#but what can i say? I am a clown

[impossiblepluto]

I had a mean thought and did a bad thing and two hours later I "yes and"-ed myself into a sort of unfinished, fic(ish) series of words.

(Mac misses a phone call. And misses a phone call. And misses a phone call)

Mac grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his face harder into his pillow. The material beneath his cheek is damp. He flops onto his back, huffing as his stiffened muscles protest the action, and rubbing a hand over his mouth. He must have been drooling.

Reaching over, he fumbles for his phone on the bedside table, squinting through the darkness and winces at the sudden light when he successfully wakes the screen. It’s early enough that the blackout curtains aren’t the only thing keeping the room dark, almost an hour before sunrise. He drops his phone on the bed beside him. 

A distinctive guitar riff blasts through speakers on the other side of the house, loud enough, surprising enough that Mac flinches at the sound. 

Everyone gives him grief for getting up early or staying up too late and making too much noise with a drill or revamping a can opener but anyone else in the house can blast music before the sun is up. And run the mixer. And… is that the blender? 

With a huff of frustration he untangles himself from his sheets and stumbles out of bed heading for the kitchen. 

Lounging with her feet hanging over the armrest of the couch, Riley sips on a smoothie. The deep purple color in her glass matches the workout gear Desi wears as she attacks the heavybag hanging in the corner of the living room.

The waffle maker beeps. Bozer flips open the lid and the waffles onto a plate. 

“Hey! Just in time, waffles are done,” Bozer says as he notices Mac standing in the doorway. 

Desi wipes her face with a towel. She ruffles a gentle hand through Mac’s hair as she passes. “You okay, sleepyhead?” She’s more affectionate now than she was when they were dating. She grabs a glass from the cupboard and pours the remainder of the smoothie from the blender. 

Mac scrubs a hand through his ruffled hair to smooth it into a semblance of order. “Fine.” He croaks and clears his throat. “Slept hard.” 

“You almost missed waffles,” Riley teases as she swings herself off the sofa, heading for the kitchen and catches her toe on the leg of the coffee table. “Ow! Oof.” 

“You okay?” Bozer rests his arms on the counter, leaning forward to peer into the living room.

“Yeah, caught my stupid toe on the stupid table,” Riley hisses and limps a few paces. “You okay, Mac?” she asks, stopping in front of him, canting her head with concern. “You kind of look like a teenager on the first day of school after summer break.” 

He gives her a small smile and rolls his eyes. It sounds like something Jack would say. 

"I was going to say I'm good, but that was before the implication that you wouldn't wake me for waffles."

"With waffles, it's every man for himself." Riley ducks around him, scooping up the plate on the counter. ----

The charging cord is draped over the bedside table, the end unattached. Mac pats the pockets of his cargo pants, coming up empty. The sweatpants he wore for sleep are bunched on the floor beside his bed, too light when he picks them up, and pockets confirmed empty when he searches. He shakes out the rumpled sheets. His phone tumbles free, bouncing on the floor and skittering under the bed, forcing Mac to chase after it with a grunt, pushing aside an old pair of boots before his fingers close around his phone and he shoves it into his pocket. 

---

On the top corner of the screen, a small icon shows he missed a call. He thumbs open the log and sees a number that while he doesn’t recognize, looks familiar. As he punches in his voicemail passcode, he rifles through his brain. An international number. Not the country code for Australia or Puerto Rico. 

He doesn’t want to hope. They don’t have plans for a check in. Mac has tried not to let that bother him. Not to take it personally or feed into what feels like a growing rift. He has still made contact occasionally. Hasn’t let it go too long between calls. 

“Hey, hoss.”

Mac’s body seizes. He can’t stop the small gasp at the familiar voice. His eyes slam shut, prickling behind closed lids. It’s him. It’s him. The greeting sluices over him like a healing balm over a raw wound. 

“Sorry I missed you. Guess it’s still pretty early over there. ‘Course you might not even be home. Sorry I missed the last few check ins. Things have been– well, you know how it can get.”

He does know. He gets it. He remembers watching the hands of his watch march on when he was supposed to give Bozer an update on his work trip to Cincinnati and wondering what kind of story he should make up this time. Hoping that Bozer will forgive him, again, for being forgetful and not calling when the plane landed. 

