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remember, if it’s in the public domain you can claim the characters as your ocs. And no one can stop you

[sweetsummersemen]

Damn Lois is so wrong about her kids in the Malcolm in the Middle finale it makes me think she hasn't really revised her plan since before Jamie was born.

Malcolm as president is... He's got book smarts but that's it. Look at the situation:

Malcolm has contempt for just about everyone he meets and he doesn't hide it. He has contempt for the Krelboynes because of their neuroses, but when he spends time with normal kids, he can't stand them because he thinks they're beneath him (and he makes sure they know it). You can't make it in politics without making connections. Unless he can learn to keep his mouth shut (and considering it never lasts when he tries) he'll never get the allies he needs. You need to be able to bullshit *somebody* if not everyone.

Malcolm has no connections now. He isn't from a political family, he doesn't summer with rich kids. The only moderately well off person is Stevie and he only seems to be upper middle class. Working part time as a janitor will help him fund himself but it'll stop him from joining fraternities and societies. Which is where he'll meet the people he needs to propel his career.

His subject. Malcolm is studying some kind of biology when we leave him. His talents are STEM. Not law, or political science, or international relations or history. Honestly I think he'd be best as an academic. At least his abrasive personality would help him fit in.

His personality part 2: Malcolm suffers and feel sorry for himself, not others in the same situation. He's the same as the other Krelboynes: high IQ, overbearing mother, bullied by the other kids. But he doesn't empathise with them. He only feels sorry for himself. Which with his contempt issue won't make him the candidate for the workers. He'll be the "fuck you I got mine candidate".

His strategy: Malcolm has one political strategy: when things go wrong and he has to fix it, his instinct is to bring everyone down to nothing. He does it when he makes the Krelboynes have a breakdown, he does it when he tries to make up with Reese and reads out everyone's files. Even when he's trying to do the right thing, his instincts are destructive.

His impulsiveness: especially with girls, even before he hits his teens. He sleeps with his own brother's girlfriend! He'll have a sex scandal before his political career gets off the ground. He also has no verbal filter which won't get him very far.

And Lois's summary of Dewey makes me think she definitely hasn't been paying attention to him since Jamie came along (which, she definitely hasn't).

Dewey hasn't been a happy go lucky little weirdo since season 4. His big arc was the Busey class where he did exactly what Lois wants from Malcolm, on a micro scale. He suffers with the special kids and he becomes their leader because he knows he is the only person willing to help them. He doesn't spend that time feeling sorry for himself and lashing out at the Buseys, like Malcolm certainly would. He has contempt but for the system and actors causing the issue, not the victims.

Even putting aside the morality of what Lois did to Malcolm, she was wrong. She backed the wrong child.

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Malcolm in the Middle Simp Headcanons

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Malcolm

Probably met you in the Krelboyne class

Very impressed by your brains

Always chooses you as a study buddy or project partner

Holds back complaints about life and shit just to hear you talk

This is very difficult for him to do bc the dude LOVES to complain

Holds your books/backpack for you and walks you to all your classes

Mainly because you have the same classes, but he insists he’d do it even if you didn’t

Learns everything about you and commits it to memory (which isn’t hard because of his memory)

You’re the best thing in his sucky life

Stevie had half a mind to roll away from his best friend as he went on and on about Herkabe. Something about him trying to get Malcolm to sabotage his perfect GPA so Herkabe could keep some academic record. Usually, Stevie would care very much about someone’s academic standing. But right now, he was focused on trying not to kill himself or Malcolm.

“I mean, it’s absolutely ridiculous! He’s using Reese to get me to tank a grade. Reese! It’d work better if it was-”

“Hey, guys!” You bounded towards the two, and Malcolm’s demeanor changed entirely. Stevie was grateful for your arrival because, for some reason, Malcolm lessened the bitching and moaning by a lot.

“Hey, Y/n.” The boys greeted back.

“So, what were you guys talking about?”

“Well-” Stevie was about to snitch on your boyfriend but was cut off by him.

“Oh, it was nothing.”

“Are you sure? You looked pretty passionate about it.” Malcolm assured you it was nothing, but Stevie gave you a look saying he’d tell you about it later. “Okay, then. Wanna go to class?”

