#I’ll cross post later

[bucksboobs]

Tell me about the hot pilot

“So…” Maddie smiles, like a proud mother if Buck’s being honest and she shimmies like a big sister. “Tell me about the hot pilot.”

Buck ducks his head. What is there to say besides what he already has? Tommy is interesting, he’s confident, he has a cleft. “He’s just…” he can’t stop smiling already. “He’s.” Maddie is smiling too. So big and bright. “He’s amazing Maddie.”

“Ok so how did this,” she waves her hands at Buck’s general (lovestruck? Too soon for that. Infatuated) Infatuated demeanor, “all happen?”

“Right, so remember when I was acting like a teenage girl?”

“And you nearly broke Eddie’s ankle?”

“Right.” “That night, after Tommy got Eddie back from the hospital I was like…” he sighed to admit it. “Sulking, because I felt like I had both lost my best friend and make an absolute fool of myself in front of Tommy and Chimney. He shows up at my door, and he looked so handsome Maddie, he has these beautiful blue eyes.” Maddie laughed a little. It wasn’t cruel. She was enjoying Buck being smitten. “And he’s as tall as me but somehow wider. It’s.” He stops himself. He isn’t sure how far he can push it but it’s hot. He thinks Tommy’s hot (not that anything will happen there now but Tommy still is hot). “It’s very attractive.

“You can say he’s hot, Buck.”

“He’s so hot, Maddie.” He huffs it out. It feels good to say to anyone. “I fucking blew it, but he’s so hot.”

“He might come around.” She offers.

“I said we were going to go look for hot chicks after the movie. He’s gay.” Maddie sucks her teeth. Yeah. He’s not getting out of this that easily.

“But anyway. He comes over and we’re talking and he’s telling me how he’s not trying to replace me. That Eddie and him aren’t pushing me away. He tells me that Chris can’t shut up about me.”

“Wow so he’s a smooth talker.” Maddie says.

“So smooth. And—and my heart was beating so fast. I could hardly breathe and I thought it was just because I was tense but.” He takes another deep breath. “So I tell him I’m sorry for being jealous and he says he was jealous too.” Which Buck still struggles to believe but Tommy was jealous of him and Eddie and Hen and Chim.

“Of…?”

“The 118. He was there for a long time but it wasn’t a family and now it is. You know I think of Bobby as more of a dad than I do our actual dad.”

“Which is fair.” Maddie admits.

“Anyway I tell him that he is a part of the 118. That he saved Bobby and Athena with us and he made stupid fake mouth static.” Buck’s head falls as he remembers it all over again. “And I start like actually flirting, telling him how I wanted to get to know him and thought he was cool and I wanted his attention.”

“Wow.” Maddie says, again.

“Yeah.” He says sheepishly. “Wow.”

They laugh together, brother and sister, free and happy. It feels like something they should have had a long long time ago.

“I tell him you said that there are better ways to get someone’s attention and he. He fucking kissed me.” It plays again in his mind. “It was so sweet and tender but like forceful and confident and… sorry.”

“No no go on!” She puts her chin on her hands on the counter.

“I feel like he rebooted my entire code. Like I went from Windows 98 to Windows 10 or whatever the current one is. It was amazing and.” Buck sighs. Maybe he is a little lovesick. “He asks me out.” It’s a little bittersweet knowing that the date Tommy asked him out on ended so embarrassingly but his memory of moment was still honeyed and saccharine. “Just like that. He asks me if I’m free Saturday and I jumped at it.”

“I bet.” Maddie’s glued on smile becomes a little wry. “Sounds like he did a number on you.”

“And I blew it.” Buck pouts.

“Hey, don’t count yourself out yet.” Maddie says. Reaching her hand to touch his shoulder. “My little brother is a charmer, he’ll be thinking about you for a while.”

“Thanks Maddie.” Buck says. “This was nice.”

“Oh I am very experienced in talking about boys. We do it again some time.”

“Let’s.”

[puppyeared]

Close ups!

[cricksterz]

HELLO POKÉMON FANS, I COME WITH AN OFFERING

Introducing, the Z/Cell Virus AU!

Basically, the red zygarde from the XYZ anime causes an infection/virus by using zygarde cells as parasites; this allows it to control people.

