#thad mention

[283otters]

DEAR MURDER DRONES FANDOM,!!!!! (a rant.)

pleasepleaseplease stop dumbing down characters to only one thing. all I see is either A. a character being ONLY sexualised, B. a character being ONLY mentioned in shipping like its their only trait, or a horrible horrible hellish mix of both. The amount of people either sexualizing or infantilizing Cyn and nothing more. DIE. The people either only mentioning J / fleshing out her personality for jessa or sexualizing her and dumbing her down to "mommy J aha". DIE. ON THE TOPIC OF CHARACTERS BEING DUMBED DOWN TO JUST THEIR SHIPS, THERE ARE MORE WAYS TO EXPLORE CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS!!!!!!!!!!!! PLATONIC STUFF EXISTS!!!!!!! PLEASE! NOT NEARLY ENOUGH PEOPLE EXPLORE JUST... PLATONIC MD RELATIONSHIPS. CAN WE TALK ABOUT V AND J IN A FRIENDSHIP WAY? CAN WE EXPLORE PLATONIC UZI AND THAD? PLATONIC UZI AND CYN? P L A T O N I C J A N D T E S S A??????????!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!!?!??!?!?!?!?!?! there are so many interetsing character relationships we could be exploring without romance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANGRY MIC DROP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAEGRRGRGRGR!!

[seraphont]

In one of your comics, you show the drones drinking coolant as if it's some form of alcohol. Wouldn't the presence of this coolant kind of negate the solver drones need for oil? Or does this coolant not work with their system?

it def helps, and I’m kinda treating the drones like they were made to reflect human anatomy. so while the coolant will help with overheating in small doses, it doesn’t get processed through their system correctly in large doses. it makes them extremely sluggish and their processes are slowed for a period of time -like being inebriated.

For the DD’s, at least in my AU, I have them chockablock full of healing nanites/anti nanite acid (in their spit) so their bodies repair incredibly fast, it eats away at anything that’s not oil in their system. They’re essentially heavy weights LOL.

[ukiiyostar]

Tessa managing to pass herself off as a Drone is and nobody realizing it is very funny to me.

She doesn’t even wear a disguise.

She actually lives in hiding mostly, only coming out when she needs something with little to no interaction with the other drones. She hadn't been caught until now, where she got distracted long enough for someone to finally notice her presence.

And that someone is Thad, who particularly happens to know nothing about humans. If Uzi or Doll (maybe even Thad who knows) had seen her they would've immediately known what she was. Anyone else would do a double take before coming to the 'human' conclusion cuz humans are supposed to be very dead.

But don't worry, it won't take much longer for others to notice her...

[kit-kat-jo]

imagine some of the main md crew(definition up to you), but they all decide to play just dance.

how to turn a fun game into a competition 101.

oh my gosh.

definitely ALL the crew are playing just dance. Uzi hooks up N and V with it and everyone is just inviting themselves over to play. it’s… a wreck to say the least.

V and J make it a whole ass war trying to one up each other on how fast and hard they can hit these moves. furniture is being broken and N is stressin. Uzi finds it hilarious and doesn’t have it in her to tell them it’s not a competition. she’s living for the chaos.

Lizzy is cheering V on and it pisses J off fs. also lets let Doll be alive soley for the reason of her doing Ra Ra Rasputin and KILLING IT (get it because…. because she’s-)

and thad is just happy to be included

[emophobix]

i think the real victims in the md fandom are the thad x lizzy fans because they’re constantly in the trenches fighting for their lives with people trying to argue with them that thad and lizzy are siblings

also ive never seen like. a rude thad x lizzy fan. but thats probably because theres only 5 of them

[oogaboogaspookyman]

An impulsive response to @dronebiscuitbat for the recent 20th part of the nuzi fic Aka a fan creation fueled by desire for comedy

[STARGAZING AT SOMETHING BETTER THAN STARS]

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A do-over prom, best idea Thad has ever had... Just deal with whoever has magnets and tries funny things. Yeah.

He'll be fine!

The music is blaring, the lights are bright, the band friggin' SLAYS, prom is going amazingly and much better than the last.

Thad had dealt with a... Harrasser, some guys with magnets, and may or may not have found the culprit for spiking the fermented oil. Asshole that girl, i swear, he thought. Well at least prom is doing well!

