#and I hate Larry….

[warioreal]

Sonic fans…. Hergghhhh…

[alarainai]

people take fandom so seriously. where is your joy? your humour? your sense of whimsy?

[bathroomtrapped]

what if adam went back to vet school just to foster a bunch of kittens?

[radical69rose]

Quick rushed doodle 😭🙏

[caterpillarinacave]

NATM Text Posts; Part 2/???

[andichoseyou]

10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger

[freaquin]

finally finished these

[twopoppies]

Ginaaaaaa.. where are you????

https://twitter.com/nickiwithack33/status/1683531120707551247?t=hu_lR_VU8WcOh56cDrihug&s=19

It is soo clear that he said I love 'him'.. 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

Um...

[chamom1le-t3a]

The duo ever??????!!!

og image 👇

[louisplumpyass]

he's enunciating every syllable everytime oh god

[blueskittlesart]

FUCK LARRY HOGAN FUCKKKKKK THAT BITCH ASS MAN IDGAF HOW MANY PEOPLE TELL ME HE DID SOOOO GREAT DURING COVID I HOPE HE LOSES SO BAD ANGELA ALSOBROOKS COME KISS ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!! GET HIS ASS!!!!!!!!!

SO TRUE!!!

[foalfangs]

<3

[bathroomtrapped]

somewhere in another universe hes still fighting homosexual demons

[fivveweeks]

everyone look at my fucking wives again

[andreaheartscats]

Sally Face back to school headcanons (x reader)

Sal

he wasn't really happy to be back to school but he had no choice really. the only good thing was that he still had his friends with him so he really didn't mind.

he wasn't very excited for lunch.. (iyky)

he doesn't pay much attention in class but still manages to get pretty good grades!

most of the time he would doodle on the back of his notebook while waiting for the class to end.

he would pass you notes, talking to you about the bext ghost haunt you were gonna go on after school!

he would draw on your hand if you let him.. not really draw but scrible and writr random things since he is not the best at drawing.

during lunch he always asks to switch with you or anyone if they have his favorites!

Larry

late. alwalys late.

he can never be on time, and always sleeps in plus he never gets enough sleep which leads him to falling asleep in class.

when he does fall asleep in class he always asks you to rub his back or hand to help him fall asleep faster. (real)

when he does fall asleep, the teacher would call on him. you would try to nudge him to wake up but he just gorans and just wants to sleep, which leads him to getting detention.

since he has long hair and it covers his ears, he likes to sometimes have headphones in. he would offer you of course !

if the class is EXTRA boring he would start to draw you. you would notice him glancing at you ever so often which made you confused but when he showed you his drawing of you it all made sense and it was so cute

during lunch, he never brings his. he always forgets to bring it, so everyone gives him a bit of their lunch.

Ashley

she always looks so good when she comes to school.

her eyeliner on point, her outfit fire and nails freshly painted black.

she pays attention in most of the class but when she gets bored she would do your eyrliner and/or makeup/hair to which your teacher yells at you and tells you that this is not a beauty salon.

to what you two just roll your eyes and chuckle to yourself.

she brings all sorts of colorful markers and pens and you two woudl just draw and doodle in your notebooks cause to be fair, math class is super boring.

she makes sure that she brings everything she needs, like somd chapstick, perfume, tissues, etc...

during lunch she brings the best food out of everyone and always makey sure to havr extra for her friends...and Larry.

[rebouks]

Oscar heaved a sigh of defeat, plonking himself at the edge of the bed. “Well, he locked his door again-.. and he’s either ignoring me, or he’s got his headphones in, or both.”

“What the hell happened yesterday?” Courtney asked, rolling toward Oscar sleepily.

Oscar shrugged; he wasn’t entirely sure. The whole evening had been a disaster from start to finish. “I don’t know, he got in a fight with that kid, didn’t he-.. and my old neighbour saw us n’ decided to reminisce about me fucking OD’ing.”

“He didn’t actually say that, did he?” Courtney’s brows knitted together in shock.