Being on the other side, watching the clock as it moves five minutes past their planned check in, thirty minutes, three hours, hurts. Knowing that the window of opportunity closed and not knowing when it will open again makes him angry. 

Maybe missing their call isn’t Jack’s fault and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. But isn’t this whole thing Jack’s fault? Breaking his promise, leaving and leaving Mac behind and he can’t even pick up a phone and–

“Listen, I– uh, I just wanted to talk to you. Hear your voice. I’ve missed you. Missed having you around.”

Mac’s jaw tightens. He swallows the emotions threatening to surface.

“I might need your help with something–”

Jack’s voice gets lower, softer.

“But I don’t want to do this in a message.”

Mac pushes the phone harder against his ear to hear. 

“You take care of yourself, okay, bud?” 

“You have no more new messages. To delete this message press seven.”

“No! No, Jack,” Mac growls in frustration. “Well, that wasn’t cryptic at all.” He scrolls back to the missed call log and stares at the number. The call must have come just minutes after he got up this morning. He could kick himself for not taking his phone with him when he left his bedroom. 

He debates returning the call now. Doesn’t want a mistimed ring to put Jack in danger. But Jack’s a professional and would have turned off the phone if he was heading out. Might even be a private burner phone he’s got hidden from the rest of his team so he’d definitely have that secured somewhere safe and silenced. 

Mac hits the button, beginning the call, and as predicted it goes to voicemail. 

“Hey, it’s me,” Mac begins. Jack didn’t use names so Mac doesn’t either. And even after all these years, Jack will still know Mac’s number. And his voice. “Just give me a call back. Anytime. Day or night. I– I miss you too.”

He ends the call, staring at the blinking number on the screen until it goes dark.

Why didn’t he check for a missed call this morning? He always checks. Almost paranoid about it because he never knows when he’ll get called in for a mission. And today, when it mattered, he just didn’t. Before returning the phone to his pocket he makes sure the ringer is turned all the way up and activates vibrate for good measure. He is not missing Jack’s next call. 

---

He’s in the lab with Bozer, working on Sparky, arguing about something inconsequential. Laughing at his friend’s antics. 

The laugh catches in his throat as the door to the lab opens and Matty walks in. She’s involved in all the day to day operations of the Phoenix, she knows where anyone can be located at a moment’s notice, but she doesn’t come down to the lab unless he’s forgotten his phone or there’s something important. Life changing important. And, Mac glances down at the lab table next to him, his phone is sitting right there. 

The world seems to slow, like a cinematic decision Bozer would have made for one of his movies. 

“Matty?” Mac swallows back the last of his laughter while Bozer tries to get his giggles under control. 

She runs an appraising eye over him. Studying him. 

She’s one of the few… maybe only authority figures he’s had in his life that doesn’t measure him and find him wanting. 

He hopes that’s still the case, but the longer she studies him, the more nervous he becomes, rubbing lightly at the back of his neck 

“What did you do, Mac?” Bozer whispers, shifting uncomfortably by the strength of her gaze but attempting to inject some levity. “Whatever it was, I think Mac acted alone.”

“Mac, sit down.” Her voice is as strong as it’s ever been, betraying nothing. And yet...

He shakes his head. He doesn’t want to. No one is ever told to sit down if there is good news. He drops into the chair anyway because he knows. He knows. He knows. 

“Matty?” Bozer’s voice is quiet, all teasing gone as he moves to stand just behind Mac’s shoulder. A protective move. Different from middle school when Bozer would jump in front of him and take on a bully. A supportive move. A Jack move. Offering Mac strength to lean on while he fights his own battles. 

Mac’s pulse roars in his ears. It’s not quite enough to drown out the words he doesn’t want to hear.

“There was a bomb.” 

----

Bozer takes him home. He doesn’t want to go home but he doesn’t say that. He doesn’t want to stay in the lab either. Or at The Phoenix. He follows Bozer through the halls which are miraculously empty. He doesn’t remember getting in the car. Doesn’t remember the drive from the Phoenix though he’s pretty sure he’s been staring out the window the whole time. While he knows every twist and turn of these roads, they’re unfamiliar as they flash past the window. It’s like he’s never seen them before. 

“Riley?” Mac croaks as he pulls his gaze away from the window to look at Bozer.

Bozer quickly brushes a hand over his cheeks, dashing away the wet tracks.. “Yeah, yeah, Desi is with her. Gonna bring her back to the house.”