“Sure!” Malcolm responded excitedly, grabbing his backpack off the lunch table you were hanging around. You said goodbye to Stevie and made your way to first period. “Want me to take your bag?” He asked but was already slipping the strap off your shoulder.

Reese

COOKS FOR YOU

ALL THE TIME

I’m convinced it’s his love language

From snacks to tide you over until lunch to full-course meals during the rare occasion that you two have the house to yourselves

Will beat the shit out of anyone who messes with you

If it’s a girl, he’ll probably get Cynthia to do it

Your happiness is his biggest priority; he can’t have some idiot messing with that

“Reese, this is delicious.” You moaned as you ate a baggie of your favorite snack that he had cooked up for you. He knew how hungry you’d get from skipping breakfast, so he packed you a little snack bag every day so you wouldn’t be miserable until lunch. He was somewhat surprised that the teacher hadn’t made him stop bringing food to class, but it might’ve had something to do with the fact that whenever you were happy, he was happy. And a teacher would rather have a happy Reese than an angry Reese.

“I think I might make that my go-to snack for you; you seem to like it the most.” You smiled at the comment, giddy that he paid attention enough to know which of his foods were your favorite.

“Well, I like all your food.”

The last bunch of kids filed in, and the last one seemed miserable. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was a kid in your class that messed with you frequently. You then noticed that he was littered with cuts and bruises. Immediately, you had an inkling of how this happened.

“Reese, did you do that?” He looked up at the kid, smirking at his handiwork.

“Gotta keep my girl happy.”

Francis

Thinks it’s love at first sight

Francis is such a delusional romantic tbh

If you meet him while he’s in military school, he’s always writing you poems and letters 

Half of his calls home are for you because he just wants to know how you’re doing

If you work at the ranch with him, he’ll pick up the work on your chores if you have something to do

Even if you don’t need any help, he’ll accompany you just because he loves spending time with you

You know those tiktoks that are like “when you and your friend work together, so everything’s a two-person job now”?

That’s him with EVERYTHING

Even if you’ve been together for years, he still tries to impress you with extravagant presents or ideas

You tell him you don’t need/want much, just him, but he thinks you deserve the very best

“Francis, I can do it myself.” You jokingly rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, who set out plates and cutlery for the breakfast buffet. “It’s the easiest job of my day.”

“I just wanna make it easier, baby.” Francis kissed you before straightening the table clothes in the dining hall and on the patio.

“Well, thank you.” You smiled before moving to restock the napkin dispenser. Francis raced to your side, opening the dispenser for you. “Thanks again.”

“No problem. So, I was looking at our schedules, and I noticed we should be done with work at the same time.”

“Oh, yeah?” He nodded, closing the dispenser and positioning it right on the table. “What do you have planned?”

“Not much.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but if you knew your boyfriend well, you knew at least three different activities were reserved for you two now. “Just a couple’s horse ride, massage, and then I asked Otto to make sure that one of the jacuzzis would be off limits. Just for us.”

“Oh, that sounds so nice, honey.” He cupped your cheeks, kissing you deeply, and you were thankful that the guests were either still asleep or doing something else.

“Anything for my favorite girl.”

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I know I say "hear me out" a lot but this is actually a stretch...

Malcolm In The Middle au, where Buggy is Lois - the angry mom who keeps the kids in check and Shanks is Hal - the easygoing dad to the kids and is head over heels for his wife.

Luffy is obviously Malcolm, he always gets the rest in and out of trouble and is bursting with potential.

Sabo is Francis, he's not with the rest of the family because he's part of the revolution after he ran away from military training. But he's always there to give advice if they call him because he loves his brothers.

Ace kinda has to be Reese by that logic. I have nothing much to say on that matter...

Uta is Dewey because she basically a musical genius and gets very little attention from "the parents" but is generally the least problematic child.

The Krelboynes are the straw hats, each a genius in their field and always hanging out with Luffy.

Garp is either Lois's grandma - the cold and cruel grandparent that shows up from time to time, OR Commander Spangler - the head of the training facility where Francis/Sabo used to be, he's harsh and mostly fair but all the cadets think he's too strict.

