#He's so brocken

[cardcatcardboard]

Sorry about the sudden Trolls bombing I just finished the third movie for the fourth time they're the brain worms rn :3

[toffeesbabbles]

enough of drawing ink happy- ink emo time

[wildharesandboundteeth]

Me: ...and in exchange for this feast, please help them find a lover- augh no-- I mean- help them find a loving family-

Hermes, immediately when I pick up the deck: *makes the lovers card fall out*

Me: >:(

[opikiquu]

penacony am i right

[verdemoth]

i’ve posted this set of guys together in a lineup but i never got around to sharing more about them individually, so i’m gonna do that!

Tune here is an original member of the EEG, one of the first researchers approached by Sojourner and Pathfinder, the founders, back when the whole operation was just some barely funded passion project, and the properties of the Otherworld were poorly understood. She was a team leader for decades up until he met a tragic demise on what should have been a routine mission. He’s since been declared M.I.A. (in truth she Stayed Alive Wrong)

-> Tune and Odyssey were queerplatonic partners. They met each other in their school years and hit it off quickly. They signed on with the project as a package deal and for years they were a team of two and both set out for field research and exploration, but following an Incident that injured them both, Odyssey left the field for a different role and the various teams were consolidated into one unit for safety reasons. As a precaution, future expeditions would need at least three active participants.

-> Tune was very confident and self-assured, and naturally fell into a leadership role within the new system. He had a knack for assessing and utilizing the strengths of her teammates and encouraging teamwork and communication.

-> In the early days they were quite cocky and perhaps a bit too reckless, but the decades of her employment with the EEG mellowed her out somewhat. What really drew her to the initial job offer was the thrill of adventuring in uncharted lands full of unknown dangers.

-> In general, Opportunity tended to prioritize the pursuit of knowledge above his own safety, though being in charge of a team who depended on her for their own well-being helped to balance out this impulse.

-> In that early incident, Tune received a concussion that had lasting effects in the form of frequent migraines and insomnia. She wasn’t very vocal about her struggles, and he was more inclined to push through the pain than slow down and wait for it to pass.

-> Age didn’t temper her active lifestyle, either. As she neared her 50s they were still up to shit like free climbing vertical cliffs to get a good vantage point (and for the fun of it).

-> She was up to just that, on a mission with her sibling Spirit and friend Curiosity when a terrible, unnatural storm hit without warning. The Otherworld had always been a turbulent place, the landscape and climate always changing, but the team’s experience and technology should have been enough to sense the shift coming, but it caught them unawares.

-> Tune and his two teammates lost contact with mission control and each other for more than an hour. When the storm cleared, Curiosity and Spirit and the two constructs accompanying them were all recovered, but no trace of Opportunity could be found. Reluctantly, the team came to the decision to abandon the search.

-> Opportunity still exists, in some form. They haven’t had a run in with her old team in the few years since her disappearance. Mentally she’s not all there, retaining only their instincts and basic desires. He’s generally passive, but whatever the storm did to him left them with a connection to the shifting terrain of the Otherworld, which responds to their presence and volatile feelings. She’s usually surrounded by a storm like the one that changed her. He wants to be found, but… if she encountered and recognized her team, it’s likely he would seek to drive them out with force in a misguided attempt to protect them from the Otherworld’s many hazards.

[gloriasato]

hey now whys he kinda silly

[sirstarz]

Bruh look at this shadow I drew I based it off that one pic of him

[hoonvrs]

TRAINEES — l. heeseung smau

PAIRING heeseung × fmr

SYNOPSIS heeseung wasn’t known as ‘the ace’ for nothing, constantly ranking number one after every monthly evaluation. then suddenly a new name takentakes over first place — baek ‘Rin’, and heeseung doesn’t take lightly to competition.

GENRE smau, fluff, crack, more to be added

FEATURING ( enha ) all, ( fromis9 ) chaeyoung, jiheon, ( txt ) yeonjun, ( newjeans ) minji

WARNINGS swearing, kys/kms jokes, friendly bullying, sex jokes, loser heeseung ( more will be added if necessary )

STATUS ongoing, slow updates

TAGLIST ( OPEN )

S. NOTE new smau and as the queen of loser!enha that means loser heeseung agenda dun dun dunnn ( let’s completely ignore timelines cause if i keep switching between new and old pics don’t clock me.. )

noot hee you will always be famous

also please don't spam like as it shadowbans me and lessens engagement <3

PROFILES

flower boys | hybestars

CHAPTERS

01 bang sihyuk count your days.

