#JONSEY IS SO PRETTY

[maziecrazycloud]

Tracing some Zepp photos to practice their facial features and GOD DAMN I always forget how Jonesy’s bone structure is literally the “love interest in a fantasy novel” personified. Hes too perfect, stop this man, hes too BEAUTIFUL!!??

And then theres Jimmy and he looks like a spooky little bastard

[thelone-copper]

Introducing: A new character🤯🤯

Mmmkay so I had a few (non concrete ideas) for my new pretty fella, so I’ll just start with the most concrete ones. They’re a part of @dxkjf ‘s newscast for “Sunnyside!” They’re a unicorn monster, and the newsroom’s makeup artist!

I had an idea that they would be Julie’s sibling, but I’m having trouble going through with it because they’re so different from their possibly siblings. The only thing relatable with them is that they: have horns, are a monster, and have a color-coordinated pallet (Jonsey is Green, Bea is Orange etc.)

As I think about that, here’s some possible names!

•Maziey Joyful

•Margo Unicrest

Anyway I hope y’all enjoy the new pretty fellar

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Will you be my Valentine? Sugar Day 2 Vincent Sinclair

Day 2 of the Will you be my Valentine special! This is a short intro as it's pretty self explanatory <3 Lotta babes like Vincent so here is your food for this month.

Notes: Minors DNI, Fluff, SFW, No real warnings for this one. No specific descriptions or pronouns are used for the reader. If there are pronouns they will be they/them when in reference to the reader.

"Five more minutes, I promise"

That's what Vincent had signed to you about an hour ago when you asked him how much longer he has to work on the newest wax figure for the town. You rocked slightly back and forth on the stool you were perched on, your elbows on the table and your propped up on your hands as you watched him smooth down wax he had just placed onto the arm of the figure.

"Vincennnnttttt" You whined out.

Vincent turned his attention to you for a split second before turning back to the wax, this was his way of telling you that he was listening.

"You said five more minutes like 1876 hours ago"

Vincent huffed out a chuckle at the exaggeration.

"I guess I did say that didn't I?" He turned to sign to you.

"Yeah you did. I love watching you work but you promised me surprises if I waited" This was the truth.

Vincent said in exchange for your upmost patience he would present you with surprises he had been working on for you. You knew Valentine's day was approaching, or at least you thought, keeping track of months in Ambrose is kinda tricky when nothing is up to date, but you figured it had something to do with that.

Vincent's shoulders moved up and down once again in a chuckle before setting his tools down on the table and going over to a corner of his workshop you usually didn't go into.

He came back from said corner with a few small things in his hands and pulled up a stool next to you to present you with them. The first one he placed in front of you was a small wax figurine, upon closer inspection of it you realized it was a small model of your beloved Jonesy.

"It's Jonsey! Vince this is adorable!"

He nodded in agreeance before placing the second thing down in front of you. This time it was what appeared to be one of his sketchbooks though it wasn't one you recognized.

"'Vince, what is this?"

You asked unsure of what he wanted you to do with it. He looked at your for a second before motioning for you to open it. You did as he instructed you to do and were met with pages and pages of sketches and drawings of you from various times you had Vince had been hanging around Ambrose together.

"I've been working on these since last Valentine's day" Vince signed.

"Vince...." You were at a loss for words "These are amazing. I've never had anyone do anything like this for me before."

You continued to flip through the pages of the sketchbook. Sometimes remembering the little dates and events that the sketches of you were from until you came to one in particular. On one of the very last pages of the sketchbook there was one of you unmistakably clad in wedding attire, with a rough background of the church penciled in behind you. You paused and looked back at Vincent.

Vincent made eye contact with you for a moment before shrugging slightly and producing something from his pocket. He produced a simple band, one he had clearly made himself.

"Vincent, a-are you sure?"

Vincent nodded, reaching over for you to take the ring from him.

"It's nothing final, yet. Just more of a promise ring I guess" He signed placing the ring into your palm.

"Then I promise" You said, eyes meeting his as he looks surprised for a moment.

"P-promise?" He says nervously. You nod.

"I promise that when you do have the actual ring, that I will marry you"

Vincent took your hand in his, and slipped the delicate promise ring onto your ring finger. A intimate placeholder and constant reminder of your future with him.

[eldritch-spouse]

Wherever Mother Miara is keeping us, does it at least have some form of postal service? Like if all I’m allowed to do is tend to the flowers, have angels braid my hair, and be Mother’s stress relief; I want to get some high quality traditional art supplies, kinky books, and stuffed animals. It’s either that, or for every time Mother sends me back to sit and be pretty in the garden, a random celestial looses a feather. Jonsey will be a plucked goose by the time I’m done with him.

Not exactly.

Sure, there are principalities and archangels that are in charge of bringing certain resources in and out, but it's a relatively slow process for now, when Mother isn't actively helping it go along that is.

You don't need to go that far however. Even though all principalities would listen to most of your requests and bring you things from outside the island, you can bring your concerns directly to Mother and have whatever you wish relatively quickly.

You can find another reason to pluck Jonesy, I'm sure. There are so many...

[right-stopthat-its-silly]

Rank every Graham Chapman character in Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" out of 10 based on their smashability and give reasons why please?

Hey alright, here we go! (I'll try to get the right movie this time lol)

Chairman - oh my gawd yes yes yes 10000/100 I LOVE this look. what a GIRL. BOSS.

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Fish No. 1 - 10/10 this is literally a fish (would not smash wtf, it's fish)

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Doctor - 1000000/10 my unhinged headcanon is the universe nerfed Graham to be in Python and not a doctor because the world wasn't ready for this lol

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Harry Blackitt - 8/10 I can't give full marks, I'm not sure why, I just can't. He is definitely one of the Python characters of all time!

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Wymer - 1000/10 wahha yes schoolboy Graham (bonus Jonsey!) they are cute 🥺

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Hordern - pretty great, he's giving George MacKay in 1917 imo 100/10

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General - 100000/10 not The Colonel, but he'll do

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Cole - He has a book he would quite like to read, 100/10, we stan literate Graham!1!11!! (sorry for the single-pixel photos)

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Dr. Livingstone - MUTTON CHOP GRAHAM I REPEAT MUTTON CHOP GRAHAM WHAT IS THIS WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T DECIDE IF I ADORE OR DESPISE IT OR BOTH!?! !!?!?!?!/10

This is actually very adorable, 10000/10 (also bonus babygirl in pic 2)

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Bruh - no words (10000000/10)

why this man is an icon.