Two drones stepped into the dance floor, starting with clumsy steps and slowly progressing to faster speeds. That's Uzi and N, and she has wings?! Awesome! Thad took note of this, and so did the band currently playing.

The crowd was startled, some began to cheer and encourage, the band picked up the pace telling the duo to go all out.

Little by little, they began to rise from the floor, flying, almost about to shoot for the sky.

The band picked up the pace, more and more and more, until...

..!

Would you look at that! They shot into the sky!

All the air that surrounded the duo suddenly got blasted onto... Well, everywhere! One dude got sent back from it, too... They really did shoot to the sky huh! Okay better take a look at the guy holy robo-jesus.

Thad ran over to the potentially injured drone, as fast as he could. "Dude are you okay?! Are you hurt?!"

"Hh... Yeah i'm fine, i'll walk it off no worries..." Thad doubted the guy's response, "I'll ask for help anyway- can anyone help this guy that's hurt?!"

"No really i'll be fine, look"... Did he just fucking stand up and walk away?? Back to do his thing??

... Yes he did.

Hm.

Welp! That's sorted out faster than thought! Back into the action!

After a small few minutes of Prom Stuff™, suddenly he, somehow, managed to hear chatter in the sky... Uzi and N, they have to be. How are they doin' up there?

"Wonder how they're doin' up there!" That's exactly what i narrated here. Anyway- Thad looked up and... Couldn't make out a damn thing. Right. Sky. Very up there. Does he have anything to have a better look at them?

Yes he did. From straight outta the Convinient Hammerspace For Different Events™, he pulled out a pair of binoculars and looked up at the sky now with a MUCH better look at them.

There they are, curiously way closer to each other and very lovey dovey! Man, about time those two got together, it's been clear from the get-go they liked each other.

Wait a minute.

"Whazzawhat..." He raised the binoculars again and... Upon closer look they ARE curiously way closer to each other. WAY closer.

Oh.

OH!

OHOHOHO!!

"FUCK YEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The crowd looked at Thad in concern.

...

...

"What happened??" Someone asked.

"Uh. Hm." Thad thought of a way to slip the situation under the rug.

...

Oh yeah that's so gonna work.

"Ligma." Thad spoke the sole word.

...

"What's ligma??" Oh hell yeah he waited to do this for a WHILE...

"Ligma balls, get back to your thing." The crowd exploded into unhinged cackling and wheezing. "FUCK YOU MAN" said the someone who asked. After a little death by laughter they went back to doing Prom Stuff™

"What just happened, Thad??" Lizzy ran up to him, curious about the situation, and all Thad did was give her the binoculars. He pointed up, much to Lizzy's confusion.

She looked up at the sky, where she spotted two familiar figures kissing... "Whazzawhat??" She said as she lowered the binoculars in confusion and raised them again...

"NO FUCKING WAY" Thad wheezed at his sister's reaction, "YES FUCKING WAY" patting her on the back.

Hallelujah they finally kissed!

[ryanaprentice]

Has circular eyes instead of ovals because humans in drone memories have circular eyes.

[lenny-zesty]

thad’s full name is thaddeus and every time I bring this up to my friends they try to murder me in cold blood

[straightdazed412]

This is my fourth and HOPEFULLY last take on spider Lizzy and I fucking hate it 🥲

[md-confessions]

THAD NATION STAY WINNING

THAD NATION STAY WINNINGGG 🔥🔥🔥🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

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[kazooiesart]

the last comic doodle thing was just for fun hdydgdh thad and uzi are smarter than that I just think obliviousness is funny

[ritxupl]

(sorry for the shit quality it's the best I can get rn)

But like yk how ppl are talking about how "cool" lizzy and Thad look, blah blah blah (they aren't wrong)

BUT I SAW NO ONE MENTION THE FACT THAT LIZZY HAD UZIS GUN FROM THE PILOT

(J's reaction is kinda funny to me idk why)

[flowersarefreetherapy]

You Are My Sunshine: Lost and Found

CW: Parental death, past child abuse, implied past domestic violence, panic attack, mental breakdown, abuse flashbacks, mentioned alcoholism, grief, complicated family dynamics, negative self-talk, BBU universe

She’s passed

Thad stares at his phone, fingers hovering over the enlarged keyboard. The letters shift and dance. He blinks hard, telling himself the burning in his eyes is from the strain of reading. His fingers shake.

When?

