Tristan Green (Skymed), Mac Coyle (Paper Girls), Alice Barone (Bang Bang Baby), Bella Sway (Moonhaven), Val (Astrid & Lilly), Jessie September (Recipes…)
I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.
Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:
Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao
this is so stupid :D
Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.
sometimes a family is a 6 ft tall trans woman, her psychotic mafia boyfriend who doubles as a village idiot, and his phycic lesbian cousin (also mafia)
“Angst” but actually it’s just reader seeing Rafe’s buzz cut for the first time lol
- 💓
"what did you do?" you cry out, a horrible, anguished look taking over your pretty face. he doesn't think he's ever seen you so distraught, except maybe that time you walked in on him punching the squishmallows that live on your bed.
rafe runs a hand through his freshly buzzed hair, rolling his eyes at your reaction.
"it's summer. fuckin' hot as hell. and it was getting too long, anyways-"
"no it wasn't!" you cry out, and for a second, he wonders if you're actually about to sob over his haircut. "it was perfect. i loved your hair like that."
"okay, calm down-"
"don't tell me to calm down! you didn't even ask me-" you huff, but he cuts you off.
"ask you?"
"i'm your girlfriend. don't you care about my feelings? do you even care about me?"
"woah, kid, it's just hair-"
you calm down eventually, but still make a pouty face every time you turn to look at rafe for the rest of the day. later that night in bed, you curl up against him.
"how am i gonna play with your hair now?"
"you can still play with it."
"no i can't. ugh," you groan, burying your head into his chest. another thought pours into your head. "what am i gonna grab when we do stuff?"
rafe tilts your head up with his fingers.
"what stuff?" your face burns.
"you know. stuff."
"use your words, kid."
"ugh. when you.. y'know.. go down on me," you end up murmuring quietly, burying your face again.