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Eric - ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.../10

maybe he's a heathen, maybe he's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline

sorry i am down bad what can i say (please slice me up eric!)

this is the best he has ever looked on camera and I stan by it

also bonus terry g. in pic 2

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Guest No. 1 - 100000/10 the 2nd pic is literally mfw Mr. Creosote (i like this suit very snazzy)

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Arthur Jarrett - crazed man about to die, 8/10 I guess?

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Geoffrey - haha funny family man tries to shoot death and fails miserably (A for effort) 10000/10

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Tony Bennett-esque Singer - its xmas in heaven, what can I say, 10000/10

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Also, here is rugby dude who is definitely Grey but is not listed as an official character on the film's wiki page! (10000000/10)

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Sorry it’s a wash every time I rank Graham but this is the home of the #1 ✨🪖The Colonel🪖✨ stan so you get what you ask for I guess (thanks for the asks btw)

okay i'm wrapping it up now, thanks to those who stuck around for the entire post!

[artlesscomedic]

HEY JONSEY??? WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY ""REAL VYNCENT???""

omg you haven't heard the rumors yet?! 🤭

ok you didn't hear this from me 👀 but everyone knows doppelgangers have to kill people in order to take over their lives, right? this girl in my arcane ethics class, Renee, says they have to eat part of the body or like maybe the whole thing, but she kind of exaggerates a lot yknow? 🙄

anyway so the big secret, or unspoken truth anyway- I mean everyone's pretty sure it's true but nobody actually talks about it-- is that Vyncent Sol was an always a student here, he's not new like he says he is. except that at the time he went by Virion, because sometimes doppels just like, switch up names idk why don't ask

SO the yearbook that Virion was in is missing from the school library 👀 but Kelly Sykes from my algebra class told me that if you go to the band room and look through the pictures from their jazz bands over the years, on one of the older ones you'll see one of the brass players in the background has purple hair just like Vyncent's 😱 HELLO?!?!?!

now if you ask Daniel H. the details, he'll tell you some doppel called Vyncent came along and ate Virion and made him cooler and like stole his old looks and life and stuff, but kept his name the same because Virion was such a loser and nobody noticed he disappeared so it doesn't matter

but also everyone knows that Daniel H. is a crazy conspiracy guy and can't really be trusted 🙄😤 and like why would he keep the name right??

Daniel F. says Vyncent was a transfer student and Virion is the one that ate him and took over his life, and like became a totally different person, because the person he used to be was so lame

Like I said, it's basically a known thing but like not a thing that anyone really talks about, it's just that whoever is walking around rn with Vyncent Sol's name and face actually killed someone and isn't really who he says he is. 🔪🔪🔪😱😱😱

Gracie SWEARS she asked him point blank one day and he totally threatened her it's crazy 🤭 but between you n me I think she was embarrassed about being rejected to the dance 💔 but also like girl please you look desperate he's not even cute okay, he's just tall. get over him already 😳🙄

[capt-carter-mostly-official]

Hi captain! *salute and wink*

i'm bored can you tell me a war story?

-@azalea-romanoff

Hello there Lea, glad to hear from you!

I’d be happy to, now what would be a good one… hmmm, I can think of a few.

But let’s go with the time I visited my old school with the 107th, since that’s a pretty one and I honestly don’t want to talk about death today.

So, it’s December 1944, it’s new years. We’re all on leave, but not long enough for the boys to ship back to the states. So, what am I supposed to do, leave them in some rooming house in London or Bath and trust them to survive it? Of course not, that would be incredibly stupid.

So, I show up at my brother Michael’s door with these eight mostly American guys in full uniform two days before New Years. Since I’d enlisted, Michael had moved to the same town I’d gone to school in, and coincidentally the one where Angie Martinelli worked at the recruiter’s office. She was a the daughter of an American businessman and his British wife, she’d grown up in New York until she had been sent to the same boarding school as I was. To make a long story short, we’d fallen in love. Which was incredibly stupid, but I never managed to regret it.

She was, in fact, boarding with Michael because I’d introduced them, and when he found out they lived in the same town, he said he couldn’t not give a proper home to his little sister’s best friend. He had eventually found out about us, and by some miracle it was just fine. And of course, she was home. So I’m here, standing on the porch in full uniform with the Howling Commandos, in the snow, in this little town in England, and Angie comes running down the stairs with her hair in pin curls and a shawl over her nightgown and tackles me in a hug, and we’re just grinning and hugging while Michael’s still stunned in the doorway. She looks around, raises her eyebrows, and says “you didn’t say you were bringin’ guests English! Where are we gonna put all these folks?” And Michael just starts laughing his ass off and waves everyone in. They all stomp off their boots and start leaving their shoes by the door like me and Angie.

So eventually we figure out where we’re sleeping everyone; me and Angie sharing her room, Steve and Bucky in mine with Frenchie, Monty and Jonsey on their floor, everyone else on sofas and chairs and a few on the floor. And we all wind up in the kitchen at probably ten o’clock that night drinking tea, because me and Monty had been complaining about the tea Jim had gotten. And Angie and Bucky are commiserating about how horrible me and Steve are to keep an eye on, and suddenly Dum Dum says “hey Miss Union Jack, this your girl?” And then the room got incredibly quite incredibly quickly. Steve, who of course had figured it out within minutes of hearing me mention her for the first time, looked prepared punch him if necessary, Michael was ready to kill the whole room from how he was standing. But also, these men had been alright when they’d found out about Buck and Steve — that’s an entirely different story — after a bit of explaining, and would kill to keep that secret. So, I grabbed Angie’s hand and nodded rather sharply before telling them that “yes, this is my girl, and anyone who has anything to say about it can walk out that door right now and never come back.” Michael just shrugged and smiled. “What, you thought she’d do what our dad wanted?” Was his answer(for context, Dad always wanted me to get married young to a young, respectable, Christian family man. Dad and I were never very close) and Dum Dum nodded and proceeded to decidedly un-subtly spike his tea.

