#and bitch it's not their hot chocolate

[jpg-of-dorian-slay]

no bc jackie wanted to be loved so badly and she cared so much for everyone on her team, she did their face paint and misty's makeup and tried to boost morale and she loves shauna so fucking much and they exiled her and they left her outside and she froze to death. they literally froze her out. i'm genuinely never getting over her death bc she did not deserve that and all they would have had to do was ask her to come inside and if shauna was just like "hey i love you i'm sorry" she would have come inside. SHE WOULD HAVE COME INSIDE GUYS.

[closetnerd62]

Brotherly Advice

A Lautski + Spankoffski Bros Fic inspired by Writing Prompt #2504 from @promptsforthestrugglingauthor

Summary: after months of watching Pete fail to actually make a move with Steph, Ted refuses to let history repeat itself and offers some brotherly advice

“Bye!” Pete said shyly, holding the door for Steph.

“Bye!” She smiled.

“Bye!” He repeated dreamily.

“You already said that.” She giggled.

“Oh! My bad.” He rubbed his neck sheepishly with a blush.

“See you later Spankoffski!” Steph shook her head with a smile.

“Yea- yeah,” he stuttered as she descended the apartment stairs. “Definitely.”

As he shut the door, Pete pressed his forehead to the door with a groan.

“That. Was painful.” Ted cringed. “You two have been ‘hanging out’ for three months now without making a move. Look, if you ever wanna get with her you have to be smoother than that.”

“I’m not like you Ted,” Pete snapped. “I don’t just want to ‘get with her’ asshole. I really like her. But there’s no way she’d ever actually reciprocate.”

“You’ve gotta play the field pal.” Ted said, slapping Pete on the back. “Go find another girl and take her home with you. Then little Lauter here will get all jealous and when you play hard to get, she’ll be on her knees practically begging for you.”

“No-NO! She’s not like that,” Pete interjected defensively. “Sure, she acts like she doesn’t care but she can be so incredibly passionate and she makes me feel like I’m worth something for once! I know you wouldn’t understand but I would be willing to suffer if it meant that she got to be happy!”

Ted was hit with a wave of recognition. He was amazed. He himself had only ever experienced a feeling that strong once, for one girl… Jenny.

“Holy shit.” Ted softened. “Pete, are you in love with this girl?”

“What? No!” Pete hissed.

“Yes, the fuck you are.” Ted pressed. “I can see it!”

“Then maybe you need to get glasses too, dickhead!”

“Listen to what you just said jackass! You love her!”

“No I don’t!” Pete cried, “I can’t!”

A memory flashed in Ted’s mind. He could see himself in college, laying on his dorm room bed saying the same thing about Jenny.

“I shouldn’t.” Pete continued.

“Maybe.” Ted offered. “Maybe it is the worst thing you could possibly do. But I’m sorry buddy, you do. You love her. And there’s no moving forward until you admit that to yourself.”

The brothers sat in a heavy silence. Ted could see the gears moving in Peter’s head, the calculations being made. A look of defeat slowly crept across his face. Mournful of the bliss of willful ignorance.

“I love her.” Pete breathed, miserably.

“You gotta tell her Pete.” Ted sighed.

“See you don’t understand Ted!” Pete thundered. “I can’t!”

“You have to.”

“No!” Pete insisted. “It feels safer to love her from a distance.” His face twisted as if he was trying to work up the ability to face his worst fear. “I can’t lose her if she doesn’t know.”

He looked exhausted. As if the mere thought of her not being in his life had drained him. Ted stared at him, as if looking in a mirror to his past self. Spankoffski’s had a knack for making history repeat itself, but Ted refused to let that happen this time. This time he had been given the chance to go back and save his brother from everything he had done wrong.

“I’ve made that mistake before.” Ted admitted. “Don’t do it.” This was the most sincere that Peter had ever heard his brother speak. “Anyone worth loving should know the truth.”

