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So I read one of Neil Gaimenโs post with a list of songs from Velvet Underground that were Crowleyโs favourit songs from them. (Black Angelโs Death Song, Iโll Be Your Mirror, and Pale Blue Eyes). Now I have never listend to this band. So I look them up and?? it so much?? softer than what I expected?? I was expecting some level of rock??? There such soft tunes, just makes me love Crowley more
Y'all...Y'ALL-
Why is nobody talking abt this lanky ass man's LEGS????
He seems like the type to randomly bounce his thigh while you're sitting on his lap and then laugh like a maniac from your reaction ๐ญ
Like y'all would be chilling in the Bebop while Edward and Ein go off and run somewhere as he sits on one of the yellow chairs and you come up and sit on his lap.
He takes this as his chance to tease you a bit and as you get comfortable, you look up at him as his big silly grin shows up on his face. '๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐, ๐บ๐๐๐๐?"
And before you can react, he bounces his leg suddenly and looks at your flustered and shocked face as you we're blushing furiously. "๐๐ค๐ค๐ ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐, ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐๐~"
Now he's laughing hard as you hide your flushed face in his chest
LET'S BE HONEST WE'D ALL GET ON OUR KNEES FOR HIM-
็ฌฌ12ๅใปใใทใงใณ็กไบ็ตไบ
๏ผใใผใณใฎใธใฃใบใใใใปใใทใงใณใซใชใใพใใใๅใ ไบบใฎใใฏใใใฏใๅพใ ใซใงใฏใใใ็ขบๅฎใซไธใใฃใฆใใใจๆใฃใใๅไบบ็ใซใฏๆๅใจๆใใใใ
ใใฃใๆฒ
how high the moon
what is this thing called love
Candy
Day by day
if i were a bell
like someone in love
love is here to stay
everything happens to me
if you could see me now
itโs all right with me
ๆงๆๅก
ใขใซใใตใใฏในใใฝใใฉใใตใใฏในใใใขใใใใฉใ ใ๏ผฅใใผในใใฎใฟใผ
ไฝ่ซ
ใใฉใผใๆผๅฅใฎ้ฃใใใ็ฅใใๆๅญใใใพใๅใใชใใฃใใ
ใใใจใใซใผในใไปใพใงไธๅใใฃใฆใชใใฎใๅ้กใใใใใชใใ
ในใฟใธใช๏ผฏใฏในใฟใธใช๏ผฎใซๆฏในใฆ็ฎก็ใ้ใชใฎใงใๆททใใงใใชใใใฐๅงใพใใ็ตใใใฎๆ้ใฏ้ฉๅฝใ ใฃใใ
Day 3 of @tmaynt, favorite henchman:
You canโt have bebop without rocksteady! (Which basically boils down to I canโt decide which I like better)
Iโve never drawn either of them, and this took days to do. But itโs looking good imo. Iโve been trying new things with my art so I can keep it simple and not overwhelm myself. Also I know bebop only has 3 fingers in 2012, but I drew a really good hand and I wasnโt going to waste it ok?
(This can be read as either platonic or romantic, I just thought it was funny. Original under cut)
I know quality isnโt great, but hereโs also a bonus doodle
I've found some Bebop fans activity, glad to see you here, guys! ^^ Here is my experiments with charcoal and Vincent =)
Not an often guest in this public - Vicious! As we see here, in the Red Dragon crime sindicate there is not so much time for sleeping =[
Ribbons make everyone cutie! =D
And the final part of my BebopTober arts. Yes, it is December, but who cares...
The best present from the team: to give the captain to SLEEP!
"I don't suppose I could convince you to keep this to yourself, huh?"
Ed's eyes were alit with mischief but something in his tone must have gotten through to her because she was quiet for a long minute.
"Jet-person doesn't like his birthday?" She asked finally, a concerned frown on her face.
He sighed. "It's not that exactly. It's just... There's no need for a fuss."
Edward considered this as she followed Jet up the stairs to the bridge. Spike and Faye were visible from the windows, smoking on the deck. Ein pranced around by their feet.
"No presents? No songs? No cake?" She persisted.
Jet shook his head. "No need, Ed. See, most folks are always wanting. More money, more power, more from others. The way I figure it, I've already got all I need. And, do you know what the best things are anyway, Ed?"
She shook her entire body with the force of her head shake.
"Well, the best things in life aren't things. It's... Having dinner with your family. Having a smoke with your friend," He gestured to the pair outside. "It's getting to spend time with folks you care about."
"Ohhhh. Like Faye's belonging. Or how Ein protects Spike-person from bad dreams."
"Exactly. Presents aren't important - presence is." Jet emphasized.
Ed made a thoughtful sound and went to press her face against the window. She tapped on the glass until Spike noticed her and put his hand on Faye's shoulder to indicate to her to turn around. Ein looked up also. With their attention on her now, Ed began making a series of faces through the glass. Her breath huffed steam against the surface and with delight she pulled back to draw a heart before it faded.
Below, Spike was shaking his head with a smile and Faye, rolling her eyes, still blew her a kiss.
Turning back to Jet, Ed grinned hugely. "Ed hasn't said a thing to the others. But... Kind of funny how they chose today to be chill like cucumbers. No stress, no mess."
Jet chuckled. "You're right, kid. Their presence isn't always a gift, that's for sure. But..." He fixed her with a stern look. "And don't go blabbing this around either... But it's good having you all on board. Even when they make me shout or when you flood the bonsai room."
Ed laughed. "Ed was just making it rain!"
It seemed useless to tell her that bonsai trees didn't need that much water, and anyway she'd been trying to help. Though he certainly hadn't let her help with the plants since then. It seemed so long ago now since he'd met back up with Fad, finally learned the truth, and had made his peace with that bit of his past.