Oscar shook his head, “No, he just said some shit about how he thought I was dead in that grotty bathroom at the Mill-.. I thought Ivan n’ Rhys found me but I guess he must’ve been there too, who knows.”

“What an idiot, bringing that up at the school gates.” Courtney tutted. Oscar nodded in agreement, pausing for a moment before suggesting, “Maybe I should explain what actually happened? He knew I was lying.” Courtney stiffened, “No, he’s too young!” “I hated it when my parents blatantly lied to me though, I’m telling you; he fucking knows.”

Courtney hummed, scratching Oscar’s back thoughtfully. “I’m more worried about him fighting.” Oscar pondered for a moment before replying, “It sounds like he was just standing up for himself. If he makes a habit of it, then we’ll worry.” “Yeah, okay…”

Oscar and Courtney glanced at one another as Robin unlocked his door and bolted to the bathroom, hastily locking that door behind him too. With a quick shove, Courtney hissed, “Go, go!”

Robin leapt across the landing and threw himself into his room, his sigh of relief swiftly retreated in on itself as he swung his door shut, however; Oscar had outsmarted him, waiting behind the door.

“I’m not going!” Robin yelled, “I’m sick…” Oscar calmly shook his head from side to side, “That’s not gonna fly, is it? We both know you’re not sick…”

Robin clenched his fists tight enough for his knuckles to turn white, desperately willing himself to vomit on command, faint, have some kind of fit-.. anything would do.

“If you’re worried about-…” “I don’t give a shit about Levi.” Robin spat.

Oscar frowned worriedly; he knew Robin hadn’t wanted their holiday to end, or to go back to school, but this abrupt fit of anger was highly uncharacteristic. Surely it was still too early to be worried about the dreaded P word? He had the faint beginnings of bags under his little eyes too-.. which were red raw and puffy, as though he’d spent more time crying last night than he had sleeping.

“What’s the matter, buddy?” Oscar asked gently, gesturing toward Robin with an outstretched hand. Robin shrugged a shoulder as he crawled beside Oscar, suddenly feeling guilty for yelling. What if his father died right after he’d said something awful and mean? He’d never forgive himself.

“Is it something in particular? A bit of everything?” Robin remained silent, anxiously nibbling at a stray strip of skin on his bottom lip. “Talk to me…” Oscar pleaded.

Robin wriggled away from the comfort of his father’s arms and curled into a ball. What the hell was he supposed to say? That he couldn’t sleep all night because he kept seeing Oscar’s lifeless body on a bathroom floor, on a stretcher, in a hospital-.. dying in various awful ways again and again until he wasn’t sure what the difference was between someone else’s memories and his own imagination. That he just wanted his brain to stop and for everyone to just shut up-.. just for once, please.

Oscar didn’t know what to do with Robin’s prolonged silence. He desperately wanted to explain what Larry had been talking about, but Courtney was probably right about him being too young. Besides, he didn’t even know if that was the issue. It could’ve been Larry, or the fight with Levi, or the fact that he missed Alex-.. all of the above, something else entirely?

“I know this Levi kid is probably doing your head in, but you can’t just go around hitting people-.. it’s not okay.”

Robin knew full well that violence wasn’t the answer, but he couldn’t deny that it’d felt a little satisfying to take his frustrations out on Levi. Any normal child might’ve asked if their parents were angry with them-.. except Robin wasn’t normal, and he already knew that Oscar wasn’t mad, nor his mother, so he kept his mouth shut.

Grasping at straws, Oscar cast his mind back to when he was a child. Whenever he was in one of his moods, as his mother always put it, he just needed to know that someone would listen, and he certainly didn’t want to be yelled at or mithered-.. but most of all, he just wanted to be left alone, at least for a little while…

“You can have one day, okay? Just one.” Oscar acquiesced. Robin barely moved, giving the tiniest of nods in response.

“Alright.” Oscar sighed inwardly, tussling Robin’s ginger curls with affection before reluctantly leaving him be.

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