Pete nodded.

“I’ve gotta tell her.” he confessed, rising from the couch and grabbing his coat. “I’ll be back in a bit Ted.”

“Go get her!” Ted called as Pete rushed out the door of their apartment and into the hall, heart pounding against his chest. He barreled down the stairs, tearing through the halls, fueled by intent and need and yearning. He yanked open the door, ready to race to the Lauter house, only to find his mark already at the door, about to press the button to be buzzed in. He stared at her in amazement.

“Oh Pete! I was just about to call up, I accidentally took your calculator with me.” Steph’s face was pink from the outside cold. Peter stared, soaking up everything that was the girl before him.

“Pete?” she repeated.

“I have something I need to tell you.” He said breathlessly.

“Okay?” she prompted, intrigued.

“I- um…” He stuttered. “Uh… we’ve been hanging out for so long and well… after everything we’ve been through together, I just- I-”

“Take your time.” Steph encouraged, placing a supportive hand on his arm.

“I think I’m in love with you.” he blurted.

Shock plastered itself across Steph’s face. She blinked, trying to process.

“I’m sorry,” Pete rambled. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way and I don’t expect anything from you, I just thought it’d only be fair to let you know and I understand if you don’t ever want to hangout again or talk or-”

“Pete!” She cut him off. “Don’t you dare fucking apologize.” And with that she grabbed the collar of his button up and pulled him into a kiss.

As Ted glanced through the window he was filled with pride. Even though he knew it was too late to go back and get it right himself, the satisfaction of knowing maybe eventually he could, if he could only be more like his kid brother, gave him a new hope. He meandered his way over to the phone in the kitchen, dialed a number, and listened as someone picked up on the other end.

“Hey Char,” He murmured, “I need to tell you something.”

[causeimanartist]

unemployment hell 🤝

on all levels but physical I am gifting you a hot chocolate and a soft blanket, beloved

I would love nothing more

[owlf45]

Ragghhh I’m gonna miss my twin

[remuschocolatestash]

8•

Moony, reading: “ohohoh you’re looking for a bitch slap bitch ohoohhoohohohohhoh you’re lucky you’re not real”

Moony, reading (seperate instance): *closes book gently* “I’m ready to throw something. Like these hands 👹, oh god”

[crayonurchin]

A reminder to my fellow OCD lovelies

Your OCD does not like it when you're happy. Your OCD takes moments of happiness as an opportunity to flare up with old obsessions or new ones. This can make you nervous of happy moments, because it's like waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under you.

Let me tell you what just happened to me.

I have had a great day. I got a bunch of cleaning done and my bedsheets are freshly washed. I got to cook a delicious dinner and paint my nails, watching some Toy Story and even exercise for the first time in forever. I felt great.

And 20 minutes ago, my reoccuring Gender OCD/ T-OCD showed up way stronger than it has in months in a way I THOUGHT I was over.

Now I'm getting mad at myself for daring to have a good day, because CLEARLY I was inviting this OCD into my head and giving it permission to pitch a fit. And clearly, my precious method of NOT doing healthy and good shit to better my life IS the right choice, because it prevents the OCD from having an In to hurt me.

My lovelies. This is a form of OCD.

You obsess over OCD hurting you for living a good life, so you don't do those healthy things, to compulsively 'prevent' a potential flare up.

And if you've done therapy for this disorder, you already know what you have to do.

Keep up the trigger.

OCD is a screaming brat who wants things its way and nobody else's. It's going to shriek in the shops, kick all the tins onto the floor and go red in the face to get its way.

It cannot keep up that energy forever though. You gotta keep living your life, not giving in to its demands, no 'one last times' or 'special treats'. Let it bitch and cry and make a scene until it's exhausted. Eventually, OCD will learn that tantrums won't get it what it wants. And you're not going to give in.

If you're happy, OCD isn't. And want want OCD to be unhappy. It doesn't deserve anymore of your energy, joy, happiness- none of it.