Last night. She drove herself to the hospital. It was a stroke

The plastic edge of his phone case digs into his skin. She drove herself. His mother drove herself to the hospital and died from a stroke there. Alone. In a hospital away from her children, and the asshole she called a husband.

The three dots dance across the screen. Emmanuel still typing. Thad blinks and watches, forcing himself to breathe slowly. His heart burns along with his eyes and it’s all he can do to keep from throwing his phone, punching the wall, letting the pain building inside bleed into damage he can see.

Her parents want her body returned to Japan. Lindsey and I were planning to go to the funeral

We can afford another ticket

If you want?

Thad takes another deep breath. Robin texts. They’re picking up dinner and coming home. He can make it until they come home. All he has to do is wait a little longer. He can make it.

He forces his fingers to move again. I’ll have to ask Robin

It’s alright if you can’t, I know it’s a challenge

Because he can’t leave the country. Because he doesn’t have a passport. Because in the eyes of the government he doesn’t exist and that means he cannot leave the country legally for his mother’s funeral. All things Emmanuel knows. Somewhere deep inside, he knows that Emmanuel doesn’t care. He already has a plan, or has favors he can call in, or has a list of reasons Thad doesn’t have a passport apart from the barcode etched into his skin.

It’s been too long. He has to respond.

I’ll make it work. Thank you for letting me know

Of course. I love you

I love you

It feels weird, saying those words after they’ve been locked away in the back of his mind for so long. I love you. To a brother he doesn’t remember, to a family he thinks he can envision if he grabs at the shadows dancing in the back of his mind, but he doesn’t want to. There are scars on his mind that don’t come from WRU and they run far deeper than any wounds left by his handlers.

Thad puts his phone on the coffee table and presses his hand to his mouth. A twisting vortex opens in his chest, sucking in every emotion and leaving his mind a blank slate. Memories slip in and out. He tries to keep breathing. He tries to hold on.

When he blinks again, he’s lying on his side, arms curled against his chest. As if he was trying to fit in a small cage. With a wince, he forces his legs straight. His knee catches. A few curses slip free as he rubs at the muscle, slowly able to straighten out. Shoulders next. Painful, muscles desperate to remain in familiar curled positions. Thad sucks in a deep breath and runs through his stretches, picturing the ridiculously cheerful YouTube instructor who makes the videos he follows every week. Gradually, his muscles relax.

Keys jingle and the door opens. “Thad! I’m home!”

“H-hey, sunshine.” Thad forces himself off the couch. He cannot be there all day, no matter how much he wants to.

“Hey …” Robin’s smile falls and they put down their work bag. “Is everything alright?”

“My-my mother … she passed away last night. A stroke. She-she drove herself!” He leans heavily against the table, hand shaking. “She drove herself! He-he’s home, he doesn’t work, he could have driven her, but she drove herself!”

“Oh sunshine …”

Robin’s arms wrap around him. They smell like cedar today. Their jacket zipper digs into the side of his face, but Thad doesn’t care. He clings to them, choking on a sob as they slowly move back to the couch. Sitting down feels like falling. Thad grips Robin’s arm and fights to draw in a full breath.

They’re saying something. It’s meant to be soothing, based on their tone, but the words fall like a feather onto snow. Silent, unhelpful, heard by no one. Dimly, he’s aware of his fingers digging into Robin’s arm. He forces himself to relax his grip. No one is in danger. Robin is safe. He is safe.

Then why does it hurt so badly!

His father was home! He should have been the one to drive her! He should have been the one to take her to the hospital, stay by her side, and be there in her final moments! Thad grinds his teeth against fabric to keep from picking up his phone, dialing a number as familiar to him as his own, and screaming himself hoarse at the monster who haunts his nightmares.

Why couldn’t you love her! Why! You promised her a better life and yet you let her die alone in a country she never loved! You bastard! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

“Sunshine, it hurts.”

Thad reels back, staring at Robin’s arm. Indents mark the sleeve of their leather jacket, perfectly in the shape of his teeth.

“R-Robin, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t … I didn’t mean to, I didn’t, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-”

“It was an accident,” they whisper, taking his hand. “There’s nothing to apologize for, sunshine. It just stung a little and I didn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Thad sobs, doubling over himself. He’s terrified to reach out and touch his partner, to ask for assurance, for comfort. What if he hurts them again? What if he does more? Is he a danger to Robin?

