#AAAHHHHHHHHHHH SCREAMING

[prince-raisins-art]

me to the gorilla: i want you.

[condohavenoking]

[ladykyriaa]

LAHAAANNNNNNNNN MY PRECIOUS ABASCUS BOY

LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HIMMMMMMMMM

[ritz-writes]

spoilers for a garden across our collarbone chapter 19

AAAHHHHHHHHHHH

HE KNOWS HE KNOWS MK KNOWS AND I KNEW AS SOON AS HE GOT ONTO THE FUCKING HOLOSCREEN THAT THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN. AND THEN THE LIVESTREAM FUCKED UP AND I STARTED SCREAMING AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN

AHHHHH FUCK

NOW I GGOTTA WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER. IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND. IM SHAKINGG

@pittdpeaches that cliff hanger was UNCALLED FOR BUT UNDERSTANDABLE

i hope my tears fuel u

[quinloki]

Also, I would like you to know that Gomez proposed 👀👀

Haha, we got so many weird looks from little old American ladies, but what can I say, I literally couldn't care less 'bout them 🤷 not my problem that they judge other people's happiness

….

/brain catches up/

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

🦕🦖🥰😍😍💖💕🦖🦕

\lol/

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH AAAHHHHHHHHHHH IM SORRY ITS NOT VERY DIGNIFIED BUT I GOTTA SCREAM RIGHT NOW \lol/

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I’m so happy for you both \o/ ❤️❤️❤️

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP!!! AAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Oh my goodness this is so lovely and cute!! KALE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺💛💛💛💛💛

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Peach watching these baby twos roll around smacking each other tails flicking and thumping screaming at each other the other kid has one of Peppers arms in its thankfully toothless mouth so they're both one arm down hissing just sounding like they're mauling each other as Peach sits the other baby two upright like *not sure if Pepper is making a friend or rival for life*

Peach: Is my kiddo gonna commit homocide?

Pepper and the kitten

Peach: Aaahhhhhhhhhhh?????????

[chocolatecakeandbl]

"I defended a friend," Sky protests. He's not Rain or Sig. Or heaven forbid, P'Som. Why would someone want to start a physical fight?

Ple's scream did attract attention -- Rain and the few juniors hanging around outside to eagerly (and rather rudely) ask Rain about dating P'Phayu -- they all came running. The mugger got in one last punch on Sky, with it happening too quickly, before they fled alone in the street.

Por got there first, yelling their names, grabbing Sky's wrist when Sky landed on a knee. Sky lost focus through the immediate jolt of pain.

Rain, along with the hot-headed juniors, took off after the mugger. Sig hugged a visibly distraught Ple clutching her purse to herself. She called out for Sky, kneeling with him, near-tears about the bloody lip.

After explaining this, Prapai's arms tighten around Sky.

"Let me take care of you?" Prapai murmurs, tilting his head to stare into his boyfriend's eyes going a bit unfocused. Violence feels familiar. Burning hot like a lighter on Sky's skin. "Hmm? Baby, I'm right here."

Sky blinks, frowning. "You don't hav--"

"Stop."

It's firm, and yet, Prapai's exhale feels gentle on Sky's bruised mouth.

"Stop carrying everything yourself... and let me. Let me take it for you."

Part 4!!!!!!!!!!!!

HIT ME IN THE FEELS, WILL YOU?!!! AAAHHHHHHHHHHH The TURN! I didn't expect the turn, and ahhhh *incoherence and screaming following* adhaoghaoghcdhfagh

Okay, deep breath. Sky, baby. Sweetheart. Honey. PLEASE allow Pai to take care of you. And Pai: World's Strongest Soldier. I love their moments together when Sky is about to break, haunting trauma and all, and we see Prapai just being THERE for him, no questions asked. I mean, not that I want Sky to have a bad day (but let's be realistic, IT HAPPENS) but Prapai... I mean... Prapai.... I mean... you know what I mean....

-- Edit: Find all other parts in my Masterlist

[nouveau-riche-princess]

my landlord was like asking me about my neighbor and i was like well the loud music stopped but he screams at his girlfriend every day and screams for no reason (literally jus screaming "AAAHHHHHHHHHHH") 5-6 times a day and constantly getting in screaming arguments over the phone. and then he said well i dont have any control over that. And i was like of course you dont, hes a fucking psycho domestic abuser. and my landlord was like. Well. Hes medicated. Like okay??? I dont care!