The next day, we somehow wound up deciding to visit me and Angie’s old school, because both of us knew being stuck there over the holiday break was always lonely and it would be nice to see some old teachers. However, the boys only had one change of clothes and both needed to be washed, so we were all in uniform, and I was in my standard officer’s uniform. So we arrive, as our now world-famous selves, to an all-girls boarding school on New Year’s Eve, bearing a large bag of candy and some popping corn we’d picked up from the grocery.

There were about a fifteen, maybe twenty girls left in the place, and all of them were incredibly excited, particularly when Miss Ashton, the headmistress, came down to tell them I’d been a student here. They all knew Angie, she visited often, but they pulled stories out of me for the whole morning, and then convinced all of us to go ice skating on the pond. Which went horribly. Me and Angie knew how, and Bucky was decent enough. Steve chose to sit on the side, In Bucky and Dum Dum’s coats as well as his own, and draw with the youngest girl, who I think was probably about twelve. Dum Dum fell on his face, Monty and Jim started teaching a few to play hockey, and eventually they found enough sticks in the woods to start a game with a rock and a bunch of tree branches. Everyone was just laughing and it was so beautiful. We came in probably around four and made all the popcorn and the teachers who were left joined us. There were stories and songs and Michael came down with some food and we spent New Year’s Eve there.

We shipped out again about three days later. That was the last time I saw Angie. But we did have a “ceremony” on New Year’s Day. We exchanged necklaces, since rings would be too risky, and said vows we made up on the spot with the Commandos and Michael as our witnesses. Frenchie’s dad has been a pastor, so he officiated. It was beautiful. We didn’t say it was a marriage, because we were too afraid. But that’s what it was. She was my wife in every way that mattered. And… I found a letter in a box. From Angie, to me. Signed “your wife, Angie”

So I suppose I’m a widow now. I guess I never really thought about it that way before.

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Happy Birthday: Bo Sinclair x f!reader

Warnings: Minors DNI PinV, fingering, cumplay lowkey.

A/N: Happy Belated to me, a week late Also yesterday was Brian Van Holt’s wife’s birthday, happy birthday to her too 😅

This was all I wanted for my birthday but my now ex couldn’t even give me that so they get shade.

“You look gorgeous baby.”

Bo holds your waist and kisses you on the cheek as you look in the mirror. You smile and look down shyly, still not used to the affections of Bo.

“Thank you..”

“Ya make the most perfect Alice.” Bo takes your hand and raises it up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles gently as his chin leans on your shoulder. Bo then stands up straight and spins you around, your dress and petticoat flow with you making you giggle, a noise Bo loves hearing. He dips you gently and kisses your soft strawberry tasting lips.

“It’s your birthday, shouldn’t be wearing my favorite stuff.” Bo smirks, his teeth slightly showing, you snort and look away from him.

“I know, but I like the strawberry lip balm too!” You defend. He laughs and kisses you one more time before taking your hand.

“Come on pretty girl.”

Your Mary Janes tap down the stairs as the living room comes into view. A tea party is set up, with pastries and sandwiches and tea and so much more. Vincent and Lester sit at the table in their costumes, the White Rabbit and the Mad Hatter. Vincent’s mask only covers the right side of his face and Lester wears messy makeup.

Jonsey (being such a good girl) sits across from them wearing a heart crown with a band going around her head. You giggle and Bo guides you to the head of the table. He pulls out the chair for you and you sit, he sits in the chair right of you, right next to Jonsey.

“Thank you guys so much for this. I really appreciate it. I appreciate you guys dressing up for me too, I know it’s a bit childish and it’s not even close to Halloween but I enjoy doing it.” You smile at all of them. Lester pours some tea and you guys begin eating.

“It really wasn’t a problem. Took us no convincing. Bo acted like it would’ve though. (Even though we know who is the most stubborn here).” Lester puts his hand to cup his mouth as if he’s telling a secret. Bo sneers playfully and throws a piece of bread at Lester making him laugh.

“Shut up.”

You laugh and stuff a sandwich in your mouth. Jonsey wags her tail, lightly hitting Bo in the back. He pets her and Vincent gives her some croissant. You continue eating a chatting for awhile, then you can’t help but bring the conversation back full circle.

“I just appreciate how much you guys do for me. I’m so happy I met you guys and stuff. Birthdays are just such a huge thing and the fact you guys felt like doing this for me is just amazing.”

“Oh gosh, you could go on all day bout us honeysuckle. You shush it and enjoy, we appreciate you and all you’ve done for us. All of us agree you deserve everything and more. Here.” Lester says, he pulls out a wrapped box and take it and practically tear through it. Alcohol markers and color books sit inside a box. You look at Lester with a smile he’ll never forget.

“Oh my god! Thank you! This is the best!” You get up and hug him, his makeup snugs slightly on your arm but neither of you care.

Vincent pulls out a small gift bag and slides it quietly across the table before getting up and going to the kitchen. The tall man comes back with a small cake and a candle in the middle. He sets it in front of you and lights it.

They sing happy birthday and you blow it out, looking down bashfully. Something about the birthday song always made you embarrassed.

You take the dark blue gift bag and take out the wrapping paper, setting it on the table. Your hands feel for a card and pull it out. You open the envelope and grin at the beautiful drawing in front. It’s of Jonsey laying in the grass. You open it.

“Happy birthday to you sweetheart. Thank you for being you. I love you lots - Vince”

You look up at him and he leans down for a huge hug from you. “You’re so sweet.” You say before reaching in and pulling out a small wax sculpture. It’s detailed, if you, Bo, Vincent, Lester and Jonsey all hanging out. It’s small but beautiful. “I love it! Vincent it’s amazing!”

He scratched the top of his head awkwardly trying to avoid the bunny ears that sit there, you see his lips curl into a shy smile and he goes to sit back down.

Bo is the last to pull out his gift. He doesn’t look as confident as his brothers, you think it’s a first. It’s a few small boxes. “It wasn’t much. Hope you like it though.” Bo says.