-The red zygarde has absorbed the other Kalos zygarde and the dynamax adventure zygarde from Galar

—as of now, Kalos, Paldea, and Galar are infected

-There is another zygarde, Helix (the shiny zygarde) who uses zygarde cells in a similar way but instead acts as a guard and makes people immune

Here are two of the main characters, Serena & Calem! (Crossed out note on their refs is intentional)

-both were given immunity by Helix, the red zygarde has figured this out and is instead having the infected attack them to get rid of the threat

[charcubed]

oh everyone and their DISCLAIMERS about how “lokius will never be canon because disney and marvel are awful, but”........ well I have nothing to lose so. fuck disclaimers! this is my idea of fun! what if it CAN and WILL be canon, huh? what if the story is gonna go where it seems to be headed. what if I say they’re going to kiss on international streaming television. who’s gonna stop me

[notadamnmermaid]

Baked Alaska

Eddie Diaz likes to think he’s a good friend, when he wasn’t actively sabotaging his own life. He gets along decently with Chimney; plays cards with Hen and Karen at their standing ‘parents of teenagers’ meet ups; has a regular pool game with Bosko whenever their schedules lined up; and he enjoys pick-up basketball game days with Tommy. All of this to say, he is a pretty good guy to most people.

But here’s the thing about Eddie: he might like to think he’s a good friend, but he knows without a question that he is Buck’s best friend. So when Buck shows up at his doorstop, forlorn and scowling with a six pack of beer, of course Eddie is going to help him get over his breakup. He turns the music back up and dances, and he urges Buck up to join him. They dance and they drink and they laugh until Buck looks less like he’s going to break down.

Later that week, he helps Buck pack up the few things of Tommy’s that are left around the loft. Maddie and Chim have just dropped off Jee-Yun, so Eddie picks up the bag. He knows that Tommy should be at his station today, so he can drop it off before heading back to Buck’s baking frenzy.

“I mean yeah, Evan’s hot, but he was also, like, really just not my type.” Eddie’s ears prick up at the sound of Tommy’s voice. He’s just walked into Harbor station. He moves silently up the stairs to see Tommy holding court, his back to Eddie. Donato is there, along with Hicks and Gomez, listening to Tommy with a barely perceptible sneer that turns to malicious glee as she sees Eddie stalking up with a finger to his lips.

“But I hooked up with someone at this nightclub in WeHo last month who’s way more my speed,” Tommy continues on obliviously. “An absolute hottie and I can have a fully coherent conversation without him going off on, like, fifteen different tangents. And just the tightest little ass, like my god—“

Eddie thinks he blacked out for a few seconds, because two weeks ago, Buck and Tommy were still dating. But a month ago, Tommy did what?

What?

Here’s the thing about Eddie Diaz: he likes most people well enough, but he loves Evan Buckley, and Eddie will be damned before he lets a raggedy bitch like Tommy get away with hurting him, even retroactively.

“What the FUCK are you talking about, Kinnard?” Eddie’s emphatic voice from directly behind him prompts a jump spin from Tommy. Eddie watches his face pale with hard eyes and his jaw set. From the corner of his eye, he sees Donato take out her phone.

“Ed-Eddie,” Tommy stutters out, eyes darting across his face nervously. “What are you doing here?”

Eddie tosses the bag to the floor at his feet. “Well, I was trying to be kind to my best friend since his ex broke up with him a few days ago; I didn’t think it’d be a good idea for Buck to have to go through some bullshit handoff, when I— being his best friend and your friend— could just bring it over peacefully.

“But back to you: what the fuck did you just say? Did I just hear your bitch ass admit to cheating on my best friend? Was that what I just heard?” Eddie prowls up to the older man and pokes him hard in the chest. Tommy looks like curdled milk as he tries to back away.

“Eddie, listen, please—“

“Oh fuck that, puto,” Eddie snarls, balling his fist up into Tommy’s collar and dragging him down to eye level. “Buck is one of the best men I know, you fuckwit piece of shit coward. What, you didn’t want to tell him the truth, so you broke up with him? Said he would break your heart eventually? What a fucking joke; Buck is the kindest, sexiest, coolest person I know. You don’t deserve to have that type of goodness in your life. And he doesn’t deserve a prick like you taking advantage of him.”

Abruptly, he releases Tommy with a hard shove, completely disgusted by even the idea of being around the other man any longer. He turns and walks off, kicking the bag lightly out of the way.

“There’s all your stuff,” he calls over his shoulder, “now you can lose Buck’s number, and lose mine too for that matter.” He stops for a moment, cocks his head, and looks over his shoulder with a mean little smile.

“But thanks for getting him those Lakers tickets; I’ll make sure he has a real good time.”