02 ain’t that ur rank

03 sunKISS MY ASS

04 i purple you heh

05 she gagged you omg

06 meeeeee :3

07 u pack of slags

08 Woah, calm down jamal

09 rupaulations 4:20

10 is somebody gonna match my freak

11 isn’t she so dreamy ( + 0.1k wc )

12 Donatella VERSACE

13 go train with your other bitch then

14 yare yare heeseung kohai

15 shoulda coulda woulda

16 STAY AWAY FROM HER

17 enemies 2 friends 2 strangers

18 not me I don’t care

19 whys he kinda good….

20 double homicide

21 macbeth hyungnim

22 u send?

23 eat a taki moss

24 u need psychological belp.

25 im gonna hump someone

26 SIX BOMBACLART EGGS

27 i’m no longer a penis boy

28 who let the schizo out

29 and the crowd is…confused??

30 heart brocken

31 i hate this company

32 what she saying fuck me for ??

...more to be added

copyright © hoonvrs 2024 all rights reserved

[allyendergirl]

The person Jason has the hardest time warming up to when he’s in the process of assimilating into the family again, is Dick.

Dick hated him when Jason was a kid. And with all that hatred, Dick reminded Jason of Willis. Sure Dick never laid a hand on him like Willis did, but he sure looked like he wanted to.

The glares of hatred that Jason was on the receiving ends of sent Jason spiraling into a PTSD attack more than once. Dick’s glares we’re always filled with so much more vitriol than Willis’ were. The thing that terrified Jason most about Dick’s glares was that Dick did them when he was sober, unlike Willis.

Dick also sounded like Willis, with his heavy angry footsteps stomping all over the manor, just like Willis’ sounded around the apartment. Dick would throw things against walls, break doors and chairs, rip cabinet doors right off their hinges, something that Willis wasn’t even able to do. Willis would hit and throw things, but he never broke them, they were too poor for that, even Willis realized that.

And the shouting. Dick never got far when it came to shouting at Jason, Alfred or Bruce would always shut that shit down on site. Physically dragging Dick away from him so he wouldn’t say something triggering to Jason. But watching a nearly grown man, practically feral with anger, looking like he wants to kill you, be dragged away from you by your older family members wasn’t a calming sight either. And the sound of Bruce and Dick shouting from behind closed doors was a staple noise during Jason’s time in the manor, just like Willis’ yelling was in his time at the apartment.

Sure Dick’s anger was different than Willis’ anger. Dick’s anger was a righteous fury that was big and explosive like a munitions shed on fire. Willis’ anger was solid and dark, festering and painful like acid forced in your mouth. But that didn’t mean that Dick wasn’t scary. That all of Dick’s traits that he unknowingly shared with Willis didn’t unsettle and haunt Jason.

Dick was never kind to Jason while in the manor. So seeing Dick after Jason’s death, and seeing him filled with joy, looking so soft compared to what Jason knew him as. It was a shock. Of course Jason knew that people can change, just look at him pre and post death. But to see Dick smile at Tim, smile at Robin was like a cold water gut wrenching feeling in his stomach. It was weird. It was unlike the Dick he knew in every way. And yet there Dick was looking after Tim and Damian as a big brother should, when that was all Jason ever wanted from Dick when he was a child. To see Dick give that to Tim and Damian so freely when it was withheld so viciously from Jason, made Jason want to cry. Cry at how unfair it was. Scream to know what had made Dick have such a drastic change of heart? Did Jason really have to die for Dick to want a brother? Did Jason have to die for Dick to see that how he treated Jason was wrong? Did Jason have to die for Dick to realize that he should never treat a child that way? Did Jason have to die for him to be worthy of Dick’s love?

Did Jason have to be a martyr for his younger brothers?

Did Jason have to pretend that Dick’s torment over him just, never happened?

How do you go about mending such a Brocken relationship? A relationship that was barely even there to begin with.

Does Dick even feel sorry for what he did to Jason? Does Dick even realize what he did to Jason?

Will Dick and Jason ever be able to be brothers like this? After all this time, after all the violence?

Would Jason even be able to forgive Dick?

