I Love Language Diversity And Misunderstandings In The Utmv You Dont Get It. I Love Headcanons For It.

i love language diversity and misunderstandings in the utmv you don’t get it. i love headcanons for it. epic would be multilingual just because. dust would yell at killer in korean and killer would yell back in arabic and horror would sit there speaking english trying to calm them down. accents. learning a language. slowly recognizing what words in the other’s language means. dust speaking to farm fluently and horror just sits and watches them talk and he doesn’t know what they’re saying but he loves them both enough to be enamored by it anyway (dustyrottencrops,,, grhrhfh,,).

cross not knowing nightmare speaks spanish so when he mutters anything under his breath believing nobody else will understand nightmare does and doesn’t let cross know for like months. epic learning japanese exclusively to watch anime without dubs/subs. cross learning filipino to talk to him (and even though his memories of that time are erased the language still comes so easily to him and he doesn’t know why for ages).

ink speaking every language although french is his first and japanese is his second. and it’s scary because my god you don’t need to know all that. I can’t keep secrets from you or nothin. error only speaking english and hating ink for being able to watch HIS show that easily.

killer and color being able to bond so easily because of their shared language. his teammates didn’t speak the same as him, and while nightmare technically could, oftentimes killer would be kept in the dark by that barrier.

on top of this i also really love culture diversity. food, holidays, traditions, outfits,, grhrhfhhghh,,,, sharing cultures my beloved,,,, accents,,, dies,,,

steve being victimised stimboard bc he gives me cuteness aggression

Day 4 : Frame

So who is ready to crash a streaming site through sheer numbers this october 18 watching The Edge of Sleep? WE ARE.

@yaaboi-jay

Day 8: Bento (plus a bit of the 4th that was frame I think)

Ink belongs to comyet

(edit: I forgot his fucking cheek)

my mom just had a 7cm brain tumor removed and since she's woken up she's been talking nonstop about this dream she had about going to an art gallery full of colourful paintings by a 'homosexual artist' named klimsdorf who was ethereal and wise, both young and old... at first she was convinced he was a real person but after failing to find him online she's accepted he was a figment of her subconscious mind and is now determined to bring him to life via painting his portrait herself. she's 67 and has never drawn in her life. and now this. blorbo from her tumor