I didn’t know I could throw up, but you proved me wrong today. Thank you, cousin. Thank you.
You’re welcome, pal, you’re welcome, heh.
Say, does this skirt make my butt look big?
Wait wait wait against who???
But he’s our brother! To infight like that would only be stooping to the younger ranks’ level!
…. But tofu turkey…
Okay the mad king must be brought to justice for that.
There’s also ham.
You could always starve.
Spiral ham is an abomination and should be criminalised.
|Do you ever lie awake at night, staring your own mortality in the face, horrified by the brevity of existence?|
I did that for so many years that I actually managed to get over it and the concept’s become boring.
|Ever try drilling wood? ...A-ACTUAL WOOD, NOT YOUR BROTHER--!|
Yes, actually! There’s only two issues with it- drilling too fast with too little lubricant will quickly set any sort of wooden substrate on fire… which I found out that hard way.
:c Sorry Wood.
i feel like this is an appropriate time to tell you all that crash x drill is my otp for both of them
ooc even if pic would be ic
pumpingitup replied to your post: …
You guys are seriously messed up.
Oh yeah, like you’re not top commenter over at /r/powerwashingporn
|gosh crash people are gonna start thinking you run a porn blog if you keep this up|
I’ll start tagging NSFW I guess, but where do you draw the line between artistic
|Describe your first romantic experience?|
A faraway look appeared in Crash’s eyes as they glazed over at the question. He was a robot. Robots never forgot.
It had been a very exciting week when everyone started getting their anatomy upgrades, back when the DWNs were still small in number (compared to nowadays, anyway). The constant infighting and tensions that had been chronically plaguing the group for years had stopped overnight simply because everyone was way too busy playing with their johnsons (and each others!) to be blasting one another in the face.
And then there was Crash.
▷ Stealing the Body
Where’d our yuletide dead Russian go?
This is my worst Christmas ever.
I’m converting to Kwanzaa.
D: Christmas is RUINED! Halloween too probably a little.
((Guys ILU so much <3 thank you for all the birthday art and wishes! I’ve been afk for practically two days now, but I should be on tonight after work, I just wanted to let you guys know that I love you all and thank you so so much <3))
▷ Happy Activation Day, Crash!
25 years as of a few hours ago! Wow… I don’t even know what to say! I…
Who needs words? Let’s just enjoy it for what it is! »»
Friction drills…. I dare someone to tell me that’s not beautiful.
▷ Crashing in
"Well, looks like he blew his second chance!" Crash laughed, snapping out of it finally. "….third chance? Maybe if he asks Rock realllly nice he’ll let him in the fan club." he added, shifting Ring’s dead weight a little. "Why don’t we go set him up where everyone can see? Like a Christmas tree? I think we still have lights somewhere, and I think he’d look good in the main hall where everyone can enjoy him."
Of course, when he said “why don’t WE set him up”, he meant Air.
"And then we can go show Wood!"
"You think he still pines over him?" Air chuckles dryly before helping Crash with the body. The dead weight was less impressive to a massive figure like Air Man.
He lifted Ring up again. “Very well. How about the lobby? Nobody can miss this thing hanging from a pole. I’ll go get some things then before I wash up. No use getting more clothes filthy.”
It’s not like Crash could help even if he wanted to. Hands were nice to have.
"Sounds good! Yeah no use getting… more…" Crash trailed off as understanding struck him. Slowly he looked down at himself, his sweatshirt now smeared and filthy with all sorts of synthetic effluvia. With an audible click, his running lights switched from green to red.
"I’ll get the Christmas lights. Meet me in the lobby in 20 minutes." he hissed, storming off. Even in death, Ring was still a total and absolute pain in the ass.