Would Jason be ready to confront that fact that he already has. Because if forgiving Dick, and all the yelling, and the threatening, all the screaming, all the breaking got Dick to smile at him like that, like a brother, like family. Then, it would be worth it.

Wouldn’t it?

[juullllssss]

Knightorder 141 x f!reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Thank you, for telling me about the original! If you have not read it i really recommend it, it was the inspiration for this. :) btw. if someone could tell me how i can link the first part into the post? that would be really kind.

The Inspiration

The Sound of the Lance on the wood railing brings you back to reality. You shot a glance to your sister, her seeming just as shocked as you.

You stand wringing your hands nervously, looking over the railing you see one of the handsome knights meeting your gaze. His helmet is open, showing his adorable smug grin when you come into view. Without a word be brings the lance closer to you, a plea in his blue eyes that makes it clear what he wants. The flutter in your chest and stomach takes you back, never would you have thought you could feel so much with just one glance. Taking your embroidered handkerchief you carefully tie it around the lower part of his lance.

"It is an honor my lady, will bring me luck today, ey?" With another grin and a amused light in his eyes he brings his horse back to the rest of his unit. The light blue of your handkerchief blending nearly perfect into the color of his lance. It seems like they were already waiting for him, eyes eager for him to get back. But it could also be a trick of your mind.

The rest of the tournament goes by in a blur, not even the chattering of your sister reaching you. The only thing in your eye are the handsome Knight and the rest of his unit. They all prove to be excellent rider, not even getting one scratch will their opponents end up on the dirt ground, some more wounded then other. In the last round it is the turn of the masked knight again. His helmet being as black as the rest of his armour. You should be concerned but you can bring yourself to fear him or find him intimidating. Nobody is surprised when his opponent ends up on the ground, his lance brocken of and probably with a nasty headwound. His victory is declared and you notice how he seems to be searching your gaze. When you look in his direction you can see his piercing stare, dark eyes seemingly trying to get some kind of message across. When the King announces the winner is it one of the knights of the unit. He is a little older then the others, with a beard that seem well taken care of and a smile that makes the ladies around you sigh in adornment.

Your sister nudges you hard in the shoulder, "look i think he is looking over here!" and really his baby blue eyes are crossing your own, his charming smile directed at you as he lifts a hand in greeting. You blink in confusion, luckily your manners dictated that you respond quickly with a nod and smile of your own. At this point you are utterly confused, their intentions escaping you. Why would they pay so much attention to you? Shifting in your seat again you simply let yourself be delusional for a moment. Allowing yourself to think that they try to get your attention, want your amazement at their skills, want to impress you. Do they know you? Do they know what people say about you and your luck in finding a partner?

As you and your family are leaving the festival you can't help but look back a couple of times. Hoping you would see them again. You were able to get their names from the other women around you. You could not really believe that you would meet them again, thinking in your mind that this was just a one time encounter, in which they were simply Gentlemen to a lonely women, with a reputation for being undesirable. But you could not lie to yourself fully, knowing you would probably dream about them, about the 141 Knightorder...

[didderd]

HEHEHE YESSSS

erm. erm. th urge to draw this may or may not hav kept me awake 👀

(vry mild suggestive)

i do not simp many swaps but...

[theatreofwysteria]

gang do I have friend-making capabilities (i say, while posting DOTTORE goddammit)

ignore his arm he uh.. got into an accident and had to steal a spare arm from one of his shorter clones 🔥 its not bad anatomy i swear, it's just dotty being a thief to himself !!

(oc ramble, this is my job (not really...), to ramble abt my goofy dumb creations:::

ive made so many stickers now, i cannot stop, ill be texting a pal and i'll stop and go 'oh i should make a sticker for [situation here]' and then my pal's'll go 'use [oc here]' and i'm like. yes. and rhen i do it. i have so many things i could be doing in life and yet im drawing CHAT STICKERS of my ocs. ah, i live a wonderful life, thank you jesus probably

the ones i use rhe most r actually: 'avi cringe' 'krait AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA' and 'francis headpat'

i desperately need to make like a series of giving up emojis, like i need: a bit disappointed... absolutely shocked, heart brocken, GIVEN UP, hangin in there (smilin thru the tears), krait is already the exte- exes.. uh... extenstentional crisis existental..? oh gosh... existential. existential, Crimson. it's THAT easy luv... existential. i also need more playful silly ones like... idk, 'cloud catch'! where they throw a revving chainsaw at u while yelling 'catch!'

