Please Rb If You Think Demisexuals/demiromantics Are VALID AS FUCK
please rb if you think demisexuals/demiromantics are VALID AS FUCK
trying to prove a point
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“and the female figure clasps her chest, and begins to run for her…And the doors close.“
Absolutely had to draw this scene from the latest episode <3
wilbur soot, died a hero.
“Died a hero,” Tubbo hummed, staring at the gravestone from across the small river. “What’d’ya think of that, Tommy? He got what he wanted, I guess.”
Tommy threw a small rock into the lake. The trees around them carefully bended and rustled as the “blissfully,” as Wilbur would have put it, burning sun, turned into a calming gold hue. “Died a coward, that’s what I think — only thing he did was abandon us. Him and Phil. Murderer.”
A beat of silence passed through the small garden they had made. Tubbo laid on his back as he threw a final rock into the river. “Involuntary manslaughter,” he said, enunciating each syllable.
“…What? You always say—” Tommy started, before being cut off.
“Involuntary manslaughter is the action of killing another person without meaning to. Alex ‘n,” Tubbo wasn’t too sure if his pause was of fear, respect, or disdain — but he knew for a fact that it was not out of love. “Schlatt taught me that.”
“Oh, yeah, you can go off on me for calling my dad Phil, but when you say Schlatt, I don’t get to say anything? Real, fair, Tubbo, real fair.”
“It’s out of respect for the dead,” Tubbo spoke, eyes closed. “He doesn’t have a gravestone.”
“Doesn’t deserve one.”
“Neither does Wilbur, then?”
Tommy looked at him from across the river. He had his legs curled up to his chest, arms supporting his back — but mainly trying to get his hair out of the way, since it had grown longer during the war.
“I’m not one to decide these things, Tubbo.” He picked up a rock and threw it in, sending a small splash his way. “I’m sixteen, y’know?”
”I know. We both know.” Tubbo imagined the boy across him, from a time before they had came here. They were both happy with their lives — they could have stayed with their old friends, had a nice home, one that wasn’t constantly in danger — “It’s too late, now.”
“Huh?”
“To go back. You only mention your age when you’re thinking about how things could’ve been. With your whole ‘not a child’ schtick.”
“And when did you start being a therapist?”
Tubbo’s eyes opened. “When you started needing one.”
The other rolled his eyes. “I don’t need a therapist, Tubbo.”
“You are a sixteen-year-old child who has fought in two wars, the first one beginning when you were twelve. I think you need a therapist, Tommy.”
“You act like you’re not one yourself! Don’t be so ‘high and mighty’ — you’re shorter than I am!”
“Perhaps I do, Tomathy,” Tubbo replied.
“Perhaps you do,” Tommy mumbled. “Whatever. We’re both screwed. Who cares?”
“Wilbur did.”
“Don’t you dare play that card, Tubbo.”
“I’m not wrong, Tommy. Stop acting like I am.”
“Maybe you’re not wrong, but that doesn’t mean you get to say that. It’s not… not right.”
“What, because he’s dead? Not like you didn’t want to talk about how he didn’t deserve his gravestone for so long,” Tubbo spat.
Tommy picked at the grass as silence passed through the area. “Do you think, if we had done something different, he wouldn’t have ended the way he did?”
“Ended as what, insane?” Tubbo opened his eyes to look at the sky, just for a bit. “Yeah. Yeah, I always think about it. There’s nothing you can really do, though. All we can really do is think about what he was.”
“I wish I tried more, Tubbo. I wanted to try more.”
Tubbo opened his eyes, all the way this time, and sat up. “I wish I saved Schlatt, but we couldn’t have done anything.”
“At least he’s gone, huh?” Tommy said, a bittersweet smile on his face.
Tubbo laughed. “At least he’s gone.”
Heavily inspired by this very specific post because the second i was it i made this connection inmidiatelly
philza and techno are interchangeable but you get the point-