You open up one of the boxes and look at Bo before showing it off to his brothers. A handmade bracelet sits in it, you pull it out and slide it on. You open the next box and show it again, your grin getting wider and wider. Another bracelet is in the box accompanying a hair clip. It’s nothing fancy but it matches your style. The last box is opened. A beautiful necklace sets in it. You gasp and pull it out.

“Bo I love it! Did you make these?” You ask looking into his eyes, he tries to look away but his eyes meet back up with yours again.

“Yeah, I did. I seen some of your broken jewelry and thought I’d try and fix it and make it into something more. Hope that’s alright.”

“It’s perfect! Put it on me Bo!” You shove the necklace into his now clammy hands and he chuckles getting up and putting it on you. You get up and kiss him all over his face. “I love you! I love all of you thank you for an amazing birthday I could never ask for anything better!”

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Bo unzips your dress and it falls gently to the floor. He kisses your neck and unclasps your bra, you let that fall too. He kisses your jaw and mouth as he takes his own purple suit off. You pull of the cat ears and set them on the dresser.

His calloused hands run up and down your hips before taking your stockings and pulling them, along with your panties down. He unbuckles your shoes. You step out of everything and Bo backs you up towards the bed.

You fall on it and watch as Bo practically tears his own clothes off. His cheeks are still blushed with magenta and you swipe your thumb over his cheeks lovingly.

Bo kisses you and bites your lips making you moan.

His fingers trace down your body making you squirm and squeal a little. He smirks and dips his fingers between your folds.

“Shit, can’t even say anything about me being impatient.” He pulls his middle and ring finger out. “Look how wet you are baby.”

“I never said you were impatient.” You scrunch your face teasingly.

“Yeah but you were definitely thinking it. I saw the face you made when I was takin’ my clothes off.” Bo replies, he sticks his fingers back in you and your arch your back groaning loudly. “God I love your noises.”

His fingers curl in you and he places a thumb on your clit, lightly circling it. You gasp and roll your eyes back.

“Holy fuck.” You mumble, Bo chuckles and kisses your neck.

“You’re so pretty.”

Your lips turn upward into a small smile and you turn your head away. “Not while I’m like this Sinclair.” You huff playfully. He takes his other hand and turns your head so your looking at him. His fingers curl, making you moan.

“You’re especially pretty when them moans leave your mouth.”

“Shut uh-ah.”

Your back arches and his fingers move faster. He leans his forehead against you, kissing you softly. Heat pools at your stomach and you cry into his mouth as your legs shake and white flashes over your eyes. Bo slows down and pulls his fingers out tasting you.

You watch as he moves between your legs and begins kissing your neck. His hands grope your breasts and slowly slide down, feeling you.

Bo lines himself up and pushes in. You groan and grab his hair whining at the stretch. He pants into your ear and kisses you. “Always so tight for me..”

Bo slowly pulls and then slams back in you.

“Fuck.. only for you.” You nose between his shoulder and neck and nibble him. He thrusts into you, grunting and gripping your hips.

Your arms wrap around his neck you squeal at the feeling of him stretching you and pounding into you. You relax and let go, a hand cups your face. Bo kisses you deeply, pushing your hips up, hitting a deeper part in you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream and he spits in it.

That takes you over the edge, you whine and writhe under him. Swallowing his spit, you let out noisy pants.

“Where do you want it?”

“I-on me.” You mumble, barely even focused on what’s happening. Bo slides out, you whine at the emptiness but begin focusing on him jerking himself. Cum spirts on your stomach and reaches your breasts.

You take some on your finger and lick it. Bo smirks and kisses your face. “Dirty girl. Lemme get you cleaned up yeah?” Bo is already getting off the bed, you nod and watch as he leaves to go to the bathroom. A minute later he comes back with a wet rag and water. You gulp it down and Bo wipes you off.

“Happy Birthday beautiful.”

Bo takes you once you’ve finished your water and you cuddle into his chest.

“Happy birthday to meee.” You mumble tiredly.

Bo chuckles and kisses your forehead, he scratches your back and holds you a little tighter. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Bo falls asleep soon after.

“Seriously, you make the most beautiful Alice.” Bo takes your hand and spins you around then kisses your knuckles. “Now come on pretty girl.”

“Thank you..” you mumble, looking back up, he has his chin on your shoulder swaying lightly to the music you put on while you were getting ready. You giggle and scrunch your nose before turning around and pecking him on the cheek.

Bo gently grabs your hands and guides you to your small birthday downstairs. It’s a small

Bo takes your hand walking you down the stairs to your birthday. It’s a small tea party set up, Vincent and Lester sit next to each other and Jonsey (oh what a good dog she is) sits across from them. All of them in the costumes you picked, Vincent in the White Rabbit’s costume, Lester in the Mad Hatter, and Jonsey

“You ready Bunny?”

[cherrythepuppet]

A Dear In Headlights

Boxes. Thats what Jonsey saw in front of Franks house while on his walk to Howdy Place, He also saw Penny there and she wasn't destroying Frank's garden but instead helping move boxes inside "She seems like such a little doll! I bet Dandy will like her" Penny exclaimed

"I hope she'll be able to adjust well… I still have to enroll her into Deirdre's school" Frank sighed "I can probably help ya with that" Penny shrugged

Penny picked up a box then used her head to open the front door and she put a box inside "Say, Where is the little miss?" She asked

"Hm? Oh She wanted to explore the neighborhood" Frank repliedJonsey watched the two interact thinking it seemed a bit… Strange to see them talking and not yelling at each other

After a moment of watching He decided to continue on his way ignoring the two, He opened the door to Howdy´s place but didn't see Howdy at the counter but He saw the tall caterpillar standing in one of the aisles

"Mr Pillar! Im back" Jonsey called out

"One monet Jones!" Howdy said as he grabbed something off the top shelf then bent down "Here ya go" Howdy mumbled "Thank you!" A high-pitched voice told him

Jonsey perked up and looked over but couldn't see much so he moved over to the second Asile and peeked through the shelves, Yet even then he could hardly see anything just a small girl with a mop of orange-red hair