[scarefox]

Does he have to make his love confession so dramatic? Teerak is already heart brocken and spiraling. Stop playing and hurry up 😭

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 34

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Also, Merry Christmas! I'm sorry I've been AWOL for the past few weeks, but I finally got a chance to write again and wanted to get this short part to you before Christmas. It will act as the finale to the first book of A Sweet Mishap - I definitely want to continue writing about this couple, but I think this is a nice way to wrap it up for the year and I'll come back with a sequel in the new year.

Potential Trigger Warnings: mentions of violence, rape, therapy, depression, sex

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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I rise early, with the sun like usual despite not having to work today. I refuse to get out of bed until I absolutely have to. But I prop myself up with an obnoxious amount of pillows and drag my laptop over from the empty side of the bed onto my lap. I’m determined to submit all my assessments today before my session with Dr. Katelyn, slowly removing stresses one at a time.

I carefully read through each word and sentence making minor edits as I go and then with a deep breath hit submit on each one. For once, I actually feel highly confident with my essays, knowledge and with the grade that I hope to receive. Despite working myself to the bone all semester with so many priorities to balance I feel I actually managed to submit work that I’m proud of. I attribute it to my steadily improving mental health and clarity.

Once I close down my college tabs I decide to try to do a little planning of my own for the summer. Jensen’s organised so much, a lot that I don’t even know yet–just that he’s got surprises that I’ll like. I grew up in such a small area, yet I know he’s mostly lived in the larger cities, so my plan is to give him more of the country. I research diners and hiking trails and make sure some of my favorite spaces are still operating. The list of things I want to do is extensive, but I know, as much as I want to take the full three months, Stewie will need me back at Mamma Jo’s. He’s agreed to a month so far, but I could tell even that long concerned him. He only agreed becuase he knows he can rely on the juniors, which I promised to train up before I leave Thankfully, most of them have a lot of potential and are fast learners. As I’m searching through sites a Facetime notification pops up and I answer instantly.

“Hey Darlin’! You look comfy.”

“Good morning, Handsome. I am, but there is one thing that would make me comfier…”

“Less than a week and you can fall asleep in my arms every night for a month.”

“Except when we visit my parents…”

“Yeah, except then. But you’ll still be nearby, not a country away.”

“Yeah. I can’t wait! I was actually just researching places I want to take you back home.”

“Really? Any hints?”

I shake my head, “Nope! You’ve got your secrets, I’ve got mine.”

“Fair enough. You got therapy soon?”

“Two hours.”

“They’ll probably need me on set by then. I just wanted to check in while I had a chance.We’re pushing hard to be finished by Friday, I have no doubts. Then there’s just the wrap party that night, then I’ll see you.”

“I wish you could come to my last show…”

“I wish I could show you off at the wrap party. But it’s okay, we get a whole month together in Texas and that means so much more.”

“I really can’t wait. I submitted my assessments this morning, so I’ve just got therapy, a few more shows and my last few shifts at the cafe. I’m counting down each day and each road block. You know I’ve brocken so many of my New Years Resolutions, and I couldn’t be happier. And I owe most of that to you, so thank you.”

“Anything for you. I love seeing that smile on your face, especially knowing I helped put it there. But that’s just it, you’re doing all the work, I’m just here to cheer you on and offer support when you need it. You really are a star, I just want to watch you glow and reignite that spark that others tried to dim.”

I smile at him, then bite my lip as I remember I conversation from my last session with the doctor. “Jens��I thanks…Also, I’ve been meaning to…” He stays ever patient and smiles as I ramble, letting me get there on my own, “I talked to Dr Katelyn last week about my issues with intimacy and some fears, concerns, thoughts about our holiday. I know we’ll be alone alot and likely sharing a bed while we’re at your place and I just…I want to be open to things, but I feel like I’ve never-Nothing’s really ever been on my terms. I’ve always just gone along with what the guy wants. She suggested that maybe I should treat this relationship like a first. Like I’m in highschool and we’re touching each base. Slow and at my pace.”