Mac nods and turns back to the window. 

----

“He called.” The room is dark. Bozer didn’t bother with the lights on their way to the bedroom and Mac never opened the blackout curtains this morning. Even so, Mac can’t lift his gaze to meet Bozer’s. 

He doesn’t want to know what he’ll see there if he does. 

The pause lingers as though Bozer isn’t sure how to respond. 

“Jack?” Bozer finally questions gently. Carefully. 

Mac nods, not sure if Bozer can see it. 

There’s another pause. 

“When?”

Mac gives a bitter laugh. “This morning. I– I missed it. I tried calling back as soon as I saw but…” He can hear the questions that Bozer hasn’t yet voiced, unsure of what to ask or how. Of what to say that could possibly help. There’s nothing. “It was the last time I– and I missed it.” 

Mac’s chest feels tight. Like a hole with jagged edges is pushing out from his core, squeezing his lungs from the inside

Bozer tugs him forward, wrapping him in a hug so tight it feels like it will bruise. Mac buries his face against Bozer’s chest. The soft, short breaths pressing against his cheek reveal Bozer’s silent tears. 

Mac wishes his own would fall. 

----

Mac squeezes his eyes tightly shut, unwilling to face a new day. Not even allowed a second of reprieve from the twisting knot in his chest. The knowledge that Jack is gone. The sun rises on a world where Jack no longer lives. 

The pillow is damp beneath his cheek. Tears only overflowed to the surface once he slept. He pushes his face hard into the material stifling a heaving gasp that comes from somewhere so deep within his core it startles him. It’s raw and feral. Grief and anger and burbling emotions he can’t identify and doesn’t want to examine. 

His whole body aches. 

He flops onto his back, gasping for air like he’s drowning. Like there’s a hole in his chest and his life is hemorrhaging out. Only this time there is no one there to save him. No one whose fingers burn into his flesh, holding onto to life for him while it’s dripping out. No one to breathe for him when he can’t.

Jack needed him. Needed his help as much as Mac did on that beach in Italy. Reached out to him, and Mac wasn’t there. 

He flinches, violently, when a guitar riff blasts through the house. 

The blender whirs.

The scent of waffles wafts through the house.

Anger flares. 

They’re just going about their day, same as any other. 

And he understands, better than anyone, that desire, the action of shoving his emotions into a box and burying them in some deep, hidden place so he doesn’t have to acknowledge them but today. Today he can’t. Today he wants to hurt. 

He whips back his blanket, lurching from his bed, staggering through the hall. 

In the corner of the room Riley sips on a deep purple smoothie, laughing and joking as Desi attacks the heavybag hanging in the corner wearing the same monochromatic workout set she wore yesterday.

“Mac? You okay?” Bozer asks, flipping a waffle onto a plate.

“What are you doing?” 

“Breakfast,” Bozer’s voice raises with uncertainty as he holds out the plate to Mac. “Figured it’d be a good day for waffles–”

Waffles are a fix-it food, always have been.

“-- since we’re just in the lab today.”

“You’re– you’re going into work?” He figured he’d have to fight to be allowed back through the Phoenix doors again.

“Yeah, we’ve got that update we’re going to run on Sparky.” 

Mac blinks. That was– they were supposed to do that yesterday. They did do that yesterday. Or started to. Until. Are they all in denial? Somehow able to pretend it didn’t happen? 

“You okay, sleepyhead?” Desi asks as she swipes a hand through Mac’s hair as she passes. A hurt look crosses her face when he flinches. 

“I’m–” he can’t say fine. He’s not fine. It’s not her touch, or it’s not just her touch that has him flinching. His eyes narrow as he takes in the waffles on the counter. The half-finished smoothie in the blender. Something is wrong. More wrong than just waking up the morning after Jack–

“Ow! Oof,” Riley limps, hopping around the coffee table with a grimace. 

“You okay?” Bozer rests his arms on the counter, leaning forward to peer into the living room.

“Yeah, caught my stupid toe on the stupid table,” Riley hisses. She limps a few more steps, stopping in front of Mac and canting her head with concern. “Are you okay, Mac? You look like the rest of us would if we were doing algebra in our heads.”

“Yeah,” Mac says slowly. “Yeah, just… weird dream, I guess.”

It wasn’t a dream. 

Was it a dream? 