[greenesmyfavcolor]

Isn’t weird how Audrey’s last name is just never mentioned in the musical? We only know it’s Fulquard because they say it in the 60’s movie and since just about everyone else’s name stayed the same transitioning to the musical (Krelboyne aside), we can assume that Audrey’s would too.

But the thing is that they go out of their way to mention the minorest characters full names like Arthur Denton, Patrick Martin, Wink Wilkinson, Skip Snip, etc.

I guess the deuteragonist’s full name was just not important enough to mention I guess 😭

[nigmos]

I was tagged by @deathbypufferfish :) thank you.

🎶✨ When you get this, you have to write down 5 songs you actually listen to and post them. Then send this (ask or tag) to 10 of your favourite followers cool ppl✨🎶

Ghost in the Machine by SZA

2. Partners in Crime, Pt 2. by the Internet

3. Good Days By SZA

4. Baby Lay Your Head Down by Aly & AJ

5. With Love From by Aly & AJ

I tag @sportsbianism @crsentfairy @opheliasprings @cantseemtohide @feylights @saturngalore @fizzysugar @crvvys @airbussy-a330 @medleymisty @socialbunny @sloedancing @softimbue @a-krelboyne @lahaineee @bastardtrait @minty-plumbob @finnsim

[imsodishy]

💞A different type of rec list ask game, to rep your own fics and other authors you enjoy.💞 Spell out your user name with fic recs. If the letter correlates to one of your fics you rec it (no duplicates use a different fic for repeat letters.) If you get to a letter you don’t have a fic title for you rec one you‘ve liked from someone else. 💖Send this to someone who might need a little love on their own fics or just like spreading the love.💖

This is a fun one, takes lots of thinking and searching though my fic files though, hmm... (also it turns out the letters of my name are kinda hard to find titles for, an O? two Is? are you kidding? lol)

In between days by gardensong a Reddie fic from way back!

Maybe Christmas, Perhaps by Me! A ficlet I wrote literally on Christmas morning before the rest of my family woke up because I was having insomnia :)

Serrated by @shieldofiron It's still in progress but oh so good! Between S2 and 3, the sweet spot!

Only One Bed by @robthegoodfellow asymmetrical polyamory my beloved! Billy, Steve, Eddie, and Chrissy (whatever the name for that is) figuring their shit out post high school. this one's a WIP too.

Denier by @lazybakerart King Steve! Billy in pantyhose! Pure joy right here.

I'd talk but you took the tongue i talk with by @brawlites Knife 👏 kink 👏 mun 👏 grove

Surf, Sun, and Sirens by Me! Another ficlet, this one was originally written as part of a Harringrove Week

How does it feel (with me inside) by @magniloquent-raven a wonderful, sumptuous nipple piercing fic

Your shelter from the storm by krelboyne (not sure if they're on tumblr) A classic 'Steve finds Billy walking alone at night' fic. Love a good trope, done well.

And! i invite everyone who's fic's i tagged to do this too, if they'd like! 💜💜

[isabellthebitchyghost]

This was way too cute not to post, and I wanna start a tag game with it ❣️

I'm gonna tag @a-krelboyne (who originally sent me the link) , @aceofvase , @ribcageteeth , @gremlin4goro , and anyone else!

[lesbiandarvey]

guy who played malcolm malcolm in the middle teasing reboot … the only reboot i want to see is three young girls covered in slime ages 6ish-11ish fighting on the ground of a shabby one story house, one of whom is bashing the other's head in the kitchen cabinet, then we see reese trying to make dinner yelling at his kids until he sprays them with the garden hose thats ended up inside the house, the youngest daughter chanting i hate my sisters i only like me throwing her milk covered teddy bear against the wall. then reese's husband walks in reese asks how long hes gonna be out there (still spraying the wrestling kids with the garden hose) and reese’s husband says oh at least another twenty minutes honey, saunters outside starts the electric drill to cover the fact hes doing the crossword.

door slam

malcolm vo, driving to work: so after i lost my job my exwife and i moved back here [more exposition]. until we see him pulling up to the school, walking into a class of frazzled looking krelboyne kids

[expromqueen]

Was tagged by @a-krelboyne to make myself with this picrew!

