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replied to your post “@deputychairman am working further on Home Out In The Wind’s epilogue…”
oh wow that photo. I was unconvinced, until that photo.
Yeah, it’s the only photo I’ve found that really works for me. And I looked long and hard for that one. (Google Images would not work. I eventually just scrolled back thru deputy’s blog because I knew it would be there, for sure.)
And mostly what works for me is the smartass smug look, I must admit. But he also has a phenomenal jaw and throat, and so the beardy looks don’t do it for me, but the moustache– I mean, I can allow it.
This is probably the only time I could allow it, though.
I gotta post it again now.
I mean like.
I’d say something flippant like “I’d sit on that” but I mean. Apparently demisexuals are faking if they say things like that in a hyperbolic tone about fictional characters or unattainable fantasies about movie stars, so I won’t. (I may have spent too much time on the Internet today. ohhh my god. I have never vagued before, I won’t start now. [deleted rant])
“Sure, Dad. You’ve had that weird little beard scrap hanging on your chin for forty years and you’re gonna judge me for having a perfectly normal moustache? I’m not on-duty, nobody cares what my face does, I’m keeping this.”
“You are doing it to drive me crazy, child.”
“I mean… yeah? Isn’t that the point?” Poe rolled lazily to one elbow just so he could gesture with the other hand.
“I kind of like it,” Finn offered.
“I wasn’t asking you,” Kes said, but the way he rolled his eyes made it plain he was conceding. “For the record, I grew this weird thing on my face for the first time thirty-five years ago because that’s when puberty hit me like a ton of bricks.”
“He was a late bloomer,” Norasol chimed in from her seat across the room. “That’s why I was so hopeful you’d still get a growth spurt, Poe.” She peered at him. “You never did though.”
“Thanks,” Poe said drily, “I noticed.”
replied to your post “@deputychairman am working further on Home Out In The Wind’s epilogue…”
oh wow that photo. I was unconvinced, until that photo.
Yeah, it’s the only photo I’ve found that really works for me. And I looked long and hard for that one. (Google Images would not work. I eventually just scrolled back thru deputy’s blog because I knew it would be there, for sure.)
And mostly what works for me is the smartass smug look, I must admit. But he also has a phenomenal jaw and throat, and so the beardy looks don’t do it for me, but the moustache– I mean, I can allow it.
This is probably the only time I could allow it, though.
I gotta post it again now.
I mean like.
I’d say something flippant like “I’d sit on that” but I mean. Apparently demisexuals are faking if they say things like that in a hyperbolic tone about fictional characters or unattainable fantasies about movie stars, so I won’t. (I may have spent too much time on the Internet today. ohhh my god. I have never vagued before, I won’t start now. [deleted rant])
“Sure, Dad. You’ve had that weird little beard scrap hanging on your chin for forty years and you’re gonna judge me for having a perfectly normal moustache? I’m not on-duty, nobody cares what my face does, I’m keeping this.”
“You are doing it to drive me crazy, child.”
“I mean… yeah? Isn’t that the point?” Poe rolled lazily to one elbow just so he could gesture with the other hand.
“I kind of like it,” Finn offered.
“I wasn’t asking you,” Kes said, but the way he rolled his eyes made it plain he was conceding. “For the record, I grew this weird thing on my face for the first time thirty-five years ago because that’s when puberty hit me like a ton of bricks.”
“He was a late bloomer,” Norasol chimed in from her seat across the room. “That’s why I was so hopeful you’d still get a growth spurt, Poe.” She peered at him. “You never did though.”
“Thanks,” Poe said drily, “I noticed.”