“Waffles are good for weird dreams too,” Bozer pushes the plate closer. 

“Just give me a second,” Mac says, turning toward his bedroom. “I forgot my phone.”

He can hear the concerned murmur behind him as he hurries down the hall. 

In the still dark bedroom, his fingers slip as he reaches for his phone. It hits the floor hard. Sliding beneath the bed. Mac shifts on his feet, staring at the glow emanating from under the bed’s frame. It’s not that weird. He drops his phone a lot. With a sharp exhale, Mac drops to his knees, fishing his phone out from where it landed behind a pair of boots. The screen illuminated with a time and date. 

Yesterday’s date and time.

Mac sits back on his heels, scrubbing a hand through his hair. 

Or… today’s?

It’s not the first time a dream has felt real. Not the first time he’s lived his worst fears while asleep. But this felt different. Feels different. 

Yesterday was so real. So devastatingly real. 

A small icon on the top corner catches his eye. 

He feels his pulse beat faster.

He opens the phone log. Sees the missed call. The only recent missed call. And the voicemail notification. 

This time recognizing Croatia’s country code. 

It can’t be. It doesn’t make sense. Is it some sort of cruel joke? An enemy coming to gloat. But that doesn’t explain Bozer, or Riley, or Desi. 

He swallows hard, mouth and throat suddenly dry. 

Slowly he punches in his code, leaving fingerprints against the screen, and raises the phone to his ear. 

“Hey, hoss.” 

i continue to live through my own "groundhog day" moment as I once again have not finished the time loop fic that I swear I'll have finished for next year

[ganondoodle]

me: finally im able to cope with how much i hate totk and can fuel that energy into other things :)

nintendy: the shiekah tech just dissappeared and no one knows why or cares enough to investigate it lol. lmao. its gone bc the calamity is gone or something even tho it literally isnt bc ganondorf is right there haha lol, stop asking, why do you care. just forget it existed and look at that sexy goatman and glue instead!! glue! isnt that wild?? also its totally a direct, 100% same universe and exact same characters, despite them act totally out of character, sequel to botw-

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[essektheylyss]

while we're airing grievances for fun and profit, it remains fucking wild to me that "read theory challenge" was used as a bizarre gotcha for so much of the campaign by people who almost certainly could not have won that challenge if they'd been called on it.

like yeah, you're suuuuch a superior intellectual decolonialist scholar. tell me more about how your only reading suggestions are a vague "foucault", the communist manifesto, and ursula le guin's wikiquote page.

[ladyinthebluebox]

i'm starting to sense a certain pattern here...

[perilegs]

i know astrology is fake but i'm not too keen on how a lot of people on this website seem to be clowning on it as a hobby a bit too hard. i swear the woman who thinks it's neat how she and her friends with the same sun sign are all similar isn't trying to say that you are who you are born as and there is nothing you can do to change it. it's a hobby. an interest. what happened to finding meaning and joy in the small things. does it affect you if someone enjoys tarot reading or crystals. does it make you upset someone has interests that they enjoy.

[imogenkol]

VALENYA TARGARYEN and her dragon, MYSTRUNNER

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[beanghostprincess]

Do you think bara bara no mi is good fruit? I feel like buggy is not using it in the best way?…

I can think of a few ways I am sure he uses the fruit and they are soooo wrong in the best way

[bacchuschucklefuck]

i love your bard! riz au so much. he is so tragic as a character for all the reasons of what living in constant danger fear does to your mind. can i ask about his relationship with the other bad kids and the major differences vs canon?

hey I'm glad ur enjoying what's goin on here! I don't have a Lot of it clear in my mind yet bc it is a full class swap of the entire party so some stuff will just. not play out until they do yknow? it is how it is. but I think from the beginning riz's motivation is decently different so he'll just get into it on an entirely different path - he did Not start out a very kind kid. he would be extremely conflict avoidant, he's got the Actor feat, he's stocked up on Disguise Self, he's ready to disappear mid-conversation, anyone who looks like troubles he's steering Clear of. he goes to aguefort not because he wants to be an adventurer but because sklonda was like "this works for you?" and he was like "yeah 's all good :]" (he is about to throw up bc that's where penny went missing)

