#inappropriate relationship

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was back at boarding school in Central London for Reasons Unknown™, but I was wearing the clothes I own now instead of the ones I owned then. Things were much the same as last time, except my History teacher (married and Christian) decided to have an affair with me (student and massive lesbian).

[hanniballover67]

Telling my hub about my power-imbalance kink between Johnny Lawrence - John Kreese & Daniel Larusso - Terry Silver.

He’s very disapproving & giving me the “Daddy thinks you’re a freak” look that makes me 💦💦💦💦

[madmanwonder]

[Prompt, Lawyer] Cody flirts with Courtney some more, since he only cares about getting under her lawyer skirt and kisses her hand. She goes on to get through to Cody that she isn't that type of girl. She is proven wrong as she is soon making out with him, with his hands on her butt in the janitor's closet. Courntey will explain how bad this looks for them if anyone sees them. The lawyer making out with her client who is commiting the crimes she stated earlier. But Cody doesn't care about any of that since her got a beautiful lawyer with him. [Making Out, 2-Koma]

"Do anyone ever told you that you look mighty Ms.Claire Barlow~💕" Flirted Cody as he took her hand to kiss her hand with Frenchman-like charm and confidence.

Blushing, the beautiful tan-skinned lawayer pulled her hand away from the amorous sexual deviant. "Mr.Anderson. This is no time for ill-timed jokes due to the nature of your crime and how bad it will look on you and I if people see us," Her dark brown eyes look hard at the boyish look who smirked at her. "And I'm and ever be that type of girl, Mr.Anderson."

X—xx—X

"💕" Courtney moaned into the skillful lips of the confident and amorous sexual deviant who was wiggling his tongue against her tongue with expert-level ease, his small but strong hands squeeze her shapely butt digging in the butt muscles.

Pulling away from Cody lips as Courtney look at Cody with a flustered look on her face. "M-Mr.Anderson. W-We can't do this...if people see us. It will go badly for us—!"

Grinning like a madman in a fit of madness, the short deviant against woman. "Don't care." Said Cody simply as he pulled her back to his mouth to make out with the beautiful lawyer.

[incatnap]

I want to know, why is it that stories with teachers and students, when the teacher actually should be helping the student, ends in a teacher-student relationship?

Is there a story where that doesn’t happen and the teacher is just a good teacher? Like, they know the student is in love because they’re vulnerable and don’t take advantage of that? At all? Ever? Why is it always toxic?

[aventurineswife]

The sound of sparking wires filled the air as Boothill’s mechanical legs struggled to keep up with you. You darted down the corridor of the abandoned spaceship, determined to escape the chaos he always brought with him.

"Darling! Honey! Lovely!" Boothill’s voice echoed like the frantic gallop of a malfunctioning robot horse. "Wait up, will ya?! Once I’ve finished charging, I’ll make love to you with this bullet!"

You stopped dead in your tracks, spinning around to face him. “What the hell does that even mean, Boothill?!”

He skidded to a halt, his spurs screeching against the metallic floor. "It's romantic!" he declared, flashing those shark-like teeth in a grin that would make anyone else run in terror. His pupils flickered like an old neon sign, struggling to focus as his power levels dropped.

"Romantic?!" you snapped. "That doesn’t even—ugh! Damn you, Boothill! When will you stop causing trouble for me?”

He cocked his head, looking utterly clueless. “Trouble? Me? Nah, sweet cheeks, I’m solving problems. That IPC drone back there? Totally disassembled. You’re welcome.”

“That IPC drone was carrying our groceries, Boothill!”

Boothill scratched his head, his long hair shifting like a curtain. "Oh. Well, in my defense, it was looking at me funny."

You groaned, turning back toward the ship’s cockpit. “I can’t deal with you right now.”

“Wait! Darling!” His voice cracked, and the sound of something metallic snapping made you look back. Boothill was half-sitting, half-slumped against the wall, one of his legs sparking dangerously.

“Geez, these legs…” he muttered, yanking at a dangling wire. “I’m gonna have to get them completely modified soon.”

Despite your exasperation, you sighed and walked back toward him. Kneeling, you examined the damage. “You need to stop overexerting yourself. You’re going to short-circuit one of these days.”

He flashed you a grin, leaning in close. “Aww, does my lovely care about me?”

