#crowtoed

[so-i-did-this-thing]

COME TO THE CHARLES W. MORGAN IF U WANT AN ASS-KICKING

[neechees]

[image description: a digital art rendered in a semi realism style depicting a brown skinned, fancy shawl pow wow dancer. they sit down with their left knee propped up and their left arm resting on their knee. They have dark blue, black, and yellow colored regalia. They wear thin blue hair wraps around their braids, a yellow beaded choker, a yellow beaded headband, and blue beaded earrings with yellow accents. Their under dress has medium sleeves and is a shiny, dark fabric that glitters blue and purple in the light. a yellow shawl with a multicolored heart design rests on their right leg, with black fringes. a circular cropped image of an eastern tiger swallowtail resting on green leaves is overlaid next to the fancy shawl dancer, who's regalia and beadwork designs mimic the butterfly wings. end image description.]

"send me a butterfly or moth species and I'll draw a fancy shawl dancer inspired by it" art request series is back up & open again!

Eastern Tiger swallowtail fancy dancer for @crowtoed!

[illiana-mystery]

WIP Wednesday

I'm back with another one of these. It's been awhile, hasn't it?

I have two WIPs to share since it's been a minute since an update. Those two WIPs being the upcoming Chapter 6 of A Decent Proposal and Chapter 3 (the last chapter) of One Thumb Down.

Hope you enjoy and read to the end for a sneak peek of a brand new fic!

Taglist: @ghnaim24​, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky​​, @iobsessoverfictionalmen​, @emily-ella-nightshade89​, @writingkitten, @crowtoed, @doodleborg

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A Decent Proposal

After work, Arnold went straight to his local suit shop, J.R. Henry, to look at their assortment of suits and shirts.

He had been a local customer for years, but only had the budget to shop in their clearance section. Luckily, the shop keep, Wallace Henry, didn't mind one bit.

Mr. Wallace, as he was known, saw Arnold as his regular and he loved having him as such. He was much more polite and patient than his other clientele.

So when Arnold walked through those big mahogany doors, Mr. Wallace was quick to greet him, his measuring tape safely secured in hand per usual.

“Arnold,” the older man cheered before he hugged him. Arnold laughed and hugged him back, with a back tap to boot.

“Hello, Mr. Wallace,” he greeted him.

“Well, hello to you too. Long time no see. I've missed having you in.”

“Sorry, life has just been a little crazy for me lately.”

“Oh, you don't say. What's been troubling you?”

“I was recently diagnosed with general anxiety disorder, so it’s been a bit hard to cope with. I'm trying to work around it or with it…whichever is better for me.”

“Damn, that's tough. Sorry to hear that, Arnold. My Lorraine has anxiety disorder too. It used to cripple her, until she got on that new fangled anxiety medication the doctors are shilling now. Maybe you should try that.”

“Thanks, but I'm trying to handle this with meditation and supplements. I'm not really a big medicine guy.”

“Completely understandable. Just a suggestion. Now, what can I help you with today? Need a new suit for a night on the town with the misses?”

He laughed.

“No, no. Nothing like that. I have a big presentation at work and I want to look nice for our new clients.”

And Alondra…mostly for Alondra, but he didn't need to know that.

“Oh, I see. Who's this new client, if you don't mind me asking?”

“Truly Brands. They’re considering dropping Loware to work with us.”

“Really?! They must be under new management because Ernesto Rivera and Marshall Lowe have been fighting over that account for decades. Marshall made a very lucrative deal with Roman True. Why would Truly Brands want to break from Loware?”

“Because Martin Lowe is nothing like his father and is sinking his father's stock shares and reputation with his ridiculous ideas, one being charging Rowena True, daughter of Roman, more for their lackluster software. Meanwhile, Alondra and the rest of Rivaware have strived to make a better, more innovative and cost effective product for our clientele, which is more than tempting to Rowena who is tired of dealing with Martin and his cronies.”

“I see. I always knew it was a bad idea to let Martin take over Loware. I never liked that bastard,” Mr. Wallace huffed, making Arnold snicker. “I'm not surprised that Alondra put you on the account to impress Rowena then.”

“She actually didn't. I reached out to Rowena with a deal that's hard to refuse. She just needs the rest of the board on board with this deal, hence our presentation tomorrow.”