Fad had known his birthday. Alisa had too. Fad would take him out for a drink, and Alisa would get him something useful. Neither was a part of his life any longer. For that matter, who knew how long any of these strays would linger on the ship.
Sharing inconsequential details like birthdays was unimportant.
They shared plenty on this ship as it was.
"You know, Ed ... there is cake, actually." Jet confided as he reached into the small compartment by the pilot chair. "I picked some up at the market earlier. Just a slice, since I couldn't afford a whole cake and real food too." He set the container on a nearby flat surface.
Ed was staring at the box with wide eyes and a mouth all set to drool.
"Those two don't need any sweets, and chocolate is no good for dogs, but... Well, I'll share with you if it buys your silence about this whole birthday business."
"Bribing Ed?" She said with a giggle. "Now Ed is truly a member of the Bebop,"
Bemused at her logic, Jet offered her the cake first. "Of course you're a member of the team, kid."
"Family," She replied through a mouthful of cake. "Bebop is family." She grinned at him. "Happy birthday, Jet-papa-person."
Jet entered the living area, wiping his hands on his pants. Even with liberal use of a grease rag he'd still need to take a shower to get truly clean, but at least the zipcraft were all tuned up.
The others were gathered in the room already. Spike and Faye on the couch, clearly playing an awkward game of footsie under the guise of fighting one another for more couch space, and Ed was sitting crosslegged on the chair with Ein in her lap.
He barely gave them all a glance on his way through to the washroom, though they all seemed equally preoccupied. "What are you all eating?"
"Cookie tartare," Faye replied airily.
Her words made him pause just before going down the short set of stairs. "Cookie tar... Wait a minute..."
Spike was trying to hang a spoon from his nose when Jet looked at him as the lanky cowboy spoke up. 'It's just cookie dough. Ignore Faye, she just likes to feel fancy."
Ed threw her arms up into the air, a spoon in one hand and an empty glass in her other hand. "Yup yup! Fancy pants! That's why we're using the pretty goblets!" She held the glass by the stem and twirled it between her thumb and pointer finger.
Jet's jaw dropped as he recognized what she held. "Hey! Are those my copita glasses?!"
Faye grinned at him. "Don't be such a grump, we saved you some!"
He felt his eyebrow twitching. "You're not supposed to eat cookie dough raw like that," He grumbled.
"Oh come on and live a little!" Faye shot back. She set her glass on the table and begun copying Spike with her spoon and nose.
"Were you saving these glasses for something? They were just collecting dust in the store room," Spike told him. He finally succeeded in balancing the spoon on the tip of his nose and crossed his eyes to add to the look.
"I... You..." Jet stopped himself. He hadn't yet had a chance to use the glasses - usually they drank straight from the bottle. It had been a goal in the back of his mind to one day have a refined whiskey palate, and these glasses had been a step towards that eventuality, though he'd forgotten they even existed since they'd been stashed since about the time Spike had joined him on the ship. The other man was far too prone to destruction for Jet to feel comfortable leaving delicate glassware lying around.
There was another copita glass on the table, stuffed with raw cookie dough, and Jet realized once again that his goals had been shuffled around entirely by this group of oddballs. They found a way to take everything he had and make it...different. Not bad, just... Repurposed. Kind of like what he'd done to the Bebop itself when he converted it from a fishing trawler to a space-worthy vessel.
They didn't do things at all the way someone would expect, but they did things with heart. And, while Jet was somewhat leery of eating anything one of the others had prepared - perhaps especially something relatively raw like this - he found himself picking up the glass and giving up on his mission to get clean.
Ed cheered him on. Faye managed to get the spoon on her nose but only had a moment to rejoice before Spike kicked at her ankle again, still pretending to vie for the couch space. Ein whined and curled up in Ed's lap to ignore the others and try to sleep.
It tasted like there was too much baking soda, but aside from that... The dough actually wasn't too bad. And really, sharing this time with these people seemed like a great way to break in those glasses, now that he thought about it.
*smash!*
Jet closed his eyes to savor the sweetness, deciding to ignore whoever had literally broken something nearby. Sure, this was his circus, but these clowns could just clean up after their own damn selves.
*no bc this NEEDS to be canon now
I want an AU where in space arc the Foot joins the turtles + April and Casey. I love the Foot and need more content with them, and I'd love to see them interacting with the turtles and Fugitoid too. Imagine it though.
Baxter, Anton, Donnie, and Fugitoid are science buddies
Xever and Raph being actual friends (and Casey makes it even nuttier)
Chris and Mikey binging Bradford's show
TC going back to dimension X and reliving all the post trauma from their childhood
April and Karai and Mona having girl time
Ivan getting drunk in some space bar
Raph and the whole Foot all being terrified of bugs (except Baxter, he's joining the bug cult)
Leo and TC both having to manage their groups and stop them from annihilating each other
Karai and her brothers bonding
Raph, Mona, Anton, and Ivan have a double date
The Foot wishing to be humans in the wyrm episode
Chris abuses the think-food-machine thing
Everyone goes into Mikey's mind
Xever seeing Armaggon and being a jealous little (fish) bitch
Anton and Ivan meet their 80s selves with the turtles
They become a huge family at the end
The fight when they get back to Earth would be fucking insane
*part 4 of tmnt 2012 comic screenshots
![he's on his shoulders :,]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/f3d65b697f6e11f2335d7b6659a5746f/717e0638a11255fd-c7/s250x400/0a677b18d3050a76023d0f1919f304d56205fc11.png)
*part 6 of random tmnt 2012 comic screenshots