You rolled your eyes, but your fingers worked carefully, reconnecting wires. “I care enough to make sure you’re not going to explode in my face, if that counts.”

“Explode?” Boothill smirked, his tone turning suggestive. “Well, darlin’, if it’s that kind of explosion, I’m all in.”

You smacked him lightly on the chest. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, you’re still here.” He winked, pulling you closer with his working leg. “Now, about that bullet—”

“Oh no,” you said, standing abruptly and brushing your hands off. “You’re charging first. Romance later.”

“Wait!” Boothill called after you, his voice echoing down the corridor. “Honey! Darling! Lovely! Don’t run away! I’m irresistible, remember?”

You didn’t look back. “Get those legs fixed first, cowboy. Then we’ll talk.”

Behind you, Boothill let out a frustrated groan. “This is why I’m never retiring. People like you keep a man working!”

And somewhere, deep in the ship’s power core, Boothill’s systems hummed with the thought that no matter how many bullets he fired, his heart was always aimed squarely at you.

Yes, this is based off of that Japanese HSR post 🫣🤭

[blank-potato]

The Boy Is Mine

Pairing: Lanfear x Rand al’Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit content, Overstimulation kink, Sub!Rand, Dom!Lanfear, Switch! Reader

Summary:

"Don't pretend like you don't want this," she purrs, a knowing smirk curling her lips. "I've seen your dreams." After hearing him every night moaning in his sleep it had influenced your own dreams. There had been dreams with a mixture of you and Rand, you and Lanfear and in the most dangerous iteration, all three of you. You hated that she knew that, that she knew what made you weak. “Don’t fight it.” Or Lanfear has been lurking in Rand's dreams a little too much for your liking, when you catch them in the act you try to show her who he belongs to

A/N: Got to love a Lanfear and Rand sandwich and Lanfear using weaves kinda like tentacles

✶✶✶

How could you compete?

She was a forsaken and she had her hooks deep in him. 

You lay next to him at night as he sleeps and often hear her name on his lips followed shortly by yours. 

You didn't talk about it, you wouldn't even know how to bring it up. 

You wouldn't question why or the clear effect her dreams had on him in the morning.

It drove you mad to hear him call out her name right next to you. 

He wasn't hers anymore, he was yours.

✶✶✶

As you enter your room Lanfear is sitting on your bed as if she owns the place. Her domineering stare is not lost on you as it sends shivers down your spine. 

“Did you like my gift?”

You assumed she was referring to the slew of dreams she had been sending Rand’s way and it was not at all appreciated. 

“I will not let you corrupt Rand’s mind.”

“And how exactly would you stop me, hm?”

She's toying with you like you're a mouse caught in her trap and she loves to see you squirm. 

“How about I corrupt your mind too? We could have fun,” she says as she approaches you, you don’t even register that she’s right next to you before it’s too late. 

“I would never…” you start to say but your words trail off.

Her lips were ghosting your neck, making the hairs on your body stand up.

It's definitely fear but there's something else underneath, threatening to rear its ugly head.

She pushes you to your knees and you feel no urge to resist or fight back. 

Almost like some innate need to please her, you didn't know why but you had to. It’s not long before she’s exposed to you, in all her naked glory and you’re tentatively licking at her clit. Having enough of your shyness she grabs you by the head and starts grinding on your face. You could only breathe in her scent when you gasped for air.

“Good girl.”

You wake up in a panic, your body acting and longing for her but your mind hating her for putting you in such a position.

That night, as you lay tangled up with Rand, you can’t help but have her on your mind. Her shadow lingered between you, taunting you, haunting your relationship with him.

You look down at Rand, his beautiful stormy eyes half-lidded, his short red hair tousled from your touch. Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows, his breath unsteady. As if possessed, you wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze. He lets out an ungodly moan, his body arching beneath you.

Snapping out of your haze, you ease up, quickly moving your hand away, worried that you had hurt him. But instead of pulling back, he catches your wrist, guiding your hand back to his throat.

“No, no, I... I like it,” he murmurs, his voice breathless, eyes dark with something you’ve never quite seen in him before.