Tagging @number1girl @barbiedirectedbygretagerwig @redrobbrivers @filmstar1997 and of course anyone else who wants to

[t-lly]

I was tagged by @justawishaway , girl I've never met you, we’ve never talked but ilysm. Immediately made my entire day.

honestly babe, barbie sLAPS so goddamn hard. I have barbie marathons all the time girl, its the only serotonin god will let me get.

anyway, I am very well aware that 16 people follow me and like 2/3s of my followers happen to be those weird porn-y accounts, you know? I don't really care, I love every person I follow and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.

so, I am tagging, @londonsboy​ @krelboyne​ @ali-r3n​ @happyheidi​ @luveline aaaaaand that's it because now I have to be brave and get ready for work. don't feel obliged to do this my lovelies but you are more than welcome to start up a chat with me :) i only bite if its paid for xo

[aceofvase]

Getting to Know You Ask Game

tagged by: @commandtower-solring-go (thank you June!)

Rules: answer the questions and tag {some} people you want to know better

Favorite Color: oof, it varies. Black if we’re including that, either dark blue or dark purple if we’re not

Currently reading: nothing, really—I started Autonomous by Annalee Newitz a few months ago, but I haven’t picked it up in just as long. I should do that again

Last Song: “Styx Helix” by Myth & Roid. Yes, I know it was used in an anime; yes, I watched the anime (or at least the first season of it); no, that’s not why I like the song

Last Series: Ghost Files if we’re going off “last series I watched”. If this instead means “last series I finished”, the Edgerunners anime

Last Movie: Trick or Treat, Scooby-Doo! which for the record was actually super cute and the best animated scooby-doo movie I’ve seen in years? Everyone loves canon lesbian Velma—including me—but I really wasn’t expecting to like just about everything else about the movie as well

Sweet/savory/spicy: There you go again putting bad bitches against each other for no reason. As someone who gets bored of the same taste really easily, I have a hard time imagining picking a favorite between any of these flavors. You need all of them, in a balance, to truly embody what food can be…or, you know, give me something sour. It’d be a short life, but I could totally live off of sour stuff

Currently working on: first thing that comes to mind is the Cyberpunk RED campaign I’m finally writing down after turning the plot and several characters over in my head since, like, March? I can’t decide if I’m making very slow progress or I just have a lot to go over (maybe both), but even just recording and organizing my notes is proving to be a very daunting task. Currently I’m at just over 40 pages or so, and I’m midway through notes for the third session…and I haven’t even made a single map or statblock yet. So it’s safe to say I’m gonna be working on this for a whiiiiile

I’m gonna tag @a-krelboyne, @frenetic-chameleon, @gloomyghoul, @seafoamsandwhich, and, even though I know her pretty well I think, @isabellthebitchyghost

[agaypanic]

you should do a reese smut like your first time or something , don't have to go into explicit detail , I think he would be a good one to start off with

The First Time (Reese Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: For some reason, Reese gets trusted to be alone in the house. He uses this opportunity to take your relationship to the next level.

A/N: I don’t usually ask for feedback but since this is my first smut I’d really love to know what yall think. If it’s bad, I’m never attempting to write smut again lmao

CW: p in v intercourse, virginity loss, fingering

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“You have the emergency contacts?”

“Yes.”

“You have the hotel’s phone number to reach us?”

“Yes.”

“You know where the fire extinguisher is?”

Reese rolled his eyes at the countless questions his mom listed as she sped around the house for last-minute things to put in her bag. She and Hal were going to a work conference for the weekend. Dewey was at a friend’s for a sleepover, Malcolm was at some overnight nerd fest with the rest of the Krelboynes, and Jamie was with the babysitter because although he took all those baby care classes, Reese still can’t be trusted to be alone with him.

This all meant that Reese would be alone in the house for more than 24 hours. It took a lot of convincing from Hal, but Lois finally decided it was time to trust him to not destroy their house too badly while they were away.