[most-mistreated-characters]

SCREAMS.

AAAHHHHHHHHHHH

[mamavanheat]

NOT ME SCREAMING AAAHHHHHHHHHHH

[unknown-smudge]

I AM ABSOLUTELY SCREAMING AND FLIPPING OUT AT THE ART STYLE AND THOSE WIIIIINNNGGGSSS AAAHHHHHHHHHHH TEACH A CLASS

bird of prey

[anenbyraccoon]

You know that video with the screaming deer? That's been my mood throughout this whole summer. :I

[legendsgalore]

AAAHHHHHHHHHHH I DONT THINK I CAN SCREAM LOUD ENOUGH TO CONVEY HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! warm cinnamon chocolate smell ~♡

I like how we all kinda know that march wouldn't beat around the bush when it comes to something like caring for you, even if he doesn't consciously acknowledge that he is doing it. If he sees you working through a fever he will check god damn it, if he sees you injured he will hold you tight until he can bandage you himself or carry you to the clinic

March can be easily flustered...

...If he was aware that the things that he did or were done to him were to be taken as gestures of affection, whether it be platonic or romantic.

There was a method to his madness. Simplicity in logic was to be preferred over convoluted solutions and discussions. The most direct course of action to reach perfection, even when that particular avenue could be misconstrued into something else.

But he couldn't always see it.

When you pointed out that he was being sweet when he gave you that hoe (after fully insulting you, please do not forget) knowing full well how much pride he has on his work, how much blood and sweat he spent on meticulously crafting it to the best it could be, he was a blubbering mess.

He was sober that time so he had the mind to throw you out of the shop with a rather hasty slam to the door, leaving you cackling loud enough for him to hear from inside the blacksmith (loud enough, mind you, to wake up Olric from wherever the hell he was taking a nap).

That one moment you told him that you found it sweet that he took the time to teach you on how to use his forge (with the thickly veiled threat that he will break your arms if you so much as damage his equipment. Don't worry, you threatened to shove his sorry ass into the fire if he ever tried. Both of you had to pull Olric away from the forge because he would have actually fallen into it after laughing so much at the both of you), you were sure he was gonna have a stroke.

When you heard him mention at the Saturday market that he liked hot chocolate, he banged his shin into the stall accidentally when he saw that you bought him a cup (he did accuse you of bribing Darcy to poison it, though. Little shit had the gall to slap your hand away like a greedy little gremlin when you tried to take it back. Both of you were bickering so much that the poor cup of hot chocolate had to be saved by Olric lest it get spilled).

Little instances led you to believe that the man was just a blubbering mess of nerves and embarrassment whenever he ever gets associated with being sweet.

But then there was that time when he took your hand into his, examined every digit, ever crevice, every scratch, every contusion with such intimate concentration that you thought your heart would fail from beating so fast (you didn't even hear him lecture you about being a dumbass in the mines again while he bandaged you, so congratulations on that little victory).

There was that time where you injured your hand (again) and was unable to properly eat your meal. Josephine offered to help you but the gremlin of a man already took it upon himself to feed you himself, all the while continuing the lecture that he started two days before (don't worry, you were much too focused on his very close proximity to you and not choking on the food that you didn't have the mental capacity to process whatever the fuck he was saying).

And then there was that time, one horrible autumn morning, that that fake redhead came barreling towards you, come to a full stop, and rather abruptly press his forehead into yours. You felt yourself short circuit for a moment, hyper aware of the fact that he smelled like nice cinnamon chocolate, both his warm, calloused hands gently pressed at your shoulders to keep you steady, that you didn't even realize that he was berating you for sporting a fever after overworking yourself for the nth time this season (not even when he hauled your ass up his shoulders and dumped you at the clinic himself. Valen wasn't sure if she was impressed or horrified).

None of these changes the fact that he was a wuss at being given compliments. But maybe, just maybe, he was also too dense at being able to pick up on the way his method of care ripped your heart into a torrent of emotion, turning you into the blushing, heart clutching disaster that you often thought of him as. And yeah, maybe you were a little lovestruck. Him too, possibly. Probably. Who the fuck knows. Neither of you surely don't.

(And between you and me, you wouldn't have it any other way.)

(You still hope the son of a bitch kisses you sometime soon, though.)

-0-

check out my masterlist lmao

[noroalia]

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[internecion-witch]

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AAAHHHHHHHHHHH

one word and im screaming incoherently

IT'S HAPPENING!