As he grinds his hips against yours, his hands gripping you like he never wants to let go, a shiver runs down your spine. Marking his neck with love bites, you lose yourself in the moment, the warmth of his skin, the way he reacts to every touch. The night feels endless, a blur of heat and desire. You didn’t know what came over you, and you weren’t sure how to feel about it, but one thing was clear—Rand liked it.

✶✶✶

You had to check that you weren’t dreaming. You blinked hard and even pinched your own arm but no, it was real.

Lanfear was there, in your bed... with Rand.

A cold rush of anger surged through you as you stepped forward, voice sharp and unwavering.

"Get your hands off of him!"

She only smirked, her fingers still lazily tracing over his bare chest.

"I don't think he'd like that very much," she purred, amusement dancing in her eyes as if she already knew she had the upper hand.

His cock was twitching in her right hand, slick with a mixture of her spit and his pre-cum. His eyes widen when he sees you, the haze in them flickering with recognition. He had been in a dazed state, his body tense yet pliant beneath her touch, eyes glazed over like he wasn’t entirely present.

“I...” he breathes, voice hoarse as if waking from a dream or a nightmare.

Lanfear’s smirk doesn’t falter. She tilts her head and palms his cock like she has every right to be touching him.

It made you sick. 

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” she muses. “It’s not like he was resisting.”

Lanfear steps toward you, each movement slow, deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey. Instinctively, you take a step back, your heart hammering in your chest.

"Don't pretend like you don't want this," she purrs, a knowing smirk curling her lips. "I've seen your dreams."

After hearing him every night moaning in his sleep it had influenced your own dreams. There had been dreams with a mixture of you and Rand, you and Lanfear and in the most dangerous iteration, all three of you.

You hated that she knew that, that she knew what made you weak.

“Don’t fight it.”

She smiles, taking delight in the way you freeze under her touch, your breath hitching as anticipation coils in your stomach. Her lips meet yours in a tender, almost taunting kiss. It surprises you, a slow warmth spreading through your body, sinking straight to your core, leaving you unsteady. You’re surprised your legs don’t collapse from beneath you. 

When you finally manage to pull away, your gaze flickers to Rand. He’s captivated; his chest rising and falling heavily, his lips parted ever so slightly. It’s evident in the way his body reacts, the tension in his muscles, and the dark hunger in his eyes.

You walk over to him and undress with an unnatural quickness, climbing on top of him and claiming your spot.

You wanted him focused on you and only you, and feel a rush of pride runs through you when a strong desperate moan rings out as you ride him without abandon. As he grips your hips, he nuzzles against your neck like he needs you to ground him to this moment. Each whimper he makes vibrates on your jawline as he lays sloppy kisses against it, reaffirming his need for you. 

As Lanfear is forced to watch, you lock eyes with her. A silent challenge, a declaration. This moment, this connection belongs to you. She may covet him, weave dreams around him, try to claim him as hers… but she would never have him. Not the way you do.

"I'm... I'm close," Rand breathes, his voice ragged, his grip tightening.

"Blood and ashes..." he groans, head falling back, completely lost in you. He finishes crying out your name and you feel his load pour into you. The shudders racked his body with each pulse leaving him breathless. But you don’t stop, continuing to drive him into overstimulation, pushing him past the edge of reason, past anything but the feeling of you.

He calls out your name over and over again, his voice cracking as he’s barely able to keep up. He’s so overrun with sensation, so utterly wrecked beneath you, as you bounce up and down on him, refusing to let him go, refusing to give him a moment’s rest.

You think he's about to cry, his eyes glassy and pleading. You had never seen him like that, it was beautiful, stunning even. Like he was a masterpiece, painted just for you.

But your painting would be ruined when Lanfear moves from her position. She closes the distance in an instant and before you can react, she yanks your head back by your hair, forcing a sharp gasp from your lips.

Then she kisses you. It’s fierce, unrelenting and a clear battle for control. Her weaves find you immediately after, slithering around your body like vines, tightening around you. You try to squirm, to fight, but it’s no use. She has you completely bound and at her mercy. 

“What a show you put on for me.”

She moves you up and down on Rand’s shaft with effortless control, like you’re nothing more than a plaything caught in her grasp. A column of air presses against your most sensitive spot which makes your thighs clench against Rand’s thighs.

You feel your orgasm building with each passing moment. You were close and they both knew it.

