anti sent him a wink; Wilford finally started to feel a hint of worry.

'Well I’ll just have to get some help then.’

Despite them being spoken softly and carefully, Wilford’s eyes still widened fearfully at Crank’s words. His reaction was too late though, and almost immediately…his fate was sealed.

'BOO MOTHERFUCKER!’

Wilford let out a, totally manly, screech as Anti lunged towards him and knocked him so he was lying on his front on the floor whilst Anti straddled his back with smug satisfaction. Crank sported a wide grin as he observed the trapped man before turning to Anti.

'Thanks dude.’

Anti giggled and stuck his tongue out through his teeth as Crank shuffled over and sat on the carpeted floor, fiddling with his sleeves gently.

'No one taunts my cranky boy and gets away with it!’

Crank grinned and hugged his knees with a hint of bashfulness as Anti giggled again, before returning his attention to the moustached maniac below him. More specifically, Anti’s fingers and knuckles glitched with little crackling noises as they rested themselves delicately on Wilford’s sides; said man froze and gulped as Anti spoke.

'And now….for your consequences!’

Anti cackled as he let his fingers scribble against Wilford’s sides, and for a moment Crank was immensely confused; how would this be a consequence? However, he soon had an epiphany of enlightenment when bubbly laughter began to fly from Wilford’s lips and his own smile grew; he looked to Anti who was smirking heavily.

'For future reference, you should know that Wilford is impossibly and HILARIOUSLY ticklish…’

'Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup!’

Crank giggled at Wilford's squeaky, indignant protest as Anti’s fingertips worked their tickly magic. Wilford’s cheeks were already matching the colour of his moustache as he squirmed and giggled helplessly.

'And you call me adorable…I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as cute as you right now Wilford.’

His words were so nonchalant, and so softly spoken. Crank’s voice may have had its 'faults’ but at this point Wilford shuddered and flushed harder at the sound of it. Anti’s eyes lit up as he sent a grin Crank’s way, and let me tell you that it was laced with immense pride.

'Y'know, I couldn’t agree more!’

Wilford let out a yelp before descending into wild cackles as Anti forced his hands beneath him so that he could scratch and claw at his sensitive belly.

'Fuhuhuhuck!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!’

Wilford bucked and laughed heartily as Anti gleefully squeezed his tummy, making sure to worm under his shirt so he could torture the bare flesh. Crank only watched with a joyful and satisfied grin as Wilford slowly unravelled at Anti’s touch, Crank especially observed his face which was reddening further by the second.

'Y'know Wilford, with how you’re blushing it’s almost as if this whole thing embarrasses you-’

'FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHASSCRAHAHAHANK!!’

Both Crank and Anti guffawed at the nickname, sharing a mutual look of surprise and sarcastic admiration. Wilford let out a wild squeal as Anti decided to wiggle a finger into his navel at lightning speed, the glitching man chuckled as he spoke.

'Wow, very imaginative…you must not have learnt your lesson yet.’

Ignoring Wilford’s stammering hysterics, Anti turned to the brown haired youth with a smirk and flicked his head to the man beneath him.

'Ya wanna help?’

'NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!’

Crank grinned wider at Wilford’s protest, and despite its verbal theme it gave him the motivation he needed.

'Sure…’

He shuffled over to the two of them, Anti decided to nonchalantly massage Wilford’s hips which made him shriek and buck as Crank sat gently on Wilford’s shins facing Anti. Said man turned to him and gave his a wide smirk and a wink before going back to his own task at hand, but not before yelling bombastically.

'GO TO TOWN CRANKY BOY!’

Wilford wailed as Anti tortured him relentlessly, Crank meanwhile experimentally spidered his fingers over the backs of Wilford’s thighs; giggling happily at the results.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!’

Crank sniggered with a wide grin as he danced his fingertips over the muscles, scratching and pinching sporadically as Wilford screeched with the desperation and vigour of a true madman.

'Wow, this is a real bad spot for you huh? Tickle tickle Wilford….’

Anti had decided to let up on his torment of Wilford’s upper body so he could observe Crank’s actions with immense glee and pride.

'Wow Cranky you’re good at this!’

The brown haired man flushed gently at the compliment, for a moment disregarding Wilford’s intense hysteria due to his own bashfulness.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!’

Both Anti and Crank jumped at Wilford’s sudden heightened hysteria, and they both looked down to where Crank’s fingertips had landed. Oh boy was Crank embarrassed. His navy lush had returned as he saw that his hands now rested….on Wilford’s backside. Anti however found it rather hilarious.