Jonsey frowned then one of the boxes of cereal was taken off the shelf, Jonsey blinked and saw the face of a girl with orange eyes and freckles

The girl froze and stared at him before she slowly put the cereal back and acted like nothing happened

"I think I've got everything, May I check out now?" She asked "Of course. Follow me" Howdy replied while he walked over to the counter and the girl checked out then left

Jonsey looked at the girl and at Howdy

"Jonsey! Howd the delivery go?" Howdy asked "Good" Jonsey paused "Who was that?" He added "Who? The girl?" Howdy muttered as Jonsey nodded

"Oh uh- well i believe that she´s Ed´s neice and she´s gonna live at Franks" Howdy explained "Saw Penn helpin´ with the unpacking over at Frank´s too, Strange sight ta se those two get along" Howdy chuckled

Well That explains the boxes "And im pretty sure the girls name is Bella and that shes around your age" Howdy added

"So now ya dont have to spend all your time with Me but dont forget about me!" He told Jonsey"I wouldnt!" Jonsey squeaked as Howdy patted him on the head…

Happy late birthday @trashcanplant!! Im sorry i was late with the writing (Very late- its been almost two months i feel awful-) And im sorry its short too, It was difficult writing kids

[indecisive-dizzy]

Okay I’m gonna leave some random happy ideas because I need fluff

Frank and Eddie holding hands, they deserve it

Poppy and Sally baking together, Sally makes a mess but helps Poppy clean it up

Julie making a snowman that looks like Frank is something that hasn’t left my mind all day, Barnaby makes so many funny jokes about it

Wally and Home just vibing, evil home does not exist /hj

Howdy cleaning his bodega and listening to music, that’s all I want

Also I need Eddie and Howdy interactions in canon, they are so everything to me

Howdy becoming a butterfly and having pretty wings

I need more of Julie’s siblings, they’re underrated

I’m sorry if I’ve been sending a lot of stuff lmao, I’ve just been thinking a lot :]

Eddie would hold hands forever if he could,,, but Frank can't stand it after a while lol me too bud

Sally usually just observes bc when she does cook/bake it's a huge mess. Poppy doesn't really mind I think, she usually cleans as she goes so maybe it's not that big an issue!

Snowman Frank Snowman Frank Snowman Frank Snowman- ahem,,, I'm not funny! Barnaby's having a blast though

Home may not be evil but they are Sassy and Will Judge You. I personally believe Home is constantly rolling it's eyes at Everyone but Wally. also they love Wally so much,, like that's their lil guy! Barnaby has to share lmao Wally loves home too :)

Eddie and Howdy listening to music together in the bodega! They're just having a vibe together

Mmm butterfly howdy,,, may I direct your attention to @/carnivalcarrion for Yassified Howdy if you have not see the wonders already

I need to see Jonsey do literally anything,,,The design ever,, so pretty. Franny would step on me. I would thank her. Bea seems very sweet! I think she'd give good advice :)

[perotovar]

KYLEEEEE OMG IM GONNA LOSE IT

this is so PRETTY and i’m EMOTIONAL, NOBODY LOOK AT ME!!!!!

the choices you made in the pictures are SO GORGEOUS omg and jonsey is indeed with us in spirit. i just know that grumpy old man is napping on frankie’s lap rn, living the life lol

ily kylee, i can’t thank you enough for this 🥹🫶🏻

sending one of these 🍀 + itbotn? i know you made me one before (and it was GORGEOUS) but i'd love to see what else you come up with!!

congrats again, honey, sending you kisses! ♥

itbotn has captured me heart and soul, I love them so much. he's just- he's so baby, and so is river, and I wanted to include their cat but I didn't have the SPACE but the cat is with us in the room, okay?

thank you for celebrating with me erin, I love you so much, thank you for being here <3

[the-slasher-madame]

Hey it’s me again lmao. I loved the last head cannons you did for me so I wanted to come back. Can you maybe do head cannons for teaching Brahms, Vincent and Thomas how to crochet? I’m learning myself and I think it’s pretty fun. Thank you stay groovy <3

I will eternally groove my humble broski, just for you. Ahhh I love this cause I knit!!! I was knitting a blanket but I vastly underestimated how much yarn I would need, so it may just be a scarf instead (I was gonna knit in strips...it may not be a single strip). My aunt crochets, she'd make dresses for my dolls when I was younger. Enjoy dear!!!

Brahms Heelshire:

This is going to go one of two ways. One, he will lose his goddamn mind. Rage quits like he's fighting sans in Undertale. Cannot sit still long enough and has no patience for the needle and the possible issues of A) the yarn starting to unravel or 2) it's too small/big for him to work with well

Personally, I don't know if that's my favorite. I think the second way it goes is he picks it up instantly (or maybe even already knows how, it seems like something his mother would do it and he'd pick it up to pass the time in the walls/connect to his mother, or she made him learn how to)

Going on the second path, he fricking loves it. Perfect way to fidget, to have a part of him moving. He'd make y'all a blanket to like, celebrate/commemorate your relationship. Then he moves on to beanies (I need him in a beanie like yesterday).

I do think he would get frustrated at first, especially if he's trying to make you something. He also could spend hours looking for yarn online. Could, would, and will

He'd make plushies, but you would have to beg him to. After he makes one, he's hooked (get it? Hehe). Would absolutely make stuffies of you and him, any pets y'all may get, favorite animals, everything (do you need like a pattern/recipe for crocheting plushies? And if anyone knows how to read a knitting recipe let me know haha-)

I love the image of you coming back from a very brief grocery run and he has some granny glasses on, the ones with the beaded string around the back, and he's just working away on a blanket

Relating to that, he stress-crochets. I've stress-knit before, and I can see him doing that if you have to go out for any period of time (keeps his stuffie of you in his lap and talks to it until you get back).

You have unlocked Granny Brahms, before long he starts baking apple pies Vincent Sinclair:

I'm a fairly crafty fellow myself, and I have a personal mission to learn as many types of art as possible. Vincent is the same way, and considers crocheting to fit under this category.