With a final thrust, you reach your climax, your body trembling and shaking against Rand uncontrollably. The pleasure you experienced was like nothing you had ever known. 

Barely having a moment to breathe, her weaves manhandle you again, pulling you around as if you weigh nothing. She positions you above Rand’s face, his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sends a fresh wave of heat through your body.

"What are you...?" you manage to gasp, but Lanfear only smirks.

"Well, you should let him clean up the mess he made," she purrs, her voice dripping with amusement.

Rand exhales sharply, his grip tightening on your thighs. "Let me clean up my mess," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

You couldn’t protest if you wanted to. Not with the way he looked at you like an eager puppy. You could never say no to him.

And so you nod, your breath hitching as you lower yourself to his mouth. The moment his tongue meets you, a sharp gasp escapes your lips.

His ministrations are slow at first but quickly build in intensity. Your last orgasm had been blinding, but this… this was something else entirely.

Whiny moans spill from your mouth as he starts to move faster as if repaying you for what you had done to him. But Rand wasn’t vengeful, at least you didn’t think he was until now. But the way he was eating you out was downright filthy; pushing you to the brink just like you had done to him earlier. His hands reach up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs before sliding lower to cup your butt, holding you exactly where he wants you.

There's a dip in the bed as Lanfear climbs on top of him, her movements slow and deliberate, claiming the space where you once were. As you try to shy away from Rand’s mouth, her weaves tighten around your thighs, holding you in place, preventing even the slightest escape. Rand groans against you as Lanfear starts to ride him, the vibrations only intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body.

“Lan…fear…” Rand moans out from beneath you, muffled by your pussy against his mouth. The humiliation of it all—losing control, losing to her. Despite your best efforts, it was clear, she had all the power. She could make both of you surrender whenever she wanted, bend you to her will with nothing more than a touch, a whisper, a well-placed weave.

The vibrations against your sensitive spot send a violent shudder through you as you hear Rand’s moans increasing in volume, pushing you closer to the edge. 

The weaves wrapped around your thighs tighten, keeping you helpless against Rand’s relentless efforts. You’re surprised he can still breathe, but he doesn’t stop. If anything he grows even more desperate, more eager. Long, throaty moans spill from Lanfear’s lips, and for the first time since she started riding Rand, you finally look at her.

She’s completely lost in the pleasure, her body moving in slow, sensual rolls. But then your eyes trail lower, and you realise she’s using her weaves, delicate yet precise, teasing Rand in ways neither of you had before.

Her power fondles him mercilessly, ghostly touches gliding over every sensitive spot. Toying with his nipples and balls, rolling and pinching, no wonder he’s a moaning wreck beneath you. 

Lanfear meets your gaze, smirking. "Beautiful, isn't he?" she purrs, her voice thick with satisfaction.

He was utterly undone, lost in the overwhelming sensations consuming him. Every twitch, every tense muscle, every shuddering breath spoke of his submission. His body showed just how deeply he had surrendered to her touch. Lanfear's weaves continue their relentless torment, drawing out every gasp, every moan, every helpless tremble.

And though you wanted to deny it, you thought that she was beautiful too. The danger of a Forsaken clung to her like a second skin, yet what a breathtaking creature she was. She was a testament to temptation itself, to the dark pull of desire.

The way her bare hips rolled against Rand’s, slow and deliberate like she had all the time in the world, only made it clearer—Lanfear didn’t just take what she wanted. She made you want to give it to her. And if she asked either one of you at that moment to follow her into the darkness, you don’t know if you’d have the strength to say no. 

She leans in closer, voice like silk. "And he's all mine."

You nod at her, too blissed out of your mind to say anything of value.

She laughs, low and sultry and you can tell it’s teasing, almost mocking, but not cruel. The kind of laugh one gives when their pet does something endearing.

Hearing the shift in pitch in Lanfear’s moans, you know she’s close. And so are you.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you, building faster than you can prepare for, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to pull you under. The heat coils in your core, tightening with every roll of her hips, every flick of Rand’s tongue, every ghostly caress of her weaves.

Lanfear’s grip tightens on you, her breath hitching. “Go on,” she purrs, voice strained with her own impending release. “Come for us.”