I had a great day today and I feel good. My brain is screaming that I'm wrong about my gender identity and if I don't cut off my breasts and go by They Them right this second, I am dooming myself to a depression suicide.

I'm going to make a hot chocolate and read a book now, with my brain screaming all of these things. Maybe I'll have a biscuit to dip in the hot chocolate. That sounds nice.

[iridescentis]

it is BARELY autumn and ive already got a FUCKING COLD

WHAT THE FUCK MAN

[theradicalace]

exclusively being a cold beverage enjoyer in a warm beverage society is a plight akin to what ancient warriors went through

[bylertruther]

moodboard for when you lose the idgaf war. or something. again

[deepinifhell]

This is a petition for Sera to let us bring Tapeesa chocolate.

[mlady-magnolia]

What was the nonsense this time? It was Grace’s fault.

Also big thanks to @siewmai for the last nonsense idea hehe

[jorvikzelda]

someone physically restrain me before I go to the store and buy heavy cream exclusively to whip and put on hot chocolate. and maybe even marshmallows

[secret-sageent]

y'all better get ready for so much goth twink slander on here soon we are starting Hamlet next week in my Shakespeare class

[journey-to-the-attic]

I get the feeling that Satan would simultaneously be both intimidated and fascinated by it. It would probably be easy for him to use IK's odd abilities to help prank his brothers, purely because she just does it because it's normal to her and she doesn't see anything odd about it.

Not sure if Noctifer would approve of it though.

Also, I believe that IK should have Wirebugs with her when she gets to the Devildom. You know, as a treat, that may or may not freak out/startle/confuse the others even more.

There's a number of uses for Wirebugs but they're basiacally bugs that can be used as mini grappling hooks without needing to touch an actual surface, although the range isn't very long. Plus they can also be used to hang in the air and with special attacks for the different weapon types.

satan gets ik to put on some kind of horrific monster costume, tells lucifer to look out his window, then gets ik to sprint up the wall full speed at him. it works and lucifer has an absolute heart attack (he doesn't scream but he does go "WH-" and fully fall backwards). then satan gets grounded but it's so worth it

lucifer did intend on telling ik off as well but noctifer WILL spend an hour arguing that she was just going along with what satan told her to do without realising his motive, so actually she did NOTHING wrong and you should shut up. lucifer's too tired to retaliate (noctifer has the advantage of not spending most of his energy on paperwork) so he just agrees

as for the wirebugs.... ik uses them in conjunction with her ability to just defy gravity and end up in the most inexplicable places. diavolo has found her dangling from various points on the castle roof on multiple occasions. she's like a super fast moth to the students of rad, with the way she just zips around the ceilings

[therxtking]

Aims a snowball at his crown

SLAPSSS it out of the air and sits bolt upright in R A G E .

Before his face twists into a grin and he starts making his own rather large snowball. "Oh are you bored? You need someone to play with you, little guy?" He stands there a moment, patting it into shape. Then kicks up his leg for the extra momentum of YEETING IT FASTBALL PITCH STYLE WITH EVERY FIBER OF STRENGTH IN HIS ARM DIRECTLY AT THEIR HEAD.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Cecil: Well, that was awfull, bye.

Abby: Gersh! Behave!

Cecil: I suppose I could offer you two a nice cup of homemade coffee.

Abby: Thank you, I know how much it hurts you personally to not be a dick, but I'm glad you're trying at least. I'll want it black extra hammered with a sprinkle of milk.

Steve: Oh, thank you so much, Cecil, but I'm more of a hot chocolate guy myself.

Cecil: Hot chocolate!

Steve: Yes, but I don't want to impose, I can buy one or make one home later : )

Cecil: Hot chocolate??!

Steve: *nods confused*

Abby: ... Gersh...

Cecil: Hot chocolate? What are you, Steve???! FUCKING NINE YEARS OLD??