“Mom, you and Dad are gonna be late.” She whipped around and stared at him, like she was trying to get into his head. See what he was thinking, if he was even doing that. She stepped closer to her son.

“I don’t know what you’re planning. But just know that I will find out about it, so don’t even think about doing it. Whatever it is you’re gonna do.” Then after exchanging goodbyes with his parents and trying to get Lois out the door, Reese was finally alone in the house. He watched through the front kitchen window as they drove away before walking across the room to the phone. He dialed a number, looking around in the fridge for something to eat while he waited for the person on the other side to pick up.

“Everyone’s gone. Come over.”

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“You’re positive your family is actually gone, and this isn’t some kind of test to see what you try to pull?” You asked Reese as you looked around the house, suspicious that this was all a trap. Hands landed on your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I checked every room and every closet. We’re the only ones here.” Reese kissed your head and then cut you off before you could respond. “Just relax.”

You sighed. It’s not that you didn’t like the Wilkerson family, far from it. It’s just that if Lois found out that Reese had you over without her permission when he was barely allowed to be in the house himself, she’d probably have your head.

“Fine.” You said reluctantly. “So, what do you wanna do first?”

“I could think of a few things.” You immediately recognized the tone in your boyfriend’s voice and pulled away from him. You wagged a finger in front of his face, backing away towards the kitchen.

“I don’t think so, you horndog.” You laughed at his offended expression. “How about lunch?”

After a delicious lunch, courtesy of your boyfriend, you two spent the rest of the day watching movies. You took turns picking them out, all horror movies. Well, your picks were horror movies for Reese, like Clueless, Pretty in Pink, and Legally Blonde. You thought he should broaden his taste in entertainment. You were about to watch one of Reese’s picks when Reese went on about Elle’s court scene.

“I’m just saying, Y/n. I’ve been to court enough times to know that that’s probably not how court works.”

“It’s a movie, Reese. That’d be like me saying this dude getting his eyes scooped out like ice cream isn’t realistic.”

“Of course, it’s not realistic. This is how you’d do it, you-”

“Oh, Jesus. Shut up, Reese.” You laughed, not wanting to hear Reese’s explanation.

“Make me.” There was a hint of seriousness in his tone, something you didn’t hear often coming from him. You looked at him with a raised brow, and he straightened up from his slouched sitting position.

“What?”

“I, um… You heard me.” You ignored the guy getting murdered on screen and scooted closer to Reese, leaning into him. 

“Say it again.” You whispered, so close to him but still feeling so far. You felt a hand on your back, pushing you closer to Reese.

“Make me.” You practically pounced on him, straddling his lap and kissing him like he was your life source. It was a clash of lips and teeth, hands gripping and pulling on anything they could reach. Your lips trailed away from his, and Reese was about to protest when you started nipping at his neck. He groaned loudly, and God, you’d do anything to hear that sound from him again. He moaned your name, hands slipping down to your hips and thighs. “So good.” He murmured, pulling you down on him, and your breath hitched as you grinded against him. You pulled away from his neck to look at him, panting. Suddenly aware that you were in his family’s living room watching a slasher film, you gulped.

“Maybe we should do this, uh, somewhere else?” You suggested, brushing away the hair that fell in your face. “I mean, unless you wanna stop, I don’t-” You cut yourself off with a yelp as you were practically thrown up in the air. Reese, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you tight against him, sped off to his room. Even though he was lean, Reese was so strong. It was so hot, you almost made him stop in the middle of his stride so you could have him right here and now.

He shut the bedroom door with his foot and dropped you on his bed.

“You’re absolutely sure no one’s here?” You asked, sitting against his headboard. He crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over you, cupping the back of your neck.

“It’s just us here. Relax, Baby.”

“Make me.” He immediately went to the crook of your neck, acting like a vampire with the sucking and biting. You pulled at his hair, so glad that he didn’t find the time to gel it the way he usually does because running your hands through his soft frosted tips felt so lovely.

Reese trailed down to your chest, hands slipping up your shirt. You sat up enough for him to tug your shirt off, almost salivating at the sight that he’d never get sick of. Before he could try to litter you with kisses and hickies, he helped you pull his shirt off, and you almost moaned just from looking at him. Burying his head between your tits, he reached around your back and fiddled with your bra hooks.