I'd say he runs into fabian (rogue) first very briefly and they'd mutually be like oh. a guy. and immediately forget each other once they get out of the same like locked classroom they accidentally both hid in. and then during the corn cutie fight fabian would see the way riz react and Not Like It (haha whoa. like looking in a mirror amirite) and go actually I'd rather be a hero (derogatory) than whatever that is that guy's got going on. great surprise for him when they got out and registration's closed and the mirror is now one of his partners in the career-long group project :]

kristen (sorcerer) would be an Insane encounter at first for riz like this is someone who is extremely powerful, not very controlled, and so fucking starved for people to be nice at. riz is cordial to her on the way and she is like Fuck Yeah Friend! please go do paperwork with me I don't know shit from fuck I haven't had proper paperwork since I was like twelve and gay. do you like candies? she then throws ragh through a window for trying to bully gorgug and netting her and gorgug the detention (riz is of course immediately someone else while this is happening) (he shows up again right after like haha sorry that was scary! resolutely not looking at how kristen's face falls at the idea of someone being scared of her again)

riz and gorgug (cleric) get on like house on fire at first in the sense that they're at that point both fake bitches and they know this about each other and acknowledge this with each other implicitly and they're like I'm not poking at what's going on with you if you don't poke at what's going on with me. and then gorgug dies and sees that the god he's been feeding his anger to isn't real (yet) and has his realization that he's been indoctrinated into a cult through the support group he's been to and starts on deprogramming and in that process he starts poking at riz's deal just by proxy of dealing with his own. riz gets vicious about this a bit into it but after the arcade he kinda comes around again. it helps that at the end of sophomore year gorgug becomes the saint of the Inbetween and riz is very much in need of that stop on his way right then

fig (barbarian) on the other hand does Not like riz off the bat (her whole thing is leaning into rage to live her truth without fear) but then being as perceptive as she is soon she's like ohhhh you're just scared. like Really scared and it's ruining your life. and after that she's like I'll just protect you then :] (this is her solution to most things her friends go through) this does not help at first bc riz has picked up the pattern that is if you're protective of him bad things will happen to you. he will have a breakdown about this in sophomore year but it'll get better from there

adaine (artificer) on the Other other hand just straight up doesn't like riz until after the arcade lol. he's on the prep side, he's not socially awkward and he doesn't use that power for anything but being a coward, he lets biz talk at him in the AV club and that means biz never stops fucking talking, and every time adaine raises a complaint all he does is being like "sorry :[" and changing nothing. it's fucked up between them riz tries to appease her by doing nice things but he doesn't address the things she actually complains about so she doesn't take it. she's the person who outright calls him out for not having the backbone to stand up for himself or his party. despite this she never thinks of throwing him out of the party and he does pick up on this. they get better after the arcade and riz apologizing and by junior year adaine's the one handling the tech end of riz's freelance publication

all of this is subjected to change of course I'm mostly keeping things mobile that's where all the fun is hehe. the world is constantly in motion etc but this is kinda how I'm coming into my art atm we'll simply see!

[ihearnocomplaints]

me if uhhhh me if you uh if you reblog my art and give me love and attention

[thr4shit]

sighhhhhh this beautiful sound

this shit's how we've been feeling. like the instruments, that floaty numb cold feeling but still PAINFULLY borderline aware but unable to like yknow ENJOY?

all we've got left is media. and even that's starting to stop doing anything.

but what the fuck can we do, yknow?

each time this happens it's just so god awful.

and it just keeps happening, over and over and over, with less and less breaks between.

what if one day I can't get out of it?

what if one day we're just stuck numb and cold forever?

what if one day all we'll feel is this numbness and the sadness and the rage?

what then? will anyone be there?

will anyone care?

will we just be alone?

why would we stick around then, huh?

we're already basically friendless.

who's gonna wanna be friends when we have no personality, hell, no existence or REALITY left?

who's gonna wanna be in our fucking vicinity when we're nothing anymore?

that feeling like drowning.

we're ALWAYS drowning.

just brought up for air to get plunged back into the ice cold water for another round.

how long until we don't get brought back up?

[pocketramblr]

I always found it slightly awkward how media makes siblings or people who see each other as siblings call each other brother/sister all the time as in real life you almost never see people do that with their own siblings (maybe someone out there like that)

In the case of Arkham Shadows I see why they did though because Bruce quite literally tells Harvey he loves him and Harvey says it back. Can't have the audience think Batman is in love with the DA.