He nods the whole time. “Of course. Everything is on your terms with me. I’d never push. I’m happy to cuddle, maybe make out and if we don’t have sex during the trip that’s fine. I don’t want you to feel pressured or like I’m expecting anything, because I’m not. I just want to spend time with you. And if you decide it’s too much to sleep in the same bed every night, you can go into the guestroom whenever you want. We can make sure it’s set up nicely for you so you can have a comfortable escape when you need it. A space that’s all yours and I won’t ever go into unless you want me to. We can set it up on the first day if you want. You can choose whatever decor you want.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that. But Jens, what if…What if I want to…you know, have sex at some point?”

“If we get through the first three bases and you are 100 per cent on board and comfortable with going the home run then we tackle that base like all the others. Slow and at your pace. And if we start and you need to stop then you just tell me and we stop, but I’ll be reading all the signs your body gives me and if I think it’s too much I’ll stop it, just like last time.”

I nod, “Okay. Do you mind if I continue to talk to Dr. Kate about it today?”

“I hope you do. But you never need my permission to talk about anything with her. There’s no NDA here, and even if there was it wouldn’t pertain to our relationship. Anything between us is fair game. I think you already know that, but I’ll remind you as much as you need, that will never change.”

“Thanks.” I glance down at the time on my computer screen. “I should start getting ready.”

“Alright, Beautiful. I’ll talk to you tonight. Have a good session and a great day.”

“You too-You have a great-You know what I mean.”

“I do. Bye.” He blows me a kiss as he ends the call and I can’t help but blush. As I drag myself out of the comfy bed and into the shower I think back to that day in December. I really did win the lottery when I accidentally spilt that hot cocoa on him. That was the best sweet mishap I’ve ever made.

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Taglist: @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27, @n-o-p-e-never, @deansimpalababy,

@winchesterwild78, @kr804573, @chriszgirl92, @smoothdogsgirl

@speakinvain, @deans-baby-momma, @1967winchesterimpala

@lmg14, @superrey, @kamisobsessed

[quicktosimp]

Patience is a Virtue

Kinkmas Day 01

Warnings: Cock Warning, Alien Genitalia, P in V Sex, Sub!Teylan, Dom!Reader, Mommy Kink, Begging, Breeding, Creampie

I have to say such a huge thank you to @neteyamsyawntu, I am super excited for this event!!!

Divider by @cafekitsune

“Can- can I move now? Please?” Teylan wimped behind me.

I sighed dramatically, “No, Teylan, how many times do I have to tell you? I’m trying to work. Now you need to stay quiet until I am done,” I scolded, flexing my inner walls in punishment.

I could feel the tendrils of his cock squirming inside me, wanting to finish locking in place, eager to breed their mate.

“BUt, but you said it wouldn’t, oh fuck, take long,” Teylan whined as he grips onto my hips, steading himself.

“No, I did not say that. I said that it wouldn’t be long paperwork-wise; that’s still a long day,” I deadpaned at him.

“Please, please, please, I need to move, please,” He begs, and I can feel his tears drip into my hair. 

“No, you’re going to be a good boy and stay still, or I’ll get off, and I’ll put you in your chastity slate,” I threatened, glaring at him from the corner of my eye.

Teylan doesn’t need to know that I am bluffing, yet you would think he’d know based on how soaked I am. My juices dripped down me and all over our thighs, creating a sticky mess underneath Teylan’s ass and pooling on the seat.

“I’m a good boy! I’ll listen, I promise! Please, I’ll be good!” Teylan’s begs become desperate, needing to prove that he is a good boy.

I hum to myself as I lean back onto his chest, “I know you’re a good boy. You’re always a good boy for me. Sometimes you just need some reminders, don't you?” I praise him mockingly, “Now tell me what you want, and make sure you ask politely,” I demand.

“Please, Mamas, can I please fuck your pussy? I promise I’ll be a good boy and fill you will all my cum, and I won't let any leak out. Please, Mamas, your pussy feels so good, please, Mamas,” Teylan’s voice is music to my ears.

I can’t help but clench around his large cock, gigantic by human standers but small for a male Na’vi, making it possible for me to sit on his cock for hours at a time. I always love to sit on it whenever I can, paperwork, ikran riding, hell, even sleeping. I just want to be on Teylan’s cock. But Teylan never quite learned patients when it comes to his dick. Alway’s cumming too soon and then being too tired after to help me. So now we have training sessions to help build his stamina. Although Teylan finally getting proper nutrition is most likely what is helping him the most, I refuse to stop these training sessions just to hear him beg me for more. 

