#he's cold

[illmoraineakoi]

Headcanon that if Victim had powers, they'd predominately be ice themed.

[artandbeauty71]

They're taking him away from me. Away from our bed, where he rested still next to me, to lay him onto a new, unknown one.

Why are they taking him away from me? What if he feels cold, trapped all alone in that pitch-black, bottomless bed?

What if he starts shaking, what if the words "I'm cold" suddenly fall from his angelic lips, and I'm not there to cover him up?

He needs warmth, he needs to be held tightly and caressed! But this time, they're not letting me sleep by his side.

Is he going to sleep a lonely, endless night without love?

Will that cold, hard wood be soft and warm enough for him?

(no because I just found this thing in my notes app from an old note I wrote at like 3am and now I'm crying and sobbing like??)

[thelionsship]

พี่ราฟาไม่รู้สึกถึงหูตัวเองแล้วทุกคน ช่วยพี่เขาที 😭[👂❄️]

หิมะพัดไม่หยุดเลย สงสารหนุ่มสเปนเมืองร้อนหน่อย

[battywitch]

My creechur 🥹

[arrgh-even-more-whatever]

[d-lanx]

[eternalsailormom]

DANG IT GEBBREY

[redroom-rainbowguts]

Baby boy, baby → that is an adult man with Problems

[stealingpotatoes]

cat summer begins the literal millisecond they see one (1) spot of sun

[astronomalyy]

parenting

[riotcowgrrl]

he's naked :(

*plucks your dinonychus*

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[smoosie]

(Which arm, Viktor, huh ? Which one ??)

They were not a couple so, Jayce (who had a very bad day and just wanted to hug it out) proceeded to freak out, backed out of the lab and never mentioned it again but, Astral Viktor, that mf ? He'd be delighted to remind Jayce of that moment in time, of that missed call and watch him die from embarrassment and resentment over himself

(I'm glad they've never beaten the gay allegations and never will)

[pangur-and-grim]

he’s had a long day

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[ditzybat]

jason: you don’t even know what my favorite book is, how could you even stand to call yourself my father if you don’t know me anymore!?

bruce: jay, your favorite is pride and —

tim: the velveteen rabbit.

jason: … i’ve had like two conversations with you outside of murder attempts, how do you know that?

tim: im not an amateur, i took my baby stalker duties very seriously!