“Reese, please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for. You just knew you wanted him to do something about the ache in your core that was for him. He smiled, lifting his head to look at you.

“Want me to make you feel good, Baby?” Jesus.

After a shy nod, he slipped a hand down past the waistband of your pants. A finger softly glided down before pressing against your clit through your panties. A second finger joined the other in circular motions while he watched you for a reaction. Your back arched, and you moaned, so Reese decided he was doing the right thing and kept going.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked, not stopping his movements. 

“Reese.” Was all you could say, too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.

“Come on, Baby, gotta hear you say it. What do you need?” If he didn’t have a hand down your pants right now, you might’ve been able to think straight. You took a deep breath.

“You.” It was quiet, and at first, you weren’t sure if he heard you or not.

“What?” He grinned, definitely hearing you. “Say that again for me.”

“Need you, Reese. Please.” You whined as he withdrew his hand, but he shushed you with a kiss. His hands worked to take up his pants, so you sat up so he wouldn’t fall on you from lack of support. Kicking them off, Reese then helped you with your pants, leaving you both in your underwear. You palmed his hard-on through his boxers, and he groaned in your ear, something you’d never get tired of hearing.

Reese scooted away from you just enough to reach under his bed into a box. He pulled out a condom and held it before you, catching his breath.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, and you could’ve melted on the spot from his look of sincerity. You nodded, clasping your hands around his neck to kiss him.

“So sure.” You whispered against his lips before pulling back to see his face clearly. “You?”

“Fuck yes.” He kissed you once more before guiding you to lie on the bed. Your breath hitched as he kicked off his boxers, taking in the sight of him. Seeing him in all his glory just made you wetter. Reese rolled the condom on himself before hooking his finger on the sides of your panties, pulling them off gently but with a sense of urgency. He settled between your legs, and you moaned at his weight on you. “Ready?”

“Ready.” 

One hand interlocked with yours, holding them by your head. With the other, he guided himself to you. After one last look for reassurance, he slipped the tip in and buried himself inside you. You were a moaning mess, trapped in his arms underneath him while arching your back. He stayed still to give you time to adjust, but you needed more.

“Move.” You groaned, and he did as told. Starting slow, he thrusted in and out of you, still holding your hand while his other kept him up. Soon enough, Reese couldn’t control himself and started going faster, pounding into you with every bit of strength he had. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moving to meet his thrusts.

You started clenching around him, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept it up. His hand left yours, going down to play with your clit. You whined from the pressure, clawing at Reese’s back as he thrust relentlessly.

“Reese.” It came out as a high-pitched moan. “Reese, Baby, I think I’m gonna… I’m…”

“You can do it, Baby.” He swiped loose strands of hair out of your face. “Come on, Y/n. Come for me.” His words, accompanied by his thrusts and the pressure on your clit sent you over the edge. The way you squeezed him pushed him over as well, and you soon became a mess of moans and limbs. 

He buried his face in your chest as you both caught your breath. Reese attempted to pull out, but you were still clenching around him, so he stayed put. You ran your fingers through his scalp as you looked up at the ceiling, all energy lost.

“So…” Reese cleared his throat, looking up at you. “How, um, how was that?” You gave a lazy smile at his sudden shyness.

“It was good, Reese.” You sat up just enough to kiss his head before collapsing back on his bed. “So good.”

Eventually, the two of you had to get up. You took a shower, and Reese put you in his clothes before setting you back on his bed, which was now covered in clean sheets. He left briefly and came back with a sandwich and water.

“Here.” He gave it to you, and when you noticed he didn’t have any food, he waved you off. “I’m fine, Baby. Now eat.” Ignoring him, you split the sandwich in half and gave him one of the pieces. He rolled his eyes but still kissed you in thanks before eating it, you following suit.

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MALCOM IN THE MIDDLE Tv SHow Book Krelboyne Parrot

[violentdevotion]

im not american but i have watched malcolm in the middle and godbless. you can't all be krelboyne's