When he walks back in to Buck’s apartment, strong hands push him up against the door. Eddie has half a breath to take in the fevered look in blue eyes before those same strong hands cradle his face for a kiss. His own hands move automatically, clutching at broad shoulders and fisting in curly blond hair. A moan rumbles through his chest.

They eventually part, air still being a necessity, foreheads touching. “Lucy sent me a video,” Buck murmurs, eyes wide and smiling broadly. “I’m the sexiest person you know?”

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “And the kindest, coolest, funniest, sweetest, most irritatingly beautiful man I know. Mi sol,” he declares, “Mi amor. Te amo. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”

They’re both smiling, tears glinting in their eyes, as they move together for another kiss, and then another, and then another. They part reluctantly as Jee-Yun starts calling for attention from the living room. Fingers laced together and sides bumping playfully, they make their way over to her.

After all, there will be time for more later.

[catboydan]

🙀

[anicehomicidaltree]

I’m currently at a con as Bitsy and literally only one person has recognized her besides my friends

I did have one person ask for a photo without knowing who I was. Might have made a new fan

[003soy]

What's your favorite thing about Murasaki?

And do you have any headcanons for him that you have not shared? (If that's ok)

His face is very cute. He has giant bug eyes which is very moe of him. He looks like a small creature. I like how his sleeves go over his hands so that it looks like he doesn't have any. I like how on the posters and billboards you can only see his eyes. It reminds me of cat photos taken with flash on at night. I love how sad he looks on the front roe album cover.

He is the most interesting one to look at in squid squad. I think if he wasn't there, they would be boring. He looks like a soot sprite. He looks like a mold spore. Pom pom with googly eyes. So cutes…

I have a bad habit of giving him cat characteristics. His personality is catlike to me. I draw him with vertical pupils because of that, and it looks cool to me. I think his pupils can dilate to a large size. In water, sea urchin spines move around a lot. I think he can move them around to reflect his emotions, but that is hard to draw :(

Sea urchins are covered in tube feet which help them walk around. He might be able to crawl around very very slowly while laying on the ground. They are also used for grabbing onto things like rocks and food. He is used as a coat rack sometimes because he’s good at holding things.

Tube feet are also photosensitive. The entire body acts like an eye. Murasaki has two real eyes, so he probably relies on those more. However, I still think that splatoon urchins can sense things like light and shadow using their tube feet. It comes across as being more perceptive and aware of their surroundings.

Similarly, urchins tend to prefer darker spaces presumably to hide from predators. This is why they can wear hats in aquariums. He doesn't wear hats that much (his head is very big) but he has fun when he gets the chance to. He likes dark cramped spaces like boxes. He will jump out of them to scare you.

I make him way taller post squid squad. He hates his height. He misses hiding in small areas and swinging his legs when sitting chairs. I think he sits the way he does to look smaller.

He is very empathetic. He can't watch embarrassing moments in movies, and he feels and expresses his emotions to a higher degree than other people. He got very attached to squid squad :)

[unfinishedslurs]

do u love the colors of the comphet

When it’s over, when Henry Creel is dead and dust and they’ve emerged battered and triumphant. When she and Jonathan have ended things. When there is no more fighting to be done, she and Steve give it another go. 

She knows he’s going to ask the same way she knew in ‘83. There’s no waiting this time, no need to wonder if Jonathan might want her too. They gave it the old college try (He lied to her. He was lying to her for months, and she knew something was wrong before that. She thought they could work it out. She’s so fucking sick of lying to herself being lied to). 

He asks with wide, hopeful eyes, running a nervous hand through his hair. He doesn’t have anything to be nervous about. She made up her mind before he even asked. 

She can do it right this time. She can love this boy the way she wants to. The way he wants her to. They’ve both grown in the years since. She’s going to do this right. 

That’s the mantra she keeps in her head when he picks her up and spins her. I can do this. 

She can’t do this. 

It’s somehow the same and different from when they dated the first time. They’re going through the same motions, but there’s something lacking. They’re both older, more jaded. They’re not kids anymore, and it shows. 

They rarely kiss. He hesitates now in a way he didn’t before. Sex is something they don’t bring up at all. Eddie makes a crude joke once, something or other about what Nancy is like in bed, and she and Steve make eye contact. There’s something there, something like mutual understanding, before Robin smacks Eddie upside the back of the head and the moment breaks. She keeps thinking about it long after. Whatever it is that they shared, they don’t talk about it. 

Maybe they’re lying to themselves, both of them. Puppets going through the motions, too stubborn to admit they’re play acting as real people. Still, she can’t give this up. She can’t make the same mistakes all over again. 