They had Bruce pay for his college, pay for his campaign, pay for his surgery, pay for his therapy and had Harvey have him as his best man at his wedding. Wow..... Sugar baby Harvey is real.....

The calling sibling title thing is less common in English than in some other languages for sure- me and a couple of my siblings do it on occasion, but it's for a bit then. More common is when I call one of my close family friends "my sister" or "my nephew" when talking about them to someone else because it's faster and easier to say that than to say "my friend who I've known since she was born and lived with for a few years and consider a little sister" or "child of a close family friend who considers me an aunt" to someone who doesn't know them. Which is a lot of words to say that if they wanted to fully sell me on the brothers thing they should have either had a different bit or should have referred to the other as "my brother" when talking to an unrelated character instead.

But "oh no we have to make Bruce not look gay" has been a problem DC has struggled with more than once for many decades and it basically never works so I guess at least they didn't try to solve it this time by having Bruce pick a lady love over Harvey or cutting the holding hands thing

Because I saw that scrapbook! I know Harvey has been Bruce's sugar baby since he was ten years old! But we can't have Bruce take Harvey's hand and call him the love of his life because ok technically that's Gotham but also because gay. And we can't have Bruce take Harvey's hand and call him his best friend because they're not ten anymore and somehow that seems gay also. So brothers it is, I guess. Even if I think my brothers would bite my finger if I ever tried to pay for everything for them on that scale, guess it's different at billionaire levels

[clownjacket]

If Kipperlilly DOES end up betraying Porter/Jace as part of a secret other scheme she has (whether good or evil) and it has to do with saving Lucy, I just know she’s going to be a bitch about it and pull a ‘sorry, I only save High Five Heroes’ before leaving her other friends to die or some shit. And then she will take her final form: Magic Betty from Adventure Time, betraying her allies and saving her frost gf at the expense of the world. It would also parallel what Ankarna is going through (‘your girlfriend’s out of town, it sucks’, becoming a little imperialist rage machine under the influence of Porter/Sunstone but not being able to fully turn on Lucy despite going against her values and turning into a violent weirdo). This is my wish. My dream. I am manifesting it. Magic Betty Kipperlilly I believe in you.

[pardonmydelays]

THIS IS JUST THE REMINDER THAT LMM IS KINDA STILL YOUR HUSBAND??? KINDA??? WARRIORS LETS GOOOOO!

losing my goddamn mind because literally EVERYTHING happened today: lin announced the warriors concept album, twenty one pilots posted a video about clancy world tour and we're seeing each other in a few hours and taylor tomorrow WHAT IS LIFE EVEN???

wait what do you mean KINDA

[ratatatastic]

its finally luosty turns last but not least eh? his topic? cranky sasha 🤣🤣🤣 (whoever came up with these topics wanted to get sasha riled up oh my goddddd)

ofc the way he chooses to show off cranky sasha is through his spartan hockey huh and OF FUCKING COURSE he gets lundy to come up and help him because who else but lundy does sasha crack the good ole whip for IM DYING

he also makes sure to mime in the goal posts too so everyones on the same page that this is of course about hockey because this has turned into an improv exercise mama hes a star hes a THEATRE kid

luosty is very good at mimicing cranky sasha must have lots of time watching him get fussy with lundy huh i can imagine the only directions given to lundy here was act like yourself and somehow that makes this funnier

they absolutely both think luosty is the funniest fucker alive OH MY GOD HE GOT LUNDY TO SMILE (WHICH ISNT MUCH OF AN ACCOMPLISHMENT HES SO SMITTEN WITH HIM) BUT HE GOT MIKKSY TO GIVE A GOOD TOOTHY GRIN TOO LUOSTY WHAT POWERS DO YOU HAVE 😭😭😭😭

he has this whole couch bewitched by his antics oh my fucking god... kicking the bench...throwing the water bottle...cranky sasha indeed

THE WAGGING FINGER AT LUNDY hey man whyd you move your hand to your crotch did that incite any revelations in you do you need to cover something that had unfortunate timing huh do you understand why mikksy cant stand them do you understand now

on another episode of i genuinely dont think anyone else could do this and get sasha this giggly in the midst of it of making fun of him luosty has really charmed them all

Sasha Cup Party | 7.31.24 (x)

[bonemeal12]

wow! My mp3 player won’t connect to my computer, so I can’t download any more songs onto it! Haha! I’m going to