You're not sure who she's speaking to, but it doesn't matter—both you and Rand reach your peak at the same time, pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. Lanfear follows shortly after, her cries of ecstasy mingling with yours, the room thick with heat and exhaustion. The orgasm knocks the breath from your lungs, leaving you feeling weightless. 

She releases you both, and you collapse next to Rand, bodies slick with sweat, limbs tangled together, the sound of heavy breathing filling the space. The thing you had nightmares about had happened and you had no idea what to do with yourself. There was no stopping her, she had made the both of you into her puppets, her toys. 

Lanfear runs her fingers through your hair as Rand struggles to catch his breath, looking as satisfied as ever. She kisses you both as if reinforcing her claim on you before saying, “Sleep well, my loves. You’ll need your strength”, then slipping off the bed and walking out the door, leaving nothing behind but the ghost of her touch.

You lay your head on Rand’s chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. He kisses your forehead, tender, almost grounding.

You had lost. The battle for Rand’s heart was over before it had even begun.

He was already hers but now, she owns you too.

Masterlist

[czytling]

The one where Tim Drake has his first sex scandal.... with himself.

Everyone knows how Red Robin and Tim Drake -Wayne hate each other, right? They have a very loud and public beef via Twitter. Also, there is a ton of fan edits and thrist trips with Tim Drake x Red Robin.

The public finds THE evidence. It was well hidden, but some good hacker managed to leak it. A real Tim/Red Robin sex tape, reel of Red Robin and Tim arguing and the thing getting heated, and them angling closer and closer together, until the kiss, and the camera dies just before it could show more than a single moment of them kissing and a hand moving lower, but it was *suggestive*.

----

Meanwhile, Tim (current Red Robin) and Red Robin (who is also Tim, just from a future or alternate universe) are like "bleh. This was weird. It was weird for you too, right? I don't have a narcissus complex or something? No? Great. Let's never do that again. Or mention it. But thanks for giving me a hand there, I started getting too much heat on my secret persona, this will throw them off."

Tbh, both Tims find the concept hilarious, even if the sacrifice needed to execute it was far too great. Chaos has always been their thing.

----

Meanwhile, a look at Batfamily.

Dick saw a clickbait and clicked at the video to laugh at shoddy fan edit of Tim kissing his vigilante persona, because he wanted some blackmail material to tease him about. He got a full performance of Tim kissing another Tim, and yes they were both real Tim, Dick can tell his brother in mask or not. His brain is melting. He is also desperately trying to bleach the image of his brother having sex with himself and also trying to put into thoughts what should he do now and how to give Tim a slight intervention about self-cest without mentioning anything that he just saw or un-bleaching his brain.

Bruce is near equally as disgusted. But some part of him also considers if he could do the same thing with his next time travelling/alternate self, you know, to confirm the fact that butts match while proving they are separate people and also because giving more fodder for Brucie/Batman ship is even better than Tim's enemies to lovers, considering it's public knowledge that Brucie funds Justice League and Batman.

Damian is disgusted. Cass is confused befuddled and baffled more than anything, she saw a passionate scene with no passion for each other but clear passion for optics and it just doesn't make sense.

(Note here that if you give a camera to *Two* photography nutjobs, their fak-ish sex tape will be the most artistically overdone thing you have ever seen. The lightning, and the angles, and the shots are all artisitically perfect despite seemingly being non-scripted and caught on camera by accident.)

Jason just doesn't know what to think. But it's disguisting and he is furious at his Replacement for sullying the Robin title like that. ("First off, I'm Red Robin and not Robin. Second, working girls should be respected too and that is your own rule. I don't see how this is any different, so stick to your own code, Hood")

Barbara was not the hacker who leaked it. In fact, she was desperately trying to un-leak it, but she had been on vacation with her dad when the tape premiered and by the time she heard of it, it breached containment and it was too late.

Young just us finds the whole thing hilarious. A bit too many members try not to think at all about whose place they would rather be in. No blushing here, none at all.

[hanniballover67]

Johnny was pissed!

Everything Larusso said about “keeping it professional” when here he was, arguing with HIS FUCKING EX in the garden of THEIR DOJO!

[djungleskogs]

at what point are we going to acknowledge that treating tommy like some evil sex perverted inappropriate predator for complimenting his boyfriend is. incredibly homophobic.