Robin corners her two months into the relationship. Part of Nancy is surprised it took her this long. The rest of her is angry she brings it up at all. 

Saying she’s cornered might be doing her a disservice. They’re having a sleepover, painting their nails and talking about boys. Everything a girl is supposed to do. Except Robin is awkward and fumbling, and every name she brings up sounds like a question. Nancy only has Steve to talk about, and barely talks about him at all. 

Finally Robin sighs and puts down the nail polish. “I feel like this subject is making us both miserable,” she declares. “I don’t want to talk about boys, I was just doing it because I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do at girl sleepovers. I haven’t actually been to a sleepover since I was in middle school and the other girls decided I was weird, but I’m pretty sure the point is to have fun. This is not fun. This is agonizing. We should talk about something else.”

“Steve isn’t making me miserable!” She snaps, before realizing she sounds way too defensive. 

Robin peers at her. “Yeah, see, that’s not what I said. That’s not even a little bit close to what I said. Maybe we should talk about this instead. What’s the deal with you and Steve?”

“What deal? There’s no deal.” She turns around and rummages through the nail polish selection. Robin doesn’t exactly have a variety. Her options are red, dark red, and black. She chooses the brighter red with the absent thought that the black would look good on Robin, with her long fingers and dark eyeliner. Then she banishes that thought away. 

“There’s definitely some kind of deal.”

“There isn’t.”

“Nance.” 

She can’t help but turn around then, drawn in by the tone of her voice. There’s a glass wall inside of her, and someone is pounding on it, trying to get out. She wants Robin to see it. She wants someone to see behind the glass. There’s something in her trying to get out. 

“Nancy,” she says again, eyes searing into her soul, “are you happy?”

She smiles, fake and fixed on her face. The glass stays firmly in place.  “Of course I am,” she replies. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The next time Robin wants to hang out, she’s busy with college preparations. 

It’s not just Robin. She thinks everyone can tell something’s wrong with her. Eddie gives her these looks every time she and Steve are in front of him, like he’s putting together a puzzle. Her mom keeps trying to talk to her. Jonathan keeps trying to talk to her. 

They know, she thinks wildly, every time. She doesn’t know what it is they know. She doesn’t want to find out. 

She avoids them all. 

When she and Steve go to dinner, the waitress captivates her. 

Long, dark hair in braids. Long fingers tapping against the notepad. Dark eyes in a dark face. She’s always loved brown eyes. Nancy has never been one to be jealous of other girls (lie, lie, lie), but suddenly heat floods her body. She wants to be as gorgeous as this woman. She wants her full lips, popping gum. She wants the woman’s swaying hips as she turns and leaves their table. She wants— she wants—

She tears her gaze away to find Steve already looking at her. 

The heat is dosed by the ice that fills her veins. All her senses go on high alert until she realizes he’s actually staring past her. She turns around to see the bartender. He’s handsome, she thinks, tall with tan skin and brown hair carefully styled. He’s talking to a customer, teeth shining as he laughs. 

When she turns back, Steve has firmly fixed his eyes on her. She could almost believe he’d never been staring at the bartender at all. 

There’s something there. Something just out of reach, something she could put a finger out and touch if she were braver. She doesn’t. There’s no gun in her hand here, no adrenaline to keep her going after it all falls apart. 

“What did your dumb boyfriend do this time?” Mike demands, storming in her room. Nancy has half a mind to yell at him to knock first before she registers his words. 

“Steve is- Steve is fine,” she says, startled. “He’s great, actually. Nothings wrong.“

“Then why are you so miserable all the time?” Mike accuses. 

“I am not miserable!”

“You are! You both are, and neither of you will tell anyone what’s wrong, or why-“

“I don’t know why!” She shrieks. Mike falls silent, eyes wide, and Nancy suddenly realizes she’s crying. 

“I don’t know why,” she repeats. “Everything is fine. He’s like, the perfect fucking boyfriend. It’s me, I’m the problem. There’s something wrong with me. There’s a beautiful boy who loves me, and I’m- I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to love him back, but I can’t. I can’t. There’s something wrong with me.” She’s desperate now, wiping away tears as she curls into a ball. She feels pathetic, crying in front of her little brother. She’s the oldest, she should be keeping it together, she shouldn’t let him see her like this. But she can’t help it. There’s something in her screaming to get out. 

Mike, with all the grace and bewilderment of a newborn deer, gingerly pats her shoulder. 