I sit there quietly, pondering if I want to give in to his pleas, but a much better idea comes to mind, “No baby, you can’t fuck my pussy, but I am going to fuck your cock. You’re going to sit pretty like that and not move while I fuck your cock, and if you cum before I do, you’ll be punished, understood?” I explained.

“Yes, Mamas, I promise,” Teylan moves his hands down to the chair, holding himself in place.

Not wanting to move much, I bounce in place, barely lifting myself, just enough to feel the spins on his cock rub inside my cunt, scrapping my walls deliciously.

“Your cock always feels so good, Teylan,” I moan, my soaping cunt squelching around his length.

“Mamas, please, good, please,” Brocken moans slip past Teylan's lips as tears and drool trail down his face.

I turn myself and grab Teylan’s face, bringing our lips together sloppily. As our tongues meet in the open air, our saliva mixing and dripping between us, as I grind on his cock, clenching even more as his spins flex inside me, telling me he’s near his release.

“I can feel you, Teylan, you need to cum don’t you?” I asked him, chuckling, as another groan slipped past my lips.

“Yes, Mamas, please let me cum!” Teylan shouts into the empty office room.

“Then you know what to do,” I mutter.

One of Teylan’s large hands slips down to my cunt, needily fingering my clit, rubbing it just on the right side of harsh, as he starts to roll his hips, just as I like it. More of a soft grind as more of his spins lock into place, sticking me on his cock. More whines and whimpers leave Teylan’s lips as he slots himself into place inside me, wanting nothing more than to breed his mate. 

“Are you close, Mamas? Please tell me you’re close,” Teylan begs again, and I know he’s going to cum the moment his cock breaches my cervix. 

“I’m close, baby. Make me cum,” I demand, humping into his fingers.

The coil inside me is tight as I near my own release. Shockwaves of pleasure override my senses just as the tip of Teylan’s cock breaches my cervix, the tendrils at the tip of his cock forcing the deepest part of me wide open. 

“Mamas, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” He cries as ropes and ropes of cum enter my womb, the tendrils forming a seal, refusing to let a drop escape my cunt. 

As I was filled with cum, clenched around his cock, finally able to cum. My vision turns white as blinding pleasure overtakes me, “Teylan!”

I continue to rock myself on his cock as I’m still hit with waves of pleasure, needing to ride out my high. Teylan’s hips stutter as he keeps trying to force more of his cum inside me. I grab his face once again, needing to feel his lips on mine. His lips are soft and needy against mine as Teylan finally settles. Knowing that we’ll be here much longer, I relax the best I can, plotting his future punishment.

[urapunk]

AAAHBRVRBT I LOVE HOW YOU DRAW THAT STUOID LITTLE JOCK. IBLOVES HIM🙏🙏

I WAS ABOUT TO ASK FOR HEADCANONS OF TED THEN I SAW YOUR NEW POST SO. BATS EYELASHES???

bats eyelashes right back at you

TED THOMPSON HCS!

my beloved boy

(More lovey stuff, and some more normal)

Loves to pick on you. Does that silly little trick where he puts his hand on your forehead to hold you back, or picks you up by your vest like you're a cat and its the scruff of your neck. Sometimes he'll lift you with one arm around the small of your back with no other supports, and he manages it somehow.

If you go to his dorm expect him to be SEVERELY underdressed. He'd be in bed with an undershirt and shorts, or a hoodie and thin sweatpants. He's a pajama guy, thats just he.

Loves ginger ale. It's disgusting how much he drinks it. His stomach is always hurting or achey and so he always has some in a minifridge. Secretly likes the taste.

He lays ontop of you and doesnt think about it. He's like those massive dogs who theink they're still puppy little lapdogs. He is THE golden retriever.

Always sleeping. He's just a sleepy little feller, a silly little guy who loves his blankets more than his ego sometimes. Has fluffy blankets like a princess, but he's pretty much an entire man.

Surprisingly smart actually. He's in Mr. Galloways honors class, which id unusual since its only preps and nerds in there and he's the only jock other than dan.

Gifts. Gift giver, but likes to recieve gifts more. No matter what it is, tiny trinkets, big trinkets, you could give him a chewed pencil and he'd still like it.

<3