“Wow, well look at you…taking initiative. I'm sure Alondra and Ernesto are very impressed with you.”

He smirked.

“Well, I haven't been the top seller for the past 10 quarters for nothing,” he bragged.

“Fair enough. Fair enough. Well, follow me. We got some new suits on the sale rack,” he droned on before Arnold stopped him.

“Actually, I wanted to look at the regular racks,” he clarified, making Mr. Wallace turn around, eyes wide. “I got a commission check today and I think getting a new suit would be putting it to good use. After all, my dedication to Rivaware is unmatched.”

And his dedication to Alondra, of course.

“Well, alright big spender,” Mr. Wallace teased. “I got some new suits I think you'd like. Since you got this new look going on. Don't think I didn't notice. You look sharp, Mack.”

“Thank you,” he chirped before he followed the old man to the center of the store.

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One Thumb Down

“Beto, you should go back and check on Neveah. I can finish up here and close up for you,” Juan suggested, as he observed his manager still solemnly looking out the glass doors.

He had just been standing there, with a glazed look in his eye, while he was nervously biting on his thumb.

It was a nervous tick he had since graduating from thumb sucking, per Mama Millie’s manipulation with hot pepper paste as he got older.

Yes, the taste stung, but he learned that just nibbling on his thumb still did the trick without burning his tongue off.

And it did bring him the same comfort. So that's what he was doing now, as his mind kept racing about you.

“No, no. Juan, it's your day off,” he said, still looking out to the horizon behind the front doors. “I hate that I even had to call you.”

“Beto, it's alright. I don't mind. Nev is a great young lady and you were just looking out for her.”

“I should have never let her do a maintenance request,” he moaned, before accidently biting the tip of skin by his thumbnail.

“Fuck,” he hollered, before he groaned. “God, I'm a mess."

“We do crazy things for the ones we love,” Juan responded. “Beto, I know about your little crush on Nev. I know how much she means to you. She reminds you of Gina, huh?”

Bobby paused, before turning around to face the younger man at the front desk.

“What makes you think that?” he curiously asked.

“I remember how you described Gina,” he replied. “Nev is a lot like her, personality wise. I'm not a religious person, but I do believe that sometimes we are gifted ‘angels’ if we do some good in this world. You're a good man, Beto. Maybe, Nev was sent to you by Gina.”

He softly laughed.

“I am starting to believe that actually, Juan. I learned something new about her today.”

“And what's that?”

“She's a Bjork fan…”

“Like Gina,” Juan finished for him. “Let me guess, her favorite album is Post, right?”

Bobby nodded.

“Hmmm, so I guess our theories align and have some truth to them. Nev has been blessed to you by your wife. I mean I believe it. I know how much she cared about your happiness.”

“She did,” Bobby said with a warm smile. “I miss her so much, but I'm glad to have Nev around now. Gina doesn't seem so far away when she's around.”

“So I suppose that's why you let her do the maintenance request? To spend some more time with her?”

“How did you guess?” he jokingly asked, making Juan laugh.

“You're very obvious, Beto,” he chuckled. “But I'm wondering what you're still doing here? Go back to her place and check on her. I know it's eating at you. I know you didn't want to leave her.”

“It's inappropriate for me to like her,” he huffed.

“She won't be your intern forever, Beto. Don't miss your chance. Because between you and me, I think she likes you too.”

Bobby's eyes lit up when he said that.

“You think so?”

“I see how she looks at you…the way you two interact. You two are in love. You're just too shy to see it.”

He smiled, before scratching the back of his head.

“Thanks, Juan. I needed that little talk. But as long as she's my intern, I'd like to just stay friendly. But we'll see what happens when I'm not her boss anymore. Only time can really tell.”

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Paulie and Dosie - Sneak Peek

(Author's Note: This fic is a genderbent AU. Also, Dosie is reader and her nickname is pronounced doe-she.)

“But now I wonder, were you a theater kid?”

She laughed.

“Yes, I was. Guilty as charged,” she admitted, before she took her first bite of her burger. “I was not good enough to pursue past high school, but I did enjoy it a lot. How about you? Did the acting bug ever bite you?”