[altschmerzes]

“but IIIIII don’t do x with my friends so my ‘friends don’t do that’ statement is totally fine and valid and not at all harmful or dismissive to other people’s relationships or arophobic in any way by implying that my standards for certain actions being inherently romantic is a universal truth about all relationships!!!” do people hear themselves when they speak

[witchofthesouls]

Some scenes I think about worker!sparkling with the Donor Clause AU:

The Sex Talk but it's not really a sex talk, you just thought it was until Nurse explains Seekerkin territoriality and sociality and she's, of course, is making it comprehensive since your spark is still 'undetermined' ("Oh my fucking god, this is abo bullshit!")

You sarcastically calling Tarn "Dad" and the other cons/bots are having Reactions because "Why does he gets to have another!?!"

You being flabbergasted, bamboozled, discombobulated, surprised, confused, flummoxed... at the sight of a bare-faced, scarred Tarn with glasses. You're reeling that there are robots needing corrective lenses. No surprise at the damage, though. Nor his prettiness because you honestly don't know how this fucking guy scored Nurse.

You upon hearing Tarn be seductively menacing to traitors versus you witnessing Tarn around Nurse

You're own reaction when you realize that Tarn and Tourniquet can be very alike

Your adult need for independence versus your sparkling's frame yearnings to be comforted by the family nest

You, the Cassettes, and the smuggling ring versus Swindle's greed to get a cut into the goods that can be only found in aquatic worlds versus the Constructicons' sniffing out a new resource supply line versus Decepticon Mech Resources (HR)

The ever-growing pile of cigarettes that the Peaceful Tyranny collects from shaking you down after an outdoor excursion

You scandalizing Tarn with the guitar. And the horrifying the guy with your 'I listen to everything' taste in music

The Boob talk/contest at a hotspring

You becoming the new cyptid/ghost story on a random Decepticon base

[vadergf]

History professor I have a terrible crush on core

[thr0bbingcunt]

everyone in the kingdom knows of the crown prince to be the kind and soft one, the one who ends wars, who is a diplomat, an artist, soft, gentle. they see him directly opposed to his knight, the captain of the guard, who makes the hard choices and does the hard work. the rumor mills of the kingdom flow with how the knight and the prince must be in a scandalous relationship, the knight defiling the pure prince. “i mean look at the glares sir knight serves to all suitors of the crown, he must be trying to scare them away from his guiltily pleasure!” they whisper.

but what the townsfolk will never know is just how wrong they are. in fact, the prince is the one who invites the knight into his chambers with a smirk. when they “train” it’s the prince who ensures the spar always ends up with his knight on top, but with his knee between the armored legs. it’s the prince who tells his knight that it would not be in appropriate at all for them to be alone in his chambers, that it would be even more inappropriate for his knight to deny him company. it’s the prince that makes the decisions, it’s the prince that orders the knight to his knees,. the prince loves having this power over such a strong and willed man. his knight makes the hard decisions and does the hard work for his kingdom, the power to make his brain turn off is intoxicating. seeing the man who orders troops to protect the kingdom pleasure drunk and and begging is a sight the prince can’t ever give up

[rouge-fauna]

He should give up on Tommy, he has been trying to reconcile with him for ages now and I just feel awful for Dream. Like he put so much time, care and effort into that friendship. 2 hour call every 2nd day..

Yeah well I think he has given up, hence why nothings happened between them for a while. The thing is that Tommy hasn’t left him alone, continuing to call him very serious names insinuating he’s a pedophile, committed crimes and is a creep and groomer…etc. It’s not about Dream letting it go, from the start it’s been about Tommy letting it go. This meme Dream posted was the first time he’s really done anything to provoke Tommy and the reason he did so was because he’s fed up with Tommy and his friends shitting on him for over a year and a half. So yeah I don’t think there is a world where they reconcile as far as Tommy is concerned, and I think Dream would settle for him to just stop making jokes and take down the videos with his sister and mom, but we’ll see what happens. I mean I personally think the Brighton gang or at least Tommy owes Dream a public apology, but that doesn’t seem to be a popular desire so it’ll probably not happen. Ya know because Dream’s the one who doesn’t take accountability obviously… 🙄

[yeehawllywood]

Beetlejuice learns where he came from

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

Yall literally leave him alone. God forbid he grows up and figures himself out. Jesus Christ.