I don't think he has trouble with it at all, he's got pretty nimble fingers and can keep track of the yarn and the hook

I can also see him with the granny glasses, sitting by candlelight in the house or his workshop. AND he already worries about you like a grandmother, it fits perfectly lol

Loves making blankets and throws to stash around the house (IDK why it's hotter than hell in Louisiana). Would try to make things to make the town look more lively, and would store his extra blankets in one of the houses

AKJHFHD I can see him having certain sets of blankets for different seasons, like how clothing brands have the fall sets and winter sets and whatever? He's serious about his blankets

HE'D MAKE JONSEY LITTLE HATS AND BOOTIES OH MY GODDDDD

Would probably explore making plushies on his own, and gift you with one, then another one, and another one, and maybe just one more- (I am attached to my stuffies, even if mine aren't crocheted).

I don't think he'd make a family of stuffies like Brahms, but he'd absolutely make one of you to keep on his desk

Makes Jonesy toys, absolutely

Has a wide, varied range of yarn, and if he has to ask one of his brothers to get him yarn, he is very specific. This man is an artist, he will have the right color and he will dumb it down for his brothers to make sure they get the exact shade he needs

No he'd paint little cards with the color he needs 😭

I think he would like crocheted tops, both for the statues and for you. . . Thomas Hewitt

Ohhh this man is another crafty one, already has like a case full of hooks

It'd be cool to think he might have crocheted his first masks, not sure I'm sold on that but food for thought

Luda would teach him to crochet, it gives him something to do especially when he can’t play with the other kids and switches over to homeschooling

Makes blankets, even if it’s entirely too hot in tex-ASS to wear skin let alone fabric

Anyways along the lines of Luda Mae teaching him, she’d always look out for different colors she thinks he may like. Buys him yarn and hooks and is overall the supportive mother we all want and need

I think he’d also like crocheted clothes👀and he would kill Hoyt for even breathing lewdly near you

Plushies. Makes all the plushies. Makes you all the plushies. Every farm animal imaginable. They are yours

OMG WHAT IF HE HAD SHEEP AND MADE HIS OWN YARN THA’D BE SO CUUUUTE

Thomas makes his own yarn confirmed

I think he’d be really patient with crocheting, but he might get a little frustrated with smaller yarn and hooks cause his fingers are kinda big (yummy)

Awww no what if he made potholders for the kitchen, OH AND MAKES LUDA MAE GIFTS FOR HER BIRTHDAY NO CAP

One time, Hoyt said it was “wrong” and emasculating (not his words, he doesn’t know what that means) for Tommy to crochet, so Tommy crocheted a blanket with the phrase ‘fuck you’ on it and gave it to Hoyt for his birthday

Luda chuckled and told Hoyt he got what he got, Tommy was grinning under his mask, and Monty laughed and stole the blanket (and still uses it to this very day)

Ok I tried!!!! I loved this prompt so much, knitting and crocheting are so much fun and these are the three that I feel like would enjoy yarn crafts. I hope you like it!!  <333333

[morgue-ratt]

26. "Why are you crying?" And 27. "You took the condom off" with Lester for forced pregnancy/breeding pls

I guess Creepy Lester is just my brand now, can't say I mind.

1200+ words, AFAB reader, NSFW obviously

Noncon, toxic relationship. I didn't take the exact words, I feel like they had to be changed slightly but the gist is there.

Lester Sinclair in Happiest Man in the World

LESTER wanted to spend every possible moment with you. Of course, every possible moment was really only a few lunch dates a week and maybe an overnight at your place when the stars aligned. It wasn’t his fault and you tried not to take it too hard; between his family and his job, Lester Sinclair was a busy man and he lived so far away it just wasn’t feasible to see him more than you did. Really, when you looked back it was just luck that you’d met him at all. It’d been the end of a long shift and you were in the diner parking lot when Jonsey—the little matchmaker—ran right into you with Lester in tow, only a few seconds behind, calling for her.  

He was so apologetic, falling over himself and assuring you that he usually was so much more well behaved but Jonsey had darted out of his truck. There was something so immediately endearing about him that you couldn’t help but laugh. 

It had been nearly a year since than and you still thought Lester was the sweetest thing on the Earth. He always brought you gifts, wind chimes and sculptures he made of bones he found along the roadside, flowers, assorted baking projects. He had a smile like a shooting star, it always seemed magical no matter how many times you saw it.  

Today was one of Lester’s days off. One of the few days where neither his job nor his family needed anything from him so you two were free to spend it together. You’d never met Lester’s brothers but he talked about them from time to time; Vincent the artist and Bo, who you thought asked too much of your Lester. Under all the grime and sweat, there were always circles beneath his eyes. But now was not the day. Lester told you a week prior and you were so excited you’d gone out and bought a new dress, pale yellow. When Lester saw you in it, he whistled and you laughed; “Stop it,”  

“Can’t help it, beautiful. Lookatcu.” You kissed his stubbled cheek and piled into the truck. “Left Cupid at home,” Lester explained, using the nickname you used for Jonesy after she had introduced you two. “Since it’s a picnic an’ all.”  

“A picnic?” You beamed. It explained the large wicker basket on the seat between you.  

“Figured... since the weather’s been good. Might as well take advantage.” He had seemed nervous but at your clear excitement he was suddenly surer of himself. He may not have realized himself, but you filled him with confidence more than anything else.  

Lester had a special spot picked, out of town about 20 minutes and off the road. He realized a little too late that he should’ve set up the picnic beforehand but you didn’t mind taking turns carrying the picnic basket down the path. It really was a beautiful spot, green grass and daises under a large tree that sighed in the breeze and far enough from the road that you didn’t hear the few cars speeding past.  

Lester spread out a yellow and white quilt and made sure you were comfortable before setting up lunch; two sandwich for each of you, pasta salad, a half dozen mini tarts, small enough to fit in your palm and a bottle of sparkling white wine. “It ain’t champagne.” He told you. “But the guy at the store told me, it’s still pretty good.”  

You gave him a long kiss before cupping his cheek; “It’s all perfect.”  

You two ate, you hadn’t eaten since the night before. When all was gone except the wine, you laid down on the blanket and closed your eyes. You sighed happily as Lester started to stroke your hair. “Yer so beautiful.” You felt him movie, positioning himself above you and momentarily blocking the sunlight as he leaned over you and kissed your cheeks and down your neck. “Look at this dress... ‘m so lucky to have you.”  