You were about to answer her, when you noticed that some of the mayo on the burger began to drip from her lips to her chin.

You wanted to say something, but before you could, she lowered the burger from her face a little and licked it off with her tongue.

Her very long tongue, to clarify.

You felt a little woozy when you finally noticed that too.

Had her tongue always been that long and you just never noticed?

Because now you really wanted to see what that tongue could do.

“Oh, I'm so sorry,” she softly said, with a devious twinkle in her eyes. “I'm such a messy eater. Did I get all the mayo off?”

“Yep,” you swiftly answered, your heart racing in your chest.

She laughed.

“Oh good,” she replied. “And you were right. This veggie burger is really good. The best I've had in a while.”

“Glad you like it,” you moaned, trying to forget what you just saw so your mind could go back to normal, clean thoughts as she began to eat your melt. “And to answer your question, I did do a few shows, but at my local community theater and I stopped in middle school. It just wasn't for me.”

“I see,” she said, before she took another bite of her burger and licked her lips like so.

You were on edge as you saw her do it again, and then you knew she was purposely trying to tease you.

And man, was she hot while doing so.

“Have you ever seen Rocky Picture Horrow Show?”

“Only like every year! I used to go with my ex-girlfriend. Our local theater in Rochester hosted it every year.”

“Well, I've gone every year since college. I go to this off-Broadway theater to see it and it's amazing. Maybe I can take you this year?”

“I would love that!” she chirped, before you both reached for a fry. You both laughed before Pauline gave it to you.

So you paid it forward and dipped it in ketchup before you gave it to her to eat. She grabbed your hand and moved it forward, twirling her tongue around the fry like it was cherry stem before she pulled it into her mouth.

You were quite impressed by her little trick and she smirked when she noticed your reaction.

“If you like that, you'd love what I can do with a cherry stem,” she seductively bragged, before she whispered, “And a clit.”

You nervously laughed again.

[variousqueerthings]

a million years later and i finally finish another fic!

gosh I'm happy to get this one out there, @crowtoed and i talked about it... sometime ago 😂😂😂

fic: nowhere fast fandom: streets of fire collection: these movies should have been queer tags: F/F, Reva Cody/McCoy, Post-Canon, Stone Butch McCoy, McCoy may top but we know who's in charge..., Hinted at past one-sided Reva/Ellen rating: E (which makes this the first explicit fic in the collection lol. it only grazes an "E" rating really, but i figured better safe than sorry)

description: Two years after McCoy drives off with the mythological Tom Cody, she unexpectedly comes back. Reva definitely hasn't been waiting for her.

[thatlowvice]

@crowtoed

what’s funniest about the pacific rim scientists is like. when newt geiszler says he’s a scientist he means an old-timey 1910s entomologist wearing khaki shorts and a comically oversized pair of binoculars traipsing through the jungle capturing endangered species of butterfly and murmuring “egads!! fascinating…..” and scribbling it in his journal. when hermann gottlieb is being a scientist it’s literally the fucking manhattan project. tortured chainsmoking physicist. pawn of a war. repressed homosexual all his life. gets executed for being a communist. And they have to do each other’s peer review

[mmwm]

WRITE 28 DAYS: DREAM POEMS - Day 26

Part of my Feb 2024 Dream Poems project. How To Find ItA tree, its bark noticed last week, is misplacedthen noticed again, the day unfocusedthat’s how it often isfocus bearing a blindspottowards the unexpected and whatin the living world is not unexpectedwhen it comes down to ityou could hunt for years a screech owlbrimming from a tree’s hollowthen, distracted, glance up at the call of a crowto…

[unbelievable-ecological-articles]

BLUEBELLS

This time of year is really beautiful because all the flowers and plants are blooming, the sun is shining, the weathers getting warmer, and the birds and bugs are chirping and buzzing. One flower that is extra beautiful for several reasons is the common bluebell (Hyacinthoides non-scripta)! Years and years ago, British botanists called them such names as crowtoes, or cuckoo’s boots, or witches’ thimbles (which I’ll explain later). To me, none of these really make much sense looking at the flower, and bluebell suits them perfectly. Below is a photo of River going full-pelt crazy in a field of bluebells near Cambridgeshire (before she was put back on the leash so as not to crush any):