No. I’m not what they made me. No. They love me. They love me. They love me. I am not what they made me. My name is Thad Castillo. My partner is Robin Castillo. I am a kindergarten teacher. I have 32 kids in my classroom. Robin is a lawyer. We have five children. I have a younger brother. I am not what they made me. I am not what they made me. I am not what they made me.

I am not what they made me.

“I brought home ice cream,” Robin whispers. “How about you go to bed and I’ll bring us some?”

The words are not spoken as an order, but Thad allows his mind to interpret it as such. He nods and forces himself to his feet. The hallway stretches into eternity before him. One foot, then another. One foot, then another. Porcelain clinks against each other as Robin pulls out bowls for ice cream. Carpet gives way under his shaking steps. The bed is only a few feet away.

Thad collapses onto the bed. He crawls far enough for his head to press against his pillow, but doesn’t make it any further. Just the thought of moving is too much.

Robin sets a large bowl of ice cream on the nightstand. “It’s chocolate, love.”

Thad’s eyes burn. Chocolate. They got him his favorite ice cream and his repayment was hurting them!

Robin’s cool fingers run through his hair. Thad forces his breathing to steady. They hum as they change into pajamas and pull the covers over both of them. Despite everything, they still lay close to him. Thad reaches out and wraps his arm around their waist. He moves just enough for his head to rest against their shoulder.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” they sing softly, running their fingers through his hair. “You make me happy when skies are grey. . .”

Thad closes his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his partner’s singing.

………………………………………

One . . . two, three . . . four . . . five, six, seven . . . eight . . .

Thad stands in a corner of the room, watching the guests place silver envelopes on the small table. The numbers fall easily into place, slotting themselves around the shattered pieces of his heart. At his side, Robin sways, the hem of their black dress gliding over their boots. Emmanuel and his wife greet some of the guests, their voices low. One of them, an older woman, makes her way towards them and Thad unconsciously stiffens.

“Love,” Robin whispers. He grips their hand. “Breathe.”

“I am so sorry for your loss,” she says softly, but thankfully in English. “My name is Mizuki. I was your mother’s next-door neighbor when we were girls.”

“Thank you,” Thad forces out. “I’m her oldest son, Thaddeus, and this is my . . .” he freezes, desperately trying to remember if Japan had gender-neutral terms. His brain stutters.

“I’m his partner,” Robin says, effortlessly filling the space in the conversation. “Robin.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet both of you. I wish it was under better circumstances.” Mizuki smiles. “She has wonderful children. I always knew she would make a good mother.”

Thad’s heart twists, but he forces himself to keep smiling. “She was the best mother. Her-her loss will be felt deeply by all of us.”

“I always knew she shouldn’t have gone to America. But what can you do? She was stubborn and set in her ways, determined to make a better life for herself elsewhere. Somehow.”

Thad cannot keep up the façade. His smile drops as he fights to keep breathing. “She was stubborn.”

Mizuki pats his arm. “I am truly sorry for your loss.”

She moves on. Thad steps back until his head knocks against the wall. His shoulders relax and he can finally draw in a full breath. Robin watches him closely.

“I’m alright, I promise.”

“We will leave the minute you need to.”

Thad nods and takes another deep breath. In and out. Counting the seconds. In and out. In and out.

The room grows quiet. People slowly leave, each one muttering their condolences as they pass him and Emmanuel. Thad can’t help a churning of his stomach when he hears a few muttered comments about the missing family member.

I hope he drinks himself to death in a ditch somewhere.

“Thank God that’s over with,” Emmanuel mutters, stepping to his side.

Thad nods. He can’t fully trust himself to speak.

“I’m sorry the tickets weren’t any later. I know you and Robin must be tired.”

“We’re alright. How is Erica?”

“Good. The doctors say the meds should kick in within a few weeks, so we shouldn’t expect to see changes right away, but she’s been happier than ever. Last week she spent hours talking with Lindsey about hairstyles and dresses.” Emmanuel sighs. “I just wish her first dress had been bought for a different occasion.”

Thad glances to where his niece stands by Lindsey. The dress is black, but there are just enough ruffles to make him smile.

“It looks lovely.”

Emmanuel hums. “. . . how are your kids?”

“They’re doing well, despite some rough patches.”

“That’s part of raising kids, I am learning. I-I never realized just how much Mum did for us. And how much you did.”