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close. “You’re beautiful too,” You whispered, loving how his cheeks turned pink at your praise.  

Lester grabbed the helm of your dress and pulled it up before sitting back and pulling your legs up around his hips. He started to pull down his pants and get himself out of his briefs. “Do you...” He looked at you expectantly. “You know... do you have a condom?” He gave you a lopsided grin. “Sweetheart, we can’t.” Lester leaned on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hooked his thumb in the waistband of your sea foam panties. “Lester, we can’t--”  

“Why’s that, sugar?” There was something teasing in his voice.  

“I’m serious, we--” He kissed your lips and pulled away slowly.  

“Don’tcu worry, darlin’. Don’tchu worry, I’ll take care of you.” You put your hands flat against his chest and he pulled away, only long enough for him to pull off the stained wife beater and pinning you against the blanket. “Love you so much.”  

There was a tight feeling in your chest. “Les, I don’t like this.”  

“C’mon,” Lester whined, lining himself up with your entrance, stroking his shaft and running his thumb along the head of his cock, already dripping. “Did all this for ya, ya can do this fer me.” He thrust into you unexpectedly and you let out a pained, choked sound that Lester misinterpreted. “See, see? Don’t I always make ya feel good?” He seethed himself fully inside you and you cried out louder.  

“Lester, please. Please stop.” You couldn’t keep the desperation out of your voice, it was all happening so fast.  

He didn’t stop, he covered your throat in feather light kisses—just like he knew you liked, until you sighed. “Aw, darlin’. Just relax, everything’s alright.” When you looked away all you saw was green grass and daises. Far enough from the road that you couldn’t see the cars.  

And there wasn’t anyone to see you.  

Lester took your jaw firmly and made you face him, those sweet eyes you so loved; “C’mon darlin’, what’s the matter?” You didn’t know what to say as your tears blurred your vision. “Aw, sugar, why ya cryin’? I’m right here.” Lester’s hold on your hips was getting tighter, bruising, as he got closer to his orgasm.  

Closer to finishing inside of you. 

You tried again to push him off, going so far as to scratch his broad chest as deep as you dared but it only spurred him on, speeding up his erratic thrusts and digging his own blunt nails into your thighs. You let out a shuddered gasp, trying not to openly sob as you felt Lester finish as deeply inside as he could, filling you with his cum. But he wasn’t done.  

He was still touching you, holding your legs tight as he groaned through the last waves of his afterglow. As soon as he clambered off of you, you sat up, your movements slow. Some small part of you was expecting him to do... more. But Lester was digging though his pants pocket as you pulled up your panties and adjusted your skirt.  

You brought your knees to your chest, staring at the tree and trying to bring yourself back down to your resting heart rate until Lester called your name. 

You turned and saw Lester was kneeling on the blanket, a small black box in his hand which he cracked open to reveal a glittering ring. “Sweetheart, light o’ my life, wouldja make me the happiest man in the world... wouldja marry me?”  

[f1nalboys]

Okay i just read your abused kid being adopted by the sinclair bros and i loved it so much 😭😭

I just had a thought tho; Vincent is worried about kid playin in the dirt and whatnot and Bos like "i heard dirts good for kids,builds up their immune system" then you just hear in the background "look uncle les i made a bone charm!!" While holding up bones bracelet. 😭 oh thatd be so cute.

GOD THIS WAS SO CUTE WHAT THE HELL??? I had to make a little drabble for it :,)

based off of this fic of mine

WORD COUNT: 759

WARNINGS: fluff, domestic shit, vincent bo and lester are good parental figures

Vincent glances at the calendar taped to the wall and grins. The date was circled in red, three exclamation points inside; it was the anniversary of when they had gotten you. He finishes washing his hands, drying them on the mostly-clean hand towel before opening the fridge and pulling out a plate of brownies.

He had made them yesterday with your help and had practically guarded the fridge through the night to make sure Bo didn’t sneak some. Jonesy walks through the kitchen, kissing Vincent’s cheek as he bends down to pet her. He laughs, something he’s been doing more over this last year.

“Vince? Kid’s been asking for ‘ya.” Bo’s voice drifts in from the living room and Jonsey bounds off towards him, her tail wagging. “Hiya, girl. Your daddy out there?” Bo walks into the kitchen, his hat in his hand and a grin on his face.

“Hey. You look happy.” Vincent signs, smiling at the sight. He was mask less, per your request, and something about seeing his brother be a tad bit more comfortable in his skin gave Bo another reason to smile. Vincent puts the brownies on the table, swatting at Bo’s hand when he reaches for one. “No! They get first dibs and you need to wash your hands.”

Bo groans, throwing his head back like a child. Vincent rolls his eyes, throwing his arm over his brother's shoulder and leading him out of the kitchen. “Stupid damn rule. The kids covered in dirt.” One look out the front door confirms this. You and Lester were sitting in the road, dirt covering your clothes and hands as you sifted through a collection of rocks, bones, and other random bits that Lester had found.

“This ones so cool Uncle Lester! It looks like a shark's tooth!” Vincent doesn't even attempt to fight back his smile. You hold up a piece of bone that really did look like a shark's tooth and Lester nods his head, grabbing a matching rock.

Vincent never thought something like this could happen. The thought of him raising a kid alone, let alone with his brothers, had never seemed plausible. And yet here you were, a year with them, turning into a pretty damn cool kid. A well rounded one, who loved baking and drawing with Vincent, cooking and working on cars with Bo, and going on drives and whittling with Lester.

“Look, guys! I can carve this into a charm and add them to the necklace,” You say, showing the three men a handful of small bones, each with a distinct shape. Bo lets out a soft laugh, leaning against the doorframe.

“You and that damn necklace eh?” Bo says and you grin, sticking your tongue out at him. Lester lets out an ‘oooh’ as Bo gasps loudly, stomping over to you and putting you into a (gentle) headlock. You were squealing with laughter, swinging your arms wildly to get him off of you when Lester grabs Bo’s arms and pins them behind his back.