One obvious reason these flowers are so special is their unique colour. Their bright blue/purple stands out against the green woodland they grow in, and when they bloom they can transform the forest floor into a field of blue/purple dots. In fact, blue and purple are the rarest colours for flowers; this is because they need forms of anthocyanin (the blue, red or purple pigments found in flowers, fruit and other plants) that are more unstable than others. Plants find it much easier to utilise carotenoids (bright yellow, red, and orange pigments) and stable anthocynanins, to create the more common orange, red, yellow and pink shades. Below are some bluebells I found recently in the UEA campus woodland near the lake:

Another reason they're special is their rarity, which is due to both their fragility and scarcity. Almost half the whole world's bluebells are found growing in the UK. They are easy to crush underfoot and when that happens they will die back from lack of food, as they rely on their leaves for photosynthesis. When they do grow, it still takes 5 to 7 years to establish from seed to flower. For all these reasons, its actually against the law to pick, uproot or destroy bluebells, and whilst the common bluebell isn’t particularly rare in the UK, it is still at risk of disappearing altogether from habitat destruction, hybridisation with non-native bluebells (aka the Spanish bluebells, a much paler and scentless but more vigorous species), and the illegal trade of bulbs collected from the wild.

The third reason I believe these plants are so special is their inclusion in much British folklore. One such myth was the use of bluebells in witches’ potions, as a sort of measurement device - hence the name witches' thimbles! Another folktale said that anyone who accidentally walked into a field of bluebells would be cast under a fairy’s spell. It goes to show that even back then people recognised the rare beauty of this particular flower.

The best way to help preserve this beautiful British species is to be careful when walking through woodlands where you see bluebells. If you want to grow your own, you can buy the seeds and bulbs legally, and do so in your garden! Woodland Trust advise to enrich the soil with leaf mould, manure, or compost and plant the seeds. The hardest part is waiting seven years for the flowers to appear!

[so-i-did-this-thing]

COME TO THE CONNECTICUT RENN FAIRE IF U WANT AN ASS-KICKING

[suddenly-sara]

@crowtoed

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[illiana-mystery]

WIP Whenever

Ooh, haven't done one of these in a while. So let's do something about that. 😁

I have two WIPs that I would like to share with you. Those two WIPs being the upcoming Chapter 6 of Chasing Foxy and a short story featuring our favorite handyman, Bobby Hicks!

Since my other Bobby fic is on temporary hiatus, I figured that it would be nice to give you a little short story to tide you over until I update the big fic.

Hope you enjoy and read to the end for a special short fic announcement! 😁

Taglist: @ghnaim24​, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky​​, @iobsessoverfictionalmen​, @emily-ella-nightshade89​, @goodoldcharley, @writingkitten, @crowtoed, @dreamlikedesires

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One Thumb Down

*This is a prequel to He Won't Hurt You*

It seemed like such a normal, summertime Thursday afternoon at The Magic Castle.

The birds were still chirping loudly, the sun was beaming over all of Orlando, and the children were out playing despite the heat.

For a moment in time, you walked outside...just standing by the front door.

Happily, you watched the children play while also enjoying the burning sunlight you didn't mind too much.

Honestly, it reminded you of better days from your childhood where you had not a care in the world and no responsibilities.

But you were soon taken out of your daydream and forced back into reality when you heard familiar footsteps.

Quickly, you made your way back inside and behind the front desk before he could see you.

Sure he liked you, but he was a stickler for rules.

You already had your lunch break, so now it was time to get back to work. Plus, you did like to keep him happy and impressed with you.

Despite your large age gap, you had a massive crush on the motel manager you called your boss…

Robert William Hicks.

But everyone called him Bobby.

He was well within his 50s, but he still oozed sex appeal and he knew it. He dressed as a younger man all the time and wasn't afraid to wear tight short sleeves and muscle shirts during the summer.

You couldn't help but stare.

Also, you always liked older men, but Bobby really took the cake.

The door soon swung open a few minutes after you got settled back to your post. And in walked the manager himself.

He was red from head to toe, his face sweating profusely.

But yet, he still looked like a snack and a half.

It was a muscle shirt day and the sweat-covered cotton clung to his abs while his cargo shorts tightly clung onto his junk. His nose freckles looked exceptionally pronounced, and his sandy brunette hair was damp and curled like you liked.

