#he ain't in a good mood either so im NOT letting him write anything without me filtering.
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HAB WHY ARE YOU OUT RN WE ARE AT *WORK* PLEEEEEEASE
#OOOOOH MY GOD ITS NOT THE DAY FOR YOU TO BE HERE BUT WE'LL GET THROUGH IT UNTIL YOU GET BORED AND LEAVE#he ain't in a good mood either so im NOT letting him write anything without me filtering.#also just heard from the big boss trait. please kindly do not ask to talk to H rn. he. well. we're working it out w him. he's recently been#better than this but sometimes you backslide and sometimes that backslide is harsh when you enter back into fiction source territory for hi#which clearly something happened that triggered this response!#anyways!!!!! im fine and we're fine overall. while typing this i figured out exactly what pushed HABIT into the deep end/caused him to fron#bad experience on the metro that triggered memories of some of the reasons H formed as an alter
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Idk how many people i can request for but I'd like to request notes for @pharmacykeys and @imbleedin-out. Encouragement or just something sweet (also not sure who they'd prefer the notes from) (but I'd also like to request a note for you because you're amazing and so caring and I want you to have the encouragement you deserve so anything you'd like to hear at this moment from any or all of the brothers π)
OMG nonnie this is the sweetest ask!! I thought for a long time about what to write for Riri and Lily and I think I finally found something for the both of them! I think Riri would prefer Lester and Lily, Bo, but if that's wrong then please let me know and I'll write you lovely people a note from someone else!!! AND OMG NONNIE FOR ME TOO???? You're very kindπ₯Ίπ₯Ίπ₯Ί thank you so so much omllll if there's anything YOU want nonnie then please don't be shy to follow this up with an ask for you, too!πππ
For Riri (@pharmacykeys)
Hey sweetpea,
I'on remember the last time I left y'somethin' to keep a'hold of 'til I come home so I figured I'd do somethin' now. Why not tell y'everythin' every moment I can? S'not like I ever had someone I could talk to 'fore y'came swannin' into m'life. Yep, was jus' me an' sometimes Jonesy β Vincent's good mood depending β on them same ol' roads, day in an' day out. Ain't got no one t'talk to 'cept me an' I get bored o'my own voice after a while.
Tha's one of the many reasons m'so grateful t'ya', darlin'... listenin' t'me an' makin' me feel like I matter. Like everythin' I say is worth 'memberin' an' like y'don't know what y'll do wit'out me, jus' like I'on what I'd do wit'out you, either. Was long an' lonely days wit'out you... never though I'd find someone like you. Jus' look at'cha, darlin'. Beautiful.
M'real proud o'ya, darlin', an' don't'cha ever forget it. Don't want you ever feelin' bad 'bout y'reself, not for anythin' or anyone.
Love ya', sweetpea, an' I'll be back 'fore y'know it.
Lester.
For Lily (@imbleedin-out)
M'darlin',
M'chest is achin' right now an' I know it's 'cause o'ya. Everythin's cause'a you. Town's tidier, neater. Lester smiles more. Vincent eats more than he used to β I ain't so worried 'bout him now. Used to have'ta practically shove food down 'im jus' t'make sure he remembered to eat. Jonesy's got a new friend... and you already know what you've done to me, for me and 'cause'a me.
World's a bit brighter, bit bigger, wit' you here, an' I ain't afraid to say it in as many ways as I think I gotta' 'fore it really gets in and sinks in there.
I've seen you go far from here, do so much and keep tryin' no matter what shit's thrown at'cha, an' even though sometimes y'shaky on yer' feet, you still move an' that's really incredible. M' proud o'ya. Y'always come home to me, to your Bo, an' I'on know but m'sick of tryna' question it. Ain't gonna do that anymore, jus' gonna accept an' enjoy it.
Enjoy the good things 'fore they're gone.
M'always your Bo, an' I got'cha back.
Bo.
And... for lil' ol' me, I just wanna know they're proud of me and they love me and that they see me, even the things I don't say out loud or share. They see the way I jump at loud noises and raised voices, they see the clenched fists and closed eyes when someone gets too close to me, they see the way I wash my hands and then wash them again if I touch a texture I don't like or if someone touches me without asking me first, they see me and they love me, and they're here. They don't want me going without a night light or with unbrushed and unbraided hair and they'll help me to help myself. They see me sobbing and then putting on the song Bo plays in the garage and then crying harder and Bo shakes his head, scoffs lightly and pulls me in for a hug (if I trust deeply, you don't gotta ask to touch me and the Sinclairs would definitely be involved in that). I want them to know I love them and I want them to tell me that I show them all the time, that I don't have to keep trying to show it because they know and I can relax now, they're not going anywhere. I just want them to know me and to love me anyway...because I look at them and then I look at me and my brain just cannot compute. They wouldn't be lucky to have me, they'd be settling. I would be the lucky one and I'd try so hard to take care of them and be everything they need and want. π₯Ίππ
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