“Have you…talked to Steve about it?”

She gives him a cutting look. It’s probably not as effective as she wants it to be, with her red eyes and tear streaked face. Mike holds his hands up. 

“I’m just saying! He’s your boyfriend, you should talk to him. And if you don’t want him to be your boyfriend, you should really talk to him.”

“I want him to be my boyfriend, I just need to get past whatever this is—“

“Nancy,” Mike says. “It’s not just you. He’s miserable too.”

“Because of me. I just need to—“

Mike shakes his head. “I don’t think it is. If it were because of you, he’d be acting different. More…kicked puppy, or whatever. He’s just being weird,  and won’t tell anyone why. Dustin said he asked Robin, and she doesn’t even know.”

Nancy doesn’t have anything to say to that. 

“I think you need to talk to him,” he says again. “I think you need to talk to each other.”

“When did you get so smart?” She asks, instead of crying again. 

“I’ve always been smarter than you.”

She kicks him for that blatant lie.

“Are we holding onto a dead thing?” She asks out loud. 

He rolls over and looks at her. She’s worried she’s hurt his feelings, broken his heart again, killed any chance they have at a relationship, romantic or not. Then he snorts. 

“Robin got to you too, huh?” He asks, flopping back onto his back to look up at the sky. 

“Mike, actually.”

“Mike? That shithead? What does he know about relationship problems?”

“Are we having relationship problems?”

“I mean,” he says, wry twist to his mouth, “we haven’t had any arguments.”

“Nope.”

“Or general drama.”

“That might be debatable.”

“There’s no need to spice up our sex life.”

She snacks him for that one, and he laughs. She props herself up to look him in the eye. His face is more open than she’s seen it the entire time they’ve been dating. 

“I think you have to be in a relationship to have ‘relationship problems,’” she tells him. “Are we in a relationship?”

He visibly considers this. “I mean, I asked you out, and you said yes. And we never broke up.”

“We haven’t kissed in at least two weeks.”

“Did you want to?”

She takes a moment to think about it. “Not really,” she admits, and his face splits into a grin. 

“Not that you’re not still wonderful, Nancy Wheeler,” he says, teeth shining, “but I don’t think I want to kiss you either. Isn’t that weird?”

When they dated in high school, it was like he couldn’t stand being away from her. He spent every moment he could kissing her, wherever he could. Sometimes it felt almost like a performance he put on for the people around them, lifting her up and spinning her just so everyone would know how in love they were. It was stifling at times, feeling like something to prove. Still, it was how he was, so in love he could burst with it. 

Now, she wonders if it was always a performance. Maybe they’ve both been on a stage, and neither of them noticed the lights blinding them until now. 

“It is a little weird,” she says finally.

“Right?!”

He holds out a hand to shake, the other one firmly in his pocket. God, she wishes she could love him. “Good go, eh Wheeler?” He asks, smile crooked and shaky. 

She snorts. “We made ourselves and everyone around us miserable,” she points out. But she takes his hand. 

[dust-of-embers]

YEESS MY POST BUTTON SI WORKING

Have some cats

So, we have some street cats in Crete

Then we have a hungry Knossos cat, who ate my sandwich

He didn’t get any ice cream tho.

Back to mainland, Delphi was mid (for me, the fucking hills are too much and the tour guide would not move her mouth away from the microphone even slightly for the entire bus ride), but the cats were top tier.

We have the ones outside a museum, plus a tortoise who scared calico

I named a few

The orange one tried to eat my hand after I fed him my leftover bolognese meat, there was also a cat who was very pregante.

[terrainofheartfelt]

Gossip Girl Appreciation Week | Day 2: A Favorite Dynamic

A fic to celebrate the van der Humphrey kids! biological and honorary!

shoutout to @blairwaldcrf for the textfic idea <3

Transcript below the cut

First Image:

Nate (sender):  attention jeeves

Jenny from the block (Jenny):  what did you just call me

Nate:  Dan and I need you guys to settle a debate

Punkin Butt (Dan):  Oh god

Punkin Butt:  I would like to preemptively apologize

S! 🌼 (Serena):  yesssss I am ready go on

Nate:  Daniel R Humphrey, my betrothed, the love of my life, believes that pineapple, fruit of the gods, the most delicious of the fruits, should not be on pizza 

Second Image:

B! 🐝 (Blair):  …

B! 🐝:  You’re kidding, right?

Nate:  that’s what I’m saying!!!

B! 🐝:  No, Nate, I mean: that is what you’re arguing about?