He was a sight to behold, but you had to stay calm. You had to be professional, so you immediately looked him in his beautiful cyan eyes as he approached you.

“Any lodgers give you trouble while I was working on our A/C unit?” he asked, concern dripping in his tone.

“No, it's been quiet,” you reply, pretending to start typing since looking into his eyes made your knees weak. “I have been trying to watch those kids though. Ever since you caught that creep, I've been worried about them.”

He warmly smiled before he put his hand on your shoulder.

“Neveah, I appreciate your big heart but watching over those kids is my responsibility not yours. You're my intern. You don't have to worry about the wellbeing of the lodgers.”

“I know. But still,” you moaned, before admitting, “I was almost taken advantage of by a predator when I was around their age. I wish I had you to save me. Luckily he was arrested before he could molest me.”

Bobby looked horrified as he slowly took his hand from your shoulder. His action worried you a little, until he walked behind you and hugged you.

Swiftly, you turned around in his grasp and hugged him back, trying to hold in your tears.

“It's okay, Nev. I had no idea. I'm so sorry that happened to you. I hope that bastard is still rotting in prison.”

"He is,” you assured him.

“Good. I'm glad Sheriff Rugg is tough on predators like that jackass,” he huffed. “You okay though? I didn't mean to open any old wounds.”

“I'm okay, Bobby,” you replied as he let you go.

“Good,” he said with a warm smile. “Now I'm gonna go back into my office. But feel free to knock if you need anything.”

“I will,” you responded immediately.

He chuckled before leaving you alone at the desk.

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Chasing Foxy

*I had to sneak this in. You're welcome. 😉*

"Virgil, honey, are you okay?"

He somberly looked down at the young woman, tears forming in his eyes, before replying,

"No, not really."

"You want to talk about it," she asked after she sat her up and put her arm around him.

"I guess it would help."

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I just want to help if I can," she assured him, before he tucked his head into her shoulder. She rubbed his arm after.

"I don't want you to think lesser of me...that's why I'm hesistating."

"I could never think lesser of you, Virgil. But again, only tell me if you're comfortable."

"I had a nightmare," he tried to calmly start. "A reoccurring one, might I add."

"Does it have to do with some form of your stress?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so," he replied, before taking another deep breath. "I keep seeing all of the people that are hurting me and stressing me...I keep seeing them die in horrible, violent ways. And I'm fearful, of course, but then get chased by this ominous shadow that possesses me. It has an awful, terrifying voice and cackle. And it wakes me up every time...well usually after it tells me that they had it coming. That they deserved such horrific deaths."

Foxy was a bit horrified by what she heard, but did her best not to show it on her face. Since their dinner, she knew Norman was troubled. And just because he was having nightmares like that, didn't mean he was gonna act upon them.

Sometimes violent fantasies came from fear and uncertainty, not always the want of revenge.

At least she hoped that was the case with Norman to.

"Do these nightmares involve Harry or just the people over you at Oscorp?"

"Just my board members and the military contractors I've been working with," he quickly answered. "I could never hurt Harry in such a violent manner even if he causes me stress too. He's my only son and I still love him."

"I know, I know. It's okay. I just needed clarification," she assured him. "Now, look at me."

He obeyed, exposing his bashful blues.

"Honey, I'm sorry you're being mentally tormented by such awful dreams. But sometimes our dreams are warnings of what's to come if we don't change our actions in reality. Norman, I know you're a good man. But you can easily fall into darkness if you don't seek out help. That's why I want to help you. You have way too much on your plate and you can't do all of this on your own. It's not possible. I know we already made a breakthrough at dinner, but I'll reassure you again that I'm not going anywhere. I'll still have my johns, but you're my special baby boy and I mean that."

He softly smiled at her, before he buried his head in her shoulder again. She kept rubbing his arm to calm him, until she started to softly sing,

"I'm what you need, and I've got what you want. Put your trust in me, I won't let you down. Give me a chance, let me prove my love for you, babe. I'm what you need. Give me the chance to prove my love. Boy I'll never let you down. I know that you've been hurt before. I'll wipe the tears baby from your eyes. You've got to learn to trust again. Give me your lovin' baby, please give in. I'm what you need."