Bo grunts as Lester twists his arm slightly. “Go! Get inside, I’ll hold him off!” Lester calls and you listen, sprinting into the house, barely giving Vincent a ‘hi.’ Bo gets out of Lester’s grasp fairly easily, pushing the younger man flat on his ass before running into the house behind you. He was laughing hard, a sound Vincent was really beginning to enjoy.

Lester recovers quickly and runs in, Vincent trailing behind him, and he lets out a laugh at the sight. Bo had caught you and was holding you upside down by your feet, shaking and holding you over the couch. “Apologize for being a bully!” He yelled, one hand coming down to tickle your sides.

You erupt into giggles, squirming under his grip to try and get away. Eventually you let out a giggly ‘sorry, Uncle Bo!’ and he drops you onto the couch. “Alright, alright, everyone go get cleaned up. Dinners done and I’m letting you guys have a brownie before because I’m nice.”

“Thanks Uncle Vincent!” You yell, jumping up off of the couch and wrapping your arms around his waist, giving him a big hug before running off upstairs towards the bathroom. The men stay silent until they hear you close the door behind you. Bo turns around, grinning at Vincent.

“Yeah, thanks Uncle Vincent!” Lester snickers, going into the kitchen to wash up. Vincent gives him a forced smile, flipping him off which earns a snort.

“No brownie for you, then, asshole.”

“Oh come on! I was kidding!”

[soupbabe]

Sinclair Brothers w a Plus Size! S/o

Self Care time w more slashers that have been on the knoggin lately >:)

Bo Sinclair

- I'm gonna say it,,all the Sinclair Bros love fat ppl it's canon because I said it

- He finds a lot of relaxation in how plush you are

- It's very common to find Bo sneaking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your wide frame and just sigh in content after a stressful day

- Also he just loves seeing in you in shorts djdhdknd

- Like?? Kind of guy to purposely drop something just so he can see you pick it up 👀

- You have a nice ass and he will not shy away from telling you

- Man is extremely possessive/jealous when it comes to people flirting with you

- Like he'd wrap an arm around you while the future victim chats you up and Bo steals enough kisses in front of them to get uncomfortable and move on

Vincent Sinclair

- He thinks you're stunning omg

- Dhdksm he's just taken by your soft form, he hasn't seen many with a body type like yours and he loves it

- He loves drawing you omg

- Literally there are pages of his sketchbook dedicated to you, from the mundane to more intimate poses where there's more of your skin on display

- Let's not forget about sculpting you in his free time

- When there's barely anyone passing by in Ambrose, he's made you his passion project. The sculpture does reveal a large amount of your body and every tiny detail

- From rolls, stretch marks, cellulite, whatever. It's all meticulously sculpted and shows off those commonly disliked features into something to be praised and thought of as beautiful

Lester Sinclair

- He's absolutely smitten by plus size folks omg

- Lester just has that shy smile whenever he sees you like wow you're so handsome/pretty

- He's also very clingy, always having an arm around you

- Ever since he started dating you he's enjoyed the mornings

- You're just so warm, add in Jonsey in the bed and he's sure he's in heaven

- His job can take a lot out of him, so please let him lay on top of you and run your hands through his hair,,, immediate sleepy Lester

- Yeah he's a bit on the lankier side of things but that's okay

- That just means he could steal some of your clothes! He loves how baggy they are on him and it's really the cutest sight you've seen

[smexy-slashers]

Any slasher with a s/o that has the personality of hardstop Lucas (if you know him good)

Jason, Micheal and Lester with a S/O Who has the personality of Hardstop Lucas.

Jason Voorhees

When he first meets you, he's kinda like "is this bitch high?"

Thinks you're on drugs or smth, but then realises that you're actually this loud and energetic all the damn time.

When he actually gets with you he kinda grows more fond of your nature rather than been annoyed by it.

You'll be ranting on about some bitch who pissed you off or something stupid and he'll just be sitting there like "yeah, don't let that bitch mess with you bae"

He lowkey enjoys your energetic rambles and just listens to you talk on and on

He's non-verbal, so you're gonna be doing pretty much all the talking in the relationship, which neither of you mind.

Sometimes he just needs to walk away cause you're hella loud and he's trying his best not to boot you across the room because he loves you so much

Your personality is interesting to him tbh and he likes it when you argue with yourself or pick fights with random things just for shits and giggles.

Micheal Myers

Honestly I feel like you'll piss him off a little bit 😭

Like he loves you and all but when you get too loud for him to tolerate he's gonna throw hands.

Looking at you like "Damn this bitch does not shut up"

Sometimes it amuses him tho if you get heated about smth random like a bitch at work or some rando who bumped into you.

If you annoy him he's throwing something at you.

One time he threw a toaster at you...yeah that didn't end well-

It broke and he had to get steal you a new one.

Will try and transfer this energy and loudness into the bedroom because he's a worrisome cunt.

Does love you tho and despite the fact that you can get on his nerves he'll still appreciates how loud and expressive you are because you ain't a basic bitch.

He likes some fiestyness in his s/o so if you can match his energy that's great.

The only reason he didn't kill you is because you got in his face about breaking into your house with a knife instead of running and screaming.

Appreciates you being a crackhead tho.

Lester Sinclair

Y'all are a match made in heaven-

He's a raccoon, you're a loud ass crackhead. Boom, soulmates.

When he first meets you he's instantly hooked on how much spunk you have.

Like the second you called your friend a stupid bitch and smacked him upside the head he's like "that right there, that's some spouse material"

LIVES for the way you don't take shit from Bo.

Like he'll literally watch you two go back and forth yelling with some roadkill in his hand and Jonsey by his side.

Will step in if he think's Bo's being out of pocket tho-

Y'all definitely piss Bo off to the core.

Like your chaotic energy bouncing off eachother is amazing for you two but annoying for everyone else.

You guys be doing the most sometimes.

Playfull and loud debates that never go anywhere are a common occurrence when you guys are together.

You're so loud and expressive and he loves that about you.

His racoon ass has never felt so happy with you being around.

Finally someone who's just as wild as he is and won't be put off by the shit he says.

~~~~~~~~~

I LOVE HARDSTOP LUCAS BROOOO.

Anyway I hope this was okay <3