B! 🐝:  Because obviously, the answer is no. It does not belong. 

Punkin Butt:  AHA!

Jenny from the block:  yeah nate wtf is wrong with you

Third Image:

Jenny from the block:  pineapple alone: yes. 

Jenny from the block: pineapple on pizza: SACRILEGE. 

Jenny from the block:  DISGUSTANG

V! (Vanessa):  some things are sacred. 

V!:  proper pizza topping is one of them

Jenny from the block:  wow trying so hard not to make a joke about “topping”

Punkin Butt:  please don’t

Eric RHODES:  ^^^

Eric RHODES:  and re: the pizza question: sorry, nate. 

Fourth Image:

Eric RHODES:  it just doesn’t taste that good to me

V!:  yeah the sweetness from the tomato sauce combined with the super sweetness of the fruit…it’s just too much

Nate:  no no no V, that’s why you pair it with pepperoni

Punkin Butt:  absolutely not

Nate:  because the spice of the meat offsets the sweetness perfectly

Punkin Butt:  you are sleeping on the couch tonight

Jenny from the block:  harshhhhh

Fifth Image

Jenny from the block:  but fair tbh

Jonathan:  I…I kinda like it actually

Jenny from the block:  JONATHAN NO

S! 🌼:  it’s ok jonathan we still love you

S! 🌼:  natie though…

Nate:  wow. 

Nate:  I am feeling so attacked right now

B! 🐝:  You brought this on yourself, darling. 

Nate:  okay but consider this

Sixth Image:

Nate:  how many of you have actually TRIED it though? Instead of just writing it off as gross

Nate:  because of some preconceived idea of what pizza “should” be. 

Nate:  let go of principle. Open yourselves up to joy. To enjoying deliciousness. 

V!:  Well fuck

V!:  you’ve convinced me.

S! 🌼:  srsly V’s literally scrolling through grubhub now

Punkin Butt:  Oy. 

Seventh Image:

Nate:  VINDICATED

B! 🐝:  Well not here. J and I are making perfectly sensible croque monsieur. 

Jenny from the block:  yeah like true ex-patriots <3

Jonathan:  wbu Dan? Are you convinced?

Punkin Butt:  we’re doing separate orders

Eric RHODES:  now that’s true love.

Jenny from the block:  it’s easy enough when you bag the richest boy in new york

Eighth Image:

Punkin Butt:  hey

Punkin Butt:  hey

Punkin Butt:  fuck you

Jenny from the block:  ;)

Nate:  he takes my fortune I take his name. Fair trade. 

S! 🌼:  awwwwwww

B! 🐝:  ugh.

Jenny from the block:  gross

Ninth Image:

Eric RHODES:  aw come on Dan don’t make him sleep on the couch

Nate:  beep beep sorry line busy try again later

V!:  STOP

[blindmagdalena]

whelp, sudden snow day 😅

[sisterforsaken]

mary “i’m just going to bludgeon you to death with my grave marker” reid

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

(@wingsofachampion) Hiya! I'm super glad you're ok! Though I'm kinda confused what happened. I heard you got kidnapped or something? -Tropius

o-oh arc. that’s a pretty long answer but… oh vanilla’s rambling already. pzzt. they say…

“okay so basically there’s this fuckin. internet explouder ass looking hair dude. or uh. there was. is it still ‘is’ if he’s in a different fuckin universe? anyways uhhh he knew about me. for reasons. normal ones. and he’s been tracking me down for the last ummm two weeks?”

“and so i said fuck that and tried to get him to stop by making everyone in the public upset enough about this that maybe the officials would finally do something except i completely messed up and got people hurt… fuck i need to say sorry to aspear he’s okay right? cross he’s okay right?”

h-he’s okay, pzzt.

“oh thank arc well i still need to apologize properly but basically colress tried to zap himself out of there into the dreamyard and i said screw that and jumped after him and then we both went to the dreamyard and i was trying to figure out where he kept all of his data but instead i found his… subordinates? who were all hybrids except wrong and i freaked out and then this guy just put me in a fucking master ball which hurts like hell by the way and then i don’t even know until rune and tula and wyrdo came to save me. and i was in so much pain for half of it i don’t even remember what i did. fuck. apparently i tried to hurt wyrdo. thank arc they’re ok. and now… i’m here.”

…yeah, pzzt. glad you’re here.

[allisonreader]

I have a feeling that I’m going to need the sprints to actually finish my story/neaten it up, because I certainly don’t feel like just going and working on it by myself.

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

god fucking damnit