"You sing so beautifully, mommy," he whispered.

"Thank you, honey," she replied. "You feeling a little better? Or do I need to give you a little more TLC? Maybe another pegging session to relieve your stress? We'd have to make it quick though."

"No, I just want to cuddle," he bashfully said. "But I should probably also be honest with you."

"What do you mean?"

"I hope you don't leave me for this, but I'm bisexual. I may have dated a man when I was in college for two years."

"Aww, Virgil," she cooed. "I figured. But there's nothing wrong with that. You're amongst friends."

"Wait, what?"

She giggled.

"I'm bisexual too. I had a girlfriend when I studied at Hunter College. We broke up after I became a full time sex worker though. We just drifted apart. Her name was Lani. She was a gorgeous Polynesian woman. I miss her, but she has a husband and kids now."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"Yeah, but if it did, I wouldn't have met you," she replied with a warm smile. "And I wouldn't want that at all."

Norman blushed.

"May I ask who this handsome young man was that you dated in college?"

"You're gonna be shocked when I tell you."

"Try me."

"It was Otto. Otto was my boyfriend."

Foxy's face dropped. She couldn't believe it.

"Wait, really?! Otto? The man I just met? The adorable middle-aged teddy bear man with the hot wife?!"

Norman nodded.

"Yep, that man. Otto Gunther Octavius. He was my boyfriend. We had a wonderful relationship, but we broke up to keep out friendship intact. He was an amazing lover, like you are. That dildo I requested was actually the same length and girth as Otto's cock..."

Foxy gasped in shock.

"No way! He's big too? Damn!"

"Oh yeah. I used to be a bit sore after we fucked, but it was a nice stress reliever. That's why I requested the pegging service."

"Now it all makes sense," she hummed.

"Yeah," he bashfully replied, before continuing. "I miss what we had, but I'm so glad he met Rosie. She's an angel. And hot as you put it. She was even hotter back in the day."

"I can imagine," Foxy giggled. "Does she know you dated?"

"No, she nor Emily knew. We did tell them we were bisexual though and they didn't seem to mind. Thankfully."

"Well, good. I'm glad they accepted you," Foxy responded.

---

Okay! Now here's the special announcement! I'm working on a new "Molinaverse Care Fic".

You may remember I wrote one a couple of months ago called Scientifically Accurate Angel featuring Otto.

Well, now I'm featuring Dr. Harding Hooten in his own "care fic" which is titled Cycle of Care. So stay tuned for that! It will be coming soon! 😁

[almaasi]

shoutout to the person who, when asked by Siddig in his zoom meeting “what do you call your Garak doll?”, replied “I call him a

bitter old queen”

[kimabutch]

For rowdy Yasha fight times I love Karen O, Trent Reznor, and Atticus Ross' cover of Immigrant Song. Classic barbarian with great female vocals.

We’ve had Immigrant Song sent in for Yasha before but WOAH, this cover is AMAZING and I love the intense female vocals (and, I think, how much faster it is than the original, and emotional?) I think it works fantastically as a battle song for her. 

Come yell at me about songs that remind you of Critical Role — but please note that there’s a long delay in responses! (Playlist | song spreadsheet & masterlist by disasterhumans | CR music tag)

[thatlowvice]

@crowtoed @so-i-did-this-thing This seems up your alleys

Just letting you know that a friend of mine made a freaking ISOPOD bag from leather!!

Name: Zod

Gender: Pod

[alicequinn]

Sorry if it spam'd, but I've got a soft spot for Pana Hema-Taylor as Vax with Shannyn Sossamon as Vex. Also a huga fan of Tran Loan (AKA Kelly-Marie Tran) as Pike.

woah!! i love THAT. also tran loan as pike is inspired. she almost has the exact irresistible, adorable smile that ashley does??

[dancer4813]

crowtoed

  MOLLY THAT WAS GAY

PINNING. AGAINST. A WALL.

IT’S SO GAY

[babypaulchen]

I had a dream that Paul came into the vintage clothing store where I work. I picked out so many loud polyester shirts for him, it was great.

AWWWW THAT’S ADORABLE OH MY GOD ;___; that’s such a pure, wholesome dream