'Ohohoho my fuhuckihing gohohod!!! Yohohou have aha tihicklish ahass?!’

Wilford couldn’t even speak, he could only open and close his mouth as his own voice box seemed to just fail there an then. Anti’s wild cackling filled the room, his head was thrown back as tears built at the corners of his eyes; Crank’s reaction was nowhere near as intense due to his slight embarrassment, but he nevertheless found it amusing.

'Wehell this was unexpected….’

Anti cackled more at Crank’s words, Wilford flushed harder than the sun as he let out an embarrassed whine and tried to turn his head so he could look at him.

'P-plehease I’m sohorry for teasing you! I-i swear I won’t do it again!’

Crank hummed to himself a little, he was of course immensely happy at the fact that he’d gotten a genuine apology from Wilford Warfstache. The most self-centred, prideful man on this entire planet. And yet….

“W-wait what are y-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!’

Wilford shrieked so loud that even Anti winced, but he was soon grinning heavily at the sight of Crank poking and skittering his fingertips over Wilford’s butt as he giggled childishly to himself.

'Wow look at that booty move!’

Crank let out a small cackle at Anti’s words as the pair of them observed how Wilford’s entire body seemed to shake and spasm due to the pinches and scratches that Crank’s nimble fingers unloaded.

'PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

Wilford was screaming. Literally. He thought his lungs were about to burst as the tears of mad hysteria streamed down his cheeks, the sensations were too much; he didn’t know why his butt had to be so sensitive, he just knew that’d he’d probably die if he wasn’t granted mercy soon. Crank meanwhile was having the time of his life.

'Wow, imagine what would happen if everyone’s else found out about this? I don’t think you’d ever hear the end of it….’

He grinned at the protesting screech that mingled with Wilford’s regular, wild outbursts of mirth. Crank’s lips twisted a little after a few moments though, he had to admit that he did feel bad about doing this to Wilford; so he let up and shuffled off his shins. Anti, though quite reluctantly, also shuffled off Wilford’s back.

'Ohohohoho my gohohohohod…..’

Wilford gasped in intense relief, his entire body was still tense as shockwaves and tingles reverberated over his torso, legs….and butt. Slowly but surely though, he began to relax, and managed to muster the energy to push himself up into a half-sitting position.

'Uhm….y-you okay Wilford?’

The moustached man blinked a few times before he looked up at the source of the wavering, and crackly, voice. He smiled gently at Crank’s slightly concerned expression.

'Of course I’m okay, I’m Wilford Warfstache!’

Anti let out a loud groan, making Wilford snicker at him as Crank relaxed with the knowledge that he, at the very least, hadn’t injured or scarred Wilford for life. Said man sent a slight glare towards Anti, who merely stuck his tongue out childishly.

'However…..’

Wilford’s tone of voice suddenly deepened as he flitted his gaze between Anti and Crank, surveying them with a slightly threatening glint in his eyes.

'It would be a good idea, for both of you, to not breathe a word of this….is that clear?’

Crank gulped, not hesitating to nod; he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Wilford’s….retribution.

'Y-yeah of course….’

Crank winced as his voice cracked and whined again, he averted his gaze as he prepared himself for the onslaught of taunting. What he didn’t expect though, was the broad arm that suddenly wrapped itself round his shoulders; the arm belonging to a gently smiling Wilford.

'Your voice’ll get stronger if you want it to, I promise. Although, I think it’s kinda cool as it is now….' 

Crank’s eyes widened as he looked up at Wilford.

'Really?’

Wilford chuckled gently at him a little, feeling a little sad that the young man seemed so surprised. Anti meanwhile was grinning and took the opportunity to burst back into the conversation.

'HELL YEAH! IT’S ALMOST LIKE MINE!’

Wilford and Crank both snickered as Anti spread his arms wide and bombastically, Wilford donned a slight smirk as he tilted his head at the glitchy man.

'Anti I’m not sure that counts as a compliment..’

'HEY SHUT UP!’

Wilford giggled at him as Anti sent him a playful glower, and Crank just watched with a light smile. He was fidgeting again, I don’t think it was due to nerves though. I think it was just his thing. Like Wilford and his gestures, Anti and his glitches…they’re all just like, their THING y'know? Just because your body isn’t exactly how you want it to be, or your voice isn’t how you’d like it….that doesn’t mean you can’t MAKE it what you want it to be.

HOPE YA LIKE IT, LUV YOUS XX