Thad frowns, a lance of pain shooting through his skull. “Me?”

Emmanuel nods. “I know this isn’t the time, but thinking about her, about everything . . . you were our protector, Thad. I remember so many times you stepping in, stopping him from doing something . . .”

“You are my baby brother,” he mutters. “I had to protect you.”

“I never got the chance to properly thank you, so thank you. I mean it, Thad. You saved our lives. I-I’m just sorry that you—”

“It was a decision I will never regret. The best thing in my life came from that decision.”

“They’re quite something, aren’t they. I can’t turn on the news without hearing about something they’re doing.”

Thad glances to where Robin talks with Lindsey. Their ass really looks good in that dress. Despite the headache, he finds himself smiling. “They really are.”

They exchange a few more words before Emmanuel excuses himself. Thad rejoins Robin, who slips their arm around him.

“How was it?” they whisper.

“Fine. Short as usual.”

They hum. Somehow, Thad makes it through the rest of the night, despite a growing headache that starts behind his eye and then radiates through the rest of his skull. Dancing shadows line his memories, the smell of alcohol burning his nose even though he knows no one here is drinking cheap beer. His arm spasms, desperate to clench fingers that no longer exist. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end. Every nerve in his body screaming he is in danger.

Emmanuel laughs.

Suddenly he’s standing in his living room. The wooden floor under him becomes carpet and he can feel the tacky, clumped stains where it would never be clean again. Tom and Jerry plays on the TV. Easy, no dialogue, something his mother can follow along. If she’s there. If she’s paying attention. He walks across the carpet towards the sagging couch, smiling at the little boy sitting there with Emmanuel’s familiar upturned nose. Staring at the TV, a bag of chips in hand. Under his feet the washer clunks and screeches, begging for death as his mother forces another load of laundry in.

It's peaceful, quiet, and Thad can’t breathe. He hears Robin but also hears the sound of the beatup truck coughing in the driveway. As if in a dream, he tells Emmanuel to put away the chips and get out his homework. Emmanuel moves too slow, too slow, there are footsteps entering the house, beer, so much beer, he can’t take a breath, hand on the back of his neck, pulling him into the kitchen, further, further! Beer bottle slamming on the counter and Thad can’t raise his eyes. His gaze locked on his dirty shoes, the scuffed floor.

White room. No carpet. The carpet is back. His dream self thrown against the fridge from the force of the blow. Dropping to his knees on while tile. Hit again. Closed fist. He doesn’t look up, can’t look up, don’t look at him, don’t look at him, don’t look at him!

“Sunshine? Thaddeus!”

Thad whimpers, the sound catching in the back of his throat. He can’t look up. The floor under his knees fades to vinyl. Fake wood, the color of midnight. Sterile, but warm. The shoes in front of him are familiar. They sit next to his tennis shoes in the doorway. This isn’t his floor, but he knows those shoes.

“Sunshine, love, can you please name five things you can see?”

An order. I have to obey an order. “F-floor. Shoes. Your shoes.” A quick glance to his left. “Small fridge.” There’s a word for that. Stupid! You’re so stupid! Dumb mutt!

“Oh, no, no, no.” Whispered, full of panic. “Thad, you aren’t dumb, honey. You’re my incredibly talented husband.”

Husband. He can’t be a husband, he’s not at—those shoes. Robin’s shoes. Robin. His partner.

Robin.

Thad doubles over, tears sliding down his face. Once they start, he can’t stop. It’s as if every safeguard in his mind crashes down, burying him under memories, twisting together his childhood home and the hell that shaped him into one horrifying mess. Strong arms wrap around him and he buries his face in Robin’s shoulder, sobbing. Snot and tears smear across their dress, but they don’t pull away, just gently sway.

“He couldn’t even bother to be there!” Thad sobs. “She’s gone! She’s gone and he doesn’t care! I hope he’s dead! I hope he’s fucking dead and rotting!”

Robin hums. For a moment, he hates himself for breaking down, for failing to be strong. But you know they don’t want you to be strong. They want you to be open, to trust them.

“He made me. . .” Thad whispers against Robin’s neck. “He-he made me sign up, I-I remember!”

“Oh Thad . . .”

“Manny-. . . Mum couldn’t get another job! We barely made it through the summer!” His head throbs as if it will split in two, the white rooms replaced with a home that always smelled of cheap beer. “I-I didn’t eat for days! Manny’s the smart one, Manny needed the future! He said it the money would be placed under Manny’s name! He wouldn’t touch it!”

