gingerybiscuit:

largedad:

i love dave and rose so much not like as a shipping thing just. theyre both so good and all of their conversations are constantly 100% perfect and theyre SO RELATED!!!! 

like they havent even known each other for that long but dave is already like permanently attached to her being like “hey rose look at this dumb thing hahaha rose hey. hi rose. rose. lalonde. hey” every five seconds 

like I LOVE BOTH OF YOU LITTLE FUCKERS ALSO DIRK AND ROXY I LOVE. EVERYONe.

i want dave to fall asleep on her shoulder watching a movie and drool a little bit so she draws a moustache on his face. 

i want rose to write a twenty-chapter sweet bro and hella jeff fanfic with grand sweeping prose and an examination of the human condition through the metaphor of jpeg compression and dave says he’ll never read something that long that’s not for school but he does and chapter 13 makes him cry a little. 

i want them to convince the trolls that a polite human greeting requires a chest-bump and finger-waggle and dave has to go lock himself in a bathroom to laugh because even though it was his idea rose beats him at straight faces every time. 

i want rose to try and teach him basketball and end up playing some sort of bastard child of H-O-R-S-E and croquet. 

i want dave to bring her hot chocolate when she stays up late reading and trying to keep her company until she kicks him out for being unable to shut up for five minutes at a time i want them to hug a lot i want them to share hilarious stories about their upbringing because they each know exactly what the other one is feeling

darussianraa:

Me on trollmegle as a crappy Alpha Rose and this wonderful Dirk

THIS GAVE ME A LOT OF FEELINGS

I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED OUT OF THIS SO I HAD TO MANUALLY GO THROUGH TROLLMEGLE’S LOGS AND ADJUST THE NUMBER BY ONE UNTIL I FOUND IT 

BUT I FOUND IT 

theyoungdoyley:

drdemented:

acertainpavane:

Rose/Dave – La Belle Dame sans Merci Based on this painting.

Poem by John Keats 

If you guys remember this..

“So don’t change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G’s to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo

When the pimp’s in the crib ma
Drop it like it’s hot
Drop it like it’s hot
Drop it like it’s hot…” -English Romantic poet, John Keats

Sorry for reblogging my art, but yes. How did I forget the John Keats joke? It is perfect. 

https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/67159921/stream?client_id=N2eHz8D7GtXSl6fTtcGHdSJiS74xqOUI?plead=please-dont-download-this-or-our-lawyers-wont-let-us-host-audio

phemiec:

A short, dark, lullaby from Alpha Rose and Alpha Dave’s POV. Gorgeous track art by Faun-Songs.

Download at Soundcloud Source. 

~

I’ll leave you my bottles, babe 
Ill wrap them in wool and lay 
them down in your crib 
I’ll miss what might have been 

I’ll leave you my swords and shades 
I’ll put all my good into one place 
and ironys aftertaste 
will rock to you sleep, my babe 

When you watch what we made for you 
when you see what we gave for you 
when you read between the lines you’ll find 
We waited our lives for you 

But in seconds my time will end 
I count every breath my friend 
and when space invades again 
we’ll light the way, my baby 

so when the light catches blade 
when the time comes, do not be afraid 
follow the path we’ve made 
follow the path we’ve made 

~

brainsforbabyjesus:

brainsforbabyjesus:

You know that soulmate AU trope where the first thing your soulmate(s) says to you is some how magically engraved on your wrist? Why are those stories set in worlds that are otherwise socially normal?

I mean really. If everything was exactly the same except for this trope think of how many people would have hello written on their wrist. Think of how many people would meet the wrong person but hit it off anyway and think well this must be my soulmate(s) because we get along more or less. Think of how many people would get married and have a life and a dog and like start up some kind of artisanal meat market or something and then find out that they married the “wrong” person. Like, people wouldn’t be signing prenups, this is your soulmate it should last forever. So now you’re stuck in this crazy legal battle with your fake soulmate while your real soulmate is like trying to fend off people who also have hello on their wrist and think they’re making the wrong choice. Divorce lawyers would probably make it big in this hypothetical world.

But. I don’t think the above is actually all that likely when you consider that this would be a world where everyone knows that the first thing you say to your soulmate(s) is on your wrist. I think a whole world of this trope would basically teach people that you don’t say hello to strangers.

Instead you blurt out something very original. Last thursday I ate a live worm! I own a collection of glass eyes! I’m secretly a super villain and this is my android body! You know. Distinctive. Something that isn’t likely to be ambiguous.

Think of the possibilities. Think of a society that celebrates truly unique first words. People could see someone and spend hours agonizing over what ridiculous thing they want their first words to be. An unusual metaphor for your undying love? A declaration about how much you like snails? A compliment no one could have ever possibly said to them before? Your nose is a glorious rendition of the Summer Triangle. 

Kids would grow up being encouraged to say outlandish things. You wouldn’t be told to stop saying silly things. You would be told to make sure not to copy the silly things your friend said. Think of how careful parents would be about introducing very young children to new people. Kids that are too young might meet their soulmate and not realize it. They could miss their one chance because they were too busy fighting over a little mermaid eraser.

What about people who can’t read? What about people who are blind?

You wouldn’t say sorry if you bumped into someone on the street. You’d either stay silent or shout something oddball out first, I shove lilacs up my nose. and only then do you say sorry.

Imagine “speed meets”. Groups that organize meetups between complete strangers. You’re in a room with a hundred other people. Line up and start saying outrageous things. I am actually a hippopotamus. No? Okay next. I wish to own seven hundred thirty one and a half dalmatian mice. No? Alright. Next. One day I will travel to Europa in the fanciest of hats. And then the other person grins, Well captain it’s not naked if you’re wearing a hat. And damn they have been waiting years to say that line.

#i love this and i feel like it was written by wade w wilson via shehulkcankickmyassanytime

I think this is the best response this post has ever had.