“. . . so you-” Robin’s breath catches. “You signed onto WRU for Emmanuel?”

Thad screams into Robin’s shoulder. Everything is too much in his mind. His nails bite into their arm, desperate to keep him grounded as every memory WRU took from him floods through his body. His father. Over and over and over again. Bottles thrown at his head, smashing to the ground, across his face, in front of him when he tries to get away. Screaming matches that lasted long, long into the night, turning into the screams of a dying Pet as he tears their throat out.

“It should have been him! He should have fucking signed up! Manny’s his kid!”

Robin rubs his back, not making a single sound. He knows he should let them go, knows he’s hurting them, but he can’t make himself move. He screams again and again until he tastes blood in his throat, until he’s gasping for breath, until he’s shaking. Suddenly aware of how tired he is, how his joints throb against the cold floor.

“It should have been him,” he whispers. “It should have been him, it should have been him, not me, not me, why did he hate me?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Robin says softly, kissing the top of his head. “None of this was your fault, sunshine.”

“But I signed my life away!”

“Because he failed in his role as a father. He did not take care of you as he should have. You were only a child, Thad, this isn’t your fault.”

Thad sniffs, wiping tears away with his arm. He blinks away tears. “Sorry, your dress—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get it dirty.”

Robin shakes their head. “Don’t worry about it, sunshine. Would you like to move to the bed? This floor is rather hard.”

Thad nods. They help him to his feet and to the bed, humming the whole time they do so. He focuses on the humming and takes several deep breaths. When he looks up, his gaze instantly lands on Robin’s arm, at the bright red divots dug into their triceps. He winces.

Robin smooths back his hair. “It’s okay, Thad. I’m not mad, I promise, sunshine.”

“. . . still, I’m sorry. I never want to hurt you.”

“I know, love, I know. Come on, lay down.”

Thad curls under the down comforter and it’s as if that’s the signal his body has been waiting for, his muscles relaxing and his eyes growing heavy.

“Do you want anything to eat?”

“No thank you, I-I’m not hungry.”

Robin nods and joins him under the blankets. They rub his back. “Thad, please tell me five things you can see.”

“Um, the blanket. The light.” He manages a smile. “You. Your—is that my pajama shirt?”

Robin chuckles. “I may or may not have packed your pajama shirt.”

“I like it. It looks good on you.”

“That’s only four things, sunshine.”

Thad glances around. “And that ugly painting on the wall. Is that supposed to be a horse?”

“It looks more like a dolphin. Maybe it’s abstract.”

“Stupid,” Thad mutters against their shoulder.

“Perhaps. Unlike you. You are smart, and kind, and a very good man.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Tagging: @pigeonwhumps @blood-is-compulsory (please let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

[lilywily143]

Sharp Little Dou

Braxtonnnnnnn [love this guy]

He's got some chompers, nom nom

Work troubles

B: Hey I like your cool teeth. I don't think you should file them, Thad.

Thad: Bye, dad! Can't wait to learn rumby after school!

Khan: Woah, he called you dad?

[and now just this stupid situation hahahahaha]

[dementedspeedster]

💞 + what is something that never fails to turn Thad on?

Accepting || In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly! @greenblur

What a good question! I think the closest we can get to never fails (because it's not always like this, and because Thad is Thad, always over-analyzing himself or others, and doubts himself when it comes to affection) is sparring or particularly that thin line in sparring between fighting and physical intimacy. This is particularly with a partner/significant other/or someone he has a mutual attraction with.

I don't know what it is about it for him, but it could be the adrenaline, the physicality of fighting, or the fact he's moving a little more on instinct and a little less on thought for once, the inherent closeness when it comes to sparring/fighting (which probably says something about his own psyche and the thin line of affection and violence, and also violence as a way of getting attention of some kind), mixed with knowing, but he thinks it's particularly hot. Especially if the mood is there/leads there.

If sparring manages to tie in to flirting or physical intimacy of any kind, he's kinda putty in your hands in the sense that he is down hard for it/you/this scenario. Though he's not going to exactly make it easy for his partner. Thad's got his stubborn will, pride, and competitive streak in him, but he will make this enjoyable.

[thatsprettylane]

“Lemon goes down easier than root beer.”